#kiddos are now truly in the shit

[willsimpforazula]

fight night part 2

part 2 of fight night mini fic...thing...

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Office

Republic City Hall

"Councilman Sokka?"

"Come in."

"What do you need?" 

"Do you know if Miss Azula took today off? I tried looking for her but she isn't in her office today."

"Huh, I thought she's here already."

"Well, do let me know if she shows up."

"Will do." 

Just then, the phone on his desk rang. Making sure the door was closed, Sokka picked up the phone and answered. To his surprise, it was Azula on the other end of the line.

"Where are you? Your secretary is looking for you."

"I need you to come back home, Sokka. It's about our kids."

"What happened?"

"Long story. But I need you to be here."

"I'm on my way." Ringing up his secretary, he briefly explained he was going to be out the rest of the day and to reschedule his meetings.

Hanging up the phone, Azula looked across the living room to where her son and daughter were seated across from her, nervously fidgeting while two neat piles of their ill-gotten gains lay in between.

"When your father comes back I want both of you to tell him everything, and I do mean everything that you've told me."

"Will-will Aunty Toph cut ties with us for, well, putting her kid potentially behind bars?" Miska asked.

"That is ultimately her decision to make. However, I'd worry more about yourselves than someone else."

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A few minutes later, Sokka opened the door and immediately sensed something was not right.

"What's going on?" he asked, turning to his wife, who gave their kids a small nod to begin.

"You're gonna have to sit down for this one dear, it's going to be a while." Taking up a seat beside her on the sofa, Sokka listened to his two kids explain how they got roped into a seven match no holds barred underground bending tournament in the naive attempt to help relieve a substantial debt that Suyin owed to some of the local triads. When they were finished, both of them hung their heads low, unable to meet their parents' gaze. Turning to his wife, he led her into their bedroom where they could discuss the next steps out of earshot of their kids.

"So what next?"

"I-I don't know, honestly." Sokka replied, still trying to process the facts. "Is this how Toph feels every time Suyin's name is mentioned in the police reports?"

"I don't know Sokka, but we've got to do something. I mean, we can't let them think they can get away with it. Actions have consequences. What if some fighter decided to pull a hit on Risa because they lost? What if Miska gets kidnapped on the way to school?"

"I don't know 'Zula, but I'm not sending them to the juvenile detention center, that's for sure."

"Agreed."

"Here's what we'll do for now, me and you take shifts working from home while they're grounded from leaving the house for this month. I'll need to get Toph to send their CID guys over to take statements so we know where to go after the triads running this."

"I've already forfeited their cash prize which will be donated to charity. I'll get in touch with the school and let them know that they'll be absent this month. We can split the subjects between us."

"I'm thinking….since they'd like to fight, what do you say we have them face off against us?"

"That sounds like a terrible idea Sokka, you're supposed to be punishing them, not encouraging them."

"Look at it this way, we're giving them exactly what they want. If they're eager to prove themselves in the ring, we'll make sure to teach them why they are severely misguided. Unless, of course, you're worried that our precious daughter will outperform you."

"That won't happen."

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Fifteen minutes later,

Sparring room

"Ti-time out mom, dad? Please?" Miska asked, swallowing a gulp while his sister lay in a tired heap beside him, panting and gasping for breath after trying to fend off a series of well placed strikes from Azula that allowed her husband to slip and temporarily disable her chi paths, sending her crashing ungracefully onto the mat. 

Throwing up a hasty wall to block a jet of flame, he felt a few quick raps with the flat of his father's training sword on his calves, making him kneel on the mat.

Arms folding across their chests, Sokka and Azula looked down at their sorry forms before Sokka remarked "I hope both of you learnt your lesson. The next time any of you get some smart ideas about trying to sneak off in the middle of the night to join some fight club I'll make sure to tell Toph to have you both spend a few nights in the local juvenile detention center. Consider yourselves warned. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes dad." both of them groaned in unison.

"The chi blocking should wear off in about an hour's time, which I think is plenty time to reflect on your actions. Effective immediately, both of you are grounded for one month while we sort this out. There will be some officers over to take statements and I do expect full cooperation." With that, Sokka and Azula left the room.

Turning to his sister, Miska glumly said "We've done fucked up, haven't we?"

"Yeah, I guess we did."

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Later that afternoon,

After informing the school as to why they would not be coming to school that day, Sokka turned his gaze to the living room, where two of Toph's officers were taking statements under Azula's supervision. 

"First time, huh Snoozles?"

"No shit Toph." he replied, taking a sip from his drink.

"What are you going to do with Suyin?"

"....."

"You know you can't keep shredding those reports."

"I'll deal with it later. Right now, my job is to dismantle this ring. Who knows if some dumb son of a bitch with more ego than brains tries to pull a hit on your daughter because his sorry ass got trashed by a high school teenager."

"Fuck you're not helping." 

"I'm just telling you in case your beloved Princess Zappy didn't already tell them. You should go check on her, I can't imagine she's taking it too well either seeing her angels turn out to be not so angelic."

"You're right. Still, you didn't exactly answer my question. What are you going to do about Suyin?"

"I suggest worrying about your own kids first before worrying about mine." was Toph's reply, telling Sokka in no uncertain terms that any further questions regarding her daughter could jeopardize the current standing of his own son and daughter.

After they left, Miska asked "Dad?"

"Yes?"

"We're going to jail, are we?" he asked, trying to keep a calm voice though he was anything but.

"No, you and your sister are not going to jail. However, should you both end up in a similar situation like this, your mother and I will let you both face the full brunt of the law as much as it hurts us to do so. Actions have consequences."

"Then..then would Suyin be arrested?" Risa asked.

"That…is a question only Toph can answer herself. What she chooses to do is her choice, as is ours."

"Isn't it unfair though, that she gets away scot-free while we get punished?"

"Last I checked, actions have consequences. You're both sixteen, you should know what is right from wrong or me and your mother would have failed completely as parents. Sooner or later things will catch up to her."

"Does…does this mean we can't be friends with her anymore?"

"Until this whole mess cools down, both of you are not to contact her or answer any of her requests. If she calls, inform either me or your father. In the meantime, take the time to think over your actions." 

While Azula and Sokka were lecturing their kids, down on the opposite street an intense discussion was happening in a Satomobile.

"You sure this the correct address?"

"Sure as can be. I mean, look at the PD cars outside."

"Shit they weren't lying about this chick being some councilman's kid. We still gonna do this?"

"Don't tell me you're pussying out at the last minute." 

"I'm just saying we should maybe reconsider the plan?"

"There is nothing left to consider, not after that bitch stole what was mine." one of them in the front seat angrily replied, the venom in his voice evident as the sting of defeat last night still echoed in his mind. 

"Look man, I get it but now's not the best timing; not with the cops still nearby." 

"Fine. We'll try again."

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Speakeasy

"It's been a while since I last saw you missy, feeling lucky today?" the doorman asked when he saw her come through the door.

"We'll see what the cards have to say." she winked back, placing a few bills in the man's pocket before slipping behind the counter. Grabbing a drink, she sat and watched the goings on for a while as she evaluated which table she'd like to try her hand at. Fixing her eyes on the cards table, she was about to walk over when a group of people half stormed into the joint. Sensing trouble, Suyin kept her head low and ordered another drink, trying to eavesdrop without being noticed as she recognized one of them from the previous fights.

As it happened, the bundle of trouble decided to take up a spot beside her, which on the one hand allowed her to listen in but on the other hand, the risk of her being caught eavesdropping and stirring up trouble was the last thing she wanted. Deciding that it was less suspicious if she was at a games table instead of hanging around the bar longer than most people and drawing attention, she took her drink and slid over to the nearest game table that still allowed her to pick up on trouble and relay it on to Risa.

Focusing on the vibrations, she picked up some chatter, none of which sat well with her.

"...no pussyfooting around…"

"....five sticks of blasting jelly…"

"..the boy? He gets the chop, the broad's mine."

"...parents?"

"One them a nonbender, he'll go down easy…."

"If you say so.."

Tossing back the rest of her drink, she slipped away from the place and made her way to the nearest phone, glancing back every so often to make sure she didn't have a tail.

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Later that evening…

"Miska?" Risa asked, having decided to curl up upside down on the armchair opposite her brother, who was staring at the ceiling as if held all the answers to their current predicament.

"Yes?"

"I'm bored."

"What makes you think I'm not?"

"True."

"Aren't you like, suppose to automagically know what I'm thinking?"

"Who gave you that birdbrained idea?"

"I mean, we're twins right?"

"And?"

"I don't know, telepathic powers or some shit?"

"See brother, this is why you've been bombing the absolute shit out of biology."

"Says the one who cheated on the last three physics quizzes."

"Contrary to popular belief, I am not some airheaded bimbo. I did score full marks on the last math quiz."

Gesturing at the ceiling, Miska waved his hand around. "After this though? I beg to differ."

"Mistakes were made."

"Did I hear someone cheating on their quizzes?" Sokka interjected, the tone in his voice suggesting he was anything but pleased.

"Dad, Miska's bullying me!" 

"The fuck did you come to that conclusion?" Miska snapped.

"The next swear word that comes out of your mouth Miska, I will personally scrub your mouth out with soap powder, young man." Azula warned as she stepped out from her office. Taking her place beside Sokka, both of them folded their arms and shot looks that all but screamed I am very sad and disappointed in you.

Under their gaze, the siblings wished to do nothing more than to melt into the floor and disappear. Sure, they had gotten up to some minor mischief during their teen years but never anything serious. Just then, the telephone in the living room rang, the shrill voice drawing all attention to it. 

Being the closest one, Miska picked up the phone and answered "Who is this?"

"It's me, Su. Is your sister there?" Suyin replied.

"Spirits you sure couldn't have chosen a better time to call." Miska hissed. 

"Who's that?" Azula asked.

Shit, Miska cursed internally. 

"Is that Suyin on the phone?" Sokka asked, his stern voice expecting an answer. Taking a gulp, he could only squeak out a pathetic sounding "yes dad." under his gaze.

"Hand it over."

Surrendering the mouthpiece to Sokka, Miska and his sister waited with bated breath, expecting their father to just unload on her and they felt a small twinge of pity for Suyin, having seen just how terrifying their father could be when incensed. 

"Suyin?"

"Yes?"

"What business do you have with my kids? Is not putting their lives on the line for your profit dangerous enough? What else do you want?"

"I need to talk to Risa."

"You can talk to me, or I'll make sure your mother puts you in a cell for the next eighteen months."

Sighing internally, Suyin figured this was about as kind as uncle Sokka was about to get considering what could have happened to Risa if she didn't perform back in the ring. Of course, while she was the one who pitched the idea as a half joke, Risa was the one who took her seriously as a way to help her clear her tab. 

"Some sore loser from one of her last fights wants to even the score. With blasting jelly."

"How many guys?"

"Five, I think? One of them is kinda iffy about the whole deal, you might be able to flip him."

"I need more info than just five randos."

"That's all I know."

"I see. Thank you."

Hanging up the phone, Suyin turned to head back to her house, making sure there wasn't a tail behind her.

Putting down the phone, Sokka turned to his family, who were looking at him with bated breath.

"What's going on?" Azula asked?

"Some people didn't take too kindly to being thrashed by our daughter here, so they want to even the score with explosives and Spirits knows what else."

"Risa?"

"Yes?"

"Just how much damage did you inflict on them?"

"A few bruised ribs, slightly charred eyebrows and some blisters? Miska was there, he saw that match." she replied, earning a why the fuck did you have to drag me in look from her brother.

"Miska?"

"Uh, sis got him good, I think? I mean, she didn't like, zap him with lots of lighting. Which she totally should have. I mean, he was totally checking her out and calling her names and stuff. You should have fried him sis. Actually wait, she did zap him with lightning in the second round in the nuts. Also I'm pretty sure you done cracked one of his ribs."

"Not. Helping." Risa gritted, giving her brother a stinging pinch.

"Miska, while it is good to know that you are looking out for your sister, I do not think that encouraging her to commit murder due to catcalling and some petty insults is a good thing to do." Sokka chided. 

"Let's give Toph a call and have her send a couple of squads over to beef up security while we work out a plan." Azula suggested. 

"In the meantime, both of you pack a couple days worth of clothes. You'll be staying with your aunt Katara and uncle Aang until this all blows over."

"No, it's only right that me and sis stay. We started this mess, we're going to clean it up."

"Absolutely not." Azula interjected. "It is too dangerous. You and Riri are going to stay with your aunt Katara for the rest of the week. That's an order."

"But-"

"No if, ands or buts. Now go and pack up, I'll have Toph send over a squad car to escort you both to the ferry.

#part 2 #kiddos are now truly in the shit #whoops #sokkla #but fr fr is it really still under sokkla if it's more about their kiddos than them? #just asking the real questions over here #i mean #idk how else to tag this #*shrug*

[dirtytransmasc]

@fatherforgivethem has infected me with thoughts of Aegon/Helaena/Aemond and their kids, and I have an idea, and I sorta mentioned it in my last HC post, but I just need it out of my skull for the sake of my well-being

the parents taking the kids to courts/dinners/events.

an agreement that if the kids fuss or ask for them to a certain point, they be brought to either of them, no matter what they're doing, if they're in front of a lord or nobleman or one of the god forsaken Seven. they will always come before the court, who can blame them for wanting some sort of out.

Jaehaera being brought to Aegon during one the few court meetings his mother actually got him to attend, meaning he can't leave, even for his daughter, or his head will end up on a spike. so instead she insists she will be quiet, taking his sniffling baby girl into his arm, assuring the nobles that he's listening and that she won't spill any of their secrets, cooing at her a little, while walking off s bit to the side. he rocks her till she's mostly asleep before returning to his place at the table, not sitting down, but rocking back and forth in front of his seat. he's kissing her forehead and stroking a finger over her little nose and chubby cheeks, smoothing her hair. he's so clearly infatuated with her and it catches everyone's attention. her presence also seems to make him act a bit wiser, like a proper prince, so he's loving on his baby while quipping into the meeting every now and then (he's got to be a good example for his girl)

no one can necessarily get mad, Jaehaera is adorable and they had all hoped and prayed fatherhood would settle the prince, which now they fear it's settled him too much.

Aemond stopping his sword training to lay out a blanket for the twins to sit in the grass and watch, goading Criston into putting on a show for them, imitating whatever story they come up with. letting them take up wood swords eventually and starting to incorporate them into his training.

Helaena having her lunch with Mother and a lady in waiting interrupted by her son being brought to her. he's huffy and tired, most likely woken from his nap by dreams he didn't understand, wanting nothing more than to just cuddle up with his mum. he's sitting against he glumly, clearly wanting his mum all to himself, to go up to her chambers and cuddle while she sings him the lullaby she has since he was born. but between his grandmother and the lady in waiting coaxing him to giggle, his mum trying to cheer him up, be comes to enjoy himself a bit.

The family having to go to some dinner for some noble and having kids on their hips. they don't like letting people take them from them, especially not little Maelor, so they're in guard all night. having to play nice when Lords and Ladies would reach out a finger to play with the babies, acting as if they don't want to snap at them.

Aegon carrying Maelor around the event while Helaena and Aemond keep the twins together.

trying to get them to sit nice at the dinner itself but finding themselves caring more about messing around with them than keeping up appearances

the 3 standing together, babes in their arms during some court meeting in the throne room, looking very accidental renaissance.

having matching outfits. Aemond and Aegon looking especially nice in the lighter colors for once.

they're just too cute and infecting every waking moment I have

(repost cause I accidentally posted it privately at first and tumble sorta ate it.. I don't know what happened, it was weird)

#truly believe people would be rooting for Aegon and Helaena's betrothal as a means to settle the prince. and oh boy did it settle him #he was wife and husband of the goddamn eon #that can also be thanked of Aemond too. but his kids literally made him a whole new person #now some people have regrets cause he's “too” settled #aka he's gives even less of a shit about court and is now active enough to rub it in their faces #even if they dont like them they all still have duties as prince's and princess #but they have kiddo's to take care of #they alwsys come first #so they're attending meetings and lunches and events #if anyone dear complain they have to face off with the 3 headed dragon #no one dares #and they're so good with them that it doesn't even really disturb anything but the norm #its especially fitting as Aegon plans to make Jaehaera his heir to whatever life he leads (he's a girl dad and fill of spite) #I clearly have an agenda #ill probably build on this when my brain is less scrambled #but I have so many ideas #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #helaegon #helaegond #helaemond #aegond #jaehaera targaryen #jaehaerys targaryen #HOTD #pro team green #house of the dragon

[rafeandonlyrafe]

mean daddy

words: 600

warnings: 18+ only, daddy kink!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, like really short cockwarming?, dom/sub dynamic, degradation, male receiving oral

“what is it, bun?” rafe asks, rubbing his hand over your lower back as you snuggle into him, head tucked into his neck.

“want more cock.” you mumble, keeping your voice quiet, knowing that rafe is about to make fun of you.

“more cock?” rafe rolls his eyes. “jesus, kiddo.”

“pleeeease daddy.” you whine, pushing your hips into his slightly, not enough for rafe to get angry but enough to give you a little bit of stimulation. 

“no.” rafe shakes his head. “i decide when you get more. don't be a nasty slut.”

“just want you so bad, please.” you whine, pressing your lips to his neck, hoping it entices him into taking you.

“you're so disgusting.” rafe scoffs. “can't believe my beautiful good girl is now such a total whore.”

“just put it in me, please.” you grip rafes shirt in your hands. “just let me sit on it for a minute.”

“you'll be happy with a minute?” rafe raises his eyebrows, pushing at your shoulders so you have to sit up straight. “will stop being a whiny brat then?”

“mhm!” you nod happily. “just one minute on your cock, please.”

“fine, you get your cunnie filled for one minute then you get off and leave me alone.”

“daddy.” you whine. “don't be mean.”

“ive got shit to get done, hurry up.” rafe tugs his pants down enough to pull his dick out, already hard from the moment you asked for his cock.

“thank you daddy!” you squeal, quickly tugging your underwear down, not even bothering to take off your skirt as you sink down on his cock, letting out a moan at finally getting it inside of you. you push immediately down, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulders.

“a minute, slut.” rafe says. “and then i get back to my work.”

“yes daddy.” you moan, eyes closing as you enjoy having rafe filling you up, being truly connected.

you feel like you've barely been on him for a second before rafe taps your hip. “up.”

“that wasn't a minute!” you argue.

rafe frowns at your attitude, having been slightly bratty all day, but this was a step too far. he lifts your short skirt to smack his hand over your ass, making you yelp.

“you don't argue with your daddy, do you?” rafe questions, giving you another spanking. “you've been begging for my cock too much, i think you'll need to go a week without it.”

rafe tugs you off, placing your cunt on his thigh, suddenly feeling empty.

“no, daddy, please.” you whine, leaning forward to grip his cock, both hands stroking up and down, hoping that it makes him change his mind. “ill be so good, promise.”

“you will be good, because if you're not ill make it two weeks.” rafe grabs his laptop, opening it back up.

“don't you wanna cum?” you question. “you can cum in my cunnie and then the punishment can start.”

“you're not gonna trick me, doll.” rafe scoffs. “on your knees.”

you move off rafes thigh, a wet spot left on his khakis. rafes legs spread so you can get close in between.

“put it in your mouth if you're so desperate for cock.” rafe says. you nod enthusiastically and lean forward, swallowing his cock in one go just like rafe taught you, pushing down until your nose is nuzzling into his skin, throat constricting as you try your best not to cough or gag.

“good, now stay just like that while daddy gets to work.” rafe places the laptop on the back of your head, forcing you not just to keep his cock down your throat but also still enough to not interrupt his typing.

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[raineydays411]

My Father's Daughter

Part 9

Summary: You've been at the Wayne Manor for over a month.

In some weird way you understand Christine.

You understand why she tries so hard to spend time with you while you're in her home. Why she begs for you to get off of your phone and cook with her. You get why she tries to make the other kids be nice to you. Scolds them harshly when they make snide comments underneath their breath about you.

Truly, you do.

You just...genuinely don't give a shit.

You don't care that she feels bad that she abandoned you for a completely other family and you don't care that she feels like she's losing time to create a bond with you.

You did not care.

Really, you didn't.

"Um,kid... you know I love you but I'm really not that kind of doctor" Bruce Banner said awkwardly over facetime.

You sigh. "Yeah I know B. You were just the first one to pick up the phone."

"Ouch." Banner laughed, " you know, you really are your fathers child."

You smile, one of the rare times you actually did nowadays. " How is the old man?"

You haven't been able to call him since he was paranoid whoever wants you would track your phone calls and find out where you are.

