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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 3 months

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My Valentine 🌹 ✉

Eddie has a Valentine card from a Secret Admirer and is on a quest to find who it is ✉

Major fluff and pining ahead 💕

🦇✉ 💞

Eddie hated Valentines Day. It was just an excuse for bullshit consumerism and stores to make money. A ton of hearts, flowers and cutesy shit that made him sick to his stomach.

He wasn't interested in it one bit. So when Eddie gets to school the morning of the fourteenth and opens his locker, he has quite the shock.

The card must have been slipped inside before Eddie even set foot in school. It roots him to the spot, he stares at the card and takes it hesitantly.

It must be a joke. One of Jason's ideas to piss him off because Eddie let out exactly what he thought of Carver and his idiot friends every so often.

Truthfully it was the better part of his day to wind that douchebag up. Scowling at the card he shoves it in his pocket, he's not giving Carver the satisfaction of reading it.

In fact most of the day he forgets it's even there, until it's lunchtime and he's looking for some smokes, emptying the card and his cigarettes on the table.

"Ooh, Eddie has a Valentine" Gareth coos and only shuts up when Eddie glares at him.

"It's a prank from that idiot Carver. Should have burned it earlier" he grumbles then Mike reaches for it and opens it.

"Don't think Jason would pay that much attention to detail" Mike shows him the card and Eddie pauses. Whoever sent it has drawn him shredding on his guitar, surrounded by Hellfire, bats and tiny hearts.

He tugs it away from Wheeler, squirrels it away so he can take in the details himself, hovers over the signature.

From your Secret Admirer 🖤

His heart skips a beat, he feels himself blush and smiles in spite of himself. He hides his blushing face behind his hair and places the card back in his pocket reverently.

An Admirer. Someone in this school liked him, more than liked if he was guessing as it must have took some time to hand draw a card for him.

The question was, who sent it?

❤️

You stay quiet as the rest of Hellfire tease Eddie about the card. There's no way they know it's you that sent it, you signed it by saying you were a Secret Admirer.

Would Eddie want it to be from you? You really hoped so. The crush you had on Eddie had grown and grown over the last few months.

Ever since you joined Hellfire last year you had been intrigued by Eddie. That materialised into a small crush that grew bigger and bigger every day.

All last night you made the card, after dithering over whether to make it for days on end. It was a burst of courage that had you up until three am, perfecting your work..

Then you slipped it in his locker before he could notice. You were going to tell him that it was from you. Of course you would. It's just you didn't know when you would or if he even liked you back.

If he didn't then it might make things awkward for you being in the group. If you didn't then you didn't... but Eddie was determined and he wouldn't stop until he found out who sent it.

He'd grill anyone he could think of to get some information, you knew plenty of people who were intimidated by Eddie, many of whom were in your art class.

Didn't matter that Eddie was as soft as a marshmallow, they took in the clothes and the demeanour that he put out and didn't look any further. Never thought to scratch under the surface, to want to know more.

But you did and every day you got to know Eddie the more you fell for him. You just wished you knew if he liked you back...

❤️

For the whole day Eddie had tried to find his Valentine and with no luck. There was no clue and it's frustrating him so much.

"Why sign it from a Secret Admirer and yet give me no idea who it's from" he rants and Dustin rolls his eyes, what a little butthead.

"Dude, there is clues. This person knows you love D&D and that you're in Hellfire, has seen you play on your guitar" Dustin ticks the clues off on his fingers as he says this.

It still doesn't help Eddie. Everyone in the whole school knows he plays guitar and likes D&d and is the leader in Hellfire. Who knows who has seen him play at the Hideout, usually, it's just a couple of drunk dudes.

"They like to draw, probably were up all night doing the card too" Dustin adds and Eddie lights up. If he hung around the art unit after class then maybe it would give him an idea who did this.

It's boring work trying to spy on who could have sent Eddie the card. Everyone was busy doing different projects and their teacher Mr Edwards kept a close eye on Eddie and his tendency to cause a bit chaos.

Art class calmed him if he was being honest, stopped the chaos in his head, gave him something to do with his hands and kept him occupied.

His mind still wanders to who is his Valentine and he doesn't realise he's zoned out and is staring at you. Something has caught his eye, a smudge of pen on your wrist.

Eddie stills as he zeroes in on the mark, vibrant orange, you weren't using orange today or the other day for your project. Jesus H Christ. Was it you who made the card?

Fuck fuck fuck. How did he even bring this up? Could it be a coincidence and he was getting his hopes up for nothing?

His heart is beating really fast and all he can think about is kissing you, he needs to know if it was you. Usually he wouldn't think twice about confronting some dumbass or calling out Jason and his dipshits.

You were different, he adored you and he felt excruciatingly nervous about talking to you but he had to know if it was you.

Unless... a thought springs to his mind and he has an idea. Taking his art supplies to the back of the class he begins to work on his new project.

❤️

You hadn't seen Eddie since art class, he didn't even show up at lunch and that was a worry in itself. Even the rest of Hellfire was angsty about where he was.

It wasn't like Eddie to miss an opportunity to wind up Jason and the rest of the basketball team during lunch.

Just when you're seriously beginning to worry Eddie shows up at the end of the day, he's holding large card, when you get closer you notice what it is.

I'm batshit crazy for you 🦇 Will you be my Valentine is written on on the card. Bats holding hearts decorate the page, it's gorgeous.

Blinking once, twice, you rub your eyes and when you open them Eddie is still there. This time he calls out for Dustin who grumbles as he holds another card in place for Eddie.

The Dungeon Master would like you to be his Queen 👑

He's drawn a picture of you as a queen, his queen. Dressed all in black, Hellfire surrounding you and you're sitting on a throne that looks a lot like Eddie's DM chair.

"I know you sent the card sweetheart, I'd love to be your Valentine, will you be mine?" he asks and bends down on one knee to kiss your hand.

You don't even hesitate, you throw your arms around Eddie, it almost knocks him off his feet but you're both beaming. "Yes I'll be your Valentine Eddie"

He smiles and kisses you again, loving the way you melt in his arms, marvelling at how fucking amazing the kiss is. Dustin groans in the background but Eddie ignores him.

Maybe Valentines Day wasn't so bad after all.

✉

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie fluff #stranger things eddie munson

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janitorhutcherson · 2 months

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Apocolypse (Mike Schmidt Fluff)

haiii guys mike schmidt fluff that’s not edited that i wrote for sophie girl plz enjoy💕

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It was cold, rainy, dark, and the mild smell of mildew wafted through the kitchen from the leak we were far too broke to fix as I stirred a pot of spaghetti sauce on the stove for the 100th time this week. Abby’s comfort food, spaghetti, had been the only thing she’d promised to scarf down this week, since she’d reverted back to her state of pre-teen defiance. Mike had refused to oblige in the beginning, but I reminded him that this was not the first instance of this, and that a week later she’d be back to normal.

There was a constant tsunami of negativity in my head, convincing me I belonged everywhere and nowhere all at once. The Schmidt family were my family, too. I knew this. Mike reminded me of this every day he called me ‘wife’ as an endearing pet name, when he would remind me that we need to go grocery shopping for our shared space, or when he’d mention a planned future vacation. Abby called me her sister, told me she loved me, and even called me names during fights as if I were blood.

This was home, but why couldn’t I allow myself to relax as if it was?

Abby was currently in her room, finishing up some homework she had so desperately tried to avoid until Mike demanded she get it done before dinner. Mike was nowhere to be seen, that is, until a pair of arms drifted around my waist, kissing my neck and interrupting my endless flow of mind numbing thoughts. My brain refocused on the task at hand, the sound of Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex playing from the low radio in the background, adding a softer ambience to what once felt like a tense space.

Mike’s body tensed up against mine as our skin touched, almost as if my muscles had sent him a single of distress, calling out for help like some sort of helpless stranded person at sea. His chin fell down to rest on my shoulder, his breathing heavy against my ear as he slowly began to sway to the music as he always did. He loved music and always had. Soft melodies quickly replaced the habit of crickets and rustling leaves at night, something I’d soon grown accustomed to after many nights of sleeping aside a snoring Mike Schmidt.

“You okay, baby?” Mike asked sweetly in my ear, continuing to sway side to side as I stared down at the spaghetti sauce that was seconds from burning if I didn’t refocus my attention. I leaned forward, turning the eye of the stove off and pushing the pot back, allowing the boiling pasta to continue to cook. I didn’t react to Mike, causing him to shift from foot to foot, the change in his weight distribution felt in my back. “C’mon, honey, talk to me,” he mumbled out, spinning my body around so that my back was leaned against the stove, my eyes facing into his worried hazel ones.

A sigh escaped my lips as I noticed the worry etched into his face, a sight that always made my stomach drop and my heart pound in a bitter sweet way.

He cared, but he cared so much he was hurt.

My eyebrows furrowed as I forced a smile and Mike frowned, shaking his head. He didn’t say much else but instead mumbled a simple ‘come here,’ and once again his arms were wrapped around my waist, this time in a loose manner. He began to sway our bodies back and forth again, this time with his forehead placed on mine. I could feel his breath and hear the loud ‘thump’ of his heartbeat and I couldn’t help but to smile, closing my eyes and basking in the moment.

Got the music in you, baby, tell me why…

As the music played, Mike leaned over and turned the radio up, his hips now moving with mine at a less subtle but still melodic pace. His hands rubbed gentle circles at the small of my back as his giddy smile seeped directly into my core, causing my cheeks to heat up as he looked at me with that love struck look that hit every single receptor possible in my body.

You’ve been locked in here forever…

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Mike muttered to me, furrowing his eyebrows as he leaned forward to press a soft, sweet, tender kiss to my lips. Fireworks went off in every part of my body as I felt like I was vibrating, my head starting to spin.

And you just can’t say goodbye…

A small laugh left my lips of embarrassment as I looked into his eyes, my arms hooking around his neck as I moved my body with his now, pressing my body to mold with his perfectly as it always did. We were like complex decorative lego pieces clicking into place every time, made for each other in a way that we couldn’t fit with anyone else. I closed my eyes for a moment, basking in everything I could.

“Your lips, my lips,” Mike sang out loud this time, his teeth showing with his cheesy grin. He was off key and he sang it low, his voice cracking, but god, I didn’t care. It was like an angelic siren song from heaven to me.

“Apocalypse…” We finished off singing together, both of our eyes now closed as we basked in the love that beamed off of the other. I became painfully aware of my silence, the thoughts that once drowned my brain like a tsunami taking over subsiding. I took a short but steady breath as I played with the baby hairs on the back of his neck.

“I love you, Mike Schmidt,” I said, my voice dripping with sap that it always did when my feelings for him became overwhelmingly apparent. Mike’s eyes opened to lock with mine once more as once of his hands came up to rest on my check. “And how I love you, sweetheart,” he practically sang out, our lips locking in one final quick peck.

Perhaps I did belong here, because even in the simpler moments where everything was suffocating, Mike Schmidt was there, his lips, my lips, a perfect puzzle piece snapping into place

I am always home in his arms.

#josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt fluff #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson imagine #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic #mike schmidt #mike schmidt smut #peeta mellark fluff #peeta x reader #peeta mellark smut #peeta mellark imagine #peeta mellark drabble #peeta mellark headcanon #peeta mellark fanfic #mike schmidt drabble

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scribblesandsherlock · 5 months

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🎄Christmas with Mike & Abby: Headcanons

•I think Mike would either be a Scrooge like, “great. One more thing I got to worry about.”

OR he’d go crazy trying to make Christmas perfect. He remembers a time when Christmas used to be such a huge thing for the family and he wants Abby to experience that too. And with you in the picture now, it makes him that much more motivated to make this the happiest holiday ever. So I’m leaning towards the latter. That Mike would try way too hard to make a good Christmas.

•First step? The tree. Mike gets a real tree. He’s very particular about it, he likes the smell of the pine, it brings back memories. Then he’s quickly reminded of how much of a pain in the butt they are and he regrets everything

•Abby’s favorite Christmas song is the Chipmunk one. Just because it’s Mike’s least favorite. The high-pitched voices annoy the crap out of him and Abby likes watching him try not to show how big of a headache he’s developing. His second least favorite song is Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas Is You. When he was a mall security guard, he had to listen to that on the PA wayy too many times.

•Mike’s payback is singing along to Bing Crosby’s White Christmas. And he always jokingly exaggerates the crooner’s voice, making Abby complain she hates his singing. You giggle and reassure him you like when he sings but Abby just comments, “I guess love is deaf too.”

•When it starts snowing and actually packing, you take Abby out to build a snowman. But when you see Mike pull into the driveway, you both get a mischievous idea…and you start pelting him with snowballs.

At first, he’s grumpy from just getting out of work and he shouts at you both to knock it off. So you and Abby pout and go back to your snowman…letting your guard down long enough for Mike to get payback. (And that guy has a good arm. He can throw a mean snowball)

•Three words for you; Christmas. Movie. Marathon. I’m talking Home Alone, Christmas Story, Charlie Brown Christmas. Cocoa with marshmallows. Watching movies together. And seeing how long it takes Mike to fall asleep. (Hint, not very long)

•Mike is a bit of a klutz sometimes. He’s so tired all the time, it manifests itself in occasional bursts of clumsiness. One of those unfortunate times was when he was trying to put up the Christmas lights. He got tangled up in the wires and you found him hanging from the roof, upside down. Like something from National Lampoon or Home Improvement. Abby was laughing hard and you were just panicking, trying to get him down without letting him fall.

•Helping Mike pick out gifts for Abby. He’s absolutely lost on what little girls like so you have to help him, but you both were in total agreement when you both saw a journal and marker pack for your little artist. She was ecstatic when she saw her presents.

•You got Mike a watch, some new comfy sweatshirts, as well as an expensive cologne. You felt he deserved to treat himself a little bit. Mike tried to act casual about it, but you could tell he was all bashful at your generosity. Abby also pointed out that he was blushing (which made his face turn redder)

•Abby made you a homemade card with a drawing of the three of you together at home with a rainbow overhead. There’s also a lot of unnecessary glitter that falls into your lap. But it makes you tear up, because it really makes you feel like part of the family.

•Mike’s gift to you is very humble. It’s something small but intimate. It shows he doesn’t have a lot of money but that he listens to you. It’s something you thought he wouldn’t have even noticed or heard you talking about. But he pays attention to you. And it was the sweetest gesture that melted your heart.

•Back to the topic of Christmas lights, it’s a Schmidt family tradition to drive around to look at other houses’ lights one last time.

Mike drives and he smiles softly, looking in the rear-view mirror and seeing Abby asleep in the back. ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ plays on the radio and Mike reaches over to hold your hand, softly rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. And everything feels right in the world.

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #mike schmidt fnaf #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #mike and abby schmidt #mike schmidt fluff #mike Schmidt Christmas #Christmas fluff #christmas imagine #hallmark eat your heart out #hallmark could never #mike schmidt headcanons #mike schmidt imagines

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acutecoral · 6 months

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I have no brain for prose at the moment, because I don't think I've watched enough Cellbit to really get his mannerisms right but just a concept in my head at the moment like

Cellbit has had the urge to relapse back to what felt natural, to resort of violence, to killing. Now not in service of himself, but for the people he cares about.