"Your father is even more annoying now without you than he ever has been in my entirety of knowing him" Banner deadpans, " He misses you a lot kiddo, we all do."

You smile sadly, missing your family.

It was hard, seeing these people you barely knew, with a mother you barely knew, stuck in a house you barely knew.

And the fact that they feel like a family. They argue and play jokes on each other. They eat with each other every afternoon ( Bat activities at night), Bruce kisses Christine goodbye when he goes to work. It was so domestic in its weird little ways.

But you didn't fit in.

They laughing and the jokes stopped whenever you walked into the room. The conversations were stale.

It was depressing.

It's not like they ignored you, oh no. That would've been preferable.

No half of them trip over their feet to try and include you in whatever they're doing.

Dick will turn blue chatting your ear off about whatever he thinks will get you to open up to him and Christine?

She will bend over backwards, frontwards, and sideways just to get you to acknowledge she gave birth to you. Every night she comes into your room and tries to talk to you about your life. And every question is met with a dull answer

"So any boys that catch your interest here?" " I don't know, I can't leave the premises"

"Were you in any sports? You look like you'd be a cheerleader like your momma!" " I was in mathletes and debate like Pepper"

"You really are beautiful my baby" "Thanks, everyone says I look like my dad"

It really was a struggle to get you to open up. Almost everyone at the manor had a hard time even starting a conversation with you.

Everyone except of course Alfred and surprisingly Jason Todd.

Alfred won you over as soon as you moved in. He vouched for you when you needed time alone and brings you snacks>

Jason is a whole different story.

See, the reason why it's so hard for everyone to talk to you is because they all refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room. They're treating you like you were some other orphan Annie they decided to adopt and you just have no family waiting and missing you.

Jason doesn't.

In fact, it was him who caught you trying to sneak out of the mansion the first week you were there. Instead of scolding you or telling on you, he took you out.

"A cap and sunglasses? Kid, that's not a disguise."

"What do you mean?"

He took you to a diner he frequents, a tour of the rooftops to avoid people, and to the safe house he took over from Bruce.

"Tell me about your life." He demands, not asks.

You smile and tell him about it. Your life growing up with the Avengers, school and what major you're going for, that brief fling you had with Pietro before you had to move to Gotham.

It was nice. To be with someone that didn't want to change you. He didn't try to force you into forgiveness and let you vent. He even gave some pretty sound advice.

"You know, at some point you are going to forgive her." He says ignoring your indignant stare, " You don't gotta be bestfriends with her or anything, but that anger is going to either slowly consume you or slowly go way. And believe me, you want it to slowly go way."

And he was right in some ways. The longer you're there, the less anger there is and the more hurt replaces it. It festers inside you like some disease. The symptoms slowly leaking out every time one of them calls her mom.

Every night she comes into your room and tries to pry into your life as if she didn't voluntarily leave it, you feel it.

Everytime you see her brush Cassandra's hair out of her eyes, or kiss damian on the forehead. It's the gentle way she smiles whenever she sees Tim hyperfocused on mission reports, and the way she gets so excited whenever Dick or Jason walk through the front door. Hugging them and chiding them for not visiting more.

It hurts you that they truly are a family.

And after a while, it gets hard for you to try and say that you truly didn't give a shit.

Because honestly, you did

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Taglist: @stupendousnightmaretrash @opheliaas-stuff

#tony stark x daughter!reader #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #damian wayne x reader #reader insert #marvel #marvel x reader #avengers x teen!reader #oc character #x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #peter parker x reader #woc reader #fem reader

[agavekitten]

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Summary - You're Abby's Favorite Daycare Attendent!

Pairing - Mike Schmidt x Fem! Reader

Warnings- All fluff!

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Every day felt the same, gray, uncomfortable and cold. Nothing seemed to bring the warmth like it used to. Even getting out of bed feels like a chore. I rubbed my eyes, staring into the darkness of the room around me. The soft blankets coddled around me were the only things keeping me from feeling the light cold air around me. I could only let out a sigh as I thought about the day ahead of me. The same old same old, wake up, work, clean then sleep. Over and over again until I could feel nothing. 

Today was one of those days, where I felt nothing. I didn't even notice that I got out of bed and had already gotten dressed. It was like a blur, like everything around me is simply a picture and none of it is real. It’s almost nice to think of it like that - a picture. It makes the things around you more interesting, a painting can be anything you interpret it as. It can be beautiful with every stroke of the paint having meaning and purpose. Or, there is the other interpretation, the one that makes the world look sad and unappealing with bland colors and concepts. But, I didn't like to think of it that way. If I'm going to live in my own fantasy world and believe that the world is a painting, it's going to be a happy colorful one damn it. 

I stepped out of the room and made my way to the bathroom, god I looked terrible. My hair looked like a bird just laid eggs in it and my face was swollen from the night's rest. I’ve always been hypocritical about how I looked, but today it was just a joke. Did my look matter that much? Not really in the grand scheme of things but to me it was important. I work at a daycare and the thought of a parent thinking I looked like a bum on the street and questioning if I had good hygiene made me want to throw up. I spent the first hour and a half trying to make myself look better. I finally felt like a person again as I put my hair up. I gave myself a small smile in the mirror and it immediately fell.

*buzz buzz* 

I looked down at my phone and saw the time, shit. I was late to work, again. I never woke up early to get ready and make myself feel like a person again. Now that I think about it, that's a bit of a problem. I went to the front door and grabbed my bag then rushed out the door. My job was the one thing that I really truly loved. Seeing the kids' faces light up when I enter the room and rush over to me to ask to play with them was always a highlight. It made me feel like my life did have purpose. All these kids relied on me while their parents worked or had a day to themselves, I’ve even become quite attached to a few of them. There was one kid that I look forward to seeing everyday, her name was Abby. She always had a smile on her face when she saw me grabbing my shirt practically begging if we could draw together. I would always spend most of my time drawing and playing games with her while the other daycare attendants played with the other kids. Abby didn't have a lot of friends and besides with you, she was often really quiet. I smiled at the thought of seeing Abby today. She should already be there by the time I walk through the daycare door. 

And just as I suspected, when I came through the door, there she was. A big smile on her face, her hair curled slightly and she had on a pair of cute overalls. “Hey Abbs!” I gave her a soft smile and opened my arms. She came running over and gave me a huge squeeze. “I thought you weren't going to be here today, I got sad.” Abby said, looking up at me with her large doe eyes. I moved my hand to her head, messing up her hair a bit. “You know I don't miss a day kiddo.” She giggled in response, “come draw with me Y/N! I've been waiting all morning! I have an amazing idea of what kind of cats we can draw today” Abby dragged you over to the table with all the art supplies spewed about. That was Abby and I’s thing, drawing cats in different scenarios. You know pirate cats, president cats, the whole works. “What were you thinking?” I sat next to her and smiled. She made a small drumroll on the table with her fingers. “....zombie cats.” We both went silent as we looked at eachother then let out a small giggle. “Zombie cats it is then.” We spent that afternoon drawing zombie cats in different scenarios, zombie cats in the grocery store, getting hair cuts, driving cars and my personal favorite two zombie cats that were dressed like Abby and I. 

“Y/N?” Abby put her green crayon down. 

“Yes Abby?”

“You should meet my brother, he would like you.” Abby had the most serious look on her face and I giggled. “Really? Now why's that?” 

“Well I like you and you're my friend so why wouldn't he like you.” She picked her crayon back up and continued to draw, “he likes all my friends.”

 “He seems like a very nice Abby, I would love to meet him.” I gave her a soft smile.

“Abby?”

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This is my first fanfic so please be gentle….

yes there will be a part 2!!!

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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..." | Part X

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Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader enemies to lovers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, S2-S4, post S4 universe hot-take, end-of-the-world / dystopian setting, ugly fights turned smut (...but with hella plot). 18+

CHAPTER X WARNINGS/NOTES: t.w.'s - strong language, more angst, mention of dr*g abuse during childhood trauma, mentions of death and injuries, Max in a coma, fearful tears, shared sadness, major end-of-the-world terror talk. 18+

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As we dive deeper into just how in love Steve and Bauman continue to fall...we also dive deeper into darkness.

We get a glimpse into the childhood past of Bauman Squared.

Steve finally gets to laugh again with his kids -- and with the girl he wants to have his own kids with one day.

Dr. Owens comes back, but it's not why they expected. Erica is given the hardest burden of all. Robin & Eddie are the whacky aunt and uncle that everyone needed and basically get shit back on track while being thrown hard news. Argyle is actually just a kind dude. Nancy is pulling away, while Jonathan finally feels the gut-punching gravity of what he is losing. Jopper is still carrying the weight of both worlds.

And surprise, b*tches: DIMITRI IS BACK AND BOY IS HE SOOO BACK.

Lastly: chicken nuggets. That is all.

WHILE THIS IS A FANFICTION STORY: IT IS STILL MY WRITING. PLEASE RIGHTFULLY CREDIT ME WHEN REPOSTING OR SHARING. I DO NOT GRANT YOU PERMISSION TO POST MY WRITING AS YOUR OWN. - MISHA @sheisjoeschateau PROOFREAD UNTIL MY EYES BLED. IF THERE ARE STILL TYPOS, SORRY BOUT IT. 18+

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OH SO WE DO LOVE STEVE | Chapter X

“Why do I feel like this is some sort of twisted intervention?”

Erica Sinclair stood in the kitchen next to Murray as he cooked up something to share with a table of adults and teens — plus her.

“In a way, it is,” Murray responded to her as he stirred his ingredients. 

“...okayyyy,” Erica sassed, suspiciously.  “...then why do you want me here but not my brother or my other friends?”

Murray rolled his eyes.  Erica’s attitude was truly the one thing that could bring Murray’s entire mental empire crumbling down like a tower of cards being blown over by a gust of wind.  He pointed his spatula in her direction.

“Think of it this way, kiddo,” he said through a wry, condescending smirk.  “It’s like getting invited to sit at the adults’ table instead of the kids’ table for thanksgiving.  And you’re the only one we’re inviting before you get to go up there and hang out with your little friends.  Alright?”

Erica narrowed her eyes.  “What do I need to know that they don’t?”

Sauce dripped from the spatula as he stared at her.  Christ, she was relentless.  Then again…at least she seemed somewhat perturbed by the idea of knowing things before her brother and their friends.  That was pretty damn selfless for Erica Sinclair.  She cocked an eyebrow at Murray — who squinted back at her.

“Okay, why are you not as willing about this as I thought you’d be…”

“Look,” Erica said, crossing her arms.  “If I’m going to be made to keep a secret?  I need to know all the facts first.  Especially if I have to keep it from my brother.  And Steve.  And Bauman.”

Murray sighed through his nose.  She was right.  Mature, and right.

“I don’t want you to keep it a secret for good,” Murray clarified, speaking slowly.  “I just — we just need you to be made aware of some things before we bring it to everyone else’s attention.  And truth be told?  Harrington needs a break.  So does my niece.  And your friends?  They need some time with mom and dad.  You do, too.  But right now?  You’re the party member in charge of taking on some big information before we spread it to the rest of them.  And quite frankly?  I’m counting on you to help me — and the rest of us — help break it to them.  Got it?”

Erica let all of that land, her guarded expression softening into one of civil understanding.  She pursed her lips, considering this.  Finally, she nodded.

“Alright.  Deal.”

Murray shot her a thumbs up, resuming his cooking.

“That’s really lumpy,” Erica pointed to his saucepan with a soured expression.

“Ohforheaven'ssake —”

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Robin had taken on laundry duty on Steve’s behalf, knowing that Jonathan intended to talk with him.  Which is why she’d asked Nancy to help her with it, and it has turned out to be a good thing.

Nancy was clearly fraying at the seams.  There was a lot going through her mind, and it was all spiraling fast.  She needed someone to talk to, but none of her options seemed safe. 

She had no idea how or when to break everything she had been feeling to Steve. 

Her relationship with Jonathan was so tense and strained, any conversation shared with him had just blown up. 

And her mom would need to know everything about the upside down, in order to give her proper advice…and at this rate, that option seemed to have no place in this world. 

She couldn’t go to Joyce, because that’s Jonathan’s mom. 

Hopper and Murray were out of the question. 

She wasn’t close enough with Eddie to even consider it. 

And Argyle?  Well, he’d said about as much as he could say.  Far more than what she’d expected, if she was being honest.  

Nancy’s only other option was Robin Buckley.

“God, I swear — the air’s a disease at this point.”

Robin had sat next to Nancy on the porch, carrying the laundry basket.  Nancy quickly wiped a few stray tears, which Robin pretended not to notice – even when Nancy shot her a very forced, tight-lipped grin.

“Yeah,” Nancy chuckled wetly.  “It’s uhh, yeah.  Plagued at this point.  Thanks, Vecna.”

Robin nodded with a smirk.  “Yeah.  Thanks a lot, Vecna.  Fuck you, man.”

That made Nancy giggle, which Robin was grateful to see.  She decided to start off slow, not wanting to force anything.  After all, clearly Nancy was clearly going through it.  And the way she and Robin had started off?  Not great.  Buckley was definitely not trying to push her luck.  Sure, the two of them had gotten along super well as time passed, truly becoming friends while living in Steve’s house.  But they weren’t exactly best friends.  Friends for sure.  But not like Nancy and Barb had been.  Not even close.

“You know,” Robin mused.  “Sometimes, I think back to high school and how…I never really had a best friend while I was there.  Not like you did.”

That made Nancy turn to look at her, curiosity radiating for her bright blue eyes.

“You and Barb,” Robin explained.  “You two were thick as thieves.  She always made sure to take extra notes in Click’s class for you.”

Nancy’s eyes shone with melancholy fondness.  “She did…?”

“Yeah,” Robin smiled.  “Always.  Saved them on little flashcards and everything.  She was always like, ‘I gotta make sure I get this for Nance.’  Or whenever something crazy went down in the classroom, I could tell she was just itching to tell you about during lunch or after school.”

Nancy beamed at that.  She shook her head, grinning widely.  “God, I swear… Barb was like — like that little old lady who couldn’t help but wanna gossip.  Even though she hated drama, she loved it at the same time.  As long as it wasn’t hers or ours.”

“That totally tracks,” Robin snorted.  “What an icon, really.”

“Schyeah,” Nancy giggled wholeheartedly.  “Yeah, she…she was the best.”

Robin watched as Nancy gnawed at her lip, feeling the wave of sadness wash over her.  

“I just wish…” Nancy murmured, voice shaky.  “Just wish that I could…talk to her sometimes, you know?  Not just to tell her how sorry I am.  For everything that happened before she…”

Nancy’s voice trailed off.  Robin dared to reach over and touch her shoulder, relieved when Nancy didn’t push her away or tense underneath her touch.

“I just wanna ask her questions,” Nancy’s voice shook.  “So many questions, like…like the way we used to.  As best friends.  About — everything.  Life, family, love…friends…the end of the fucking world…”

Robin nodded.  “Yeah.  Yeah, I know.”

Because Robin did know.  Whenever she had become best friends with Steve, it had made her world significantly brighter.  Her heart was full, and her soul had been lifted out of its constant anxiety-ridden state.  Robin had been so closed off to bonding with anyone, especially the likes of Steve Harrington.  Little did she know, that guy would end up being her truest best friend and confidant.  The one she could lean on, tell anything to and count on for the rest of her life.  However short that might be, given the end of the world… But she had Steve by her side, trusting him with every secret she had and her literal life in his hands.  

Barb had been that for Nancy.  But she was gone.

“I don’t know what to do,” Nancy’s voice cracked.  She looked over at Robin with tear rimmed eyes, fighting them from falling as she bit down on her trembling lip.  “About…anything.”

Robin kept listening, wanting so badly to go on a rant but willing herself not to.  Because right now, it’s Nancy who needs to rant.  She needed to ramble until she couldn’t anymore.

“I’ve been so…God, I’ve been so in love with Jonathan since we met and…got through all of this together.  It just…just...worked.  Clicked, made sense.  Way more sense than Steve, but — but Steve and I, we…what we had was…it was real.  Really real.  Even Barb saw it, she just — just didn’t want me getting hurt, or…losing myself for a guy.  But I didn’t really.  Steve never pushed me to do anything that I didn’t wanna do, or…wasn’t ready for.  Ever.  Not once.  He was kind to me, and…and I feel like…like I just… I think I’m the one who did wrong by him.  Not the other way around.  All because I just felt so…lost, and conflicted, and scared, and unsure, and…and…”

Nancy curled in on herself, tears falling down her cheeks as she ducked her face out of sight.  But Robin scooched closer to her, enveloping her into a comforting embrace as she wept.  And Nancy let her, allowing herself to lean against her.

“I told him what we had was bullshit and it wasn’t,” Nancy cried bitterly.  “It wasn’t, he's not -- I was just…so fucking mad that Barb was gone.  And it was easier to blame Steve, all because he wasn’t hurting the way that I was.  The way that I still am.  But that’s — that’s n-not — b-because he d-doesn’t…c-care…”  

Nancy’s shoulders convulsed, and Robin’s heart broke for her as she held her tighter.

“B-but Jonathan had lost Will, so h-he…he got it.  H-he knew wh-what I was…going through… And I-I j-just felt...so r-right with him.  Because l-looking at him didn’t remind me of…of…”

Nancy choked on a sob.  

Robin knew she meant Barb.  She didn’t have to say it.

“I’m angry.  For me, for Barb, for Steve, for Jonathan…my mom, dad, Mike…everyone.  All the time.  And I just d-don’t know what to do, because…Jonathan shut me o-out, and w-wanted to b-break up with m-me all because he felt like…he was…holding me back, and wouldn’t just t-talk…to me…and then S-Steve… Steve, h-he wanted me back b-but now…h-he…he loves…he loves…”

Nancy ugly cried into her palms, muffling the noise so that it wouldn’t be heard from anyone inside.  Robin clung to her, rocking them back and forth with some gentle, soothing shushes.

“He loves her, Robin,” Nancy cried, heartbreak and anguish lacing her voice.  “He loves her, and s-she loves him back.  S-so much…b-better than I d-did…and I…I should be…so h-happy for him.  And h-her, but I just…I just…wonder if I…did I…did I m-mess up…?  Did I lose the p-person I was s-supposed to b-be with?  I just didn’t…think he’d…move on…and that’s so…fucking SELFISH of me…”

Robin squeezed her.  “It’s not selfish.  It’s human.  Steve is amazing.  But Nancy…it’s okay that you didn’t go back to him.”

“But you thought I should,” Nancy leaned back now.  She looked at Robin dead in the eye with bloodshot, red rimmed eyes.  They swam in regrets, sorrows and bitterness.

“You and Eddie both thought that we should,” she said, voice croaked and upset.  “Y-you both…thought that we…shouldn’t have…broken up, or…”

“You’re right,” Robin admitted, feeling bad but deciding it was best to just own up to it.  “You’re right, I did.  We did.  Me and Eddie.  But Nancy…sometimes we’re just so distracted by what seems right…that we can’t see what’s actually right in front of us.”

Nancy looked at her quizzically.  Robin sighed.

“Look, when you left Steve,” Robin explained, taking her hand into both of hers.  “Back in senior year, and you got with Jonathan…you two had your own journey.  You had each other.  Steve?  Steve had no one during his — except for the kids…and Bauman.  Because back then, he didn’t know yet.  He didn’t know about her and Murray intervening —”

“Yeah, I know,” Nancy said bitterly.  “We all know that now.”

“Just hear me out,” Robin pleaded with her softly.  “I promise, I’m with you, alright?”

Nancy stared at her for a moment, finally softening her tense jaw and nodding once.  Robin picked back up, on cue.

“Steve still had a lot of growing up to do.  On his own.  Dustin was the first to reach out to him.  Well, he basically forced himself on Steve.  And Steve needed that.  He’s an only child.  He needed a little brother to give him grief, and boss him around and pick on him.  You have Mike.  Steve didn’t have that until Dustin wormed his way into his life." Robin added with a smile, " ...and his heart.”

Nany thought about that, expression pensive with realization.

“Then Bauman came along,” Robin continued.  “She was Steve’s age… You and Jonathan were off with the adults.  He got left behind to watch the kids with her.  They went through…a lot of shit that night.  You did, too.  But so did they.  They fought off Billy Hargrove.  They protected the kids, fought off the demodogs in the tunnels.  They survived the night together.  You know what that feels like.  You and Jonathan bonded that way.  Right?”

Nancy hesitates but looks back at her, sniffing.  Eventually, she nods again.

“Right," Robin exhales deeply, proceeding. "So Steve… Steve had someone his age to be around, along with the kids.  And that was great.  Because she’s independent and badass, but also really chill and down to earth.  Like, some sort of femme tomboy.  Which Steve lowkey kind of needed, she really was exactly what --"

“Robin, I get it,” Nancy snapped, not wanting to hear about you in a complimentary way.  At least not at this moment.

“No, hear me out,” Robin insisted, giving her hands another squeeze.  “You need to hear this, Nancy, alright?  You know you’re beautiful.  You know Steve has been helplessly in love with you for years.  That’s not even a question.”  

Robin paused, shifting gears again as she refused to let Nancy look away from her.  

“...but Steve had to move on.  Or…find ways to convince himself that he could.  And Bauman?  She was there for that.  She was around, during all his growth.  And trust me – it was ugly.  You have nothing to envy there.  God, the way that they argued?  The way Steve talked to her, honestly?  Honestly.  You would’ve slapped him.  I sure as hell did a few times.  Mostly verbal slapping.  But I hit him a few times, not gonna lie.  You’ve seen the highlights of Steve’s growth.  You have seen the best parts of him, but…but Bauman was there for all of it.  She got to see it all happen in real time, from the second you and Jonathan met back up with them to right now.  And she owned up to her shit, too.  It wasn’t her fault, by no means was it her fault.  But hey, she took the hits.  Many times.  And she still ended up falling in love with Steve, who she swore was the last person who would ever win her over.  Those two knuckleheads were relentless whenever I came into the picture.  Fighting like lovers in a quarrel with absolutely zero history of affection to show for it.  But still, they got through shit together.  They put their differences aside for the kids, and when it came to fighting off the Russians?  She and Steve honestly kept me so sane.  And they kept us safe, too.  Me, Dustin and Erica.  They didn’t get along in the real world, but in the upside down world?  They did.  They didn’t even think twice.  Steve grew into a way better person because of her.  And she opened up a lot more because of him, and the kids.  She didn’t grow up with siblings either.  That’s another thing they have in common.”

Nancy took all of that in with a solemn expression.  Robin let that sink in before continuing.

“I know this is…a lot.  But really, Nancy…so much happened while you were gone.  Those two fell in love over time without even knowing it.  Shit, we didn’t know it either.  That was a plot twist for all of us — including Murray.  Despite what he says, that guy does not know everything.”

Nancy scoffed.  “I know that.”

“Of course you do.  We all do.  He does, too.  Especially now.  Now that his niece and Steve are clearly so head over heels in love with one another.”

Nancy’s heart sank at that.  She knew that it was true.

“I’m not…” Nancy mumbled, eyes downcast.  “I’m not mad at her for falling in love with him.  Or him.  I just…can’t help but wonder if I messed up.  Missed out on someone that I loved more than I allowed myself to when we were together.”

“You couldn’t have loved him more back then, Nancy,” Robin corrected her.  “Because who he was then, is not who he is now.  And who he is now is someone that Bauman has played a huge role in him becoming.”

Nancy sniffed a few times, bringing her knees to her chest and lost in thought.

“Do you still love Jonathan?”

Nancy looked at her, surprised.  “What?”

“Tell me what you’re feeling there,” Robin pressed gently.  “Why is that going wrong again?”

Nancy got defensive.  “Um, what’s wrong is that he clearly planned on leaving me while I was back here being loyal to him.”

“Right,” Robin mused.  “But…what about after he got back?  What happened then?”

Nancy opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t.  She thought about that for a while.

“We just…” she started.  “...we just…moved past it.  We let it go.”

Robin nodded slowly.  “After all you two have been through…knowing damn well that things need to be talked about…you both really thought that was best?”

“He doesn’t ever tell me how he actually feels,” Nancy snapped.  “I’m so sick of it.  I always have to push him to tell me things.  He just — shuts me out.  Clams up, retreats.  He won’t even tell me when he’s upset about something unless I make him.”

“Well then,” Robin nods.  “That’s definitely on him.  But what about you?”

Nancy scrunches her face in confusion.  

“Why didn’t you tell him how you felt either?” Robin asks, unblinking.

Nancy stares at her, not knowing how to answer that.

“I told him that I love him,” Nancy whispers.  “And that I…that we’re fine.”

Robin’s expression softens.  “Do you wanna be?”

Nancy’s face crumbles.  “I…I want…”

Robin waits, not knowing what to expect but knowing that it’s getting somewhere.  

“I want him to love me again,” Nancy cries in despair.  “I want him to fight for me, and — and love me the way that I thought that he did.  That he would.  That he always would —”

Robin holds Nancy again as she convulses with sobs in her arms.  They stay that way for a little while, allowing the dust to settle.  Nancy has said enough for now.  It would all unravel itself more over time. 

Meanwhile, Eddie had told Jonathan to make his way upstairs and talk with Steve.

“You’re on, buddy boy,” Eddie told him with a hard pat on the back.  

So while Jonathan made peace with Steve, Nancy had finally released some of her emotions and confided in Robin.

And now, all the adults were in the kitchen as Murray made some food for the older teens and Erica.  They’d asked Robin and Eddie to make sure that Argyle, Jonathan and Nancy were all going to be present for it, along with Erica before she could go upstairs and join the kids.

So here they all were now: sitting at the dinner table while Murray and Erica served them up plates and bowls of random foods.  

Jonathan had watched Nancy make her way into the kitchen with Robin, newly fresh faced and eyes puffy from crying.  She wore her pajamas now, having taken a quick shower and washing off the anguish from her meltdown earlier.  Jonathan’s heart cracked in two, and it did even more as Nancy went to sit next to Robin.  He stood up, unable to help himself.

“I got you a seat here,” he said, voice shaky.

Nancy had looked over at him, eyes cold and expression blank.

“That’s alright,” she said, voice level and cool.  “We share a room.”

Nancy sat next to Robin, demeanor cool and calm and collected.  She was stiff, but there was a chilling resilience to her that Jonathan had not seen in a while.  It terrified him, making his anxiety spike.  Had he lost her?  Was he too late?

He swallowed hard, accepting it — given everyone else at the table.  Hopper had awkwardly reached for some pepper as this was happening, working in slow motion as he felt really uncomfortable.  So Jonathan just nodded, and Joyce gave him a sympathetic look as she placed glasses of water and tea in front of everyone.

Eddie made concerned eye contact with Robin as he poured himself some water.  Yikes.

“I’ll sit next to you, my dude,” Argyle said warmly, knowing he needed to step in.  Jonathan was grateful for that, but still dying inside as he kept stealing glances at Nancy — who looked anywhere except his way.

Murray clicked his tongue loudly. “Alrighty then. Shall we?”

With a thud, he set down his plate. Joyce clenched her jaw but took a deep breath.

“Lay it on us,” Eddie said with a deep exhale, sitting down on the other side of Argyle. 

“Yeah, what’s this pow-wow and why is it just this group who's on it?” Erica questioned as she stationed herself on the other side of Robin. 

“Right,” Hopper sighed before shoveling a mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth and leaning back to chew, readying himself. Everyone waited patiently.

“Here’s the deal,” he began, leaning forward and eyeing everyone individually as he spoke. “No one here is being made to keep a secret. That’s not what’s going on.”

“So then why is it private?” Robin asked curiously. 

“Because right now…we need to set some things straight. Set in stone.  Before we dive into our group meeting tomorrow. Consider this…a board meeting of sorts.”

Jonathan furrowed his brow. “Don’t we want Bauman and Steve for that?”

Hopper sighed deeply, rubbing at his beard. “This affects them. And the kids.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at that, feeling nervous. He looked over at Robin, who looked just as worried.

Erica scrunched her face up. “Then why am I here?…”

“Because I need one of you kids to be level headed and vouch for me,” Hopper explained. “And for Joyce and Murray. We’ve spent a lot of time figuring this out. Weighed out our options, talked to El about it.”

“Does she know?” Nancy asked.

“Some,” Hopper nodded. “Most… Not all.”

Erica leaned forward, truly listening and accepting that she was clearly going to need to stick with some sort of plan that her friends were not going to be keen on…

Hopper contemplated his next words carefully.

“Look. Tonight, I need those kids to rest. To laugh, play some card games. Eat too much candy, and just have a good night. Soak up all the fun they can get before this mandate goes into effect soon. And before we have to go forward with a plan.��

Hopper made sure that everyone was with him on that.  Off their nods, he continued.

“There’s two groups. One that’ll stay here, in hiding. Down in the basement, where we’ve already started making up basecamp. They’ll have to stay hidden.  Out of sight.  Quiet.  On high alert.  It’s a gamble.  Just because they’ll be home…it doesn’t guarantee them any safety.”

Hopper took a deep breath, eyes filled with dread.  He rubbed at the gap between his pinched brows.

“…the other group will have to risk getting back out there.  And we won’t be anywhere that’s not swarmed and completely surrounded by the government and — god-knows-who-else, before we can get ourselves back near the largest gate that’s torn itself open and is ready to swallow Hawkins.”

Everyone’s blood ran cold. 

No one was safe. They weren’t before, but now? Nothing was off the table. Everything was high risk, no matter where anyone was stationed.

“If you’re sitting here,” Hopper continued slowly, voice grave, “at this table, listening to this conversation…minus Erica and Murray...you’re in Group 2. ”

Nancy and Jonathan both felt their chests constrict, but they understood. It didn’t surprise them per se. And at this point, nothing should scare them. But it did.

Joyce looked at her eldest son, torn but knowing it had to be done.

Erica looked over at Murray, who gave her a soft nod.

Robin and Eddie looked at each other, along with Argyle, shuddering. 

“Dimitri is going with us,” Hopper added.

“Who’s he?” Jonathan asked.

“Russian soldier,” Joyce told him, holding up a hand to clarify. “He’s on our side.”

Jonathan hesitated but eventually gave her a small nod. He looked over at Nancy, who was staring down at the table with her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.

“He’s got insight,” Hopper continued. “Knows what we’re dealing with, and how to handle what we’re all up against.  We’ll need as many of us as we can get out there.  Those of us who know the risks, and know how to navigate this world.”

Robin processed that, thinking. “So that…where does that leave Steve and Bauman?”

Hopper was quiet. The way he gnawed his cheek made it clear that this was where it got messy.

“Steve is on the frontlines with us,” Hopper explained carefully. “…and Bauman is stationed back here with Murray and the kids, along with Dr. Owens.”

Robin’s heart sank, and so did Eddie’s. They both shared a sad, all-knowing look.  They knew this wasn’t going to go well.  At all. They knew that Steve was going to flip his shit at just the idea of leaving you out of his sight.

“Won’t Dr. Owens have a target on his back?” Eddie asked, concerned. “Won’t that — won’t that draw more danger here…?”

That made Robin look at Hopper, wide-eyed. The retired cop looked pale, eyes full of dread.

“He has to be here in case anything happens to Bauman or Max,” he explains solemnly. “Because if shit goes south here…they’ll need to run.”

Jonathan felt sick.  This also meant leaving Will behind.  “But…how? How can they run?”

“That’s where I come in,” Murray chimes in. “Between me and Erica and Dustin, we’ll be able to keep a close eye out for a signal — which Will can help us navigate.”

“Because he’s still connected to it all,” Joyce explains sadly.  “He still…feels it. He senses when it’s near.”

“Which is why he’ll be able to give us a warning,” Murray nods, adding to Joyce’s input. “Since El has to be out there with you guys, we’ll still have a connected source that's here with us.”

“The kids can’t do this,” Hopper adds, tone firm. “Not this time.  El doesn’t count, as much as I want her to stay back.  She can’t.  I know that.” He looks at Erica with parental eyes.  “But as far as the rest of you kids go?  No more.  It’s already bad enough having to risk you all staying here.  But if this is how it’s gotta go down?  You’re staying where there’s a controlled space, with 2-3 solid abort mission plans — which Murray knows from top to bottom.”

Erica hangs her head, but she nods. She knows this makes sense. 

“As for Bauman,” Hopper continues, eyes sad. “She’s not able to get back out there. Between her heart issues and her bad shoulder and ribs…she has to stay put.”

“No, I agree with that,” Robin says, voice full of gravel before she clears it. “But, umm…I’m just…really worried that…well it’s just — Steve, he’s um, he’s —”

“He’s going to have to do this,” Hopper interjects, but not unkindly. In fact, it’s full of empathy and remorse. “He knows the ways. You’ll all need him. His stamina, his strength. He’s strong, good with a bat and can outrun shit.  He also knows what to keep an eye out for, whatever comes our way.”

Eddie gulps, partially because he’s terrified about facing the underworld again…but also because he knows that Steve will be a wreck the entire time he’s gone with them and not with you. And if Eddie’s being honest, the idea of leaving you and the kids behind is killing him too. He’s especially grown to love you and Dustin over the last year.

“This isn’t open for discussion,” Hopper says, voice firmer and tone low.  “Tomorrow, when we have our living room meeting, I’ll be conveying this to everyone…along with Murray and Joyce.  And I need to know I have each and every one of you on our side.  Those kids are going to raise hell.  All of them are.  And this plan is not changing.  It’s either this…or we all stay hunkered down until we rot.  Am I making myself clear?”

Nancy and Jonathan nodded first, quickly followed by Robin and Eddie.

“Yes sir,” Argyle spoke first, and for the first time he genuinely looked aware of just how heavy all of this stuff really is.  Jonathan gave his shoulder a quick squeeze.

“Erica,” Hopper was looking directly at the youngest person sitting across the table.  “I’m counting on you.  I know that’s not fair, but I am.  You’re tough as nails.  You’re gonna have to be that way with your brother, and his friends.  Your friends.  You'll have to be hard...but gentle enough to get it through to him.  I don’t care what you gotta do, you do it.  Whatever you have to say?  Say it.  And if anybody gives you shit for knowing this before they did…send them to me.  Understood?”

Erica looked back at Hopper with the most somber expression.  But she nodded.

“Understood,” she said, voice low.

Hopper gave her a curt nod before looking over at the older teens.

“As for you guys,” he said.  “We all know the shit that just went down yesterday at the fence.  Bauman’s always been at the frontlines with us.  She can’t be now.  And Steve cannot hang back.  He’s got too much strength that we can’t afford to not have on our side of this battle.  And I don’t care if Bauman insists she can do it.  She can’t, and she won’t.”

“And if she gets stubborn,” Murray interjects, voice fierce.  “Tell me.  If she tries pulling a fast one?  You tell me.  Capiche?”

Eddie and Robin quickly nod up and down.

“I’ll talk to him if it gets bad,” Jonathan says in a weak voice.

Nancy narrows her eyes at him.  Since when do he and Steve talk?

“Good,” Joyce says with a sad, tight-lipped grin and nod at her son.  “He’ll need it.”

"I'll be there for him, too," Robin nodded at Jonathan.

“Will we be able to stay in contact with them at least?” Eddie asks pathetically.  “Via the walkies?”

“When necessary...yes,” Hopper confirms.  “We’ll have to be scarce about it.  Selective.  Nowhere is safe.  It’ll have to be reserved for vital communication only.”

Eddie frowned, but nodded in understanding.  Robin was currently biting her palm, consumed with dread and sickening anxiety.  Leaving you behind?  The kids?  Even Murray, who everyone had come to appreciate in their own weird sort of way — mostly because of how much they all loved you.  He was an extension of you.  The whole situation just felt…fucked.

But wasn’t everything fucked?  Wasn’t this entire world so catostrophically fucked in every single which way, seemingly irreparable?  

Was there actually an end to this nightmare?  A world in which the upside down would cease to exist…monsters would go back to their storybooks and dark, twisted fairy tales…the moon would only ever symbolize light within forgotten darkness...and the sun would never hide behind the ashy debris that currently clung to the air, just outside their windows?

Despite how everything looked grim, with seemingly no end in sight…you all persisted in choosing to believe.  Yes.  Yes, this was going to end.

The end of the world was nearing.  It was inevitable.

But it wouldn’t be your world.

***

You never really put much thought into what having a family would feel like one day.

You’d wondered.  Every little girl does.  In young girlhood, there’s the beauty of innocence that protectively surrounds all grown-up dreams that fuel your wildest imagination.  The dreams of never having to go to school, and being in charge of everything you want.  The dreams of being able to eat whatever you want, whenever you want.  The dreams of meeting your future husband, and getting to wear a big white, sparkly ballgown as you walk down the aisle to your happily ever after.  The dreams of being a princess in a big castle, ruling the land and having cake for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and tea parties everyday with your friends.

Sure, you’d had those dreams as a little girl.  How could you not?  It was inevitable.

But as you grew older, you didn’t really have a chance to fantasize about much.  You’d been made to grow up from a very young age.  Your grandmother had been there for you enough.  She kept a roof over your head.  Food on the table.  A very generous allowance, even though you never asked for one and you’d gotten yourself a job by the age of 13 painting peoples’ houses and doing yard work.  You’d even gotten hired by your uncle to do data entry for him, along with a couple of his contacts who did intense investigative research and needed someone to work remotely.  You earned your own living, and you did upkeep on your grandmother’s house — despite her never asking you to do so.  She was gone a lot.  She wasn’t very old.  Just a smoker who liked casinos and taking trips with her “friend” from time to time.  A woman, who she only ever referred to as her "assistant."  You knew better than to believe that, but you never said anything about it.  She was a closeted lesbian — which is why Robin coming out of the closet for you had been the easiest news to take, let alone support.  Your grandmother was a tough, long-acrylic-nails-donning boss bitch who did whatever the hell she wanted.  You’d gone with her many times to some casino resorts, mostly staying in the hotel room or just walking around the city.  It felt like living with a Mafia Mobwife.  It was cool, for the most part.  But it definitely meant being able to hold your own.  She’d raised herself when she was a kid — and in most ways, you did too.

It’s why you’d spent so much time with your uncle, who didn’t live very far.  He was home a lot.  Given his line of work, he didn’t go out much.  He became even more of a hermit as the years went on, and you liked that.  It meant consistency.  His spare room basically became your room.  It couldn’t exactly be considered a “guest room” when he never had guests over.  You’re the only person he invited over for company, and he loved it.  The two of you got along effortlessly.  His dark humor rubbed off on you early on, which your grandmother shared in but she wasn’t nearly as quick-witted as Murray.  That’s where you got it from.  But your dry, snarky wit was much more selectively timed than his.  He was all over the place.  You had solid social cues, given that you went to school and were around people often.  Your uncle was definitely an oddball.  But you loved him to death, and you got him better than anyone else did.

You weren’t babied.  You weren’t coddled, or sheltered, or given false hope about the world.  It’s why you held your own, and it’s also why you never victimized yourself.  It was to a fault, but you believed it was for the best.

So when Clark broke your heart into a million pieces, you told yourself it had been a risk from the start.  A gamble, just like the poker tables at those casinos that your grandmother frequented all the time.  Love was a dangerous game, and it spared no one.  There were winners and losers — and you’d lost this one.

But right now, in this moment, you felt as though you had just won every single jackpot that there was to win.  

Because right now, you were sitting in Steve’s lap on the floor of Max’s room in his big house, holding cards closely to your chest as Lucas screeched GO FISH at Dustin.  Steve’s hand was in plain sight, and if you were a cheater you’d have him beat in seconds.  But you didn’t need to win a stupid card game…because you had won the greatest game of all: life.

El and Mike were cuddled up close to each other, giggling and being young teens in love.  In a normal world, you would assume it to be puppy love between them.  But this world wasn’t normal, and the shit that they’d been through together wasn’t any different than what you and Steve had been through together.  It was real love, and you let them be that way.

Lucas was seated next to Max in her bed, holding her hand and laughing like a kid again.  Dustin was hoarding all of the candy from his backpack (so much for sharing) and laughing like a buffoon.  He bickered with Steve and the kids as usual, but something about it was just so…bright.  Hearty laughter bounced off the walls, and there were so many times that Steve had belly laughed — along with you and the other kids — that you’d all lost count.

Sometimes, you swore that you saw Max’s lips twitch.  As if she could hear you all in her coma, wanting to laugh along with everybody.  Lucas would talk to her as if she could hear you all just fine, squeezing her hand and kissing her forehead while showing her his hand in cards.  Dustin even gave her a sleeve of her favorite candy — just for her.  He might not have basic manners with the rest of you, but Max?  Always.  

Will was keeping score, seated next to you and Steve with the biggest smile you had ever seen him wear.  He laughed hysterically the entire night, even going as far as verbally expressing adoration for you and Steve.  Dustin would pretend to gag, but Will would just tell him he knew better than to think that the curly-haired smart alec wasn’t completely in love with the two of you being together.  Dustin had grinned all dopey and wide, rolling his eyes but not arguing with him any further.  

At some point, Mike suggested all swapping ghost stories.  