His hold over those urges was admirable, but it was always bound to snap.

It started with Felps. His friend. Lost to the Federation's grasp. I'd imagine ignoring the urge was...easy then, at least with the initial idea. He had a plan, he directed his focus to infiltrating, to misleading and convincing Cucurucho that he could be trusted. It was hard. Here on the island, he had found a family, friends, people he knew and grown to care about. To push them away, and mislead them must have felt awful. Back in the war, things weren't as complicated but he wanted to do something different. He can be different.

I imagine when it failed, when he was taken back and captured, maybe there was that voice at the back of his mind. "This would have been easier if..."

But it was a constant companion for many years, and he's had practice pushing it down and refocusing his energy to other things.

Like his family, his son, the Eggs, his friends, the Order, Roier, their wedding, the campaign for the presidency. There was a lot to do, so much that needed his attention it would have been easy to just focus on the next thing and pretend that those darker thoughts wasn't there.

Then the Eggs disappeared. His son was gone, the other Eggs were gone, and no one knew what had happened. Everyone was searching for answers and they barely had the pieces to put things together. But the Federation must have been behind it, they took the Eggs last time, it was the only answer.

Then Forever was forced to take the risus potion, forced to become a twisted parody of himself that Cellbit couldn't get through to. Forced to pretend everything was okay.

And Pac...Pac whom Cellbit had seen sink to despair since Mike was lost and now pushed even further now that Richas was missing. Pac was still determined, still so willing to sacrifice himself for the smallest chance to figure out what was affecting their friend, their family and find a way to cure him.

How Cellbit must have felt the strongest urge to tear the entire Federation down to the ground, when he found himself between Forever and Pac on that bench. How difficult that must have been to ignore and push past, because he couldn't indulge in it. He had to hold strong, he had to bring them back to reality, to come back to him.

But seeing Pac whimpering, huddled and trapped and so small, so afraid in that cage...then listening to Forever's screams, directed at the memory of Cucurucho in Cellbit's place, a play by play of what led him to be drugged in the first place, how those darker urges must have reared it's head up. Did Cellbit wish he did what Forever did? Even knowing where it led? That urge to let loose, to direct his anger at something, at someone who must have knew all the answers, who were obviously playing them for fools again, who was hurting his family so deeply once more, forcing those he cared about to this state.

It must have led to sleepless nights. Frustration and anger. He must have been so tired.

An exhaustion that everyone on the island felt, but especially...Roier. His huband.

Cellbit would have never forgotten the way the Federation played with Roier and Jaiden's hopes with Bobby's life. Dashing them when they were only granted 10 minutes with their child instead of giving him back.

And now the Eggs have been ripped away again. Roier's sister was taken. Roier's son in law was gone, and for someone that already lost someone he felt responsible for, Cellbit must have seen the heavy toll it took on Roier. The dark eye bags, the way he tries to busy himself, the way that he accepted the Eggs must be dead because he can't take another heartbreak. He can't handle to have that hope they're alive dashed again. Again. Again.

Then...Bagi. That was the last straw. The one that broke the camel's back. The revelation he had a peaceful life before. He was loved, he was safe, he had a family, he had a sister...He had a past before the war, he had come from somewhere, and he was ripped away from it, those memories lost, drowned with the memory of blood and violence and survival.

Cellbit had spent so long treading water, keeping his head up, but no more. No longer. He can't afford to. He had tried playing by the bear's rules, he had tried going about it another way, but clearly it wasn't working.

It was time for a change of tactic.

...

Did killing that first worker feel like relief? Did he surprise himself with how easy it was to slip back into those old habits he had spent so long to ignore? How easy to must have been to watch, to stalk, to wait...before going for the kill?

But maybe he can tell there's a difference here now. Just a little.

These skills were ones he learned to survive. Taught by a dear, old friend. And it served him well, but now he's stepping back into the shoes of the monster, not for himself no. But for the people he loves. The people he knows have been hurt. He's doing it for them.

He will burn down the Federation even if he has to use his own body for the kindling.

#qsmp cellbit #qsmp pactw #qsmp foreverplayer #qsmp oibagi #qsmp roier #qsmp #acuteliveblogs #i have been rotating his frame of mind the entire day #it's been WILD #but it's so much fun #this isn’t really prose but i had to get these thoughts out there you know?#I'm enjoying the meal a lot #i just really like compelling characters

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i-just-wanna-write-fanfic · 1 year

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YAN ALPHABET MIKE+ALTERS (minus Chester cuss I dunno how to write for him qnq)

part two, MAL

WARNINGS: YANDERE KINDS OF STUFFS, STALKING, POSSEVINESS, KIDNAPPING, OBBSESIVNESS, MURDER, VIOLENCE, FORCED LOVE, MIKE DOESN'T LOVE ZOEY.

type: obsessive, possessive.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

what?

uhm...

he isn't good at that.

but he tries. usually through words or physical affection. other than that, he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Mal is willing to do ANYTHING. whether it's murdering someone, or simply scaring them away, he'll do anything to have you all to himself.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

you bet your soul he's gonna mock you.

he basically lets you do what you want (in the house.), but if you're planning to go outside, Mal's coming with you, and you HAVE to hold his hand.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

touching you, kissing you, holding you, basically whatever he wants. but he would never do something sexual without your consent. he's not a monster. (I'm making myself laugh-)

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

he's very secretive. he will only answer certain questions.

his childhood? what do you think?

whats wrong with him? I dunno, and I don't care.

favorite candy? chocolate. (so that's where your chocolate stash went-)

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

...what the fuck?

ok- Mal kinda knew this would happen, and that's why he knows how to punish you.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

yeah.

it's just a little game of cat and mouse when you try to leave. or it is to him.

he finds it funny you really think you can leave him. he already knew about your plan.

your soooo stupid sometimes, bunny.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

torture.

his punishments.

to say they suck ass is an understatement.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

he doesn't care. as long as you're with him, and he's happy.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

he gets jealous very quickly.

some dude touched you?

they went missing.

someone tried to talk to you?

how weird- they went missing too!

someone tried to flirt with you?

how odd... they didn't go missing but they're body had been torn apart and strung up around their own home.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

he's a bit clingy at times, but other than that and his few acts of kindness and/or soft moments, he's kinda the same.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Mal is VERY upfront about how he feels.

he wants your attention?

he demands it.

he wants cuddles?

that's right, he demands it.

when you didn't live with Mal, he just stalked you. he didn't talk to you all too much, if at all.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

no.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

torture.

if you tried to leave he'd break certain bones. (ex: wrists and/or ankles)

if you did something he didn't like he'd only yell or something if he was in a good mood. if Mal isn't in a good mood, he'll hit you and lecture you. if you cry enough, he'll give a small sorry for hitting you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

most if not all of them. lol.

he's on your case 24/7.

you're basically his property, and your property is now his.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

not patient at all. lol.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

look, the way I've been writing Mal, he looks heartless. and that's how he is in the show, but...

death: ...what? no... it wasn't meant to end this way... no... no, no, NO!

he doesn't know what to do... you're gone... forever...

once it's confirmed you're dead, he's crying. what now? he'll never be able to get over you. most of his days will be spent grieving, crying, and missing you. he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. he doesn't feel like causing harm to people, being a menace, or doing anything he likes...

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

no lol.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

(btw in these hcs, Mal's the original lol)

throughout his past, he's gone through a lot of trauma that made him the way he is. this is also why Mal is the way he is with you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

scream: uhm.... you're on you're own bud. he's just gonna leave the room until you're done. it kinda hurts his ears....

cry: Mal doesn't know what to do. at first, he's mocking you, but soon he comforts you. Mal does love you, after all. and seeing you like that does (eventually) make him feel bad. but he doesn't really know how to comfort someone, so he just holds you, and does what he can to make you feel better. if someone else made you cry, they're dead meat. only Mal can make you cry. no one else is worthy.

isolate: he doesn't care.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

nothing. but he is a bit more sadistic.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Uhm... the fact he can't keep you with him if you're dead????

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

yeah lol

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Mal doesn't really worship you. but he will do anything to keep you to himself.

he does need you after all.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

about a week at most.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

While Mal does like watching you suffer, he also likes you. if you were to be gone- personality, joy, hope, etc -he'd feel kinda bad cuss he'd know it was his fault. he'd do everything he can to try to bring you back. if he can't, he'll just do his best to live with this new you.

#tdi #tdi mal #total drama mal #total drama mal x reader #headcanon #yandere headcanons #yandere mal #total drama x reader

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escape-music1432 · 1 year

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With All My Heart

König x Reader

Soulmate AU: Black and white

Y'all this took me a month. A FUCKIN MONTH!

I had so many ideas n' none of them sat right so enjoy the final product 😚

Can you guess the song by the title?

5k words(some swears)

Not edited cuz my brain hurts😵‍💫

I can’t write accents and I’m not apologizing🖕

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You glanced over at the fit man beside you, the music drowning out the small quips as he spoke, the smell of bunt fries, cigarettes and alcohol filled your nose. The quick gulp of the sweet sour wine itched at your throat as you felt his shoulder gently shove your side. The man's laughter filled the bar air, the nudge causing some wine to spill down the front of your sundress. Your calm composure made the man stiffen up as his laughter died down as you turned your full attention to him. He didn't look much, but with the tightly fitting dress shirt and jeans seemed to compliment just exactly how he was acting. The scruff of his growing beard and small specks of acne proved to you he hadn't been taken care of himself like usual.

Sean has been your long time friends. Sadly within those ten years, adulthood didn't treat either of you well. Sharing an apartment while working double shifts to get enough money for bills, food, and college funds, it wasn't the dream either of you had in the big city. However, it was ideal considering you had taken him in after his parents kicked him out. Sean had it rough, now that the years kept going by faster and faster, so finding the one was becoming increasingly more appealing.

Your hand gently ran along the glass cup, shoving the small shot glass aside as your friend Sean downed them. The alcohol radiating from him in waves, to the point your nose crinkled every time he spoke. Your heart raced every time he giggled, wondering what diabolical thing he could have conjured up. You couldn't control the adult baby that sat next to you, only being able to tame him with talk of another life, a life he wished and yearned for. The night of casual friendly drinking was now a wasteland of drunken rambles and incoherent nonsense.

You couldn't blame Sean, he had a massive crush on someone who barely acknowledged him. He didn't want to admit it but when he had a crush he treated them like trash, making unruly comments about their looks, personality. It was a wonder how his crush dealt with him most days, mostly ignoring his remarks between meetings and disappearing after them. Sean wanted nothing more than to embrace them into his life but here he was crying at the bar, wondering why they didn't talk or put themselves in a position to be in the same vicinity as him.

You knew crushes were inevitable, with the hope of finding that one person to bring color to your life. Some dealt with little to no color while others seem to have every color in their vocabulary. Soulmates weren't something you agreed upon during your 26 years of life, but you somehow found it entertaining watching others on their search. Seeing your friend wail and hiccup was one of the many forms this soul bond made.

His crush happened to be an old friend, Mike. When you hung out he'd ask about Sean wondering what he was like, who he was with, how he knew you. And every time you'd shrug it off wondering why exactly he wanted to know and now a couple months later you realized Mike felt the same for Sean. He was handsome, and the sweetest man you knew beside Sean. However, when these two were together they'd pull the same antics, pushing harder than pulling. During meetings it'd be constant arguments, judgements and annoyance. They could end the scuffle with a simple touch. A touch that both were to stubborn to initiate, the doubt of color not blossoming before their eyes or the simple beauty it will. Either way you weren't keen on finding out, not when Sean was drunk and could barely form words let alone keep his head up.

You tried to quiet Sean down, hushing him like a child and much like one he groaned speaking louder while covering his ears. Someone from across the bar stood up abruptly, the chair they sat on crashed onto the floor. It all happened in slow motion, the glass of wine that you'd been sipping came crashing down onto Sean, his childish wailing ceased as a misty eyed Mike stood at your side fuming with anger. Sean's eyes widened, his expression reading true horror and embarrassment.

"Is that what you really think? I hate you?" Mike's voice darkened as he glared daggers at Sean, his full attention on the drunken man who was now curled against the wall not bothering to even look at Mike any longer. You tried to intervene but was quickly shut down when Mike slammed his hands against the table, nearly pouncing toward the silent man beside you. "Can't say it to my face? Can you?! You're such an idiot."

Mike was much closer now, you could smell the sour stench of vodka on his breath having nothing on the whiskey Sean had been drinking. Sean flinched back, you noticed now that he was shaking uncontrollably. It made your own body tense noticing Sean's breathing was becoming more frantic, his eyes blinded by the pool of tears gushing from them. His dry heaving proved to you what was happening as Mike berated him. You felt anger bubble up inside you, and with the wine beginning to set in, you felt double the amount of courage than usual. In one swift fluent motion you had stood up, your hands coming up to cover Mike's chest as you used all your weight to step forward.

"Back off!" You shoved Mike back using all your strength, he stumbled into a near by table knocking glasses over and getting yelled at from the couple that sat at the table. Sean gasped loudly from behind you while you stood protectively in front of him. The shattered glass littered around your feet, your gaze lingered on the glass as your heart thumped against your chest before you shifted your gaze back up to the drunken man slouched over a table.

Mike grumbled, sitting back up and swiping away the food that tethered onto his shirt from the fall. He didn't even apologize to the couple only sending you a bone chilling glare while Sean fumbled over himself to stand beside you. Mike stood upright, still drunk.

"Just... stop it. We're leaving. Okay?" You huffed angrily, looking away for one second to grab your coat and purse and when you looked back Mike was charging for you. You yelped, barely dodging his sudden attack but he countered you with a quick shove of his shoulder and you were on your ass. He stumbled over himself, landing into the booth you had once sat at. You felt a pain in your side from landing against the shattered plates from before, and without any hesitation you sat back up. The alcohol in your system drowning out all of your other senses.

"What the hell?! You don't even know-" Just before you could finish Mike shot up from his laying position, pointing an accusing finger at you. His nose scrunched up as he glared at you, obviously feeling some sort of resentment toward your words. His cold stare frightened you a bit, not used to this side of him but still you held strong and stood up waiting for him to continue as you tried to replicate his cold stare.

"You wanna know the full story?" His voice shook you to your very core, it seeped of venom and a bit of worry. You didn't make a sound or any movement, only fixing your eyes onto him signaling for him to continue as you waited. However, the fearful look in Sean's eyes concerned you, wondering what exactly Mike could say that would strike so much fear into him.

"Fine. Sean and I are soulmates big whoop! But guess what? He shot me down, why you ask? Well it's because he's straight, and here he is telling you a sad sap story making me the bad guy." You looked over to Sean who looked more ashamed by the second, Mike's words eating away at him in more ways than one.