Lucas had barked the loudest laugh.  “How about the one we’re currently living??”

“Hey, hey,” Steve interjected.  “I got a better idea.  Tell your most embarrassing story.  One you’re scared shitless to tell.”

You'd grinned in his arms, snickering.  “Oh I got plenty of those.”

“I mean hey,” Dustin shrugged with a mouthful of candy.  “If we’re gonna die, we might as well get real.”

“Okay chill, we’re not going to die,” Steve scoffed, hiding his internal worry.

“It’s possible,” Mike shrugged, grabbing another bag of M&M’s.

Steve huffed.  “Dammit, Wheeler —”

Mike’s devilish grin was infuriating yet endearing at the same time.

“I wish Max could hear all of this,” El said with a tinkering laugh.

You gave her the warmest of smiles and a wink.  “Trust me.  She does.”

“Hell yeah,” Lucas smiled wide, squeezing Max’s hand.  “I’ll even tell one of her stories, for her.”

“...dude, she’s gonna kill you,” Dustin warned him, but there was a smirk lifting at the corner of his lips.

“I’ll go first,” Will announced, laying on his stomach as he ate some popcorn.  “One time?  I was asleep in bed but I woke up because I heard Jonathan moaning so loudly — like, disturbingly loud —”

“Okay, maybe I needed to lay down some ground rules here —” Steve starts with a very tight voice as you snorted into your palm.

“Just hear me out,” Will laughs, holding a hand.  “I thought it was with a girl —”

“William,” Steve scolded.

“But he was in the bathroom,” Will talked over him.  “Shitting his brains out.”

Dustin cackled while Mike audibly expressed disgust while laughing at the same time.  El looked shocked, giggling hysterically into her hand.

“Damn, that bad?!” Lucas roared.

“He lit every candle in the house,” Will cackled.  “Mom went to use it shortly after him and came barreling into our rooms to ask us in a panic what had died up one of our butts!”

Steve collapsed into you laughing, and you couldn’t even breathe from laughing so hard.  It was that sort of deep laughter that’s so painful because it’s quiet before you’re able to finally erupt with loud laughs that help you come down from a high.  All the kids were a fit of cackles and giggles, too.  Erica made her way into the room finally, jumping right into things and bringing cookies with milk.  All of you exchanged stories, allowing yourselves to only cry tears of joy.  It was exactly what you all needed, long overdue.

And for the first time in ages — none of you thought about the upside down, or the impending doom that awaited you just outside of the Harrington house throughout all of Hawkins.

That night, you and Steve tucked every single of your kids into their assigned sleeping bags and cots.  Lucas stayed with Max in her bed, asking you sheepishly if that was alright.  You’d nodded, along with Steve — more than approving.  And given you both would be chaperoning that night in the same shared room, you also let Mike and El cuddle up together in a sleeping bag.

“Hands outside of the covers, Wheeler,” Steve warned him, but he gave him a wink — adding please at the end.  Even Mike gave him a smile and nod, like a little kid who felt called out but also didn’t have any intention of disobeying.

Dustin and Will joked in high pitched voices about being bunkmates with their sleeping bags next to each other, given they were the two singles of the group.  Technically, Erica was too.  But even if she wasn’t, she would still demand her own space.  She had situated herself on the floor beside Lucas’s side of the bed, not planning to give him a hard time for a good while given what was in store for everyone tomorrow.

As for you and Steve — the two of you had stationed yourselves in the center of the room, closest to the door.  That way, you could see all your kids at any point during the night and also be the first to fight off any harm coming your way, should danger lurk on the other side of the locked bedroom door.

Steve ruffled Dustin’s hair as he dozed off, earning a sleepy little “hmph” from him.  After he made sure all of them were comfortably settled in for the night, he crawled over to you.  His nail bat was propped somewhere nearby — ready to be swung into action if need be.  But the need for it that night never came.

You curled into Steve’s chest, breathing in his clean, masculine scent and allowing it to fill all of your senses.  Sighing contentedly, you felt a rush of warmth wash over you as his lips pressed into the top of your head.

“I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you more,” you murmured in the softest of whispers.

You felt him chuckle against you.  “Impossible,” he breathed into your hair, pulling you so close to him you might as well be the same body.

And had you not been so completely relaxed in his arms, you might have fought him on it.  The whole "I love you more" thing. In fact you definitely would have.  But you just hummed, dozing off in his strong arms and allowing sleep to find you.

***

Waking up had been beautiful. The sun was even more hidden than usual, plagued by the new world coming into fruition. But despite the lack of sunshine outdoors, you felt as though it shone through the entire room as all the kids woke up and whispered to each other. You pretended not to hear them when they talked about you and Steve. Because if you were being honest? You’d been dying to hear their uncensored thoughts. If they thought that you weren’t listening, they wouldn’t hold back from saying what was actually on their mind.

Turns out?  All of them wanted this. The two of you together.  They laughed about how some of them thought that Steve was going to end up with Robin at first. 

“No way,” Lucas shook his head in a confident whisper. “Those two? They’re like brother and sister.”

“Yeah, but Bauman’s so out of his league,” Mike whispered back.

“She is not,” Will added in a defensive whisper.

“She so is,” Mike whispered indignantly.

“No way, Steve’s awesome,” Dustin defended in a whisper.

“Yeah but like,” Mike whispered, pondering with a sigh. “I mean yeah. He is. I like him. He’s cool. Way cooler than I thought he was at first. But Bauman’s literally a badass. She doesn't care what people think.”

“Steve doesn’t care anymore,” Erica chimes in, speaking softly. She’s actually pleading Steve’s case and it’s adorable.  “He used to. But when we were down there with the Russians? And he had to wear that stupid sailor outfit for work?…”

“Oh my god,” Dustin snickered. “That shit was so funny.”

“He looked like Shirley Temple from the Good Ship Lollipop,” Lucas snickered back, and Will had to shush them so that they wouldn’t wake you up.

“My point is,” Erica continued with sass. “Steve doesn’t give a shit what anyone thinks of him now. I mean…he gave her hell the whole time I was around ‘em.”

“I still don’t get that,” Mike whispered.

“Me either,” El added quietly.

“What do you mean?” Dustin whispered in confusion. “I told you guys the whole story. That once upon a time ramble I had to sit through when Murray basically went on to give us an entire rundown on the two of them?”

“Well duh,” Mike whispered in annoyance. “I know that. But dude…she’s…like, she's...”

“Hot.”

Everyone went quiet, and you stiffened as you held back laughter. Because the person who had called you hot?  It was El.

“Bauman is hot,” El repeated.

Eventually someone snorted. Then, they all did. You bit back laughter, blushing into Steve’s chest with your face kept hidden.

“You’re hot,” Mike added to her in a coy whisper.

“No, you are,” she whispered back sweetly.

“Enough,” Erica whispered definitively. 

“Max thinks that Steve is hot,” Lucas scoffed.

“He is,” Erica and El said at the same time.

“Hey,” Mike whined, and they all shushed him.

“Face it, dude,” Dustin whispered flatly. “He is. I wish I looked like him.”

“You look great, man,” Will assured him. “You got a girl like Suzy. You gotta be a stud to catch someone like her.”

Dustin had blushed at that with a wide, dopey grin. “Think so?”

After listening to them chat some more, eventually Steve started to stir. He’d told them good morning, to which Dustin all too happily responded with a very loud good morning back —- making Steve audibly groan and bite back curse words. The kids all snickered. 

Will started handing out drawings out to everyone. You all had been sketching and drawing together in your assigned room earlier the day before, while Steve had been getting Max’s room ready.  Will had told you all to draw a picture of someone else in the party. He’d even chosen who was drawing who.  

Will and Lucas drew each other.

Mike and Erica drew each other.

El and Dustin drew each other.

And you drew Steve, before he joined you all and eventually drew his original art piece of you while you all played a round of the Game of Life.

Here you were now: holding your drawing close to your chest, and wiggling your eyebrows at Steve. He gave you the most adorable smirk, his cocoa brown eyes still a bit sleepy and his perfect hair the sexiest case of bed head. He stretched, toned arms flexing and his white t-shirt clinging to his muscles in all the right places while being loose enough to wanna rip it off of him…

Not the time, Bauman, you mentally scolded yourself.

Steve had reached underneath his pillow to fetch his drawing of you, holding it to his chest and sitting across from you — crossed-legged and shooting you a wink. All the kids mirrored you both, sitting opposite their assigned art piece subject with throaty giggles and snorts. 

Will looked at everyone excitedly, like a proud art professor, ready for his classroom to partake in show-and-tell.

“Alright,” he smiled. “Everyone ready?”

“Yeah, you go first, Byers,” Steve nodded at him with an encouraging grin.

Will blushed. “Oh…well…I mean…I should go last. You guys first. On the count of 3, everyone turn your photos around to your partner.”

Mike snorted as he stared down Erica. “Howdy, partner,” he drawled in a fake accent. El giggled, and so did Lucas. 

Erica shot Mike a wry smirk. “Easy now, cowboy.”

“Bet you made me look like a total loser,” Mike snickered. 

“I don’t have to draw you to make you look like that,” Eric’s said in the most sugary sweet, sarcastic voice.

“Okay snarkbutts, settle down,” Steve scolded lightly in a groggy voice, no heat behind it. “Will has the floor. William: proceed.”

Will saluted him. “Alright. Count of 3.”

“Please tell me you gave me teeth,” Dustin mumbled lowly to El.

“One…”

El shrugged. “I dunno.”

Dustin narrowed his eyes. 

“Two…”

Steve gave you a coy look, asking in the lowest of mumbles, “How big’s my hair?” 

You grinned like a devil, your voice lower. “Not as big as your other best trait.”

Steve lifted a very cocky eyebrow with a deepening grin.

“Three!”

Everyone turned their papers around, and a soft silence fell over you all minus a few little reactive intakes of breath.

Dustin had drawn El with a million eggo waffles in the sky around her. She looked like the most adorable cartoon character, with anime eyes and full cheeks. Her hair was shorter, the way she’d looked back in ‘83 whenever she’d returned. But it wasn’t slicked back. It was free, curly and a little wild. Her smile was innocent and childlike, and there was a policeman in the back waving. Hopper. 

El had drawn Dustin with his signature cap and his big toothy grin — which made him beam, because she did give him teeth in the drawing after all. And in this drawing, there were bubble boxes above him that read all the quotes she associated with him, like Steve! and She’s our friend and she’s crazy! and Shit shit shit shit shit!

Mike had drawn Erica into a comic strip. He showed her as just a wee tike, then at Scoops Ahoy with an ice cream cone, then playing DND. The last image of the strip showed her with her arms crossed and a triumphant smile, with a banner behind her that read Welcome to the Party.  (…as Erica looked at it, she felt the most unfamiliar warmth seep into her bones and the joyful sting behind her eyes sent her into pure shock.)

Erica had drawn Mike on his bike, riding through the neighbor with his backpack and a flashlight. His dark hair blew in the wind, and there was a thought bubble above him with little heads that resembled all of his best friends.  Above him and the thought was a quote: “Mike Wheeler: nerd, snark machine and superhero to all.”  (…Mike felt so emo, he didn’t know what to do with it.)

You had drawn Steve in a very chic sort of hot anime-like way.  It honestly looked like an actual character that existed in an anime universe.  In the drawing, Steve held his nail bat in one hand and a McDonald’s happy meal in the other.  He didn’t quite understand that part at first — until he spotted behind him, there was a Winnebago.  Six familiar faces, very stick-figure-esque, stood there waving.  You also stood there, with a quote above your head: “six-piece nuggets, coming right up.”  Steve breathed the fondest of chuckles as he took it all in, wanting to laugh and smile and cry and tackle you with his kids all at the same time.

Steve’s drawing of you was more adorable than you ever thought him capable of drawing.  You were the cutest little cartoon, backpack over your shoulder with combat boots — but you were wearing the most beautiful dress.  It was yellow, which complimented the happy blue sky behind you.  Yours and Steve's favorite colors combined.  There was a big house behind you, with seven other stick figures that looked an awful lot like Steve and your six nuggets.  And right next to you, there was a dictionary-esque definition of you:

BAUMAN (Pronounced bow•men)

A professional love-life ruiner; cute but psycho; hardcore but soft; too smart for her own good; humor darker than the dark espresso she drinks straight, because she’s a sociopath; also hotter than said cup of coffee; terrifyingly beautiful from the inside out; my mortal enemy turned favorite person; the girl who makes everything make sense; someone I can’t fathom living without, and can’t believe I ever thought I could; the love of my life, in this one and the next and so on, so long as she’ll have me.

You had never felt so full in your entire life, and neither had Steve. The two of you just stared at each other’s drawings. Grinning, glassy-eyed, chuckling, aching, filled with every ounce of joy and every ounce dread — all at once.  Neither of you could speak, but neither of you had to. Your eyes, along with his, spoke volumes. They said everything there was to say, just as much as your sketches did.

Lucas had drawn Will in a wizard’s outfit.  He held a tall, majestic scepter — with a large hat on top of his head.  Surrounding him was a large swirl of colors, whimsical and light, painting a galaxy of sorts.  And in this galaxy, there were little floating stick figures with all his friends’ names above them.  Will was smiling in the drawing, with his hands in the air and on top of the world.  Literally, because in the picture he was standing on top of a globe.

As for Will...he had drawn Lucas at a basketball game. He was scoring the winning basket, and an entire crowd cheered behind him.  All of you were there.  Will was there, next to all his friends.  You and Steve were next to each other, along with his mom, Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle, Eddie, Robin and Hopper.  Even your Uncle Murray.  

And Max…that’s where Will’s drawing got unique. 

She was piggybacking Lucas, as he jumped and shot the winning score of the game, her laugh radiating through all the pens and crayons and markers that Will had used to sketch her.  She was alive, as were the rest of you.  Very much alive.

Just as you all were right now, inside one of Steve Harrington’s many bedrooms in his big house with no parents.  

No matter what doom was swiftly approaching — no matter what monsters were looming underneath the surface, and already roaming the real world — you all were together.  You had each other.

You always will.

***

Late morning upstairs has been kind to you.  It's been light.  Hopeful. 

There’s something about walking downstairs that makes the energy shift.  It sends an odd sort of chill up your spine, despite Steve’s arm draped securely over your shoulders as you wear one of his large gray hoodies with your bad arm in a sling.  You feel a certain pang in your chest as the kids follow you all down into the kitchen…but this time, it’s not because of your heart arrhythmia.

As Hopper and Joyce smile at you all in the kitchen, greeting you warmly and having prepared a table full of pancakes that had smiley faces decorated with whipped cream and chocolate chips and strawberries on top — something about the scene frowns at you.  A deep frown that you’ve seen on everyone’s faces whenever there is bad news waiting to be shared.

Your uncle is coming over to hand you a hot cup of decaf coffee, winking at you and Steve as he gives him a tight shoulder squeeze.  He’s moving past you both towards the man named Dimitri, who is walking in from the living room.  Murray brings him over to introduce you.

“Dimitri, this is my niece,” Murray grins.

You shake his hand firmly with your good arm, smiling gratefully.  “Heard a lot about you.”

“You as well,” the man says with a genuine smile, kind vibrant eyes and a thick Russian accent.  He’s definitely seen some shit.

“And this is Steve,” Murray gestures, a bit of a coy glint in his eye.  “Her boyfriend.”

Steve blushes, a soft smile gracing his features and shining through his eyes.  He wholeheartedly adores being called that out loud for the very first time: your boyfriend.

Your uneven heart skips several more beats, which typically would raise a lot of concern — but at the moment, you’re too fucking happy to care or pay it any mind.  You watch Steve flash his signature charming smile and reach out to firmly shake hands with Dimitri, who is looking back at your handsome boy with the widest grin.  The masculine exchange of lighthearted friendly words between the two men makes your stomach dance for some reason, especially as your uncle chuckles along with them.  

This is completely uncharted territory for you. Nothing about this moment is familiar.  But you could really get used to it.  It’s new.  And you adore it.

Dimitri meets the kids, who all take to him very well.  Especially El, who seems to already be familiar with him.  Likely because of Hopper.  Jonathan and Argyle are being introduced to him by Joyce, while Eddie is rounding the corner with a big stretch and yawn.  Steve shoots him a smirk as the metalhead makes his way over for a big ole bro hug, whispering something to him that makes Steve snort while Eddie grins like a devil.  Steve swats at him playfully, successfully smacking him as Robin walks in with Nancy close behind.  Steve’s quirky platonic soulmate makes her way over to you with a warm smile, swinging an arm over your shoulders so that she’s nearly headlocking you in a hug.  She’s a bit taller than you, by just a couple inches, so it gives her some upper hand.  You’re chuckling lightly, nose scrunched and tightly winding your good arm around Robin’s waist as you smile back at Nancy.  Her eyes are still sad, a bit lost.  But there’s no animosity there, at least not that you see.  She looks at you shyly, timidly…but with utter kindness.

Unbeknownst to you — Robin had suggested to Nancy that she stay with her last night in Steve’s room.  For Nancy, that had been…hard.  Necessary, but hard.  For multiple reasons.  For one thing — the last time she’d slept in Steve’s room, she had been his girlfriend. Being asleep in there 2 years later without him, now as his ex, brought back a flood of memories — bittersweet and haunting.  Being in his bed, twisted up in his sheets, felt wrong.  But she just couldn’t bring herself to sleep next to Jonathan that night.  Not yet.  Not after everything that had unfolded.  So Robin had stayed up talking with her, having a heavy heart to heart.  But it turned out to be exactly what Nancy needed.  Just what the doctor ordered.  Robin Buckley had unintentionally become a nurse of sorts over the last several months, and maybe even somewhat of a therapist.  Although — Argyle sort of had her beat in that department earlier that afternoon.  But he was the much simpler kind.  Whereas Robin got deep, given her innate gift at rambling until you were given no choice but to cut her off because your most honest thoughts were yanked out of you as you were made to listen to her ranting.  Nancy had cried some more, but she’d also laughed.  A comforting mixture of both smiles and frowns were shared between the two unlikely friends.  Robin wasn’t Barb, nor would any other girl be that kind of friend to Nancy.  Robin was very different from Barb.  However, her heart was just as loving.  She loved hard, and it showed.  She let Nancy pour her heart out, pouring some of her own out in return.  And somehow…somehow…it brought Nancy some newfound peace and understanding.

So as she looked at you now, having seen you come downstairs with Steve and the kids — now introducing yourselves to the new Russian house guest, and sharing a special connection with Eddie and Robin in a way that only settled couples so effortlessly did — Nancy could see something in the two of you that she’d not known Steve capable of being while she in a relationship with him.  And while she selfishly ached for her younger self who’d missed out on having that with him (and sometimes still found herself pining after), she selflessly began to feel happy for Steve.  And she even began to feel some happiness for you.  Not completely.  Not yet.  She couldn’t quite commit to making full peace with it all, given that healing takes time.  A very long time.  But as time continued to pass, which Nancy hoped you all would still be granted given the circumstances of the crumbling world, she knew that she would eventually get there.  

Murray and Dimitri were saying something funny, making Hopper and Joyce share a hearty laugh with the two of them while the kids were asking the new gentleman a million questions.  Steve made his way over to you and Robin, hugging you both — and Eddie threw his arms around all of you, resulting in fond groans and grunts from you all along with big smiles.

Nancy and Jonathan made unintentional eye contact as this happened, but Dustin shouting GROUP HUG! snapped their focus away again. The boys all bear hugged you guys while El and Erica were already pouring syrup onto their pancakes.

Eventually, you all sat down to enjoy a feast.  And while it tasted so deliciously sweet…the bitter aftertaste stemmed from looming doom that creeped just beneath the surface of your feet.  The energy shift was still felt, and despite the warmth of homemade pancakes and Steve’s hand on your thigh…your blood ran cold.

***

It was the early afternoon that finally unveiled the darker energy shift you had all been sensing since that morning, after you left the comforting quarters of your little family sleepover.

Everyone was now seated in the living room now — the way you always were, when it was time for you all to have a group meeting and listen to Hopper go over a plan of sorts or give a rundown to the household.  Except this time, Dimitri was here along with Dr. Owens.  It wasn’t like all the other times.  This was different.  Very different.

This one scared you.

Maybe they all should’ve. All these talks that centered around the end of the world. All these household meetings about the impending doom that came with said end-of-the-world. But somehow, you’d grown accustomed to them.  Comfortable.  It meant you were all still alive and that you all had something worth fighting for. And it had always meant there would be another meeting.