"Why would me being a guy matter?! I spent my life dreaming of the day my soulmate would embrace me and love me, yet here we are! It's just not fair. Why can't you love me... what did I do... shit." Mike's words softened at the end, the sound of a broken man never ceased to amaze you. You knew deep down what the problem was, and Sean was too afraid to admit it.

You watched as Mike curled in on himself, slipping onto the ground his hands coming up to cover his face. You could tell it was something he'd been holding in for awhile. The defeated look he had only confirmed that, and it made your heart ache with the sniffles and tears falling from his eyes.

You slouched your shoulders, looking around at the prying eyes before walked toward Sean. Your hand gently came into contact with his shoulder and when it did you had startled him. His eyes glancing from you to Mike, fresh tears beginning to brim at the edge of his eyes.

"Come on. Let's go." You didn't say another word as you helped lift him up, helping him trudge through the bar not wanting to cause any more trouble.

You wrapped your coat snuggly around yourself, making sure to keep close to Sean. His wobbling and teetering walk had you on mom mode, hoping he wouldn't fall over or hit his head. You opened the bar door, following Sean outside. When the cold air hit you, you felt better. The adrenaline began to ware off, and the awkwardness began to set in. You hated times like these, when a serious conversation needed to be made but you were patiently waiting until the next crosswalk to even consider speaking.

You took a deep breath in, "Sean..."

He stiffened up slightly at the sound of his name, his steps beside yours stopped abruptly. You stopped too, turning to face him. You could see his defeated expression clearly, the sadness edged into every wrinkle of his forehead.

"Why didn't you tell me Mike was your soulmate? Is it because of-" You felt your words get caught in your throat at Sean's sinking figure, he balanced himself on the heels of his feet as he curled up. His arms resting against his knees as he nodded his head, already knowing what you were going to say.

"Oh Sean... they aren't here. They can't hurt you. Mike wouldn't hurt you, damnit, he'd never lay a finger on you..." You leaned down toward him, running your hand against his back to soothe his muffled sobs.

"I know, but it's so hard. It's been years (y/n). Years! My parents hurting me just because of my sexuality, the men I've slept with. I was so scared when I found out it was actually Mike." Sean leaned into your touch, letting himself unravel before you. His repressed emotions finally coming to surface.

You sat with him as he told you the story, the sudden touch a few months back. The colors blossoming in his vision, the beauty of it all. The fear, the hatred, the resentment, the yearning, the jealousy. All happening in the span of a few seconds from a single touch. It was painful as much as it was beautiful, and the absolute sadness in Mike's eyes when Sean told him he couldn't be with him. It was like you were there, experiencing the most heartbreaking moment. The moment when both men were shattered with the realization life wasn't so fair. In Sean's situation it was becoming unbearably obvious he was still traumatized from his high school years, the years he'd spent living with you after his parents kick him out.

"Sean, it's not going to be like that. Mike doesn't understand what happened before you two met. He has the right to know. I would want to know why my soulmate wouldn't want to be with me, wouldn't you?" Something in Sean clicked as he stared at you, his expression softening as he nodded along to your question.

"You're right, but after tonight I don't think he'll want to see me again." Once again he sunk back into that dark place inside his mind.

"I'm sure I can talk some sense into that big lug of yours." You nudged his shoulder slightly, giving him a playful smile.

Sean gave you a weak smile, his mouth opened to speak but both of you froze. The rushed footsteps from afar began coming toward you. You had immediately turned your attention to the unknown figure sprinting down the sidewalk. Sean heard them too, immediately drying up his tears and standing beside you. You thought it was Mike, but as the figure came closer you realized they were much, much taller than Mike was. Literally towering over you, like a skyscraper. Their hoodie and face mask concealing their identity while you reached for your bag only to feel it disappear into thin air as the person stood in front of you. Their chest puffing in and out like they had run a marathon. They closed the distance between you. Your hand coming up to Sean's chest to keep a good foot between you and the mysterious person.

Your neck hurt from how far you had to lean back to look up at them, "Can I help you?"

The person took a deep breath in, hunching over slightly to catch their breath. "Excuse me, das Fräulein. You left zis... Sorry if I startled you, I seen you leave and zought-"

The man looked mysterious but the way he spoke so softly, and the way the skin on the side of his eyes crinkled with his smiling eyes you realized your mistake in judgment. His words trailed off into the wind as you looked at the purse he was carrying. You noticed the way his fingers poked out from the gloves he wore, his hand nearly engulfing the bag as he leaned down slightly as he nudged the bag out to you. He made himself smaller, taking up as little space to give you the most comfort. It was odd but heart warming at the simple gesture. The more you looked at the purse the more you began to realized it was your purse, dumbfounded you stuttered over yourself realizing what the man was doing.

"Oh... Oh shit! Thank you sir, thank you so much..." You sheepishly reached out for your bag, your words becoming muffled as you nicked your fingers against his.

The soft grip you had on your purse loosened. You blinked once, then twice wondering why your vision began to blur. The small specks began to cloud your vision like television static. With each passing second they began to haze into what you can only call color. The sound of your bag hitting concrete made you jump in fright as the once dull world spouted in colors you had no name for. The reds, blues, and yellows formed different shades and hues all together. You were so ecstatic, surprised and frightened all at the same time. The light from signs shined brightly in neon color, and even the skin upon your body glowed dimly.

"Mein Gott," His voice rang through the chilly air, his thick accent making your ears tingle.

Did he always have an accent, you couldn't remember. The past events becoming nothing but a blur of colors clouding each and every past event. Life flashed before your eyes surrounding each moment in sprouts of golden rays of sunshine, and purple hues of dusk. Your mind buzzed as your heart began to thumped loudly against your chest, beating so roughly you could hear it pound against your ear drums. The stutter of your words and shallow breaths creating a symphony with your racing mind and heart, soothing any worry but strumming a new found feeling.

You looked up at the tower of a man, examining him. His facial expression couldn't be seen behind the black medical mask, his dark gray hoodie helping in obstructing his features. You could tell, from the widened eyes and frantic movement, that he was trying hard to piece together what you had so easily accepted. The new feeling becoming increasingly more prominent as he tripped over himself to step back and look at the world that was once black and white.

Looking at his body language and ogling eyes, you knew this feeling was none other than philophobia. You've heard of it being a side effect of finding your soulmate, a feeling that wasn't unusual but not often heard of. You pieced together the moment this phobia affected you. After hearing Sean's story and seeing Mike's expression, it struck you the wrong way. You knew it would hurt when you witnessed their heart break.

Those thoughts kept racing through your mind, tainting any happy emotion you once felt. Your body moved on its own as you quickly snatched up your bag and turning toward Sean, his facial expression filled with worry as you laced your fingers with his. Sean couldn't even get a word in as you pulled him to keep in step with you.

"H-Hey vait!? Liebe?" The mans words were gut wrenching as you kept walking, your eyes misty from the sudden rush of fear and adrenaline.

Your emotions were going haywire, the anxiety itching at your body as you began to jog but remembering the pain in the mans eyes began to break your heart even more. You began sprinting toward your apartment, hoping you could run from the feeling racing after you. Sean surprisingly kept up with you, his screaming questions fell on deaf ears. Only when you apartment door shut behind you, were you finally able to breathe. The tears finally beginning to fall passed your lashes and stream down your cheeks, your hiccups turning into loud sobs as you fell onto the floor covering your eyes with your jacket sleeve.

Sean watched in horror as you broke down. He stood awkwardly for what felt like forever, not making a sound or moving an inch. His mind raced, not only did Mike confess everything but something happened to you while talking to that German man. He couldn't wrap his mind around it, all he knew was he couldn't bare to see you shivering from the cold or watch your knuckles turn white as you gripped your hair. It reminded him of when he first met Mike, the touch was so hypnotizing yet so existential. He understood your pain.

Sean sunk down next to you, his hands gently running over the back of the (f/c) jacket you wore. He could feel the icy pins against his fingertips as he tried his best to comb your hair back, his hands gently holding your own. The words he wanted you to hear couldn't surface, not when you looked up at him with red eyes and tear stained cheeks. Your cheeks were red from the cold, small specs of snot forming at the bottom of your nose as you sniffled and wiped away at your drenched face.

"Are you okay?" He couldn't even speak clearly as his words caught in his throat. Sean knew he was going to cry again, watching as you shook your head. You nuzzled into his arm while continuing to sniff and sob. He knew what you were feeling, happy he could be useful for once.

"He's the one, wasn't he?" Sean's words rang in your ears.

Once again you nodded, trying your best to keep still as your muffled cries bounced off the apartment walls, keeping you from ever finding the words you needed to speak. Sean chuckled, tears beginning to slip down his cheeks. His chuckling turned into a fit of crying laughter as he engulfed you in a hug, rocking you back and forth and shushing you.

It had been months with no sign of the mystery man. You assumed he was visiting for only a few days, shooting your chances of meeting him down to a slim 0.1% chance and with no way of knowing for sure, those numbers dropped further. Most days went by without fault, enjoying the new perspective and sights. While other days you couldn't even close your eyes without being blinded by the colors around you, and the existential crisis creeping up your spin at every waking moment.

Sean had yet to talk to Mike, leaving you both in a spiraling loop of love and fear, yearning yet repressing. However, you were envious Sean got to see Mike nearly everyday, while you had no hope of finding the German man again. You tried to remember more details about him besides his height and kindness.

The days continued to pass in a blur, Mike and Sean deciding to take it slow not denying nor establishing their relationship. All was looking up with your promotion and having your two friends back, but the ache in your chest never ceased.

"Can I get another glass, please?" You waved your empty wine glass at the waiter, who gave you an annoyed look but forced a smile as you hummed in delight at the amber liquid filling the glass.

"Slow down, (y/n)..." Sean's cautious words flew passed your head as you fumbled the fork in your hand, the small bits of steak falling back onto your plate as you glared at the inanimate object.

Sean nudged your side slightly as you hummed, still focused on the fork between your fingers to keep it steady. Mike chuckled at your childish behavior while Sean rubbed his temple in frustration.

"Come on, do you need me to feed you?" His words repeated in your head as you chuckled, leaning against his shoulder playfully. Before laughing devilishly as you finally got the piece of meat onto your utensil. "I think I can do it myself dad."

You finally agreed to a night out as a third wheel so Sean and Mike could go on a date, which was a mistake if you asked Sean. However, you enjoyed the night of laughter and lighthearted jokes. It silenced the voices and pains in your chest, something you needed after stressing for months. Sean knew this, just as much as Mike. It was kind of funny to watch them sneak glances and gentle touches, something that soothed the 'unknown feeling' according to Sean.

"Can you guys get a room, I don't need to be here for this." Your drunken giggle made both of them jump in place as you watched Sean's expression turn from annoyance to sympathy. It made your stomach turn, not in a good way either. Something in you told you to leave, it must have been the rumble in your stomach and the salty taste on your tongue as saliva began to fill your mouth.

Without any warning you shimmied out of the booth, making your way to the bathroom but stopping midway to glance back to your friend. His blue eyes shined brighter when he looked into the oak eyes admiring him. His dirty blonde hair slicked back and the blue dress shirt complimenting his features. It wasn't to long ago when all those colors were black and white, odd shades of grey that had no meaning. The world around you was surreal, hypnotic, a dream.

You leaned against the bathroom sink to rinse off your face, the cold water hiding the stray tears that slipped passed your eyes. Your heart thumped against your ears, the line between panic and attack becoming increasingly prominent. The knock at the bathroom door made your body calm, only focusing on the voice from the other side.

You walked out of the bathroom, a quick apology to the lady giving you an annoyed glance before she scurried into the room. Your racing thoughts ceased before adrenaline kicked in, the warmth radiating at your finger tips increased as you rounded the corner. Your heart dropped, seeing a familiar hunched over figure standing by your booth. Sean and Mike making quick conversation with the towering man as you stood dead in your tracks. It couldn't be, your mind couldn't accept it. He was here, after all the wasted energy looking for him, he was here.

You felt your body go numb, admiring the way he slouched and gestured with his large hands. Your heart skipped a beat noticing the light brown hai hair, the way it sat curled at his shoulders. The jacket he wore was nowhere in sight, for a moment you questioned if it really was him. You could see the scruff of a beard at his chin, the familiar black medical mask pulled down to his neck gently tugging his ears down as he spoke. Then it happened, he smiled. His teeth showed through the thin of his chapped lips, you narrowed your gaze on his blue eyes watching the way the corner of them crinkled. A chill ran down your spin as you shuddered, loving the familiar warmth at the pit of your stomach. It really was him...

You watched as Sean turned his gaze toward you, a warm smile and loving gaze. It was to good to be true. Sean waved you over, at the sudden change of Sean's attention the man turned his attention toward you. You felt that same feeling from before. The existential crisis crawled down your spine in a bone chilling realization, it wasn't a dream. His soft gaze making you putty where you stood, his hand coming up to wave at you in a joyful manner. You couldn't deny the way your heart soared at his sweetness, nor could you control the way your body moved toward him.

Mesmerizing, that's the best way you could describe him. He pulled you in without even trying, capturing you in bliss at a single glance. Before you knew it you were standing in front of him, looking up at his nervous expression. His gaze was still soft as he stared down at you, the corners of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a large smile.

"Hello, Liebe. I'm happy to see you again." His voice was soft as silk as his small exhale of breath littered across your face.

Your nose scrunched at the faint hint of alcohol and fruit on his breath, finding the scent welcoming. You inhaled so sharply you could see him stiffen at the sound, you must have scared him. Without any warning, you quickly stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. He let out a surprised sound at your loving embrace, his arms stiffening at his sides. You could feel the philophobia crawling around your mind, however, you kept your hold against him not letting go. Your hands gently clasping together as you nuzzled your face into the place between his stomach and chest. Loving the way your body melted into his.

You felt his finger tips tickle your back as his palms followed, one hand barely below your bra strap and the other nestled against the messy length of your hair. You felt the existential feeling subside.

"I looked for you everywhere. I'm so glad I finally find you uh..." your words drowned into the fabric of his long sleeve shirt, the muscles on his forearms flexed slightly as he tightened his grip.

"König, you can call me König." He spoke so softly, feeling the rumble of each syllable against your ear as he spoke.

"It's nice to finally meet you König-again I mean-we-I'm-" You felt his body bounce as he chuckled, cutting you off as you began to blush from embarrassment.

"(Y/n), right? Your friend Sean mentioned your name earlier. Sorry-" his words trailed off as you enjoyed his rambling, loving every few accented words that layered thick in German slang.

You nodded your head as you released your grip from around him, feeling your face hurt from how hard you were smiling. He seemed to have a similar problem as he tried his best to hide his smile by lifting up his mask. His teeth showing just before he turned his head away from nervousness.

König couldn't keep his eyes off the way you swayed back and forth on your heels, your nervous chatter being music to his ears as you pointed toward Sean and Mike. He couldn't help remembering the day he met you, watching from afar as you comforted a crying friend. The way you rolled your eyes and smiled playfully, or how your laughter would harmonize with the music playing.