But there was an unsettling sort of feeling of finality to this meeting that set it apart from all the others.  And as Hopper stood with both Joyce and your uncle Murray…you felt goosebumps scatter up and down your arms and legs, regardless of Steve’s warm oversized hoodie and your leggings and socks.  Their faces were somber, a bit grim.  Murray kept his arms tightly crossed while Joyce fiddled nervously with her hands.  Even Hopper, ever the strong and firm type, looked nervous.  Maybe even afraid. 

They spoke all slowly, taking their time with why everyone was there — why Dimitri was now in the picture along with Dr. Owens — and what all needed to be discussed.  And the longer they spoke, the thicker the air got.  Tension spread around the room.  It was especially evident as none of the kids were making a sound.  They hadn’t uttered a single word.  Not one of them.  The adults had the floor, and when they asked Dimitri to stand with them, you all knew this was going to go in a bad direction.

So when they all told you the plan, looping Dr. Owens into the picture and why he not only was here for this talk — but here to stay — the gravity of the current situation landed.

You all felt your souls plummet to the deepest depths of your stomachs with a hard thud, as Hopper revealed two large whiteboards.  They both had entirely different detailed layouts…and beside each one, there were two separate lists of names.

One list of names would be at the frontlines.  The people who would be diving head first into the upside down and all of its perils. 

One list of names would be hiding out here.  The people who would maintain home base, helping operate things from the other side in the real world, while risking the chance of being found, caught and killed.

Both sides were at risk.  Both teams could die.  Both groups might not ever live to see another day, or each other, ever again.

As Steve stares at your name, along with the names of all of his kids aside from El, on the opposite whiteboard from his own name…he feels bile rising in his throat.  His stomach twists into knots, deeply tangled with unbearable anxiety and anguish.  His mind races, but his lips don’t move.  Fear paralyzes him, rendering him speechless as the adults keep talking and gesturing to the boards.  The castle on a cloud that his dreams have just began to build for the two of you, walls high and protecting you both along with his kids — his family — was drifting away from him.  And all he could do was watch it drifting further and further away, into the void, as he stared into space.

You felt his grasp on you instinctively tighten as his muscles stiffened.  Steve was rigid against your back, and you were grateful that he couldn’t see your face right now.  You were sitting between his legs on the longest part of his couch, facing the same direction as you took in the whiteboards while absorbing all the information that was being relayed to the group.  With a harsh swallow, you risked peeking at everyone else’s reactions — quickly scanning the room with your eyes.

Mike’s usually sour expression looked far more sad than it usually did.  He only ever looked like that when El was in danger, or things were spiraling out of control.  He sat on top of the coffee table with his elbows in his lap, crouched forward and staring a hole into one of the whiteboards.  Dustin’s mouth was agape, and his unusual silence was loud.  He hadn’t said a word from where he sat on the couch next to Erica.  Will sat on the other side of Jonathan, brow furrowed and heart blue.  He knew the risks being taken, and it hurt his soul seeing that he would be apart from his mom and brother.  He felt as though he always had been, ever since this all began, and it seemed to be a never ending circumstance.  Lucas was taking it all in from his seat on the leg of the couch, hands wrung and expression reserved — but defeated.  He’d really grown into a young man this past year, and he’d been taking so much in stride.  But even so, he looked conflicted.  Really conflicted.  

After taking in the kids’ reactions, your eyes swept over to Robin and Eddie.  She was seated in the giant loveseat, per usual, with Eddie perched on the arm of it.  You narrowed your eyes as you caught sight of Robin fiddling her thumbs, eyes darting up and down from her fingers to the adults with the whiteboards.  Eddie was bouncing his knee anxiously, nibbling at his fingernails — which were already bitten to stubs.  While the two of them looked to be taking this hard, the way that the rest of you were…they also seemed to be absorbing it a bit differently.  As if maybe they had a hunch about it already…

It wasn’t until Erica stood up to sit by Lucas with zero prompt that you felt slightly suspicious.  Because as she did, Robin shot a very quick tight-lipped smile in Erica’s direction with eyes that radiated sympathy.  Did they know this was coming?  Is that why Erica had come upstairs with the cookies and milk later than the rest of the kids?

You sighed through your nose, focusing back on Hopper as he gestured for Dr. Owens to stand up with them.  The older man made his way to the center of the tense room, hands dug deeply into his pockets and wearing a very sympathetic smile.

“I’m really grateful you all have put a lot of faith in me, despite everything,” he said humbly.  “Truthfully, it’s not owed.  I know that.  Still…I promise you’re in good hands with me.  Not those guys out there.  Hence why I’m here.  And I know you’d have already figured out by now if I was still working for that side of things.  Between El and Will, and all of you crazy smart folks, I’m outnumbered.”

He added a light chuckle at the end that nobody returned.  Dr. Owens sighed, taking no offense.  He knew this was not going to be taken well.

“I’m in this fight with you,” he said, stronger than how he spoke before.  There was conviction in his tone that he never really used, and it only heightened just how severe things currently were.  “If it were up to me?  None of you would be out there.  I’d be out there on the frontlines.  But…given Max’s comatose state, and Bauman’s heart condition, I know I’m needed here.  Which is just as big a risk that’s being taken out on the battlefield, because we’re staying in Hawkins as the evacuation notice and mandate goes into effect.  The city will be swarmed with government officials who are all behind this.  We’ll be surrounded from all angles.  No one is safe.”

You’re pretty sure that Steve had stopped breathing at this point, and the veins that prominently stuck out from his arms tightly wound around you made your throat close up.  

“I’ll be here to monitor Max, along with Bauman.  I’ve got plenty of medication to help steady the heart arrhythmia, and anything vital needed for a medical emergency — on anyone’s behalf, not just Bauman’s and Mayfield’s.”

“But…what happens if…”

A tight voice made everyone’s heads whip in its direction.  It was Dustin speaking, eyes wide with fear.  He wasn't being his usual cocky, overly confident self.  He looked and sounded genuinely fearful.

“…what happens if we’re caught?  What do we do?  Where do we go?”

Murray sighs, stepping forward.  “We’ve thought about that.  Right now, there’s only 2 options.  But they’re solid.  The best we’ve got right now.  One more than the other.  See, look —”

Murray went into detail about an abort-mission plan, but it sounded distorted in your ears as the gravity of the situation weighed down on top of your shoulders: you were all splitting up.  And this time might be the last time.

At some point, Mike had started to finally come to life.  His snark was returning, but even he wavered and the fear in his voice wasn’t concealed.  Hopper and El had to level with him, which only flustered Mike and caused him to stutter.  They had him beat, and he knew it.  He wanted to storm off, but Erica had told him to sit his ass down and listen.  It was so unexpected that he did as she said.  But your own brain was playing it all in slow motion.  As Will began asking questions with Dustin, you could see how Lucas had looked like he wanted to ask Erica if she might have already known something — but he didn’t.  Dr. Owens was saying something about Will being tied to the other side of things and being the assigned “El” of their group opposite of her, which fired up Mike as he demanded to know why the hell that required him to be out of the group heading to the frontlines alongside his girlfriend.  Before Hopper could even respond, Eddie was jumping into action along with Jonathan — coming to the retired cop’s defense.  That only bewildered Mike more, which fueled Dustin’s confusion into high gear as he made arguments alongside Mike.  Lucas had thrown his voice into the mix, but when Erica’s was louder — telling them all to listen, for the love of god listen, and Lucas stared at her in silent bemusement.  Will was weakly pleading with them all to please calm down, along with Joyce, who shot Argyle (of all people) a desperate look, and he made his way over to sit down next to Will and tell him it was going to be alright.

“NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS ALRIGHT,” Mike cried, angry and sad and scared in the way a child made to grow up too soon has every right to be.

“Mike, please,” Nancy’s voice trembled, her blue eyes glassy.

“Nancy, this isn’t okay!!!” Mike wailed.

“M-Mike,” Nancy stammered, her own emotions giving her a shake she couldn’t stop.  “Just l-listen to me…”

“No, you never listen to me!!!” Mike bawled.  “Never!!!”

“Hey hey, Wheeler, hey.”  

Steve finally found his voice as he reluctantly made his way to stand up away from you and approach his kid that was having an absolute breakdown.  Mike was still wailing, but as Steve approached with an unwavering look in his eye — baby Wheeler allowed for the group's assigned babysitter to actually place his hands on his shoulders and try to level with him.  Mike’s face crumbled, his words not making any sense the more he stumbled over them.  All that could be made out was something he was trying to say towards El — something about why and how could you and tell them I’m coming — which made Steve get a firm grip on his shoulders as he told him not to blame her for this.  After all, Steve had all the experience in the world as far as wrongfully placing blame on someone else was concerned…and it made your entire body ache as you watched him soothe Mike, who just bawled and mumbled nonsense in his hold.

El began to cry, too, leaning into Hopper — whose bottom lip trembled.  He bit down on it hard and willed it to stop, his eyes overwhelmed with everything that was unraveling before his eyes. 

Dustin was going back and forth with Erica, but he sounded so pitiful it made your uneven heart crack.  He kept looking over at Steve, begging him to understand.  Please Steve, please, let me go with you.  Eddie moved to immediately hold him, crushing him in more of a death grip than a hug.  The metalhead mumbled into his curly hair — not this time, kiddo, not this time.  Robin had a hand clamped over her mouth, emotions taking over as she barely managed to bite them back.

You stood up instantly, moving to hold Buckley.  She didn’t hesitate to make room for you on the seat, letting you take her in your arms as she shook like a leaf.  You gently swayed her side to side with you, murmuring quiet little words that were meant to be comforting — knowing they weren’t, but offering them anyway.

Your eyes met Jonathan’s across the room as he swayed with Will as well.  His pupils were blown, consumed with dread and drowning in pure misery, and you knew that yours weren’t much different.

Mike had buried his face into Steve’s chest at this point, and it made Nancy cry into her own palms as she curled in on herself.  

“I can’t do this,” she whispered, voice cracking at the end.  She looked at Hopper and your uncle, eyes guilty and full of shame.  “I - I’m sorry.”

Before you could even process what just happened, Nancy was barreling up the stairs.  Jonathan watched her go, panicking.  He looked at Will, then at you — eyes pleading.  You didn’t even let a second pass before you’d squeezed Robin to signal her, standing up to bring her over to where Will was seated.  You took Jonathan’s place as he went after Nancy, holding him tight as Robin leaned against you on your opposite side.  Argyle kept a kind hand on Will’s shoulder, still sitting to the other of him.  

“Steve, please, you die I die, remember?”

Dustin’s whimpered words had to have been the saddest plea you’d ever heard in your life.  Steve almost broke but before he could he flung an arm to sweep Dustin into his hold, as baby Wheeler kept bawling into his chest.  He held them both steady, letting them fall apart in his protective arms and doing everything in his power not to break down with them.  He couldn’t.  If he did, he’d failed them.  But to Steve’s dismay…he did anyway.  He ducked his head down, shaking against the two of his kids, letting himself silently weep with them.  For them. 

Lucas looked utterly heartbroken, which Erica noticed.  The youngest Sinclair cast aside all her pride, looking at her older brother with the most sympathy and love she could have towards anyone in this world, and she threw her arms around him.  He only let it shock him for a second before he held her back, a grateful silence falling over them both.  

You felt tears of your own begin to brim your eyes, but before letting them fall you looked up towards the adults…seeing your uncle first.  Murray looked back at you with every ounce of empathy and solace that could be found inside his dark soul. 

You gave him a soft nod, silently communicating with him.  I understand.  I’m sorry you had to deliver this news, but I’m here and I understand. 

And he returned the soft nod, lips pressed into a thin line but communicating back through eye contact and body language.  I love you and I hate this.  But I’ve got you.

Dimitri stood next to him, eyes somber and downcast.  He was new to the picture, but having seen the other side of things and just how bad a toll this has clearly taken on you all — he mourned for everyone’s pain. 

Dr. Owens had to sit down, unable to speak and wringing his hands.  

Hopper and Joyce held each other, along with El.  They looked at each other, devastated but steadfast.  

This plan was not open for discussion.  

This plan was not open for debate.  

This plan was final.

And so you let the tears crawl over the edges of your eyes, feeling them skate down your cheeks as you clung to Will and Robin and felt the world sit on top of your shoulders.

***

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Unwanted: Chapter 29, Unarmed, Redux - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of injury, death, human trafficking.

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Previously On...: It was the final showdown! And you died.

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You crawled back toward consciousness with the unsettling sensation of deja vu. Bright lights, pain in your abdomen, the sound of machines incessantly beeping. You tried to pull the covers over your head, but your left arm didn’t seem to want to move.

Well, that was new, anyway.

“The fuck am I in the hospital for now?” you murmured to yourself. “One miscarriage wasn’t bad enough?”

“Ex-fucking-scuse me?” came Tony’s shocked voice from your bedside. “One fucking what now?!”

You slowly opened your eyes. “Uh… hey, Boss. How’s it going?” You glanced over at Tony; he looked terrible, eyes red rimmed and puffy. “What’s wrong? Why do you look like you’ve been crying?”

Tony barked out a laugh. “Are you kidding me? You had us all scared half to death, Kiddo. Pretty sure it took ten years off my life when word came in that Carthage fucking shot you. You know, you were clinically dead for seven whole minutes?! Longest seven minutes of my life– even longer than the Seven Minutes in “Heaven” I spent with Alice Seymour in 7th grade.” Tony shivered.

You blanched. “Seven minutes? Holy shit. I’m sorry, Tony.” You weren’t sure why you were apologizing; you hadn’t shot yourself, after all, but you still felt awful for making him worry.

Tony came to sit alongside you on the bed. “Hey,” he began, taking a hold of your hand, “you have nothing to be sorry for. At all. You warned us from the beginning that Carthage was rotten. We should have done a better job of protecting you from her. I should have done a better job of protecting you.”

“It’s not your fault, Boss,” you told him, squeezing his hand. “None of us could have realized how far gone she was until it was too late. Where is she, anyway? On a one-way trip to The Raft, I hope?”

Tony looked away from you, toward the door of your room. “Not necessary,” he said. “She’s dead.”

You sat up quickly, wincing in pain at the tugging in your abdomen as you did so.

“Easy there, Kiddo,” Tony said, helping you get upright. “You had major abdominal surgery just a few days ago; you’re gonna pull your stitches.”

You let go of Tony’s hand to gingerly prod at your stomach, flinching as you came into contact with the heavy gauze that concealed your incision. Looking back up at him, you asked: “What do you mean, ‘she’s dead,’ Tony? What the fuck happened?”

Tony cleared his throat and poured you a cup of water, as if needing to busy his hands while he considered how to go about saying what he had to tell you. “We pulled up in the Quinjet probably only a few moments after you were shot,” he said, handing the cup to you. You took it gratefully, not realizing until that moment how parched you’d been. “Barnes was holding you in his arms, just sobbing, and… God, Pocket, there was so much blood. We thought you were done. I’ve never– I’ve never seen him like that before. He wouldn’t let go of you. Cap and Point Break had to hold him off so we could get you into the jet’s onboard Cradle; he just didn’t want to be apart from you. Kept screaming it was all his fault, he should be the one who was dead instead of you. Can’t say that, in the moment, I disagreed. We ended up having to sedate him.”

As Tony spoke, bits and flashes of the event came back to you– Bucky offering himself to Jade in exchange for your life, seeing his lips on hers, the sensation of Jade’s bullet ripping through your flesh. 

“Once we got you stable, we went back out and found Carthage’s body. I’m not one hundred percent sure what happened, because Barnes still won’t talk about it, but, well, her neck was snapped.”

You blinked in shock. He’d killed her, for you. When it mattered, when it truly, truly mattered, he’d picked you over her. “Wow,” was all you could get out.

“Yeah,” Tony agreed softly.

“Where is he, Boss?” you asked, looking up at him desperately. You needed to see Bucky right away, needed to thank him for saving your life, to apologize.

“I’ve, uh… I’ve been kind of keeping him away,” Tony admitted reluctantly.

“Why?!” you asked, hurt and shocked. “Why would you do that, Tony?”

Tony looked at you defensively. “Because he admitted what he did to you, Pocket. How he hurt you, again, and again. All of it. I’m sorry, but I wasn’t going to let him come near you after everything he’d done. It was his fault you were in this mess to begin with. He’s lucky I didn’t fucking kill him. If he had stayed away from her, been faithful to you from the beginning–”

“Tony,” you interrupted, putting a hand on his forearm to stop him. “Please trust me when I tell you that the situation is a lot more complicated than it appears from the outside, okay? I’ve… I’ve seen things, things that showed me how badly she manipulated him, got into his head. I’m not saying he’s blameless,” you were quick to add when Tony opened his mouth to protest. “He’s got a lot to make up for– I know that; I’m just saying that the party who bears the most responsibility is dead. I want to see him. Please. I owe him my life.”

Tony pursed his lips as he assessed you, mulling over your words. “It’s against my better judgment,” he finally said, “but it’s your call. I’ll send him in.” He stood up, leaning forward to kiss the crown of your head. 

“Tony, wait!” you said, before he could go too far. “The missing women. The strip club. What happened with them?”

“You did good, Kiddo,” he said with a smile. “Once we got you outta there, we were able to retrace your location to find the Hydra base where they were keeping you and get into their files– they kept records of every woman they sold, who they sold to, and where they went. SHIELD’s already picked up several of the buyers and identified the key players based on what you’ve been able to get us. We’ve been able to recover seven of the women so far, but Nat’s optimistic we can track down even more.”

You let out a shaky exhale. Seven women, saved from trafficking, with your help. “That’s amazing, Boss,” you said.

“And as for the club, Kozlov’s been arrested on a slew of charges; don’t anticipate he’ll be breathing fresh air anytime soon. And your buddy? Dimitri? He was real happy to start cooperating with us if it meant he didn’t go down with his boss.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief, a weight being lifted off your shoulders. They weren't going to be able to hurt anyone else, you thought to yourself. You’d help make sure of that. Maybe you could make your amends to Chloe, after all.

An idea came to you then. “Boss,” you began, “how much money’s in my swear jar now?”

Tony gave you a bemused look. “Kind of a weird time to be asking about that.” He pulled up his phone and touched the screen several times before letting out a low whistle. “Well I’ll be damned, Pocket. You certainly have quite the potty mouth– there’s almost half a mil in there!”

“I’ve sworn half a million times in the last twenty months?” you asked, incredulous.

“Do you doubt it?” Tony answered, grinning.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” you said with a smile. “Do me a favor? Take that money and divide it up among the surviving women, okay? They’re gonna need resources for a fresh start.”

“That’s real generous of you, Kiddo,” Tony said, giving you a fond smile. “I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah, well, I learned from the best,” you half-shrugged, grinning back at him. “Gotta pay it forward, right?”

Tony nodded, then turned toward the door. “I’ll make sure it’s taken care of,” he said. “And I’ll send in Barnes."

“Thanks, Tony.”

“Oh, and if there’s one thing this entire ordeal’s taught me,” he said as he put his hand on the doorknob, “it’s that life is short. I’m gonna ask Pep to marry me.”

“Tony!” you exclaimed, delight coursing through you. “That’s fantastic! Congratulations! I’m so happy for you!”

Tony smiled at you. “Be flattered, kiddo. You’re number two to know.” With a wink, he was out the door.

You closed your eyes, smiling to yourself. Tony Fucking Stark was finally settling down. You honestly thought you’d never live to see the day. Fuck, you almost hadn’t. You felt a dull ache in your left arm. It had been strapped down in a sling to  your torso, preventing you from moving it, and you had the sinking suspicion there were probably pins holding the fracture in place. You were certainly in line for a long road to recovery.

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[xlxvesxckx]

Give you what you want. (Jotaro Kujo)

Sy: Maybe you shouldn’t have teased Jotaro...or maybe you should have.

Rating: 18+ (MDNI THIS IS PURE FILTH)

Word count: .6k words

Warns: Dom! Jotaro, Sub! Reader, Dirty Talk, rough sext, unprotected sex (please wrap ya willies kiddos), pet names, degradation, hairpulling, mirror sex.

a/n: I PROMISE I CAN WRITE FOR OTHER CHARACTERS BUT JOTARO JUST HAS HAD ME IN A CHOKE HOLD-

(Also this is a repost from my old blog.)

Heres My Kofi if you wanna support me!

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“I’m going to fucking ruin you..”

Maybe teasing your boyfriend after not seeing him for weeks was not the best option.

You had been busy with college, and with the both of you deciding to pursue your own careers, the time that you spent together was slim to none. 

So the two of you planned a nice little outing between the two of you, going to the beach and enjoying each others company.

But of course you had other plans…

Your boyfriend, Jotaro Kujo, was a walking masterpiece. He looked like if he was sculpted by the damned greek gods themselves.