He was going to be your savior when Mike had threatened you and Sean, but before he could even stand you had stopped him dead in his tracks. The way your once calm composure was quickly blinded by a hidden rage. The way you were quick on your feet to shove Mike back and using such force it had made his heart jump. He could see the fear in your eyes but the way you stood tall and confident he was at a complete loss for words with your courage. He couldn't deny he was envious of that.

Even when Mike charged for you, you were quick on your feet in dodging his attack, your sundress flowed along your curves perfectly. But you had let your guard down when Mike countered you with a shove of his shoulder. He just about lost his shit when he stood from his seat, his hands balling into fists but you surprised him again with the way you had wiped away the dust off your dress when you stood back up, that familiar fire in your eyes ready to take another hit protecting someone dear.

You were perfect in every angle, even when he had frightened you while giving back your purse. The warmth that radiated through his entire body when your hands touched, the world he once knew crumbled into pigments he was absolutely frightened to see. As much as he felt excitement he was also frightened at the sudden change in a new world. The fear didn't last long when he realized you were his soulmate, some good news he needed that day but when he seen the tears threatening to spill down your face or when you turned to run from him, his heart broke. Scared he had done something wrong or scared you off with how he looked, he wasn't stupid he knew he intimidated people with his height.

The existential crisis started right after he left your city, that night he laid awake thinking of you. When he did finally get some sleep you were dancing around his dreams with gentle touches and soft sounds, his heart would race at every breath and word your spoke. He couldn't drown you out, only when the blood littered across his mask and coated his gloves, only then was he able to drown you out. It wasn't healthy, it wasn't okay to become more of a blood lust beast when all he wanted was to be in your presence again.

When he was finally came back he sat in a hot shower hoping a night at the bar would keep his mind away from your tear stained face and tuning figure. Deep down he prayed he'd run into you again, even if it took his entire stay to get even a glimpse of you. But seeing you here, seeing a smile instead of tears was what he needed, it was what he ached for.

He couldn't fall for you more, watching at you tucked your flower covered sundress against the back of your thighs. Your hand gently tapping the spot beside you with a welcoming smile that had his heart melting. Even if you had been scared, he was taken away by the fact you looked for him after all this time. You were holding his hand in your own as you rolled your eyes at Sean's playful jokes and stories of your high school years.

He didn't know if you felt the same but having you leaning against his arm made his mind go crazy, his heart thumped against his chest when you looked up at him waiting for him to speak.

"König? You okay?" Your voice was smooth as silk as you linked your arm with his.

Your facial expression had him putty in your hands, the way your brows knitted together in worry and the way your lips formed in a slight tight lipped smile. He couldn't help but gently push the few strands of hair out of your face, feeling your cheeks burn against his finger tips. You melted into his touch as you leaned into the palm of his hand and looking up at him with those starry eyes.

In that moment König was finally grounded again.

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If this flops I'm never writing again💀

Spicy Pt 2 tho👀

#konig modern warfare #konig x y/n #soulmate au #soulmates #black and white #konig x you #love #mw2 #mw2 fanart #mw2 x reader #mw2 könig

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(wc: 4.6k, reader uses she/her pronouns, heavy angst with a happy ending, steve is the most supportive best friend anyone could ask for, basically one big gay comfort fic)

sitting on the couch in eddie munson's trailer felt like the perfect way to spend your friday night. you were the first to arrive, soon followed by an exhausted looking steve with a hyper dustin swinging from his arm. the room was bustling with voices as eddie and dustin tried (and failed) to explain the entire lore of lord of the rings. you wanted to pay attention, truly, but your mind was elsewhere entirely.

"hey, are you even listening?" dustin called out to you. "this is important stuff we're talking about here!"

"hmm? sorry, yeah, i'm listening." you fibbed, silently crossing your fingers in hopes that they would believe you and not press the subject any further.

"what did i just say?" dustin continued, playfully pushing your buttons. you couldn't be mad at the kid, really. you just weren't in the mood today.

"something about mordor? sauron?" you winced, knowing full well that you weren't paying any attention at all. dustin just rolled his eyes dramatically and went back to regaling the group about the downfall of sméagol and the crippling power of the one ring. you hoped no one would notice the bothered look in your eyes, but as always, steve harrington could be counted upon.

not wanting to draw attention to you, steve quietly crossed the room to sit beside you on the couch, nudging you with his elbow and meeting your distant gaze.

"hey, you good?" he asked, trying not to show the concern etched into his features.

"fine. perfect. i am a-okay, harrington." you quipped, hoping your point would get across with as little effort from you as possible. steve wasn't buying it.

"come on. you know you can talk to me." he sounded so genuine that it almost made your heart sink. "you do know that, right?"

"of course." you pondered for a moment, deciding to just let it go for the time being. his brows were still tight with worry, so you gave him a small smile. "thanks, steve."

he gave you a quick pat on the back before getting up and walking over to the fridge to grab himself a water. he made his way back into the living room and returned to his seat beside dustin, opting to give you the space he could tell you needed.

several minutes passed, and the conversation between the boys had all but died down. eddie looked up at the clock, noticing how late it was, and spoke up.

"hey, weren't nancy and robin supposed to come over, too?" eddie questioned, looking over at steve before turning his gaze to you. your heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name. you tried your best to calm your nerves before simply shrugging your shoulders.

"yeah, nance said they might be running late today. something about taking mike and will to the arcade and making sure they get home alright. they should be here soon." steve answered. you couldn't help but feel your heart race at the thought of the empty void on the couch next to you finally being filled by your favorite person. dustin's ears had also perked up, and a mischievous grin made its way onto his face.

"oh, robin's coming over?" he dragged out her name and raised his eyebrows at steve, nudging him harshly with his elbow. "how do you feel about that, steve?" in return, steve looked at dustin with an absolutely bewildered look on his face. you felt yourself look up at them before you could even tell your eyes to move.

"i mean yeah, robin's coming. so is nancy." steve replied, confusion taking up every inch of his face. "why do you ask?" meanwhile, you felt dread settle into your bones.

"steve, man, when are you gonna man up and ask her out?" dustin sighed loudly, clearly exasperated. there it was. you felt your heart sink down into your stomach, making you feel uneasy. steve just groaned.

"dustin, how many times do i have to tell you that robin and i are just friends?" steve said flatly. "she and i are platonic with a capital p!" dustin wasn't believing a single word coming out of steve's mouth.

"robin is in love with steve, i just know it!" dustin jumped up and declared, and you felt your entire soul leave your body. steve rolled his eyes and threw his head back in defeat, while eddie interjected in an attempt to calm the boy down.

"alright, let's lay off harrington for now, okay?" eddie said, pulling dustin back down to sit on the couch across from you. dustin just grumbled and glanced over at steve before delivering one final blow.

"seriously though, steve, ask her out. she's got the hots for you and it's so obvious." dustin muttered, significantly more quietly this time. you physically couldn't take it anymore. you stood up from your seat, dizzily lurching toward the front door, causing everyone in the room to look up at you with wide eyes.

"woah, hey. you okay?" eddie asked worriedly, moving to stand up until you waved him away with your hand.

"just feeling sick. need some fresh air." you barely got the words out before you were stumbling outside and into the cold october air. you hastily made your way behind the trailer, not noticing the door shutting behind you and the footsteps trying to keep up with your quick pace.

as soon as you felt like you were far enough from the chaos, you let your feet give out and landed on your knees with a thud. tears immediately began to prick at your eyes and cloud your vision. you didn't realize you were sobbing until a pair of hands reached down to rub your back.

you jumped slightly at the sudden contact, but quickly let your guard down when you realized the person kneeling beside you was just steve. without even thinking, you let yourself lean into him until his arms were wrapped around you, your shoulders shaking against his. after a few minutes, steve leaned back to check on you.

"you wanna talk about it?" he asked softly, his brows furrowed at your disheveled state. your heart ached with dread at the thought of telling steve why you were so upset, but ultimately you decided he deserved to know. you took in a deep, shaky breath and began to speak.

"do you like robin?" your voice sounded painfully hoarse. steve's eyes opened impossibly wide at your question. you tensed your muscles, preparing yourself for the impending crash of the world around you. instead, your ears were met with a quiet chuckle.

"you think i have a crush on robin?" steve asked, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smile. you looked up at him, dumbfounded. he took a step back and continued. "robin is my best friend. that's all she is."

you relaxed marginally, having faith that steve would never lie to you. he could see that you were still bothered by something, and then it hit him like a load of bricks. how did he not realize this sooner?

he contemplated saying something for several moments, not wanting to be presumptuous or make you feel uncomfortable. finally, after what felt like forever, he cleared his throat and spoke up.

"do you uh..." he froze, not knowing if this was the right thing to do or not. "do you like robin?" steve's voice was barely above a whisper, careful to keep the conversation only between the two of you. you felt your stomach churn while fresh tears threatened to spill, and steve was quick to reassure you.

"hey, you're okay. everything is okay. you know i care about you no matter what, yeah?" his voice was gentle, and you nodded before feeling your shoulders tremble once more and looked down. steve's hands were on your shoulders in a heartbeat.

"you should talk to her, you know. i really think she'd understand." he tried his best to convince you, but that was the last thing you wanted to hear. you shot your head up to look at him and shook your head apprehensively.

"no way in hell am i going to do that, steve. that is the worst idea you've ever had." you felt bad for shooting him down so quickly, but what else were you supposed to do? tell robin you've been in love with her since the very first time you saw her perform at a hawkins high football game? tell her how your stomach erupts with butterflies every time you meet her eyes in a crowd? or how you've counted and memorized every single freckle on her face like they were stars in a constellation? you couldn't handle that kind of rejection. no, you'd rather admire robin buckley from a safe distance in order to save yourself from imminent heartbreak.

"you've counted all of robin's freckles?" steve asked with a quiet laugh. shit, did you say all of that out loud? "how many are there?" you rolled your eyes and playfully shoved steve's arm. just as you were about to come up with some snarky remark to throw at him, you both heard the unmistakable hum of nancy's car pulling into eddie's driveway. just like that, your entire facade melted away and your hands began to shake. steve looked at you and made one last plea.

"please just trust me. robin will understand, i know she will. i need you to trust me. i just want you to be happy." steve's voice came in quick bursts as he looked between you and the front of the trailer. your head was spinning and your thoughts were whipping around inside your head so fast that you thought it might split open.

you heard both car doors slam shut and the sound of nancy and robin talking as they walked toward the front door. something nancy said must have been funny, because you both heard a melodic laugh that you knew without a doubt belonged to robin. you couldn't control the smile that crept its way onto your face, which steve was quick to notice, and it made his heart swell.

"do you trust me?" he asked, turning to walk toward the front of the trailer. you felt dread seep into your skin again, but you knew deep down that steve would never betray your trust. you took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly before nodding.

"i trust you." you told him hesitantly, and that was all he needed to hear. before you knew it, steve was jogging back to the front door and your heart began to race again. what if this ruins everything? what if robin thinks you're weird? what if she doesn't even like girls? lightheadedness began to overtake you, so you sat on the grass and leaned your back against the trailer, silently waiting for the scariest moment of your life to finally arrive.

by the time steve made it back to the living room, robin was about to sit down on the couch next to nancy. he motioned for her to come talk to him by the door and, surprisingly, dustin didn't have another outburst at the sight of robin immediately gravitating toward steve. steve didn't even get a single word out before robin was speaking frenetically.

"she isn't here?" robin's voice sounded dejected and defeated, like her hopes had been crushed right in front of her. "i thought she was... well, i mean i thought we were all hanging out tonight. is she okay?" she sounded legitimately worried, and steve sensed a familiar ache in her voice that he'd heard in yours just moments ago.

"she's here, actually. she's out back." steve replied quietly, and robin looked through the front window and sighed nervously.

"it's freezing out there. what if she gets sick?" she pondered anxiously, as if you were a fragile flower that couldn't handle a little bit of frost. steve chuckled to himself.

"she needs to talk to you, rob." he told her, and robin's eyes widened with anxiety.

"me? why? did i do something wrong?" robin's voice was shaking slightly, and steve quickly assured her that nothing bad was going to happen.

"do you trust me?" he asked, looking down to meet her eyes. "you know i would never put you in a bad situation, robin." she knew he was right. steve was her best friend, and she knew he'd never do anything that would hurt her. she took a deep breath and nodded.

"where did you say she was?" she asked, inwardly cursing the way her voice shook.

steve pointed outside. "she's around back. big goofy grin, you won't miss her."

robin chuckled to herself as she walked outside and closed the door behind her before mumbling to herself. "i sure won't."

you were sitting in the grass playing with your fingers when you noticed robin turning the corner. as soon as your eyes met you shot up, your nerves already pounding inside your head. as she approached you, you clutched your hands together and tried your best to will them to stop trembling. when she was directly in front of you, she looked down and noticed your hands shaking, feeling her heart sink at how cold you must be.

"look at you, you're probably freezing out here." she gently scolded you, sliding her own jacket off her arms and handing it to you. you looked at her hesitantly and she persisted. "please put it on. i don't want you to get sick out here."

"thanks, rob." your voice was hardly a whisper as you pulled her jacket over your arms and zipped it up. it smelled like her. it was warm. you cursed yourself for nearly getting lost in your thoughts again. robin sat on the ground and patted the grass beside her, beckoning you to sit with her.

"steve said you needed to talk to me?" she questioned as you lowered yourself onto the cold earth beside her. you felt your chest tighten at her words, anxiety coursing through your veins.

robin must have noticed how tense you were, because she reached her hand out to touch your knee, having no idea that the contact would only cause the fog in your mind to become even more palpable. you felt your throat dry out and you tried to look anywhere but robin's worried eyes, opting to stare at the grass beneath your feet instead.

"hey, whatever it is i'm sure it'll be okay." robin squeezed your knee gently. "you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. i'm sure steve is just being silly." you shook your head and she tilted her own to the side in a questioning look.

"he's not being silly. he's just looking out for me, i guess, but i'm too much of a coward to fix my own problems." you mumbled, and it took robin a second to decipher what you had said. she shook her head and lowered herself to meet your eyes. "i'm a coward." you finished, chuckling dryly.

"why would you think that?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion and concern. you were intensely aware of her face mere inches from yours, and your heart felt like it was about to burst. robin looked at you patiently, allowing you to collect your thoughts. you drew in a shuddering breath before speaking lowly.

"there's this ache inside my chest, robin. i don't know how to make it stop. it's like it's been there since the day i was born." you began, unsure of where you were planning to go. robin listened closely, taking your words to heart. "it's like it's as much a part of me as my soul is. it's like i have to hide from everyone around me, including myself. i can't even look at myself in the mirror because all i see is someone who runs from every single one of their problems." you were talking so quickly you barely had time to gasp for air in between your words.

"you don't have to hide from me. you never have to hide from me." robin spoke softly, moving to instead sit on her knees in front of you. "life can be so fucking scary sometimes, and i know that. trust me, i definitely know that." her voice was so quiet that you almost believed you were imagining it. slowly, she reached out her hands to hold your trembling ones, moving so carefully it was like she was afraid you would break. the moment her fingers met yours, it was like your whole world came collapsing down all at once.

fresh tears began pooling in your eyes, blinding you, and robin was quick to notice. she gently released your hands, and instead moved to hold your face in her palms. you instinctively tried to raise your hands to your face in an attempt to hide, but her elbows stopped you. she shook her head and frowned.

"please don't hide from me. i want to help you so badly. i know that even though i'm..." she paused for a moment, evidently beginning to get emotional. she took a deep breath to steady herself and continued. "even though i'm not good at so many things, please at least let me try." by the time she finished speaking, her voice was barely above a choked whisper. it was dark outside but you were sure you saw tears running down her rosy cheeks.

now it was your turn to reach your hands out, wiping her her cheeks with your thumbs and finally raising your gaze to find her eyes already locked on yours. instantly you felt your face heating up, a stark contrast to the chilly air around you. you almost wanted to get up and run away, but something about the look in robin's eyes kept you cemented in place. you wanted to speak, but no words would come. finally, robin broke the silence.

"your eyes are so pretty." her voice was nearly inaudible, almost like it was a secret only meant for herself. she looked at you like she was lost in thought, much like you had been just moments ago. she seemed to realize what she'd said because, seconds later, she was stuttering and stumbling her way through an unexpected apology.

"god, i'm sorry. that probably sounded, like, super weird." her face was getting rosier by the second. you could tell she wanted to run away, too, so you pondered for a moment before opening your mouth to speak.

"your freckles are... pretty." you were shocked at the sound of your own voice, not to mention the fact that you just said that to robin's face. her eyes went wide in disbelief, and you decided to just go big or go home. "you're really pretty, actually. not just your freckles." you must have looked terrified, because robin began rubbing comforting circles against your cheeks with her thumbs. she was almost speechless.

almost.

"you... you think i'm pretty?" her voice sounded far away, your mind far too occupied with the constellations scattered across robin's face. "actually pretty?" you snapped back to reality at the shakiness in robin's voice. her eyes were misty, but even in the dimly lit backyard you couldn't miss the way her deep blue eyes looked like oceans. usually you were terrified of the ocean, afraid that it would swallow you up and drag you down into its depths. robin's ocean eyes made you feel safe and secure and serene. it was in those eyes that you found the courage to speak.

"so beautiful." your voice was soft, like you were dreaming and didn't want to wake yourself up. your anxiety from moments ago was almost entirely melted away, replaced with calm admiration. robin was a good person. she would never look at you differently or treat you differently if you opened up to her. of this you were certain.

robin shakily let out a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding. she gathered up all the courage she possibly could and brought a finger up to gently pull a stand of hair behind your ear. she took a long breath and decided now was as good a time as any.

"can i kiss you?" robin almost regretted the words the second they fell past her lips. you could have sworn you were hearing things. your mind was racing again, unsure of how to respond. robin's anxiety seemed to get the best of her, because a few seconds later she was on her feet and pacing around in front of you. with her hands in her hair, she began apologizing profusely.

"god, what is wrong with me? fuck, i am so sorry. i can't believe i just said that. you probably think i'm some weirdo now, and you probably don't even wanna be friends with me anymore." her words were moving faster than a bullet. you were sitting in the grass, completely stunned, but when robin started to panic and walk away, you knew you had to do something quickly.

you were on your feet in a heartbeat, catching up with robin and gently grabbing her wrist. when she turned to face you, your heart shattered at the fear on her face. her bottom lip was trembling and she looked like she was about to say something. before she could apologize again, you broke the silence.

"robin, you are hands down the most beautiful person i have ever met in my entire life. you're kind and smart and funny, and you're so talented; it blows my mind. you're amazing." your voice was much louder than you had anticipated, emotion dripping from every word. robin looked at you like you had just come down from the heavens above. you took a step closer, reaching down to hold her hands in yours. lowering your voice, you concluded. "you're perfect."

"perfect? you think i'm perfect?" her voice sounded incredulous. you gave her a small nod and her lip started to quiver again. you carefully released her hands and instead rested your palms on either side of her neck. at first, robin had no idea what to do with her hands, so she awkwardly held them between the two of you. when you noticed them and giggled, she finally gathered the courage to rest her hands on your waist. her head felt floaty, but she chalked it up to whatever this moment was. you looked at the way she was trying not to smile and sighed contently.

"i think i'll take that kiss now." you heard your voice before you felt it, but you weren't complaining. robin was stunned, frozen in place for a few seconds. your thumbs rubbing circles on her jawline brought her back to reality. this was happening. as if on autopilot, robin stepped forward and leaned down, closing the gap between you.

the moment your lips met was like everything you'd ever dreamed it would be. the kiss itself wasn't anything hugely dramatic. there were no firework explosions or bursts of passion like in the movies. robin's kiss was short, but that felt right. everything with robin felt right.

pulling away was the hardest part, your lips suddenly aware of the icy chill in the air. the look on robin's face? now that was the best part. her cheeks were the deepest shade of pink you'd ever seen them, and her eyes creased from how big her smile was. her hands moved to the small of your back as she spoke.

"holy shit, i just kissed you. you kissed me? we kissed?" her voice was absolutely elated, and you couldn't stop the huge smile that was forming on your face. robin was almost in her own world for a moment, excitedly drumming her hands on your back and dancing around like no one was watching.

but you were watching.

and robin was okay with that.

after she calmed down a bit, you suggested going back inside so that everyone knew the two of you didn't just vanish. really you just wanted to get robin inside so she wouldn't freeze to death, seeing as how she continuously refused to take her jacket back. she persisted that your warmth was far more important than hers, and she wasn't about to lose that argument.

as you approached the front door of eddie's trailer, robin reached down and held your hand in hers. you looked at her cautiously, but she just squeezed your hand and nodded. she was ready. she didn't feel the need to hide anymore, and neither did you. you were in this together, and that gave you the strength to finally open the door and face everyone.

not even a second after the two of you entered, steve was already up and walking over to you. he engulfed both of you in a hug until you weren't sure you could breathe anymore. when he backed away, steve harrington was crying. he sucked in a short breath and spoke.

"finally, you guys." he laughed, clearly trying to downplay how emotional he was getting. you and robin saw right through his facade, and you tugged him over for another hug. "i just want my best friends to be happy, you know? want what's best for you guys." steve excused himself to the couch, chugging down the rest of his water and insisting that he was not crying.

"you two love doves finally have a talk or what?" eddie's voice rang out, while nancy just looked at the two of you with a huge grin on her face. robin was swinging your hand in hers, smile wide and eyes bright. she nodded excitedly and eddie smiled warmly. "good. about damn time, too."

"don't think i'm third wheeling, you guys. you're still stuck with me, so don't try and get rid of me." nancy chimed in, her eyes full of amusement. eddie and steve chuckled quietly.

"we wouldn't dream of it, nance. you're always gonna be our best friend." robin gave her a heartfelt look. you nodded your head in agreement and smiled. steve sniffled and spoke up.

"i'm your best friend." he raised his hand, pretending to be offended. you and robin chuckled, and steve just gave a toothy grin.

suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. dustin waltzed into the living room and plopped down onto the couch, oblivious to everything that had just happened. he noticed the weight in the room and did a quick glance around. it didn't take long for him to notice robin's hand tangled in yours. he scanned over everyone in the room, paying especially close attention to steve.

"uhh... what's going on? what did i miss?" dustin asked with a quizzical expression on his face. robin just laughed.

"i'm gay, dustin." robin spoke with so much confidence that steve had to will himself to not cry again. you looked up at her and smiled, squeezing her hand.

"yeah, me too." you added, chuckling to yourself at the bewildered look on dustin's face, while steve cried for the second time that night. eddie and nancy looked just as amused as you. dustin's eyes crinkled into a smile as he finally connected all the dots, steve's words finally making sense to him.

"that's awesome, you guys." dustin's cheesy smile was clearly evident in his voice, and it made you smile even more.

so as you and robin settled onto the couch beside nancy, and robin absentmindedly wrapped her arm around you while laughing at one of steve's corny jokes, you looked around the room at your favorite people in the entire world and thought to yourself: there is no place i would rather be.

(a/n: this is my first fic that i've actually finished in almost three years!! i might be a little rusty, but i'm really proud of this one and i really hope you enjoyed reading. feedback is always immensely appreciated, as well as any constructive advice anyone might have. thank you for giving my fic a chance <3)

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Chapter 7: Department Of Energy

Raining Hellfire Series | Season One

Word Count: 5,733 words.

Warnings: Swearing, flashbacks to past trauma, being chased, fighting, mentions of blood, mentions of death/ killing, hopper being amazing ofc

[A/N: reader finally spending more time with the kids which means that I haven't been able to add eddie to this, I hope that's okay]

Department Of Energy

Your legs ached but you didn’t care.

You had decided to head straight to the Wheeler’s house, not knowing where the party would be. It seemed the best place to start. It wasn’t until you turned the corner onto their street that the radio spat out at you again.

“They’re… Eleven!…. Know… Answer!” You couldn’t hear the words over the static but you knew it was Lucas. What if he found it? “….son of a bitch!” Yep, definitely Lucas. You went to respond when another voice spoke through.

“Lucas, if you can hear us, slow down. We can’t understand you.” Mike. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief. They were okay.

“Yes, I copy! Do you? They know about Eleven! The bad men are coming! All of them! Do you hear me? The bad men are coming!”

Your celebration was premature. Lucas’ words were proven true when a dozen vans rounded the corner in front of you. They looked like repair vehicles. No one needed that many repair vehicles. Fuck.

You pedalled faster. You were closer in distance to the house but your wheels were nothing compared to theirs.

They got there first, exiting the vans quickly and efficiently. You stopped, panting from the exercise. They were headed to the back of the house.

You took a different route, one you knew was quicker. You sped along the back of your house and saw 3 figures enter your view.

“Guys!” You yelled, “They’re-”

You’re warning was cut short when you finally stopped behind them. You looked to the right and saw men stood, staring at the party. One man in particular was staring at Eleven.

“Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!” Dustin shouted and they started pedalling their own bikes.

“Y/n! Come on!” He yelled at you when he noticed you hadn’t moved.

The man’s focus had shifted to you and you couldn’t look away. He was much older, his white hair showing his age. And his face… how did you know that face?

“Y/N!” They all screamed, getting your attention.

You finally picked up your leg and slammed it onto the pedal, steering yourself away in the direction of the boys and El. As soon as you did so, the men sprinted back to the vans.

You made your way onto the road, making sure to stay behind the kids in case the vans caught up to you.

“Dustin! Mike! Y/n? Do you copy?” Lucas tried contacting you, his voice blaring through the radio you had taped to your bike.

“We’re here!” You shouted into the radio.

“What’s going on?”

“Yeah, Lucas, they’re on us!” Dustin replied through his head set. You remember when the others had made fun of it when he first showed it to everyone, saying that he wouldn’t ever need it. They were clearly wrong.

“Where are you?”

“Cornwalls.” You said. It had taken you ages to learn the street names.

“Meet me at Elm and Cherry!”

“Copy. Elm and Cherry!” Dustin shouted out, alerting Mike of the plan.

You all headed towards the other street, thinking you were in the clear until the vans resurfaced, following from behind you.

“Shit!” You and Dustin yelled simultaneously.

“This way come on!”

You weren’t expecting a high speed chase with the party when you woke up this morning. It was killing your legs and seemingly almost killing children when you all biked though a small playground, Dustin yelling at them to move.

“Lucas!” You breathed as the boy appeared next to you and you all came to a quick halt. This all would have been avoided if I just had a damn car, you thought, clutching your side.

“Where are they?”

“I don’t know.” “I think we lost them.”

“Oh, don’t say that, Dustin, you’re gonna jinx-” Your warning was interrupted with the sounds of tires screeching towards you. “Move!”

“Go, go, go, go, go!”

“Shit!” You yelled as a van drove towards you all.

With the vans closing in and Dustin screaming, you barely noticed El draw her focus onto the van in front of you. Before you knew it, the van suddenly flipped into the air and landing just behind you to block the others. The impact caused your bike to wobble but you remained upright, pushing on further.

You all rode on, glancing at eachother in stunned silence. All you’ve ever seen the girl do is close a door.

“Holy… holy shit!” Dustin finally spoke as you all dismounted your bikes in an abandoned junk yard. “Did... did you see what she did to that van?”

“No, Dustin, we missed it.” Mike said, catching his breath.

“Yeah, I barely noticed the 3 tonne van flying over my head.” You collapsed to the ground, stretching your leg. It felt like you may have bled through the bandage again.

“I mean that was…” Dustin stammered, stunned.

“Awesome.” Lucas let out a breath as El turned to him. “That was awesome.”

“Everything I said about you being a traitor and stuff…” He said to the girl, still trying to catch his breath, “I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

You smiled as he apologised.

“Friends… friends don’t lie.” El said quietly. “I’m sorry too.”

“Me too.” Mike chimed in. He held his hand out to Lucas. They just stared at eachother for a while.

“Oh my god, just shake already, please.” You pleaded, Dustin joining you.

“Kids, am I right?” He shook his head, turning to you.

“No.”

“Oh-kay.” He nodded, standing back up and making you chuckle.

They finally shook, smiling.

“Cool, cool. Now that’s out of the way… what now?” You asked them. You were technically the adult here but you hadn’t been spending as much time as you wanted with them lately. You didn’t know what they may have discovered.

“I know where the gate is.” Lucas stated, searching the ground and collecting a few things from nature.

He sat on the ground and started placing them into a map. You all crowded around.

“This is Randolph Road, right here.” He pointed to the floor, mapping it out clearly for you all and it slowly began taking shape in your minds. “The fence starts here, and goes all the way around. And this is the lab right here. The gate's gotta be in there somewhere. It's gotta be.”

“Well, who owns Hawkins Lab?” Dustin looked at you, expecting you to know.

“The sign says ‘Department of Energy’.” Lucas shrugged.

“The government.” You nodded. There was a base similar in California. They also tried to disguise it as something else. “Military.”

“Then why does it say ‘Energy’?”

“Because they don’t want people poking around.” You answered.

“It’s military.” Mike said, agreeing with you, “My dad’s told me before.”

“Y/n and Mike are right. There’s soldiers out front.” Lucas shared.

“Do they make, like, lightbulbs or something?” Dustin asked, still confused by the name.

“Yes, Dustin. The government are making lightbulbs that need to be guarded by the military.” You sighed. He simply shoved your shoulder in response.

“No, they make weapons… to fight the Russians, and commies and stuff.” Mike said. You wondered what stories Mr Wheeler had told him.

“Weapons.” Lucas’ eyes widened.

“Oh, Jesus, this is bad.” Dustin panicked.

“Exactly what I’ve been thinking since this all began.” You sighed, rubbing your temple from the stress.