He was attractive, stoic and cool, a total bad boy when the two of you were in highschool. Surprisingly he found as much as an interest in you that you had in him.

Who wouldn’t want to tease him until he snapped and treated you like the little slut that you truly were.

“Who told you to look away from the fucking mirror?” 

You cried out as Jotaro forced your head back so you could stare into the body length mirror that was in front of you.

His hips had set a brutal pace from the start and he was not letting up. He smirked as he watched your face morph and contort in pleasure.

“Look at how pathetic you fucking look baby..falling apart on my cock so easily..”

If Jotaro knew one thing very well, it was the fact that he knew his words were enough to set your body ablaze. 

Jotaro was normally a quiet male, not much to leave him unless if was necessary. 

But when you got in bed?

It was like a switch flipped and nothing but filth left his mouth.

"Such a good little slut for my cock...a mindless little cock sleeve.."

"Look at you...falling apart like I don't fuck you so good each time.."

"...you'll never be able to fuck someone ever again without thinking of my fat cock...this pussy was made for me..."

Jotaro lets out a soft groan before he pushes your head into the plush mattress, making your hips raise up and your back to go into an unholy arch.

The whole image made Jotaro smirk as he had you wrapped around his finger. He switched his pace from the hard punishing one to something slower yet hard.

“I could watch you get like this forever…I used to think you were an innocent little thing..” 

He would punctuate his words by entangling one of his large hands into your hair and pulled,

“You’re just my mindless little slut? You were begging to be fucked my fat cock but look at you, can’t even get a few words out.”

You whined out at his words, your voice nearly gone as Jotaro had you here for nearly 30 minutes. When he said he was going to punish you for being a little brat down at the beach he meant it.

“F..fuck Jotaro..” You managed to get out only to earn a chuckle from the male as his hips suddenly picked up pace, his grip on your hips tightening enough that you knew for certain that was going to leave a bruise.

“Hmm?...What is it my little slut..? You’re getting close?”

You nodded as you felt tears pricking at your eyes, it would be your 3rd orgasm of the night and Jotaro only seemed to be a fucking tease about it though.

He slowed his pace up only to earn a frustrated whine from you to which he shushed. 

“Ah..ah. Remember you told me to use you as i pleased…or did you forget you fucking brat..”

You yelped as Jotaro flipped you over onto your back, his toned, sweaty body on display for you and a shit eating smirk on his face.

“I’m just giving you what you want…”

He then places your legs up on his shoulders as he realigned himself with your entrance before slamming back in.

“Now shut up and take what I fucking give you slut..”

#jjba x reader #jjba smut #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo smut #jotaro x reader smut #jjba x reader smut #jjba fanfic #jjba jotaro x reader #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x you #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #lxve's writings ^~^

[igotanidea]

Lollipop: Dick Grayson x kid!sister!reader

(part 1 of 4 for the batboys x sister!reader)

This was not supposed to end up like this.

At least at first, cause it was showing signs of impending tragedy.

He was only going to be gone for like 15 minutes with the best intentions of getting his little sister the biggest lollipop available at the fair shop.

And the fact that this beautiful girl was standing there casually, throwing glances his way had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Yes, he was flirty chatty, I mean – can you seriously blame a man with his look and charm? No right? No, of course not.

But, being the responsible older brother, he grabbed his sister and carried her piggyback straight to the shop, while cracking jokes and making the five-year old laugh softly, in the way only little kids can. Literally lighting up his entire world and having a great brother-sister bonding.

„So. Which one of the lollipops would you like Y/N?”

„That one!” she pointed her little fingers to the red and yellow piece of Candy on the display.

„Sure thing, little one, let me handle it for you.”

„Your daughter is so cute…” the girl Dick had an eye on, appeared next to him, flipping her hair flirtatiously, flashing him a bright smile.

Daughter?!

Shit.

Did he look that old that someone might take Y/N for his daughter?!

Was his hair going grey or something?

Did he have wrinkles?

He wasn’t even 30 yet and now he was appearing as a father figure?!

He loved that kiddo, he truly did, but this?

Too much.

„She;s actually my sister” he managed to say even though there was a whirlwind of emotions inside him.

WAS HE OLD NOW?!

„Oh, so cute. And you’re on the babysitter duties I guess?”

„Something like that.”

„Dick!” Y/N squirmed on his shoulders getting impatient and wanting her sweet.

Under any other circumstances in any other company that little word coming out of the word of a five year old would be completely Innocent and harmless, however Y/N had no idea what kind of reaction it may get from a – well- stranger.

“Did you teach her such language?!” the girl frowned in rebuke.

“What?” Dick chuckled nervously “No, no, you don’t understand, this is not a curse, it’s—”

“It sounds like one to me.”

“No!” Dick grinned “It’s actually my name!”

“Your name?” the girl raised an eyebrow “Are you for real right now?”

“Dick!” Y/N cried out again, wriggling so hard she almost fell from his shoulders, but due to some miracle he caught her safely, torn between wanting to smooch her cute little face and hiding her somewhere so she wouldn’t embarrass him even more. “Shh, kiddo. The adults are talking.”

“But I want –”

“I know little one, but if you could just give me five minutes—” Dick held his sister tight to his chest, whispering in his ear but she was not going to take his mysteriousness.

“Hi!” she turned around in her brother’s arms and called upon the girl “you’re pretty.” Her words were only as honest as a kid can be. No filter, no hesitation, no embarrassment and no overthinking.

“Well thank you. I’m Elle.”

“I’m Y/N.” the little girl reached her hand to the older one, squeezing it with the most stern face she could produce still being the cutest human being to walk the earth. “And that’s my brother, Dick. Dick! Come say hi to Elle!”

“That really is your name?”

“It’s Richard actually. But everyone just call me Dick. No subtext, I swear!” he laughed seeing Elle’s sceptic face expression.

“He’s my favorite brother!” Y/N clung to his legs, wrapping those tiny arms around them “yesterday he braided my hair and all the girls in the kindergarten were looking at me with jealousy!”

It was more likely shock, cause “braided” in Dick’s dictionary meant doing so many complex swirls that the complicated hairstyle seemed to stay on the head only by a miracle.

“And he watched all episodes of Dora the explorer with me! He even learned the song, come on Dickie!!” Y/N pulled his trouser leg “come on, sing with me! Jump in! ¡Vámonos! You can lead the way! Hey! Hey!” every exclamation mark was highlighted by the girl's joyful jump.

“Hey! Hey!” Dick grinned getting carried away by the cheerful melody and only after a while realizing that he must be making a fool of himself. “Yeah… um….”

“My brothers love that cartoon too.” Ellie smiled

“Oh, you have brothers?” now that was something the resident flirt could pursue “may it be that they are Y/N’s age?”

“Five and three. Do you think maybe they could hang out?”

“Oh, I absolutely think they could hang out.” Right, because it was all about the younger siblings. “Care to give me your phone number so we can arrange the da--… I mean the acknowledgement?”

Five minutes later Ellie said her goodbye and Dick was left with the very valuable number saved safely in his phone.

“Great job Y/N.” he put his hand up (not too high) so the girl could high (again- not too high) five him.

“Duh!” she scoffed with the face of a girl boss. “But seriously, you should up your game Dick!”

“Up my--? WHAT?! Where did you heard that?!”

“Uncle Wally—”

“Uncle Wally will not get fast enough to run from me now.” Dick hissed

“Hey, Dick?”

“Yeah, Yeah, I know, let’s get you that lollipop first, my little diva. You deserve it.”

He picked her up from the ground and spun joyfully in the air.

Who would have thought that he would actually be the oldest brother to such a tiny precious human, serving perfect role as her guardian angel.

#dick grayson x reader #dick Grayson x batsis #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x oc #nightwing x oc #dick grayson fluff #nightwing fluff #dick grayson x sister reader

[beanibon]

Hi 👋 can i request a smutty wolfwood x fem reader, where after everything him and his s/o finally retire and decide to take care of the orphanage. And seeing his s/o be amazing with the kids makes him go brrrr and think of how great she'll be as a mother and then....breeding kink? 🤣

GIVE THIS MAN ALL THE CHILDREN, WE ALL KNOW HE'LL BE THE BEST DAD IN THE WORLD!

TW: smut, breeding kink, mentioned oral (f!receiving), marking, doggy style (good breeding position tbh), overstimulation.

It had been several years now, peace finally entering Nicholas's life. Even if it did still feel odd.

But with all that said and done, alongside side the only woman he'd ever truly love, Nicholas took over the Hope Land's Orphanage. Protecting the children, and making sure none of them would ever go through what he had.

Another thing Wolfwood tried to do was quit smoking, but that proved a lot harder then he thought. Which was why he was currently hiding, a freshly lit cigarette between his dry lips, that bitter taste inhaled into his lungs.

He knew you'd kill him the moment he was caught, reprimanding him after he swore he'd stop. Yet maybe that's why he denied fully quitting, your face scrunched up in anger was always so adorable, how could he possibly get enough.

"Mieko that's a beautiful drawing, we'll hang it up on the wall later on." Nicholas peeked around the corner, dark eyes observing the way you kneeled low, admiring one of the children's drawings.

A familiar ache throbbed in his pants, causing Nicholas to grunt in discomfort, yet that saccharine voice dragged him back. Hearing the way you spoke to the children made Nicholas happy beyond a doubt, the way you took to each and every one. Not to mention how the children instantly grew fond of you, clinging to your clothes, begging for attention and constant affection. Hell it made him jealous even.

Yet there was one thing that drove Nicholas absolutely wild, which was the image of you pregnant with his own child.

That very thought had shivers running up and down his spine, another drag of his cigarette in attempts to calm the blood flow to lower regions. Perhaps it was something worth mentioning later when the children were all tucked into bed? It definitely wouldn't hurt.

"What did I tell you about smoking, mister!" Wolfwood straightened, head spun to look at your angry, displeased face.

The children surrounding you were giggling, faux looks of shock through some of them. The sight of children clinging to you had Wolfwood's mind wander, until you leapt forward to snatch the embering cigarette.

"What's the harm in one, sweetheart? Can't let me treat myself?" Nicholas cooed, easily moving the cigarette out of reach as you collided against him.

"You said you'd quit, and that I'm allowed to pester you when you caved!" Another poor attempt of thwarting his addiction.

"Did I say that? Shit I don't remember."

"No swearing in front of the kids!" You scolded, hands placed firmly on your hips. A chorus of voices agreeing, playful and teasing.

"Nico said a bad word!"

"Mister Nichowas stop teasing Mrs Y/N!"

"Geez Kiddos, you aren't gonna stick up for me? I'm the one being denied here, don't wanna stick up for lil old me?" Nicholas teased, earning a charge of children tackling him, allowing you to pluck the cigarette from his fingers.

"I think that answers your question, seems that's another win for me." Stamping out the cigarette, you shooed the children away, helping your disgruntled husband off the ground. Gentle hands dusting off the sand sticking to his clothes, fixing his collar.

"Can we have kids?" He blurted out, eyes trailing down to your stomach.

"We have many kids." You responded patiently, oblivious to what he was suggesting.

"Angel," Nicholas brought your face to his, placing a sweet kiss to those beautiful lips of yours. "I'm meaning our own kids."

Your face flushed red, eyes wide as you considered his proposal. You weren't against the idea, just confused as you thought Nicholas was content with all the children running about the orphanage. Never before considering he'd want his own children.

"Why don't we discuss this further when all the children are in bed, okay?"

The bed creaked dangerously, the sound echoing off the walls had you shushing Nicholas frantically, worried the kids would awaken. Only Wolfwood didn't care, pace quickening.

"Nicholas! The childr-"

"Please Angel, just shaddup for a sec," Nicholas cooed, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pounded into you roughly. "Gonna impregnate you real good, sweetheart."

Your cunt was already dripping with previous loads of his cum, face pressed into the pillow to muffle your pleas, moans and whimpers. Teeth marks covered the back of your neck, entire back and legs even from when Nicholas was eating you out.

Rough hands squeezed your waist, pulling it back as he thrust his hips forward, the plush of your ass somewhat cushioning his harsh hips slamming into you. Nicholas grunted, breathing irregularly as he faltered yet again.

"Ready for another load of my cum? Gonna make some mini mes?" Those fangs nibbled against your ear, earning some angelic noises from your lips.

Those sweet noises were the cherry on top, hot cum filling you up until you were swollen to the brink. Tongue hanging out as you cried at your final release, stars filling your teary vision.

Chaste kisses were placed along your spine, calloused hands massaging you with more gentleness then their previous rough nature. Nicholas laid you on you side, legs pressed together in attempts to keep his seed inside you, arms wrapping around you.

"You did well, Angel," He praised sweetly, a hand placed upon your stomach. "You look beautiful."

Nicholas couldn't stop imagining you fat with his child, the very idea had him hard yet again. Only this time your tired form smacked his arm, groaning at the idea of being fucked ruthless again.

"Put it away, I'm not dealing with it anymore." You grumbled, Nicholas chuckling at your irritated voice.

"Sorry Y/N, can't help it when you get me so excited." Another smack, this time to his face had him barking in laughter, arms squeezing you close as you whined. "Don't worry, I'm too tired anyways. Think I went overboard..."

"No shit, five rounds without a break in exhausting, if I'm not pregnant then there's something wrong with your cock." You teased, turning to nuzzle into his chest.

Nicholas smiled, holding you close as he pressed a final kiss to the crown of your head, eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep.

"I love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Nico."

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[slamminslamminmcgill]

i really do need more of joel experiencing boypussy, ily for being the whore that you are and expressing it in horny fic form. truly you are a poet of our generation and i thank you 😌

YIPPEE WAHOO YAY TYSM!!!!!! and I need more joel experiencing boypussy so im happy to provide :3

warning: humiliation/degradation, slurs, daddy kink, fauxcest

anatomical terms: cunt/snatch, (t-)dick

he’s bisexual because i said so and i think bc of that he doesn’t need a lot of explanation. he’s probably seen girldick in porn once or twice so he’s at least somewhat familiar w/ trans people. at MOST he’ll be curious and maybe like. a little out of touch

“so… you’re a tranny?”

“well… yeah, but… that word’s kinda like saying faggot. it’s a slur.”

“got it. my bad.”

he’s fascinated by t-dicks. def uses it to torment you.

“go ahead and jerk that tiny li’l dick you got there for me, boy. let’s take a look at you.”

being the southern gentleman he is, i imagine he’d wanna be gentle with women. with dudes he has less restraint. expect to be manhandled.

sometimes he’ll bark an order at you because he likes watching you obey, but most of the time if he wants you to move, he’s grabbing you.

which is very hot when he’s mixing your guts in missionary and he suddenly pulls out, flips you over, shoves your face into the mattress, and starts drilling you doggy style 😵‍💫

he doesn’t talk much or make a lot of noise during sex. he bites your neck/shoulders/nipples to keep himself quiet.

but if he DOES feel like talking???? oh my GOD it’s NASTY!!!!!!!

DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK. i feel like he’d be more into it with dudes tbh??? calling you “boy”, “son”, “kid/kiddo”, “little guy”, “little man”, etc

that’s if you’re being nice. if you’re being a brat, “whore” is his name of choice for you. followed by “slut”, “bitch”, “queer”, “fag”, “pussyboy/cuntboy” and various other nefarious terms. and “tranny” now that he knows what that means >:3

if given the opportunity, he’ll always cum inside whichever hole he’s using. MASSIVE breeding kink, which can turn borderline incest-y in combination with his daddy kink. but it’s not real so who give a shit!!!

“good boy… such a-ngh… such a tight li’l cunt… your daddy’s gonna… your daddy’s gonna knock you up, boy… shoot a biiig fuckin’ load into ya… put a baby brother in this li’l fuckin’ snatch…”

joel miller is the patron saint of post-sex cuddles btw. he’ll check to make sure you’re okay, hold you up against his chest, and then he’s out like a light 😌

#anon #ask #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #joel miller headcanon #tlou #tlou x reader #tlou smut #the last of us x reader #the last of us smut #the last of us

[dearest-painter]

Who am I truly?

Summary: Y/N is a divorced parent with a beautiful baby girl name zoey. They do everything for them but their job…it’s odd. Their Spider-Man but also a famous criminal known as Deadshot yet Y/N and Zoey meet more spider people other then Peter B and spider noir they question if any of these spider people are who they say they are after they seem so obsessed with them.

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is Deadshot,Reader is sleep deprived,Reader checks up on their daughter every so often or when their anxious to see if she’s okay,very out of character characters,this is a series,Reader always has a gun on them,Reader is unwillingly in the spider society and has destroyed their watch an amount of 10 times,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

Sighing as you leaned against the wall until you saw a screaming Miles run in your direction so you grabbed him. “What the fuck kid!?” “Y/N! OH THANK GOD YOUR HERE!” “Holy shit kid, the hell happened to you!?” Miles pointed to Miguel who was chasing him so you put Miles behind you and got ready to shoot this fucker between his eyes with your gun. Miguel stopped but soon Peter B, Gwen, and Hobie joined with y’all.

“Y/N, give me Miles” “Fuck no” Miguel’s mask came off and he got in your face but you took your gun out and pointed between his eyes. “Personal space fucker, we both know this is loaded” Miguel took a few steps back but you hun never left you hand. “Miles you okay?” “Mhm, thanks Y/N” “Of course kiddo, don’t worry I’ll get you home soon” Miles smiled at you and hugged your back so you just patted his hands while glaring at Miguel. “Why is Miles here? He should be with his family” “He’s an anomaly that needs to be taken care of!” “Let the kid be damn it! He’s only like 15-16 at best!”

Miguel groaned, your stubborn but he likes that about you just not right now. He wishes you just agreed with him but your in that anomaly’s side! “Look, that kid shouldn’t be spider-man and you know it” “Same thing with me, does that make me an anomaly?” “No I meant the spider that bit him wasn’t from his universe and he was a mistake” “EXCUSE YOU! YOU DO NOT CALL A FUCKING TEENAGER WHOSE JUST TRYING TO GET BY IN LIFE A FUCKING MISTAKE! MILES IS STRONGER THEN YOU’LL EVER BE! Multiverse in danger or not I’m not letting you hurt Miles, I’ll die before I let that happen”

You scoffed while taking Miles away. Miles smiled that you haven’t change and stuck by his side. “Don’t worry kid, you’ll see your family again, I’ll make sure of it” “Thanks Y/N, thank you for sticking up for me” “Of course plus it’s the least I can do after not visiting you like I promised” Miles and you chuckled. Maybe things won’t be so bad with you two acting like a family again…

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #romantic yandere #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #gn reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #yandere spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderverse #Who am I truly series

[neteyamsyawntu]

And So She Danced With Death Chapter 2

Dark!Neteyam x Na'vi!Reader fic

👉Chapter 1

👉Chapter 3

Disclaimer!: All canon characters in ATWOW that appear in ASSDWD are all aged up by 5 years.

Synopsis: You try to make sense of this ‘new Neteyam’. Where did he get all of this hatred from? Could he really have been so easily swayed to change sides or was there something deeper? All you know if you have to get him to realize his true self, so you set out on a solo mission to bring him back yourself. 

WARNINGS: angst, SOO much angst, mentions of death, near death experience, choking, evil! Neteyam, dom!Neteyam, soft!Neteyam, fluff, suggestive language, shit gets horny toward the end (not really fluff and not really smut), mentions of being tazed

Thousands of thoughts raced through your mind as you silently road with Jake on his ikran, eyes void of emotion, disassociating from the reality you now lived. You began to break down major notes in your head.

Fact 1. Neteyam was alive

Fact 2. Neteyam and the enemy were now twin flames. One in the same

But it was the 3rd note…the final fact that truly made your skin boil. 

Fact 3. Neteyam was conscious of his actions. 

He was prepared to take your life in an instant, fueled by such a deep rooted anger you didn’t know he had. Was this the RDA toying with his mind? Or was it a final nail in the coffin that finally released a suppressed monster he had been secretly harboring. But how could that be? You were his mate, you knew him in and out. Memories of forming tsaheylu with Neteyam whenever he was too stressed or felt overly burdened pushed their way to the foreground of your mind. Neteyam was always his biggest critic when it came to performing his duties, desperately fighting to escape the shadow of Toruk Makto, “It is too much Y/N, what am I not doing right?” He’d sigh, hiding his face in the crevice of your neck, holding your body close to him. You’d simply pepper the top of his head and face with soft kisses and rub small circles on his back, “you are perfect ma’yawne…come, let me help you”. You’d help take the pain away, supported him in every way you could, what reason would he have to resent you or any of his family for that matter? “They did what none of you could. They saved me” the words were burned into your psyche. Your heart pinched as your bottom lip slightly began to quiver. You quickly pushed the thought away to the best of your ability, you were done crying. Jake felt you shift slightly in his grasp, and sighed feeling helpless to find any words of comfort that would truly serve their purpose.