“The place is like a fortress.”

You started to hear a rumbling noise in the distance. You looked around before deciphering that it was above you. Squinting against the sun, you saw a distant shape in the blue space. Shit.

“Helicopter!” You say, pushing the children toward the empty bus, getting them to grab their bikes and shove them underneath, out of view.

“It’s stuck!” Dustin panicked as everyone persisted him to go.

“Here!” You ran up to them, giving it a strong kick into it’s hiding slot, ignoring the pain that shot up your leg. “Go, go, go!” You began pushing them onto the bus.

You all sprinted in, ducking your heads and hiding yourselves as best as you could. You were closest to the door, eager to alert them if anyone else showed up.

“Mental.” Dustin commented as you heard the helicopter hover over you.

“Mike? Are you there? Mike?”

Nancy.

“Did you hear that?”

“Pass me the radio.” You said, basically demanding. Mike shuffled through his bag since your own radio was still attached to your bike.

“Mike, are you there? Answer.”

You stared at the radio in your hand. You were ready to answer it straight away but were struck by the thought that it might not be who you think it is. Or someone else may be listening.

“Is that your sister?” Lucas asked Mike.

“This is an emergency, Mike. Do you copy?”

You bring the radio closer to your mouth, preparing to speak.

“Don’t answer.” Mike startled you, trying to pull the radio from you.

“She said it was an emergency.” Lucas said, concerned that his sister was reaching out to him.

“What if it's a trick?” He voiced your own thoughts.

“It’s your sister!”

“What if the bad people kidnapped her?”

“Someone could be listening in.” You suggested, making them all go quiet.

“It's like Lando Calrissian. Don't answer.” Dustin theorised.

“Listen, kid, this is the chief. If you’re there, pick up. We know you're in trouble and we know about the girl.” Hopper’s voice blared through the static radio.

“Why is she with the chief?”

“How the hell does he know about…”

“We can protect you, we can help you, but you gotta pick up...Are you there? Do you copy? Over.”

“It’s okay.” You finally said, pulling the radio towards you.

“What?”

“Guys. It’s Hopper. We can trust him.” You were met with a few disbelieving looks. “I know for a fact that this man would find a way of warning us if he was being forced to do this.”

You had met Hopper when you first arrived in Hawkins. Since you were being transported by police to make sure you’d actually arrive, he had to take over and drive you to your new home. He was quiet at first but saw how nervous you looked. He made you ride with him in the front of the car and he actually let you talk. And he believed you. It was the first time anyone had actually listened to you. It built trust between you both.

“Any objections?” Mike asked the group. When you were met with silence, you took a deep breath and answered.

“We copy.” You spoke, relieved that the chief was there, “It’s Y/n. I’m with the others. We’re all here.”

You arrived in Indiana a day later. Sitting in the back of a police car, officers escorted you to the border of Hawkins.

‘WELCOME TO HAWKINS’ the sign read and you sighed. Now it all felt real.

The car stopped at the sign. You looked out of the window, confused.

“Why did we stop here?” You ask. One of the officers just rolled his eyes, looking to his partner.

“Waiting for the sheriff.” The other replied bluntly, not even bothering to look at you through the mirror.

You slumped back into your seat, shivering slightly. It was very cold here.

Soon enough, a truck came towards you in the distance, parking just in front of the car. A man exited the vehicle, prompting the officers to join him. You were left in the back of the car, wishing you could read lips. Then, with a nod, the sheriff came to your side of the car, opening the door and leaning down.

“Hey, kid. I’m Chief Hopper. I’m going to be driving you to your home.” He said, a smile appearing below his thick moustache. He wasn’t exactly a large man but he wasn’t small either. You hesitated for a second before shuffling out of the car. You didn’t exactly have a choice.

“Not my home.” You muttered quietly. He put a hand on your shoulder and led you to the truck, opening the passenger door for you.

“Those fellas treat you alright?” He asked, eyeing the officers after you had settled into his truck. He reversed back onto the road and you watched the sign fade away.

“Fine.” You said, leaning your arm below the window to rest your head, staring at the trees that passed.

“You’re a talkative one.” He commented sarcastically, glancing between you and the road.

“What’s the point?” You whispered, not expecting him to hear you.

“Listen kid, I know this must be hard for you-”

“No. You don’t get it.” You replied, looking to him with blurry eyes, “Everything was just ripped away from me. My family. My friends. My god damn home and now… now I’m alone. Because no one wants to listen to me.”

“I’ll listen.” He shrugged, turning the wheel to enter the town you never wanted to live in. His eyes looked sad, like he understood exactly what you were talking about.

“Yeah, right.” You scoffed, returning to your arm.

“What have you got to lose?”

You thought about it for a while. This man didn’t know you, he only knew what the officers had told him. Considering you had nothing left… he was right. You had nothing to lose.

“I didn’t kill her.” You spoke quietly, unsure if the words had even left your mouth before he sighed.

“I know.” He replied, his face unreadable.

“What?” You turned your head to face him, eyebrows scrunching your forehead.

“Look, I’ve dealt with killers before. And you, kid, are not a killer.”

It took you a second to take it in. Someone you just met actually believed you.

“So, what really happened?” He raised his eyebrow at you, a soft expression laying beneath his hat.

“It’s a long story.” You sighed.

“I’ve got time.”

“Will you stop pacing?” Mike asked, irritated at Dustin’s current stressed state.

“It’s been way to long.” He said, ignoring Mike’s plea, “Do you know what? Maybe you're right. Maybe this is all a trap and the bad men are coming to get us right now!”

“It’s not a trap. Why would the chief set us up?” Lucas reasoned. “Nancy, maybe, but the chief?”

“It’s fine! Lucas is right… Hopper wouldn’t do that.” You agreed, keeping your focus on the area outside of the window.

“Lando Calrissian.” Dustin stated.

“Would you shut up about Lando?” You and Lucas argued. Dustin’s stress was like a virus now.

“I don't feel good about this. I don't feel good about this!”

“Uh… guys.” You were ignored as you tried to bring their attention to the shape driving towards your location.

“When do you feel good about anything?!”

“Guys!” You shouted over them and the sound of a vehicle approaching finally caught their attention.

“Shit!” They had all crowded to the front of the bus to confirm their suspicions while you quickly grabbed them by their clothing and pulled them away.

“Hide, you idiots!” You hissed.

“You think they saw us?” Lucas asked.

“Yes!” You complained, shaking your head in disbelief, “You are all terrible at laying low!”

“Both of you, shut up.” Mike demanded and you listened out for any hints of what was happening outside. You could clearly hear footsteps approaching.

“Shit.” You breathed quietly and they all turned to look at you when they heard it too.

You took a deep breath and began making your way to the doors, hushed protests sounding behind you.

“Stay here.” You whispered, grabbing a metal pole that had broken off from the rusted bus and crouching by the door, ready to attack.

From where you were currently positioned, you could see about 3 men. The odds weren’t in your favour but your father’s forced fighting lessons were about to make an appearance.

One of the men was getting closer, noticing the bikes you had stashed under the bus earlier. He slowly made his way to the door. You saw his hand pry it open and you readied yourself, hearing a breath hitch behind you.

As soon as he peered in, you swung the pole directly to his face, knocking him backwards. A few gasps sounded from the bus but the sound of shuffling outside led you to sprint outside and swing the bar at the mystery guest.

Hopper caught it in one hand, eyes wide. You looked at him apologetically as the two other men ruined the reunion. With a quiet nod to eachother, you each took on a man. Hopper was much bigger built than you, able to use his strength to his advantage whilst you relied on your weapon. Jabbing the pole into the man’s side, you quickly brought it up and struck it down to his back when he doubled over, seeing an opening to bring your knee to his face fast and hard, just like your father taught you. He grunted, buckling to the ground unconscious.

You stared at him for a while, not fully comprehending what you just did. A small stain was spotted on the metal pole and you dropped it, backing away. When you turned around you saw Hopper staring at you with a look you just couldn’t read. Instead of speaking, you just pointed to the bus, panting slightly. He gave a swift nod and climbed through.

“Let’s go!” You heard him say. You were already heading to his truck.

Hopper drove you all to the Byers’ home. When you had arrived, Nancy had run out to hug her brother, letting him know how worried she was. It was a sweet moment between them. It stung a little. One day, you’d be able to see your sister again. That was all that kept you going.

“Y/n!” Jonathan rushed to you, pulling you into a hug. You hesitated in surprise before returning his gesture. “You really need to stop running off.”

“And miss you being worried about me?” You laughed, smiling at your friend.

You kept your smile as you turned to Nancy before it dropped. She glanced between the two of you, not returning the smile, and shifted her focus to the girl she’d never met before.

“Is that my dress?” She noticed, confused.

“You weren’t using it.” Mike commented, leading El inside the house.

Hopper walked up and stood beside you, looking down to you. “Wanna explain what’s going on?”

“It’s a long-” You began, changing your mind when Hopper raised his brow, “Fine. But I’ll need a paper plate and a pen.”

You waltzed inside and soon enough you were all sat down as you explained the Upside Down theory.

“Get it?” You looked around and were met with lost looks on everyone’s faces. “Mike, you explain it.” You sighed, handing the paper to the boy next to you.

“Okay, so, in this example, we're the acrobat. Will and Barbara, and that monster, they're this flea. And this is the Upside Down, where Will is hiding.” He explained, everyone slowly beginning to nod along.

“Basically what I said.” You shrugged, Dustin patting your shoulder in solidarity.

“Y/n said the only way to get there is through a rip of time and space.” Mike continued, looking to you for confirmation.

“A gate.”

“That we tracked to Hawkins Lab.”

“With our compasses.”

Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy just stared blankly at you all.

“Okay, so the gate has a really strong electromagnetic field…” You began.

“...and that can change the directions of a compass needle.” Dustin finished and you nodded.

“Is this gate underground?” Hopper asked, leaning in from his chair.

“Yes.” Eleven answered that time.

“Near a large water tank.” He asked again. You spun your head to him. He was asking like it was from memory.

“Yes.”

“How- How do you know all that?” Dustin stuttered.

“He’s seen it.” Mike realised.

“You went into the building, didn’t you.” You looked up at Hopper. He gave you a slight nod, not meeting your eyes. Was he hiding something from you?

“Is there any way that you could…” Joyce spoke up, looking at the little girl, “that you could reach Will? That you could talk to him in this-”

“The Upside Down.”

“Down. Yeah.” She whispered. She just wanted her son back.

El nodded, Joyce releasing a sigh of hope.

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

El nodded again and you looked down. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you wouldn’t like what she found. You had spent so long praying for Barb to be alive, for her to be safe. But you saw what the Demogorgon was capable of. You just didn’t want to admit it.

As they set up everything for El to… do whatever it is that she does, you stepped away quietly, sneaking out of the door. The fresh air filled your lungs and you ran both your hands through your hair. You sat down on the step, stretching out your leg.

Since you were alone, you could inspect the wound you’d been hiding. After rolling up your jean leg, you saw a faint red mark soak into the bandage.

“Fuck.” You whispered, wincing as you gently touched the patch. Your fingers now marked with blood, you stared at them. And then it felt like you stopped breathing.

“The blood.” You quickly stood, staring into the trees.

You combed back through your memory, remembering the night the Demogorgon took Barb. She had cut her finger. Blood in the pool, you realised.

When you were in the Upside Down, it didn’t leave you alone until Nancy started yelling. Whatever pulled you through the gate had left your leg bleeding.

You started to panic. The Demogorgon was tracking by blood, by sense, by smell. If your leg hadn’t stopped bleeding since you left… you were next.

“Y/n!”

You jumped, almost falling off the step from the sound.

“Dustin?” You breath a sigh of relief, clutching at the pounding in your chest.

“Sorry. Are you okay?” He asked, taking in your tensed state.

“Yeah. What’s up?” You straightened, moving towards the boy.

“I have a science question.” He looked up at you.

“...Okay?”

“Well since you’re smart now, I thought you’d know. Or I could just call Mr Clarke but it’s kinda late so I don’t know if I should-”

“What’s the question, Dustin?” Interrupting his little rant, you placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling slightly and kneeling to reach his height. You ignored the shooting pain in your leg.

“Do you know anything about sensory deprivation tanks? Specifically how to build one?” He added quickly.

“I assume it’s for El.” You said, glancing at the front door.

“She needs it to find Will. And Barb.”

“Okay, let me think.” You stood, pacing a little. You finally stopped, turning to Dustin with a thought. “Does Joyce own a kiddie pool?”

Dustin’s face lit up and he ran inside. You stood confused for a moment before he ran back outside, grabbed your hand and pulled you with him. He didn’t let go until you were in the kitchen, surrounded by everyone else. They all looked at you curiously.

“Do you still have that kiddie pool we bobbed for apples in?” Dustin asked Joyce, slightly too excited.

“I think so. Yeah.” She replied, looking at Jonathan for confirmation.

“Okay. Then we just need salt. Lots of it.” You nodded. You were finally getting to use all of the knowledge your parents had deemed as ‘useless’.

“How much is ‘lots’?” Hopper asked.

“1500 pounds.” You winced, realising that people don’t usually have that much salt just laying around in their house.

“Well, where are we gonna get that much salt?” Nancy questioned you, a little harshly.

“Well, I don’t know!” You sighed, raising your voice slightly. You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to come up with a solution. “The only time anyone has that much salt is when they’re trying to keep the snow away. Like- like shops and-”

“Schools.” You and Hopper both said, looking at eachother.

“I guess we better get to the Middle School.” Joyce gave a nod, pushing her chair away.

No one argued, grabbing bags and equipment they might need. You walked outside, waiting by Hopper’s truck. You leant against the door, relieving your leg of some pain.

“You okay?” Jonathan asked. He was holding the box containing the pool you needed.

“Fine.” You tried to smile but when you shifted to greet him, you unintentionally put weight on your leg.

“No, you’re not. Just… wait a second.” He ran over to his car, dumping the box in the trunk and returning to you.

“Seriously, Jonathan…” You complained as he pointed to your leg. You could tell that he wasn’t going to stop until you showed him what happened.

Reluctantly, you reached down and started pulling on your jean leg, revealing the blood stained bandage wrapped around your calf.

“Shit.” He whispered, looking back up at you. “When-”

“That night.” You whispered back, “When that thing dragged me in there… it wasn’t exactly nice about it.”

“You need to-”

“No. I’m taking care of it. I’m cleaning the wound, taking medication. I’ve got it sorted, I promise.”

“Then at least-” “I’m staying.” You finalised, stepping forward, “You’re gonna need me, okay? Just trust me. I’m stronger than I look.”

Jonathan sighed in frustration, looking back to see everyone exit the house and make their way to the vehicles.

“Fine.” He finally replied, whispering so they didn’t overhear, “But if it gets worse…”

“You’ll be the first to know.” You smiled.

“You know, I always thought I’d want a sister. I’m starting to rethink that.” He chuckled as you punched his shoulder.

“How dare you, you’d be lucky to have me as a sister.” You laughed.

“Let’s get going.” Hopper called out, already getting into the truck.

Lucas, Mike and El opted to ride with Hopper, climbing into the back and leaving you the passenger side. You watched as Jonathan joined the others at his own car, jumping in the driver’s seat.

You didn’t miss the look Nancy gave you before she claimed her seat.

“Hey, wait. It’s not gonna snow next week, is it?” Jonathan asks as he grabs another salt bag from Hopper, grunting from the weight as he passes it to you.

“Worst case, no school.” Hopper sighs, passing another bag.

“I think snow is the least of our worries right now.” You groaned, dropping a bag next to you.

“Even if we find Will in there…” Jonathan started, catching the bags Hopper threw at him. “What are we gonna do about that thing?”

“Kill it, hopefully.” You reply. Your arms were getting a much needed work out right now.

“We're not gonna do anything.” Hopper replied, continuing with the pace you currently had set. You dropped another bag, looking to him in exasperation.

“What? We need to-”

“I don't want you anywhere near this, all right?” He looked at you for a second before shaking his head and picking up another bag.

“Too late.” You muttered under your breath.

“Y/n’s right. How do you expect us not to do anything about something that is trying to take away the people we love?” Jonathan spoke up, slowing his movements.

“Your mom's been through enough already.” Hopper sighed, done with the conversation.

“He’s my brother.”

“Listen to me. I'm gonna find him. All right?” Hopper stopped and turned to your friend, grabbing his shoulder. “You gotta trust me on this. I am going to find him.”

When Hopper returned to unloading the salt bags, Jonathan just shook his head in disbelief. But you believed him. You understood that Hopper would do anything to make sure that boy came home alive.

“That’s the lot.” Hopper finally said and you all let out groans of relief.

You quickly stretched your arms before you all got to work.

You were appointed the director of this whole thing since you knew what you were doing. You needed to fill the pool at the right temperature, instructing Nancy on which taps to use.

Hopper made quick work of adding in the salt with Jonathan. Dustin tested the waters with an egg and when it finally floated, it was all ready for El step in.

“Ready?” Joyce asked the girl. El nodded, placing the black-out glasses over her eyes and stepping into the pool.

You watched as her body floated and held your breath. She looked so familiar…

The sirens. The fear. The body floating in the pool… it was all your fault. IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT.

The lights of the gym started flickering viciously, snapping you out of your memory haze. You shook off the panic that threatened to erupt from your chest, focusing on the little girl currently trying to find your friends.

You watched as El’s breathing quickened. She had seen something. The hairs on your arm stood suddenly and it felt like your heart was going to leap through your throat. You didn’t know how you knew, but Barb was dead.

“What’s going on?” Nancy looked to Jonathan who was just as confused as she was.

“Is Barb okay? Is she okay?” Nancy asked the girl frantically. She looked to you, freezing when a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Gone! Gone!” El screamed over and over, crying.

Nancy held her hand over her mouth, tears spilling.

“It’s okay. It's okay. It's okay.” Joyce held onto El, comforting her as she struggled in the water. “It's okay, we're right here. We're right here, honey.”

She kept repeating as the girl physically calmed herself, still searching.

“Castle Byers.” Eleven uttered. It caught everyone’s attention.

Castle Byers was a place Will showed you once. It was his very own safe space that he wanted to share with you one day when you had a panic attack. He was trying to help you.

“Will.” She spoke again. Joyce almost cried, a gasp leaving her mouth.

“You tell him... tell him I'm coming. Mom is coming.”

El nodded in silence. You saw the relief wash over Jonathan. He was alive.

hurry

The voice echoed in your mind. Will. You looked around in shock to everyone else. But no one else reacted. Like they didn’t hear it...

“Hurry.” His voice echoed through the radio. Everyone heard it that time, silently celebrating.

“Okay. Listen, you tell him to… to stay where he is.” Joyce instructed. “We're coming. We're coming, okay? We're coming, honey.” She was crying now, wanting nothing more than to be holding her son in her arms.

A chill went down your spine as the small hairs on your neck started to raise, fear flooding your senses. In your mind there echoed a low growl, one you had heard before.

You searched the gym frantically with your eyes, trying to find the creature that was back to claim its prey. But there wasn’t anything lurking in the darkness. You drifted your gaze to the pool, seeing that El had begun to panic too. It wasn’t here. It was there.

A loud gasp escaped El’s mask as she woke up, sitting up in the pool and throwing away the glasses, clinging onto Joyce’s arms for comfort.

“Oh, okay, okay.” Joyce repeated, holding the little girl. “I’ve got you. I got you, honey. You did so good.”

El cried, pulling Joyce closer. You were still in tears, trying to process what just happened. You swore you could feel it here, creeping up on you. How is that possible?

The first panic attack you ever had was the day before your 14th birthday. The day before everything turned into hell. You don't remember what caused it; possibly the amount of stress your family had thrown onto you.

The first sign was when your hands started shaking. You held them tight to your body, willing them to stop. Then you chest began to feel tighter, restricting air until spots covered your vision. You couldn’t hear, you couldn’t see. The worse it got, the more you panicked until you managed to let out a strangled scream.

The last thing you remembered was the feeling of arms wrapping you into an embrace. You took in a deep breath before fainting, not knowing if you were ever going to wake up.

Part of you hoped you didn’t.

You found Nancy curled up against a wall, silently crying. You said nothing, walking over to her and sliding down the wall beside her, hugging your knees to your chest.

“She’s gone.” Nancy choked, breaking the silence.

“I’m sorry.” You said, placing your arm around her. She leaned in to you, resting her head on your shoulder.

“You knew.” She whispered, “You knew before she even…”

“I just…” You didn’t know how to explain it rationally, “I had a feeling that I- I couldn’t shake. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” Nancy straightened against the wall, turning her head to look at you, matching your teary eyes. You turned away from her, a tear dripping onto your knee.

The sound of a door slamming announced Jonathan walking to you, joining you both by sitting on the other side of Nancy.

“We have to go back to the station.” Nancy broke the silence.

“What?” Jonathan replied, looking to you.

“Your mom and Hopper are just walking in there like bait. That thing is still in there.” Her gaze was glued to the floor.

“We can't just sit here and let it get them, too.” You nodded, understanding what Nancy was thinking.

“We can’t.” Nancy added, her sadness masking the fury inside her.

“You still wanna try it out?” Jonathan asked you both, sighing. You had made a plan. And you were going to stick to it.

“I wanna finish what we started.” Nancy nodded, before looking between you both.

“I want to kill it.”

Soon enough, you had made it to the station. You distracted the officer on duty, asking him obvious questions. Since he recognised you, he chose to humour you, completely oblivious to your friends sneaking into the office and retrieving the weapons they had bought before Jonathan was arrested.

You were nodding along to some explanation that you didn’t care about when Nancy gave you the signal. You excused yourself and walked away, claiming you needed the bathroom.

You drove to the Byers, dumping the box inside and looking at eachother, breathing heavily from the adrenaline. You gave a swift nod, grabbing the box of nails and your bat.

“Let’s kill this fucking thing.”

Chapter 8: Revenge Best Served Cooked ->

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walking-fnaf-encyclopedia · 5 months

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cassidyvictim thoughts/headcanons (which become story-esque so. yeah):

cassidy honestly didnt start off vengeful; they were just.. themself.

but you can only really cry so many tears, especially after more and more and more kids show up and share their stories, the small bits they remember.

it may take years, many years, but for ghosts thats nothing. cassidy doesnt grow spiteful, not really. just…. mad. these are their friends. their friends, who miss their families. miss their lives before this.

they didnt deserve this. none of them did.

cassidy and charlie help them warm up to their afterlife. to their new bodies. cassidy cant do much to help them with controlling their bodies (theirs doesnt move well. or much at all.) so charlie helps them. cassidy lets them talk, hears their distress over everything that happened.

cassidy doesnt really miss anyone. it didnt have friends, really. acquaintances at best. and its family didnt like it. or didnt care for it. michael hated it. elizabeth was too preoccupied with their father - with wanting his attention - to notice it. and its father…..

……

it observes mike, after their father- after williams death. it observed him for quite a while.

it learns why it never saw liz.

it learns more about remnant, and fire, and how the two work.

it does not move on with the others. susie waits for it. charlie does as well.

it does not answer the call to the pizzeria. it tries to warn charlie ahead of time when it finds out. she goes anyways. she trusts henry. hes her dad. of course she trusts him.

when it found out what henry did to charlie, it was frustrated that it couldnt do more.

did william really just get to leave? just like that?

……no. its not letting that happen.

and, god, does it have the strength to dig its claws in keep him here. for as long as it fucking has to.

it brushes off susie and charlies concerns. they stay by its side anyways. their friend needs them, and getting back at william is, admittedly, cathartic. but god, cassidy is wearing itself out.

it wants him to suffer. it doesnt care if theres a price to itself. its grip wont slip until its satisfied.

none of its friends deserved this. it didnt deserve this.

(it knows mike is at fault for its death. it knows all too well. it never could let go of that. but it was so much easier to pretend the man it kept here was at fault, given how much else he was at fault for. how much its friends had hurt.)

charlie and susie are more worried than ever. cassidy gets to a point where it can hardly keep this up.

you can only really stay angry for so many years.

it misses the other kids.

it misses liz.

its so tired.

#x #x chatter #cassidyvictim #fnaf #x rambles #x writes #<-ig #guh #sorry. went insane.#was thinking about this today

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oh-the--places--you-will-go · 7 months

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crAcked: Chapter 2

Characters: Aria Montgomery, Spencer Hastings, Hanna Marin, Emily Fields, Alison DiLaurentis, Mike Montgomery, Byron Montgomery, Ella Montgomery, Darren Wilden, Jenna Marshall, Toby Cavanaugh, Noel Kahn, Ezra Fitz

TW: Grooming, fire, violence, death

Word Count: 1,861

Author's Note: This is a PLL fanfic that I mainly started writing for myself. It's been a hot sec since I've posted chapter 1 but I finally mustered up the motivation to write chapter 2. Enjoy!

In all the chaos of Alison's funeral and that scummy cop, Wilden, vaguely threatening Aria and her friends, the small brunette had almost completely forgotten all about how Ezra Fitz had turned up at Ali's funeral. If Aria hadn't been so damn captivated by him, she might've stopped to ask herself why exactly a teacher that had never even met Alison was attending her funeral services. Sure, maybe he wanted to support his students--especially one student in particular--but still, why attend a funeral for someone you'd never even laid eyes upon?

The two of them had only had a brief moment to talk but the short conversation left Aria with more questions than answers. He'd apologized for "being a jerk" and he'd insisted that he cared about her. While she thought it was sweet, more than anything, it just left her feeling very lost.

So lost, in fact, that she hadn't even heard Spencer at first as they were sitting at the Rosewood Grill after the funeral. "Hello, earth to Aria," the brains of the group said. "Do you think Wilden knows about... You know, the...Jenna thing?" Aria let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through her hair. God, I thought we were fucking done with the Jenna thing, she thought to herself. "I don't know, guys. I mean... How could he know? We all promised to keep it a secret, after all..."

The Jenna thing, as in when the girls accidentally not so accidentally blinded Jenna Marshall, the new girl in town.

When Jenna first got to Rosewood, her long dark hair and her stunning green eyes had gotten everyone's attention. She was gorgeous and the minute Aria saw her at Noel Kahn's Halloween party, she knew Alison was threatened by her very presence. Not only was she beautiful, but she had made it clear that she was her own person who could make her own friends. Ali didn't like that, not one bit.

So when the blonde got the opportunity to get back at Jenna and her reclusive step-brother, Toby Cavanaugh, Alison wasted no time. Like so many bad memories, Aria could never truly get that night out of her head. It haunted her day and night.

You see, a little over a year ago, the five girls had been gleefully trying on clothes in Emily's bedroom. It was like any other sleepover until suddenly, Alison exclaimed "I can see you!" and raced to the window, pushing Aria out of the way. Ali insisted that she'd seen Toby in the window and that they all needed to go "teach him a lesson." Immediately, Aria had gotten a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had tried to push back but Alison was not having it. Looking back now, she knew that she should've just stood up to Ali when she had they chance--they all should have.

Before she knew it, they were at the Cavanaughs' garage, hurling a stink bomb through the door and running away. What started out as a harmless little prank quickly turned into a raging fire that permanently blinded Jenna.

"We had the chance to stop Ali that night," Aria said regretfully. Looking at the other girls' faces, they clearly felt just as much as shame about the situation as she did. But what could they do about it now? Surely, they'd be in some sort of legal trouble if the fessed up to Wilden about it, right? And how would he even know in the first place? After all, Ali had gotten Toby to take the blame, somehow...

That night, as Aria was lying in her bed, attempting to sleep, she kept thinking about what Ezra had said to her. His words rang over and over in her head: I care about you, Aria, but this just isn't right. And as much as it felt right to her, maybe he had a point. After all, he was older than her, and wouldn't that make him wiser than her, as well? As she drifted off to sleep, she'd made up her mind. Tomorrow, she was going to nip this in the bud and transfer classes. Besides, with everything going on with her family, that weird cop, and the fact that the whole world now knew that Alison DiLaurentis was dead, she really couldn't handle anything else on her plate.

The next morning before first period, Aria went and sought out Ezra, who was grading papers at his desk. God, he looked so handsome in his tie and button-down shirt. Dammit, Aria, focus, she told herself. You need to do this. Giving a soft nock on the door frame, she said "Hey, can I come in for a second?..."

The young teacher instantly lit up when he saw her face and nodded, beckoning her to come in. Getting up from his desk, he said "Yeah, of course," and walked past her to shut the door behind her. Gingerly, she said "Oh, this will only take a second..." Besides, she didn't want to give people the wrong impression with the door shut--she was ending this and that was that. She took a paper out of her binder and handed it to him. "I'd like to transfer out of your class."

At her words, a look of obvious disappointment crossed his face, which was honestly a bit confusing. "Uh, I totally understand, but, um... I'd hate for you to have to drop the class, especially since we've already started working on our first novel. If you transferred to another class, you'd already be behind..."

Nodding, she said "Yeah, I thought about that, but... I don't know, I just feel like it's the right thing to do..." Looking up at him, he was clearly searching for words to say and he opened his mouth but then closed it again, as if he'd thought of something to say but then changed his mind. "Okay, then I'll go ahead and sign the transfer paper," he said, grabbing the pen off of his desk. "Thank you," she said softly, taking the paper from him and giving him a small smile.

Honestly, she thought he'd look a little more relieved, since he was the one who told her this...thing between them wasn't right. But then again, she couldn't deny that she was at least a little pleased that he wasn't jumping for joy at not having her in his class anymore. Maybe that that meant what he'd said was true--maybe he did really care about her.

Taking the paper back, she said "Thank you, Ez--Mr. Fitz.. I appreciate it." With that, she turned and practically bolted out of the door, sure that she'd change her mind if she stayed just one moment longer. She hurried down to the registrar to turn the paper in before she headed to math class.