You continued to fly silently until a glimpse of torch lights bordered the edge of the shoreline, a hide-away masked by the large tropical trees. “We’re here kiddo” Jake spoke softly, giving your knee two light taps before descending to land on the ground. Jake jumped off the ikran first, helping you down afterward. Like clockwork the rest of the Sullys found the two of you and eagerly approached, thankful for your safe arrival. Tuk excitedly hugged your waist “Y/N! You’re okay!” She beamed. Her bright innocence always seemed to put a smile on your face. You smoothed your hand across her head bending  down to place a peck ok her forehead, causing her to giggle before turning her attention to her father, who was now separating from his own embrace with his mate. Neytiri switched places with Tuk, “if you ever do anything like that again I shall skin you myself”

She half joked-half threatened before wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace. After a moment you feel Neytiri give a sharp inhale, before abruptly pulling away, hands placed firmly on your shoulders “My child why do you smell like that?” She whispered, eyes wide as she studied your features, eyes falling to your deeply bruised neck. Your eyes falling to your feet in response, Neytiri’s quickly moving to meet eyes with Jake quizzically. Of course you would smell like Neteyam. It wasn’t uncommon for mates to rub their scents off on each other, even after his death his scent still lingered on your body. It was your one comfort. However this was different, more intense, more present and Neytiri knew this.  Jake quickly cleared his throat “dismissed, get to bed now” he gestured to his kids attempting to shoo them off. Tuk sulked yet took Kiri’s hand acknowledging the exhaustion the day had brought and walked off. Lo’ak of course was the one exception. Since the passing of his brother, Lo’ak had matured in many ways, responding to orders with more urgency, but at times his resilience was as strong as ever. “Wait- dad what happened out there?” , “Lo’ak please just go with your siblings” you pleaded with him weakly, voice hoarse from crying and the remnant pain of nearly being strangled to death.  Lo’ak’s brows knit together, but his eyes showed understanding as he nodded and made his way back to their make-shift camp. 

With the younger Sullys out of ear reach, Jake sighed taking Neytiri’s hand in his own. “What is it ma’Jake? Out with it” she snapped at him eyeing you once more as a light breeze wafted the familiar scent in her directions. “Ok ok… what I’m about to tell you is not easy, but I need you to trust me alright?”. With a heavy breath Jake began to explain the events of their fight. From a distance the three Sully kids watched hidden, confused as their mother collapsed into Jake’s arms, aggressive sobs ripping from her chest. You couldn’t help, but let a few tears fall yourself, watching your mother-in-law so distraught. You fell to your own knees hugging Neytiri from the side. She pulled away from you with haste, scanning your neck as the smell hit her senses once more, “he… he did this?” She croaked. You bit your lip in response desperate to stop the faucet behind your eyes as you simply nodded. Neytiri let out a final pained sob as she forced herself up, pacing back and forth before finally stopping, “No” she stated abruptly “whatever this is, this DEMON is not my son, he cannot be”. “Neytiri please” Jake pleaded trying to reason with his wife, “Mother I know it sounds impossible-“ you started only to get immediately interrupted “it is impossible, my son is dead!” She croaked. With a sharp breath you grabbed Neytiri by the shoulders spinning her toward you, “I saw him, with my own eyes” you huffed grabbing her hand and placing it against collarbone at the base of your neck, “I felt him, I felt his pulse. This smell is Neteyam, you know it is!” Neytiri squirmed away slightly, still in disbelief. “He lives, mother. Through whatever odd magic or tools the sky people possess, Eywa has granted him a second chance!” You preached, eager for your words to reach Neytiri’s ears. “You believe that this thing, my son, YOUR mate, did this to you?” she hissed, frantically gesturing to your bruised neck. You looked away shortly still trying to wrap the idea around your own brain. He was changed yes, but there was no denying at this point that your mate had risen from the dead. Jake stepped between the two of you, moving to a somewhat protective stance in front of you, “Look, I know this is confusing. Nothing about this situation smells right, but our son is back… he’s just been corrupted” he huffs trying to breath sense into his mate, “I don’t know about you, but if there is any chance in getting our son back, I will not hesitate to take it”. Neytiri broke the gaze she held with her husband and backed away, mind racing incredibly. “Do not tell the children” she ordered, “not until we know more about this demon” she gave you an endearing look before retreating from the conversation and back to their ‘hut’. 

Jake turned to you, placing a light hand behind your back to your shoulder farthest from him, “come on let’s go get some rest” he suggested, leading you same in the direction Neytiri went.

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Your eyelids twitched as warm bright light broke through the trees, landing directly on your face. Slowly opening your eyes you shielded your face with your arm, letting out a tired groan. Slowly rubbing your eyes you used your other hand to push yourself into a sitting position. Pausing you noticed your fingers brush against something smooth. Puzzled you looked over to your side only to be snapped out of your tired state with the site of your mate sleeping peacefully next to you. His chest unscarred, slowly rising and falling with his gentle breathing. You shifted your weight to get a closer look at him, your breath caught in your throat, unable to make a sound. Quickly you glance around the make-shift leaf hut looking for the rest of the Sullys, only to find that you were back at home tree. The same hut you lived in before the sky people returned and the Omaticaya were forced to flee to high-camp. You blinked bringing your attention back to the unconscious Neteyam, you hesitantly reached out, lightly tracing his  features with your fingers. You first dragged the digits across the tight muscles along his arm. Than to his strong jaw. Across his cheek. Then finally down to his lips, your index slightly tugging the soft muscle down to create a part in his lips. Immersed in your own thoughts, you fail to notice how Neteyam’s eyes slowly flutter open at the innocent intrusion until his lips curl into a soft smile, taking you aback. “Hi” he hums gently taking your hand, that still rested on his face and placing it against his cheek. “Hi…” you whisper, barely able to manage the word. Neteyam continues to smile up at you, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb, leaning ever so slightly into your touch, never breaking eye contact. You sniffle as you feel your eyes start to water once again. Not only a couple hours ago, this same man had you within inches of your life, yet now… you couldn’t quite place it, and it only worked to further frustrate you more. As the tears streamed down your face, Neteyam’s brow pinched as he swiftly, yet carefully sat up, taking your face into his strong hands “What is it yawne? What troubles you?” He asked, trying to keep his composure, but clearly failing at the sight of your stricken state. You merely shake your head. This was too good to be true and as you attempt to catch your breath, you place your hand over the nonexistent scar on his chest that would’ve displayed the fatal entry point of the bullet. Finally meeting his gaze again you take in shaky breath, “I am just glad the great mother has given you to me” you whimper, choking back further tears. Neteyam sighed studying your facial features before he shifts to pull you onto his lap, a leg on either side of his hips causing you to straddle him earning a surprised gasp on your end. 

Softly petting the dips of your hips with his thumbs, he placed his forehead against your with a heavy sigh, “hush now yawne, I am here”, “shh shh shh, please no more tears” he coos, his hands smooth over your hips down to your legs, then up your spine. You slowly gain control of your breathing, tears starting to finally dry as you begin to lean into his touches. Neteyam slowly pulls away, lifting your chin with his forefinger to meet his gaze, “I need you to do me a favor ma’muntxa” he starts, searching your features as you slowly nod. “Words, Y/N” he smiles, your name dripping off his tongue like a song. “Yes ma’Teyam?” You ask, hanging off of his every word. “I need you to wake up for me yanwtu” he requests, his smile never fading. Of course this was a dream. Your currently reality was too cruel to be this sweet. To be this perfect… “please…just- let me stay here a little longer with you Nete..” you beg softly, nuzzling into his touch. “I wish you could, love… but I need you” he takes your face into his hands once more staring longingly into your eyes, “I need you to save me Y/N” he softly purrs, swiping your cheek with his thumb as a final tear rolls from your eye. 

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With a gasp you sit up, hand lightly placed over your pounding heart. “Y/N?” You hear the call, snapping your head in the direction of the voice. It was Kiri, the only one left in the make-shift hut. You sigh catching your breath, “I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you”. Kiri cocked her head at you quizzically, “wake me? Sister it is already noon” she infers. Your ears perk at this, “what??” eagerly getting to your feet you making your way past Kiri and out of the hut, “mom and dad thought it best to let you sleep- ok you’re gone now” she huffed with a roll of her eyes, turning back to the weaving she had been occupying herself with. 

With long strides, your feet carry you to the sound of frantic voices. After a bit of tailing, you find the adults of the clan centered around a fire pit including Jake and Neytiri as Tonowari explained their possible plans for retaliation against the sky people, Ronal sat next to him, her inquisitive eyes studying each of the na’vi in front of her. You soon could peace together the specific members of this meeting were warriors, the clans remaining strongest soldiers. They were devising a plan to hit back against the sky people. You tried to make sense of all the commotion as you inched forward. Before you could get too close to the chaos a hand grabbed onto your wrist tightly forcing you to look behind you to who the limb belonged to. It was Lo’ak, behind him were Tsireya, and Tuk looking anxiously, “Y/N I know what happened last night” his words took you aback. Lo’ak continued to spew information that sounded like nonsense in your exhausted state, shaking your head to clear your racing mind, “Lo’ak-Lo’ak” you call to him, placing your hands on his shoulders to bring him to your level of calm, “What are you talking about?” . Lo’ak groaned pulling you away from the group of warriors, more precisely their parents, “Look, I know Neteyam is alive. The RDA has a camp set up bout 4 klicks north of here- we saw him Y/N!”. Your eyes widened pulling Lo’ak further away from the group behind you, to a secluded bunch of trees, “What do you mean you saw him? Lo’ak please tell me you didn’t  you didn’t do what I think you did” you asked sternly, eyes narrowing on him now. “It’s true Y/N! It’s really Neteyam!” Tuk cheered in a whisper. Your heart clenched watching her fill with excitement, you then turned to glare at her brother who defensively put his hand up, “C’mon you know how she is! If I left her she would talk” Lo’ak stated, eagerly trying to defend himself, “if she is so hellbent on following you, then you stay out of danger! Not lead her straight to it” you scold him before kneeling down gesturing for Tuk to come closer, taking her small hands in yours, “Tuk I know he looks like your brother, but he is changed” Tuk only gave a confused look at this, “he is not himself right now Tuk, we will try to get him back… we just don’t know how” you admitted, watching as her head tilted side to side thinking for a solution, “what if we just bring him back ourselves? I’m sure he misses us” you offer Tuk a weak smile at her response, but softly shake your head, “Tuk he is too dangerous right now” you sigh, raising a hand to rest atop her delicate head, “Please promise me you will not try to see him again” you pleaded both to her and Lo’ak. The two Sully siblings glanced at each other before nodding to you, “ok…” Tuk sighed in defeat. “Lo’ak?” You looked to him waiting for an answer, “yes ma’am” he said, meeting your gaze before looking off to the side. You then turn to look at Tsireya, “please make sure they heed this warning” you say, knowing that you are most likely instructing her with an impossible task. But for their safety, she would try. 

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As nightfall came you knew what you had to do. Refusing to sit around and wait for the leaders of the clan to make their move, you were preparing your own. If the dream you had was any clear indication, it had to be you who saved your mate. No one else. Waiting for your family to drift asleep you slowly made your way outside the hut, equipped with a crossbow and your hunting knife sheathed across your chest. You made your way into the night, along the lush foliage of the forest, feeling right at home with your surroundings. You headed in the direction Lo’ak had mentioned earlier, deciding to travel through the trees as a more efficient way of travel. The way your body naturally adapted to the environment made you long for the days when you would race Neteyam through the tree tops. 

The thrill of the adrenaline was always a good distraction for him from his daily duties of preparing to take on the role of Olo’eyktan some day. Neteyam and you had always been close, often being put in the same training groups due to your closeness in age, even being within his group upon iknimaya, performing the tasks alongside each other. You celebrated together, shared everything together. He somehow always managed to be an open book around you. Sharing all of his insecurities. It was just so easy with you. You were mighty, yet so patient. Years later when Neteyam broke the news to you that his family was leaving the Omaticaya, you finally shared your true feelings, begging to go with him. Yet he refused, knowing the danger it would put you in. “I promise I will come back for you when all of this is over” he hummed leaning his forehead against yours, as you cradled his face in your hands. But months went by and you grew restless, the thought of him moving on was too much to bear. And on a similar night to this, you mounted your ikran and flew off without a destination. Memories of reuniting with Neteyam, your first kiss, finally mating soon after, feeling the longing of being away from him for so long flooded your mind, almost making you slip from a branch as you jumped across trees. You crouched down on the branch taking your head in your hands. Thinking of Neteyam like this, this  new Neteyam, it made your insides twist. This wasn’t him. You HAD to get him back. Before you knew it you could see the fluorescence of manufactured lights through the trees, you’d made it to the RDA camp. The camp itself wasn’t very big, most of its occupants being soldiers and recoms. Perhaps a small handful of scientists, but only enough necessary for survival. There were several large tents set up, and with such a small perimeter it would be easy to find where Neteyam was, however it made it all the more easier to be spotted. Less places to hide. You made your way swiftly across the trees toward the back of the tents, dropping from the protection from the trees and into the deep foliage. Immediately surveying the closest soldier standing guard, you waiting for his back to turn before yanking him into the bushes, putting him into a headlock until his breathing slowed and stopped. 

The wire fence to get into the compound was tall, which had you gritting your teeth as you pondered your next move. You turned your attention to one of the large fluorescent lights placed toward the front corner of the base. Raising your cross bow up, you aimed for the thickest cord protruding from the base of the light before firing. Sparks flew from the light before it died, rendering almost half the camp in darkness. As sky people began to make their way over to investigate, you took the opportunity to move carefully through the foliage and further behind the camp. The fence was most likely electric, you had to find a way to get in. As your mind determined climbing up the nearest tree was your best option, two large hands captured you, one over your mouth and the other holding your wrists behind your back. “You think I wouldn’t smell you mate?” You heard the familiar growl. Shit. You struggled against Neteyam’s grasp as he pulled you deeper into the forest behind you. With a quick swing you found your front pressed roughly into the trunk of a tree, your tail thrashing wildly behind you begging to be free. You growled under your breath as your tail betrayed your confident resolve. Removing his hand from your mouth Neteyam grasped your raging tail tightly halting its movements, the pain coaxing a strained groan from you. 

“Hmm I have missed hearing your little noises” he chuckled darkly against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers up your spine, your ears to lay flat against your head at the feeling. “Fuck you” you seethed which only earned another rough tug at your tail, “you would like that wouldn’t you?” . You rolled your eyes fighting against his grip, until your body stiffened feeling Neteyam’s head dip into the crook of your neck, taking a long inhale full of your scent holding it in his nostrils before releasing with an unsteady exhale. “I’ve been smelling you all over me since our… encounter yesterday” he mused, the sound deep in his throat resembling a distant purr “no matter how many times I have tried to wash it off today… still it persists” Neteyam’s grip on your wrists tightening, making you yelp slightly in response. “It pisses me off” he snarls into your neck, pressing his body against your backside. “Neteyam this isn’t you” you assert in attempts to get enough to him, trying to find his gaze from over your shoulder, which proved to be more of a task, with his own head locked against your neck. “Oh you think so do you?” His voice dropped, as anger began to trickle into the forefront, his eyes finally finding yours with a dark and heavy glare, “you think you know me so well mate?” Neteyam growled, emphasizing a sarcastic tone around the word ‘mate’. “I know so, this is not the Neteyam I grew up with, not the one I grew to love” you hiss back at him, “And what if you never truly knew me? Hm? What if the you only fell for the idea of me?” Neteyam’s nose scrunched at the thought, “the perfect warrior, son of Toruk Makto, the future Olo’eyktan. Are you sure those weren’t what really attracted you to me?”. Your chest tightened at his assumption, hurt playing clear in your face, “Ma’Teyam…how can you say that?” You scoffed defiantly. “Isn’t that the most obvious explanation? You are so cruel Y/N” Neteyam groaned in annoyance blinking rapidly. Pressing his body more firmly against yours, his hips thrusting against your lower back as Neteyam  wines your tail once tightly around his forearm before letting his hand smooth over the skin your thigh, adding light pressure as his nails drag across the surface. “You have used me for your own sick game, and now I’m trapped… longing to be close to you.” His hand slowly drifted to your center, fingers running along the hem of your loincloth “In you..” he breathed into your ear nearly a whisper, running his nose along your jawline. Your breath is caught in your throat at his bluntness as his fingers push past the hem of your undergarment and begin to decent downward. Panic filled your head as his hand lowered. This was bad, you couldn’t let yourself get distracted, not like this. He still wasn’t your Teyam. As much as your body craved his touch you had to act fast. Your job was not done. Just as his hand is about to cup your most intimate parts, you reel your head back making contact with his skull.

Taken aback, Neteyam releases you stumbling, groaning in agony as he grips the bridge of his nose staring daggers into your form. Readying yourself for battle, you draw your hunters knife, holding it in front of you in a defensive stance. Neteyam shook his head wiping the blood pooling from his nostril with the back of his arm, “Too bad, would have been nice to put you in your place” he growled, tail flicking behind him sharply. You hiss in response lunging at Neteyam, moving to send swipe of your blade toward him, which he dodged effortlessly. As you stabilize yourself, Neteyam goes in to send a punch square in your face, but you are too quick ducking under his movement before swiftly knocking into his gut with the hilt of your knife, knocking the air out of him. Taking advantage of his fatigued state you knock his legs out from around him, sending him to the ground. You hastily climb ontop of him, pinning him to the ground with your knee against the back of his neck, forcing his face into ground, and grasping the base his kuru to ensure he wouldn’t make any moves. “Fuck.. you” he groaned against the dirt. You let out a breathy chuckle “you would like that wouldn’t you?”. Before you could prepare your next move, a sudden sharp shock hit your back, causing you to fall to the ground, your body spasming uncontrollably. “We got her! Bring her inside!” a disembodied voice behind you calls. You see Neteyam next to you chuckle as he lifts himself off the ground, taking out orange hand bindings from a pouch on his waist, slapping it on your wrists. “Nice try Y/N”. 

I apologize for this chapter being so long, but I hope you enjoyed it!

also seperate note, this chapter was hella fueld by the song, Blue by Kali Uchis the vibes just be vibing

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[cevansbaby-dove]

Chris surprises his family.

Chris's pov.

I wake up and turn to see Becca sound asleep. I smile and place a kiss to her cheek and get out of bed and put on joggers and look at dodger.

dodger follows me down the stairs and into the kitchen where I turn the lights on low so I can at least see where everything is.

I walk around then stub my toe on the counter. "shit!" I said "oh man that's going to swell"

I walk to the pots and pans and grab my pancake recipe and start getting that made.

I get dodger food and water and look at the recipe. "ok three cups of milk" I grab the milk and say. "Oh I forgot about the gifts!"

I walk into the living room and grab the four bags and set them out on the counter. "okay pancakes now"

I put on some music as I cook up breakfast I start the coffee because I know becks will want a cup before she even says anything to me.

I grab her this cup that Ivy got for her a few years ago for mother's day.

I grab the soy milk and pour it into the cup and I hear Soft footsteps. I look up to see Ivy in her princess PJs. "Good morning Princess" She rubs her eyes as she walks to me. "Morning"

I lift her onto the stool and kiss her head. "Did you sleep well?" She nods. "es" I walk back to the stove and say. "was mommy up too or just you?" I turn and look at Ivy. "mommy sleep" I smile. "Okay"

I set the things of pancakes in front of ivy and she gets these big eyes. "Food!" I laugh. "yes but wait for matty and mommy to join us"

Ivy nods. "ok" I hear More footsteps. I see Becks with Ava in her arms. "Morning babe I got your coffee here" I pick it up and hold it out. She is wearing this outfit.

"hmm" She takes a sip then says. "Thanks love" She kisses me and I smile. "I made breakfast" She looks at ivy and says. "Did she help?" I laugh. "No maybe next time but it was just me here so I couldn't keep a close eye on her if she was near the hot stove"

becks sits at the counter. "true." She kisses Ivy's cheek and then says. "What with the bags?"

"Gifts for you and the kiddos" She raises an eyebrow. "Chris come on we don't need gifts" I smile. "Ah come on dove i'm just being nice for my little family"

She smiles. "it's okay Chris we will still love them" I grab some plates and set them out, Matty yawns as he climbs onto the stool next to becks. "morning Matty" becks said.

I smile. "Matty isn't fully here" Matty nods. "I want sleep" Ivy says. "Can we open ift!! pweese mommy!"

Becks giggles. "let's eat these great pancakes then we'll see ok?" Ivy crosses her arms pouting. "ivy listen to your mother" I sit down by Matty and he says. "Can I go back to bed?" Ivy says. "Gifts!"

Becks whispers something to ivy. Matty says. "bed!?" I sigh. "Ok, Matty you will go to bed tonight, ivy behave or you'll get put into timeout"

Ivy says. "I want gift!"

i walk around becks's stool and pick up ivy and she starts screaming. "No no timeout!" I set her on the couch. "Will you stop with your mood?"

She pouts telling me no so I stand up and say. "You will stay here until you will be in a better mood" becks says. "Chris!" I look at her. "She needs to calm down dove"

Ava starts crying and I say. "Great surprise Evans" Becks walks around getting ava to sleep and Matty says. "these pancakes are good!" Ivy says. "Daddy me sorry"

I turn and say. "that was fast young lady, are you truly sorry?" She nods blinking tears from her eyes.

I say. "Okay you may go back to the table" She jumps up and hugs my leg. 'thank you daddy" I look at becks and she sends me a smile.

We all go back to our breakfast and I wash the dishes and then say. 'Okay gifts now?" Ivy claps. "Yay!" Becks nods. "okay"

becks says. "ivy you open your first" Matty says. "I want to!" I say. "Ah Matthew let ivy go then you will ok?" he nods "Yes sir"

Ivy pulls her gift out of the box.

"yay!! I can make daddy pretty now!" She said with a big grin. "haha yes but daddy is already very pretty right princess?" I hear becks say. "he be ever better!" I laugh. "oh no no mommy and ava should have that on them not me"

Matty says. "Me daddy?" I nod "Yes Matty" He opens the box and finds this

"yess!! Thank you daddy!" I smile. "I thought you might like that set" becks smirks. "Classic Evans with Marvel stuff" I chuckle. "I love it babe"

"okay now mommy opens her gift" ivy and Matty look at becks and she picks up the small box. "hmm I wonder what it is" the kids giggle and Becks opens it.

"Chris..." She looks at me. "this couldn't have been cheap!" I smile. "your worth every bit of money for this" She shows the kids and they say. "Wow pretty!"

I hold my hand out for it and say. 'Shall I put it on?" She smiles with a slight nod. "Yes please"

I take it and stand behind her and she picks up her brown hair and I clasp the necklace on and she touches it. "I love it"

She turns and I learn down. 'I love you" She kisses me and we hear the kids. "Yuck!" I pull away with a grin. "I love you too" She said with a smile.

After breakfast we all just lounge on the couch watching Disney movies.

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[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box— Quinn Hughes Edition (Part Fifteen)

SERIES MASTERLIST

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i high key hate this one but i might be overthinking it

FRIDAY, MARCH 31ST

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yourusername welcome to my postgames penalty box update show: quinny edition! my favorite hughes and yours (not sorry jack) (a little sorry lukey moosey) is now at five games since his last penalty!

during quinn’s 30:16 minutes of ice time (don’t worry, we’re napping next time i see him) he got one assist on petey’s goal and kicked some serious butt tonight in my opinion!! all without a penalty! he did, however, draw a penalty against the flames’ andrew mangiapane because he was TRIPPED!! rip quinny in that second :( but he was resurrected to continue with his over 30 minute night! (pretty sure he died again after)

before i go, i want to call attention to the fact that tonight was the canucks’ yearly pride night! their jerseys were beautiful and each patch was extremely thought out, and i loved the addition of the butterflies for mental health! quinn’s words about the night were something that truly lit a flame in the hearts of the lgbtq+ community, and that’s something that won’t be forgotten.

i love you with everything i have, quinn💙

p.s. congrats to aidan mcdonough on his first nhl career goal!! your smile is contagious, kid! never stop!

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Thunder In Our Hearts (Part 9)

Summary: The reader and Ben get a quiet moment to talk about what Ben wants out of life going forward and things change significantly for the couple. But even with a good life, they can’t seem to leave the past in the past...

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Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x reader

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language, nudity, violence, drug/abuse/sexual assault/torture mentions

A/N: Spoilers for Season 3 of The Boys! Oh man this part…

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“Good morning,” you yawned, stretching out, walking on your tiptoes into the kitchen. Ben smirked as he slid your cup of coffee across the counter. “What?”

“If you walk around in my clothes, you realize you’re just going to make me want to screw you, right? Even I have a limit on how much I can fuck.”

“Maybe I just like the way it feels,” you teased. You took a sip of coffee, Ben smiling as he rested his hands on your hips. “I had fun last night.”

“Me too. I’ve never had sex like that.” He cocked his head, lips tugged upwards. “Caring about someone else’s pleasure over my own.”

“You’re a giver,” you said, lightly tickling his ribs, Ben squirming. “You truly are alright when you let those walls down, old man.”

“Just alright?” he grinned.

“There’s my cocky bastard,” you laughed, patting his cheek. He closed his eyes, nuzzling into the touch. “You doing okay? I know last night was intense. We didn’t get a chance to talk about how you're doing.”

Ben forced his eyes open, green orbs filling with unshed tears. He blinked, wetness spilling down one cheek. You wiped under his heavy eyes, Ben wearing a tired smile. He shook his head, lowering his chin.

“You could have died last night,” he whispered. A thick swallow echoed in the room, Ben forcing his head up. “And when you got stabbed. And with Dylan. And I can’t take it anymore kiddo. I can’t lose you. It’ll destroy whatever sliver of a soul I have left.”

“I’m right here,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him. He dropped his head to your shoulder, sniffling against you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t even know who I am anymore. How could you love a man that doesn’t know who he is?” 

“I’ve always known who you are Ben. The kind, good man that you shoved away deep inside of you. That’s who you are. We tore out the crap you buried him away in. Now he can be himself. You can be you for the first time. Not what your father wants you to be. Not Vought or the CIA or the world or even me. You can just be Ben.”

“Ben’s a piece of shit,” he breathed out. He buried his face against your neck, arms clinging to you for dear life. “I’m not good. I’ll never be good.”

“You didn’t deserve the torture. Or the betrayal. You didn’t deserve the life you were given. You should have had a set of parents that loved you, that taught you how to be a real man. The odds were against you from the start and I’m not faulting you for the man you grew up to be. There were a lot of men like you. The world was different then. It doesn’t excuse it but that’s how it played out. But Ben I need you to forget all that shit. You’re not that man anymore. The one I know, the one standing in front of me, he’s good.”

“I’m still an awful person,” he whispered. “I get angry and think things I shouldn’t. I’m always going to be bad. You could have a thousand years with me, kiddo, and you still wouldn’t be able to fix me.”

“I don’t want to fix you Ben.” You put your hand on his head, stroking through the brown strands. “I don’t want to tell you what to do anymore either. All I ever wanted to do was show you another way. A kinder way. It’s your choice Benjamin. It’s always been yours.”

“I’m gonna fuck it up.” 

“No you won’t.” You turned your head, kissing the side of his. “Look at you right now. Open and honest and raw. The old Ben wouldn’t have had the balls to even let those thoughts cross his mind let alone act on them, act on them in front of someone else. I don’t want you to be perfect. Just happy. Just happy Ben.”

You felt him inhale deeply before he slowly peeled away, giving you a nod and smile. “Give me some space today?”

“Of course. Just come back to me when you’re ready,” you said. He pecked a kiss to your lips and hummed.

“I won’t be gone long. Promise.”

It’d been raining non-stop all day, Ben leaving the house not long after your talk and a quick change of your bandage. It was dinnertime when you caught the flash of headlights through the windows. With a grunt, you sat up from the couch to stretch out. When you got to the front door, Ben was already there, a hood up on what looked like a new raincoat. He pushed it down before crashing his lips to yours, walking you inside, hands on your hips.

“I take it you had a good day,” you said between kisses, Ben shrugging out of the jacket, kicking off his boots.

“Every day with you is a good day. The best days of my life have been since I met you.” He kissed under your jaw, over your cheek, your lips. He held you flush with his strong, lean body, hot breath panting over your face. “I think I know who I am again.”

“Who’s that?”

“Yours.” Your heart fluttered as he grinned. “When I was a little boy, all I wanted was someone who would love me. Unconditionally. And I finally found you. You’re the first person in my life to give a fuck about me, the good and bad. So who I am is yours and I will keep trying to be the person I want us both to be until I got nothing left.”

“That’s a pretty good answer,” you whispered. He chuckled, cupping your face with both hands, planting a deep kiss on you. He hoisted you up, your legs clinging to his waist, Ben walking you back to your bedroom. “Where do we go from here?”

“Well tonight, I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name, fix you dinner, change your bandage, and watch Schitt’s Creek with my girl. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds pretty damn good, Ben.” 

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Five Years Later

You yawned as you padded out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand, wearing one of Ben’s sweatshirts on the cool fall morning. You opened the back door to the large deck, the box with the new blue canopy tucked against the side railing. Ben insisted he could put it up himself but you had to remind him while he had super strength, it wasn’t a one person job.

With another yawn you sat on the edge of the deck before it stepped down to the pavers.

The backdoor opened again, a whirl of brown hair rushing past.

“Eh, eh,” you tsked, stopping him in his tracks. “Where’s my good morning kiss?”

He ran back to you, quickly kissing your cheek before he was gone. You laughed as he didn’t make it far before he was being scooped up in a pair of big arms.

“Let’s say good morning to your mother properly, young man,” said Ben with a smirk. He carried Benjy and Millie each in one arm, the twins giggling as he spun them around and around, setting them down on the ground in front of you.

“Hi mommy,” said Millie, covered head to toe in dirt, wrapping her little arms around you as best she could. “Mommy, daddy took us fishing at the pond and we got to dig up our own worms!”

“That was gross,” said Benjy, his shirt and pants much more clean than his sister’s. “Daddy caught a fish. It was big and slimy.”

“But then we put him back so he could go home to his fish family,” said Millie, wiping her muddy rain boots all over the deck.

“Boots on the pavers, missy,” said Ben. She sighed dramatically, rolling her little green eyes back at him. “Millicent. No mud on mommy’s new, freshly washed, deck.”

She grumbled but kicked off her boots, dashing inside with Benjy when Ben sent them to wash up.

“Thank you for letting me sleep in,” you said when he took a seat beside you. He hummed, kissing you sweetly, letting it linger, dipping his tongue in your mouth for the briefest of moments. “You better finish that kiss later.”

“I’ll kiss lots of things later,” he teased as Benjy came outside again, a juice pouch in his hand.

“Daddy can you get the straw for me?” 

“Of course buddy.” Ben had the straw through the hole in a matter of seconds, handing it back to your son. “All set.”

“Thank you,” he said, giving his father a quick hug before he was chasing after Millie who’d ran back outside in a clean pair of clothes. 

“Stay where we can see you please! And do not run with that straw in your mouth Benjamin!” he called, the twins already at their swingset and rushing up to their fort. Ben sighed, planting his hands behind him to lean back. “Those two do not fucking stop, do they?”

“They’re four. They have the endless energy department covered,” you giggled. Ben slid one arm around your back, tucking you in against his side. “How was fishing?”

“Millie had fun. Benjy thought it was a bit too dirty. He got a little upset thinking we hurt the fish with the net.” He chuckled. “I shouldn’t be surprised. She’s a tom boy like her mother and he is as sensitive as I am deep down.”

“You’re a good daddy,” you said. You offered him the cup of coffee, Ben happily taking a long sip. “How old were you when your dad starting be king of the dickheads?”

“Younger then them. My father would have told be to toughen up if I acted like Benjy. He would have hated Millie for being unladylike.” He smiled wide, shaking his head. “I guess I did get to tell him fuck you after all. Our kids are awesome and I wouldn’t change a damn thing about either one.”

“I told you that you were a good man,” you said, poking him in the chest. He groaned, smiling as he set the coffee down and pulled you into his lap. “Let’s review how much progress you’ve made in the last five years. First-”

“I’m good,” he said, planting a hand over your lips with a deep laugh. “I get it. I’m a good guy. Finally.”

“Good.” Your heads turned when you heard a cry, Benjy sat at the bottom of the slide holding his knee. “He cries as much as you do to.”

“Troublemaker,” he grinned, kissing you fast before he was on his feet and walking across the pavers to the grass. “Alright, alright. You’re okay, Benjy. Daddy’s got you.”

“What is that?” you breathed out that night on the couch. Ben panted hard beneath you, your legs straddling his hips. You’d only been making out a few moments but you’d been teasing each other all day long and he was ready to take you to the bedroom to get straight down to it.

Something hard was in his hair though and you pulled it out with a slight wince from him. A pink bow attached to a hair clip was in your hand, Ben’s face lighting up in recognition.

“Right. I forget the kids put that there after bath time,” he chuckled. 

“Oh well I think we better put it back then,” you said. You gathered some of his hair and used the clip to tuck it to the side, Ben’s dark eyes watching the whole time. “There we go. Very sexy.”

“Pink is my color,” he said. You leaned down to return to your make out session when Ben sat upright quickly, head snapped towards the door. “Someone’s here.”

He nodded and you climbed off of him, sliding over to the couch. You let him go, Ben ignoring the thunder in the background. He ignored the flashes of lightning too. Without a word he went outside under the covered front porch, leaving you to close your eyes and sigh.

“Mommy?” You peeled open your eyelids, Millie standing there with her bear in his Soldier Boy suit, albeit without the weapons. 

“The storm you wake up, sweetie?” you asked. She looked at the slightly open front door, then back to you. 

“Is daddy scared again? He can have Floyd if he wants.” You had to hide your sad smile.

Your four year old knew not only understood her father had PTSD, at least at some level, and what triggered her father’s PTSD, but she also wanted him to feel better.

She’d absolutely inherited Ben’s mother hen side. After you’d had the twins, he wouldn’t let you do anything except rest. 

If you’d ever had any doubts about a possible recurrence of his toxic masculinity reappearing, the image of him bottle feeding two crying infants at two in the morning while murmuring how much he loved them, completely destroyed them.

“Thank you sweetie. I’ll make sure daddy gets this.” You bent down and kissed her head as you took the bear. You patted her on the back as you stood, sending her down the hall. “Back to bed.”

She reluctantly went, giving you a moment alone before you wandered outside, finding Ben sitting on the front bench swing.

“Hey old man.” 

“Hey kiddo,” he said, voice low and soft. You sat down beside him, offering him Floyd. “She shouldn’t be worried about me.”

“I’m not the only person in the world that loves you unconditionally Ben. All of us will always worry about you.” He smiled briefly, taking hold of the bear, running his fingers through the fur. “I’ve been thinking about why you think someone’s here whenever it thunderstorms, why you get so anxious.”

“If you have any theories I’d love to hear it cause I’ve come up with jackshit the past five years.” 

“It’s only an idea but I think there’s a chance that when you were in Russia being tortured, one of the times, it was storming. You heard thunder and associated that with whatever room or place you were in being opened and then you got hurt. Very hurt. So hurt you can’t remember it because you blocked it out.”

He nodded, letting the bear sit in his lap, thunder overhead booming. “Brian said something like that happened to him. He was freaking out everytime Joe would vacuum. It took them awhile to figure out it was because he heard a vacuum when he was a POW and getting tortured.”

“Should I call him?” you asked. “See if he has any advice?”

“They’re out camping and having lots of sex so no, I don’t want to interrupt our friends good time.” 

“Well considering your best friend is a black gay dude and we never thought that would happen in a million years, I think we can figure this out too,” you said. You took out your phone, Ben sighing but giving a small nod. Ten seconds later an out of breath Brian answered.

“Hey. What’s up?” he panted. 

“I told you they were having sex,” chuckled Ben, squeezing the bear tight when it thundered again.

“We are not!” 

“The man served three tours and what terrifies him is a fucking moth in our cabin. He’s running around like an idiot,” said Joe in the background. “Hi by the way!”

“Hey Joe,” you said as the two of them started to playfully bicker. “We hate to interrupt your moth hunt but it’s storming here and-”

“Ben, you cool?” asked Brian. You smiled, grateful Ben had somehow found a friend that cared about him.

“Um. I don’t know,” he said. “No.”

“Don’t push her away right now, okay? Take a deep breath. Y/N’s there. You got the kids. Everything’s cool,” said Brian. Ben closed his eyes and did as told, slowly relaxing as Brian walked him through it a few more times. “Alright. Now tell me what happened.”

“We’re pretty sure the storm is triggering him but we don’t know why exactly,” you said. 

“Kiddo thinks I’m blocking out a memory. I’m guessing you’d tell me I have to remember what that is before I can deal with my shit?”

“Not necessarily,” said Joe. “Trust me, I’ve read every book on PTSD there is. But it’d help for sure.”

“You can always try to associate storms with something good too. This is probably shit with your dad if I had to guess. We didn’t get much in the way of thunderstorms in the sandbox.”

“Right,” said Ben. His face scrunched up as he sighed. Brian might have been his best friend and Joe right along with him but no one knew who Ben really was.

To the outside world he was Benjamin Ritcher. Army Vet. He’d been a POW with an abusive father, neglectful mother, and had killed in the line of duty. Now he lived a quiet life raising his kids with his wife and he fixed up cars and flipped them on line for fun when he wasn’t busy doing yet another renovation on his house.

It was a good enough cover story. He could be himself for the most part. But there was no therapist he could turn to that could know the full story. 

That left you to try and fill in the gaps.

“I know this is going to sound crazy but you could try having sex, try to associate the storm with that on some level. Sorry man, I don’t have much more than that,” said Brian.

“That’s fine. Thanks for the advice. We’ll see you guys next weekend,” said Ben. He hung up after a quick round of goodbye’s, gently squeezing the bear. “Do you think I could develop a trigger here? I mean after you got me out of the box?”

You pursed your lips. “Yeah. But what would have-”

“I was kidnapped and you got stabbed. The night we came home, it was storming and Mallory showed up and had a gun to your head when I was a complete mess. That doctor at the hospital told me they thought they saw signs of something with how much I was hovering over you. Maybe that’s where it comes from.” He made a good argument. It made much more sense too than him hearing a thunderstorm in the middle of a secret lab in Russia.

“Okay. Then let’s try to associate thunderstorms with something really good then like Brian was saying.” You planted a hand on Ben’s chest, green eyes watching you slowly slid it down to the waistband of his sweatpants. He set the bear aside when you slipped your hand underneath, palming him gently. “Close your eyes, old man. Just listen.”

It took longer than normal for Ben to get hard but when you started murmuring in his ear, he finally let go. Ben had two kinds of sex. Rough, dirty, fun as fuck, sex. Then there were times he needed slow, hold me close, tell me you don’t think I’m not a monster, sex. The later was rarer these days. Ben wasn’t as hard on himself as he once was. Millie and Benjy had a way of bringing their father out of the dark corners of his mind even on the days he plastered a big smile on his face for them.

He’d been terrified when you told him you were late, going to have a kid. It’d been a surprise to you both to be fair. But his fear only made you fall deeper for him.

In that moment you’d known Ben would never treat your child like his father had him, either of your fathers. 

He worked harder on being a better person. He read constantly, went out more. That was how he ran into Brian at the bar again and the two became friends. Ben put himself in just about every situation he feasibly could to grow even faster. 

Brian would joke that Ben still swore too much to be nominated for sainthood.

“I love you. We love you so much Ben,” you whispered when you felt him throbbing. He sucked in air as he came in your hand, head turning, searching for your lips. “No one’s going to hurt your family. I promise.”

“Thank you,” he breathed out. Neither of you moved, sharing a lazy kiss as flashes of light lit up the night sky. “I’m so damn lucky you got me out of that box.”

“What can I say? I’ll always rescue you.” He peeled his eyes open, soft and smiling, so full of love.

“You should have been the supe, not me.”

“We like you as is,” you said. You hummed, leaned in for a kiss when something bit the back of your neck. “Alright. Time to go inside before I get attacked by more bugs.” You felt it again and groaned. “Oh please tell me it’s not a spider biting me.”

“Don’t be silly,” he said. He reached hand to your neck, a sharp tick of pain when he ripped something out of your skin. You both narrowed your eyes in the dark at it.

A very small dart was in his hand. You were tired, groggy, something settling into your system. Ben grunted and threw his hand to his own neck, ripping out a much larger dart.

“Novichok,” he said, standing and falling to his knees. He gasped as you got up, trying to make it to the front door. You fell down, rolling and facing him, Ben already passed out. 

The last thing you remembered was hearing your twins screaming for you and Ben.

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A/N: Read Part 10 here!

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