However, the transfer was apparently not meant to be. During science class, a student aid had come by her class and delivered her transfer paper with a brand new bright red "DECLINED" stamp on the top of it. Shit, she thought to herself. Is the universe trying to get me to fuck up? Then again...what if this was a good sign from the universe? Perhaps a sign that maybe, just maybe, there really was a chance for her and Ezra?...

When she arrived at English and set the declination on his desk, she could've sworn she saw a small smile perk up at the edge of his lips.

Even though whatever was going on with Aria and Ezra was confusing, being at school was a million times better than being at home, that was for sure. Before Aria had gone away to Radley Iceland, she'd been keeping a huge secret for her dad. It turns out, those rumors about him sleeping with his grad students had turned out to be very true. Aria had seen it with her own eyes and she knew she'd never be able to forget that image of his father kissing another woman in the back of his car for as long as she lived.

At the time, he'd begged her to keep it a secret. Aria's father had told her that if she told her mom, their family would fall apart. She could still hear her own words in her head when she'd begrudgingly agreed to pretend as if nothing was wrong. Through her tears, she'd said to her father's face, "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to forgive you for this."

And she'd meant what she said. From the moment she'd gotten back from her sabbatical, she'd been short with her father whenever he attempted to speak with her. After all, over the past year, she'd had a lot of time to think about the situation and she'd grown incredibly resentful of her father. How could he have put all of that pressure on his own daughter? And all to keep his dirty secret of infidelity? What a fucking coward. What a fucking piss poor excuse for a father.

So on Saturday afternoon, when she arrived home from a coffee run, she didn't know what to say when her father confronted her about her attitude. "You're not very good at hiding your feelings, Aria. And your mother knows that something's up. You need to get past this."

"I need to get past this? I need to get past the fact that I caught you cheating on Mom? I need to get past the fact that you fucking begged me to keep that secret for you?" She shook her head incredulously. "You've got to be fucking joking." Her father looked hurt and taken aback by her harsh words but she couldn't hep herself. What else was she supposed to say? How could he expect her to feel any other way?

Still, she wasn't done yet. "Are you still seeing her?" she asked, her words as sharp as knife. Her father shook his head and said "What? Why would you even ask me that?"

"Answer the question, Dad. Are you still seeing her?"

He shook his head, but Aria really didn't know whether to believe him or not. "No, I am not seeing her. I told you, I'm done with that. I'm done with her. All I care about is our family." Yeah, fucking sure, she thought to herself.

"Whatever, Dad," Aria said with a heavy sigh, the feeling of exhaustion suddenly taking over her body. She couldn't keep doing this, she couldn't keep holding up all this weight on her own two shoulders. But, then again, she couldn't break her mother's heart like that--or her little brother's. She had to protect her family, that was her job. It was part of the reason why she'd done what she'd done that night...

As she started to walk away, her father said "Aria, where are you going? I'm not finished with this conversation."

"Well, I am," she snapped back. She turned away from her father and swiftly walked up the stairs. She'd be fucking damned if she let him see her cry again. She couldn't give him that kind of power over her.

#pretty little liars #pll #aria montgomery #hanna marin #emily fields #spencer hastings #alison dilaurentis #ali dilaurentis #aria #thriller #mystery #pretty little liars fanfiction #pll fanfiction #pretty little liars fanfic #pll fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #pretty little liars fandom #pll fandom

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strangerthingsfanfics · 2 years

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Eddie Headcanon

Summary:Just how Eddie would treat you in different situations. First time meeting, hanging out alone, and first date/ asking you out.

~~~First time meeting~~~

You were the new kid so that meant you were an easy target for popular kids. Within the first week of being at Hawkins High you were bullied. You were shoved into lockers. Eddie watched from a distance and he hated that you were being bullied. The last straw was at lunch when your bullies tripped you. Eddie saw and jumped up to help you.

“Hey, man what the fuck?”

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Ignore them. They’re insecure and only pick on people to make themselves feel better.”

“Here let me help you clean up. I have an extra shirt in my van. Go to bathroom and I’ll give it to you.”

Wow they’re really cute. Eddie thought.

“Oh look the new freak and old freak are becoming friends.”

“I’m Eddie, what’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N, thanks for helping me and for the shirt.”

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~~~First time hanging out alone~~~~

It was almost Halloween and you were in Hellfire club. The club was trying to come up with a Halloween campaign. Eddie wasn’t really into it because he mainly wanted to hangout with you.

“Hey Eddie what you do think about that we use like 2 or 3 big bosses this time?” Dustin said.

“Uh, earth to Eddie? Eddie are you paying attention. Who are you staring at?”

“Ohhhhh you like Y/N. Maybe you should hangout with them for Halloween. You can rent movies and make a move.”

“That’s not a bad idea Henderson.”

Eddie is walking to towards while you’re talking to Mike.

“Hey sweetheart, whatcha doing on Halloween? If you’re not doing anything do you maybe wanna get a couples movies and watch them at my place?”

“I was planning on babysitting my niece but that seems so much better. How about you pick me up around 8pm and here’s my address.”

It’s finally Halloween Eddie ended up putting decorations and tried to make it look spooky. It’s almost 8 so he decided to head over to your place. He picked up a couples movies in advance. All he needs to get is snacks. He didn’t know what you would like so he waited.

He couldn’t decide on either ringing the door bell or waiting in his van. But his legs had another story before he could even think he was at your door ringing the bell. Both of your parents answered. Your mom thought he looked handsome while your dad couldn’t move past the fact he smelt like smoke and had tattoos. You walked down the stairs.

“Hey Eddie, you ready to leave?”

“Hey Y/N, you look great and yes I am.”

“Thank you Eddie.”

“Mom and dad I’m going out I’ll be by 11.”

“Be home by 10.” Your dad said.

“Leave them. They’ll be safe. Be home by 11 honey.” Your mom said.

You and Eddie got some snacks and headed to his place. While watching many horror movies you both kept getting closer and closer. You and Eddie were both getting nervous. Eddie decided to do that one move and yawn and wrap his arm around you.

“I’m gonna be honest with you Y/N, I like you and I wanna do this right. Do you wanna go on a date soon? I’ll do everything from flowers and shaking your parents hands.”

“I would love to go on a date with you Eddie. How about Saturday?”

“Saturday works for me.”

It was close to 11 so he took you home. He walked you to your door and gave you a small kiss.

“Goodnight Y/N”

Goodnight Eddie, be careful driving home.”

As you walked in the house you couldn’t stop smiling and either could Eddie on the way home.

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~~~First Date~~~

It was finally Saturday. You were nervous and so was Eddie. Your mom took you out to get a new outfit. Your was happy for you while your dad still didn’t approve of him.

While getting ready Eddie ran to get one more deal done and head to go get your flowers. Once he got your flowers he went home and took another shower because he heard your dad say he smelled like weed.

It was around 6 so he headed to go get you. He had something special planned. While driving he couldn’t stop smiling. He got to your house and he was to ring the door when your dad opened the door and told him to come inside.

“What’s your name?”

“My name is Eddie, Eddie Munson sir.”

“Nice to meet you Eddie, what are your intentions with my child tonight Eddie?”

“Well sir, I was gonna take Y/N out to dinner and the go watch a movie. I’ll bring her home by 10 or 11.”

“That’s good. There better be no funny business Eddie.”

“There won’t be any funny business at all sir.”

“Good.”

You walked down the stairs with your mom. She had a camera and wanted to get photos of you and Eddie.

“Hey Y/N, you look amazing tonight. I got you some flowers.”

“Hey Eddie, you look amazing too. Awe thank you, they’re so pretty. I’ll be right back I’m gonna put them in water.”

“Those are lovely flowers Eddie.” Your mom said.

Once you put the flowers you water. Your mom got 5 photos of you and Eddie. You both walked to his car. He opened the door for you.

“I’m sorry about my parents. I’m the youngest and my mom is said that I’ll be graduating high school soon she wants every memory saved.”

“It’s okay, I thought it was cute.”

Once you and Eddie got to the dinner. Both of you ordered. You saw a black truck pull up and the basketball players walked out with the cheerleaders. One of the saw both of you and told the others. They walked to your table and started trouble.

“Oh look everyone, the freaks are together on a date.”

Jason decide to pour water on Eddie.

“You want to fight man?”

“Oh look Eddie is standing up for himself and his freak partner.”

“Hey, leave them alone!” The manager said while running out.

“Let’s go Y/N.”

Eddie paid for the drinks. You both went to the movies and after the movies he was taking you home, but he pulled over to a park.

“Hey, I’m sorry that date was ruined by those jocks. I get it if you don’t want to go another date or let alone date me.”

“Eddie, I had fun and it sucks that they did that, but I do wanna go another date and date you.”

“Wait really? You’re not lying?”

“Nope I’m not lying. I do like you Eddie.”

“I like you too Y/N, well do date me?”

“Yes, I would like date you Eddie.”

“Awesome, let’s take you home now.”

Once you got to home he walked you to the door and gave a goodnight kiss.

“Goodnight princess.”

“Goodnight Eddie. Be careful driving home.”

#eddie munson x y/n #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson #stranger things.

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unicyclehippo · 2 years

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I've been on a palindrome kick lately so how about "tenet" for a prompt?

definition—tenet: n. a principle or belief, especially one of the main principles of a religion or philosophy

The rumour that the Dreamscape Theatre was haunted had been around ever since its construction began.

The actual story changed depending on who told it—older folk who had been around when it was going up solemnly shared the story of the poor tradesman who had been pouring the basement cement when they were killed and buried beneath the floor by - and here they would tell the best story they could - the scorned wife, the betrayed best friend, the jealous lover, or the wicked boss; the younger crowds, meanwhile, whispered about the girl rejected by her highschool crush who hung herself from the cinema balcony, or the bassoonist crushed by a wayward curtain weight, or the kid who tried to swim in the popcorn machine and got cooked—but while the narrative changed with the generations, the persistence of the rumours never did.

That could be blamed, perhaps, on the fact that it looked the sort of place that ought to be haunted.

The Dreamscape was beautiful, in a spooky sort of way. She was tall and turreted, with a black-tile roof that rose in angular spires, each topped with an iron spike; the same ironwork caged the windows with bars and continued throughout the interior of the building used in graceful, ornate bannisters and guard rails. She looked more like a small Gothic cathedral than a theatre, all fashioned from light sandstone that at once seemed brutish and artful. Along the length of the front wall, the bricks were carved with hundreds of masks, each showing a different emotion—anguish and delight, joy and anger, jealousy and love, laughter—and all turned to watch the entrance to the theatre, a tall and heavy arched door with gleaming bronze handles. Above the entranceway crouched two stone gargoyles. On their shoulders, they carried a big sign that read, in tall red letters,

DREAMSCAPE THEATRE—NOW SHOWING

The space beneath that was blank, as the movie titles were taken down late on Sunday night and now, early Monday morning, they hadn't yet been put back. That was the job of Imogen Temult, who was late.

Again.

Imogen Temult, part-time worker at the Dreamscape, was late to work and fretting about it.

Neither lateness nor fretting were particularly uncommon states for her, something that her manager—Mike Hunt, a boy who almost deserved all the bullying he got for his unfortunate name, and who wore his plastic Manager's pin on his chest like it was a medal of honour, and who was terribly smug about the fact that he was the manager and not her, even though he was a full two years younger than her—took great care to note down in his little snitch book. He'd do the same today, she knew it, she just knew it. He'd stand at the front of the theatre waiting for her instead of getting on with his own work and he'd note down how many minutes late she was, and he'd click his tongue at her, and she would somehow have to keep from murdering him in any of the myriad ways she dreamed of doing when he was being particularly smug, or when he sent her off to clean the toilet stalls after a busy Saturday shift.

She was hurrying as best she could, but the rain and the pavement, slick underfoot, were conspiring with the steep hill to drop her on her ass (again) if she went any faster than a dedicated power walk. So she hurried—cursing the rain and the hill and the damn heat and the damn mist that meant she couldn't see further than a few metres ahead of her—and hoped that Mike was distracted enough that she could creep past him to the backroom and pretend that she'd been there for ages.

Ahead, the Dreamscape sign shone bright and even her strained relationship with Mike couldn't stop the wash of calm that travelled through her, the sign like a beacon through the mist.

In the very moment she sees the sign, her attention is caught by a voice—soft, gentle—from the alley that ran parallel to the Theatre. Barely a whisper. Head snapping toward the sound, Imogen caught a glimpse of a girl in a ragged dress, barefoot, holes where her eyes should be before she stepped back and dissolved into the mist.

'What the—fuck. Fuck, shit, fuck.'

Imogen flipped her wrist to check the time—still resolutely late—and gnawed at her bottom lip. The theatre beckoned but... If she had seen the girl, someone else might have as well. There was no sign of Mike outside the entrance so, swearing again under her breath, Imogen turned on her heel and slipped down the alleyway after that vanished spirit.

'Hey,' she hissed, loud as she dared. 'Are you in here?'

No answer.

Imogen squinted into the dark shadows deeper within the alley. Did they move? Did they seem darker than normal?

'We talked about this. You can't make visions were someone might see them.' Imogen glanced at her watch—late, late, late. 'I don't have time - just, please, no more visions. Okay?'

No answer. Imogen sighed.

'I'm sorry,' she added. 'I know I promised to get here before my shift but I got held up.' She glanced nervously back over her shoulder—it wouldn't do for anyone passing by to see her talking to nothing—and turned back to find herself face-to-face with an enormous rat. A rat man. A tuxedo-ed rat man.

'What did I just say? Cut it out.'

The rat man gave a deep bow. His tail—greasy and grey—flicked around from behind him to curl around her ankle; where it touched, Imogen felt a little tingle of cold air, like the mist had wrapped its creeping fingers around her ankle - except, of course, that the mist here was humid, nothing chilling about it - and then the image faded like a dream upon waking, details growing hazy and then gone entirely.

From the depths of the alley, within a spot of shadows Imogen was vindicated in thinking had been a little too dark, came a voice so bright it could have been made of sunlight.

'So. You're not afraid of rats. Interesting.'

'This again? No, I'm not scared of rats—I grew up on a farm, remember? We had heaps of them.'

'Proximity does not necessarily mean familiarity or fondness.'

Imogen conceded that point easily, remembering the way her father always shuddered when he saw one. 'I guess not. But no, they don't bother me. Never seen a rat man, though—but that's not the point!' she reminded herself sharply. 'You can't - I don't want to spend all day worrying about if you're out here spooking people and drawing attention. I don't want - I don't want to come out and find that you've been...' She trailed off, not wanting to finish her sentence. There was no need to, either. They both knew what would happen if she were to be discovered.

'You're right, of course,' the shadow said and, much diminished, much dimmed, added, 'I'm sorry, Imogen.'

Imogen shook her head. 'It's not you, Laud. You're - you're amazing and your visions are so good and getting better every day. That girl, in the alley? She made me jump two feet straight up, I swear.' The delighted laugh that earned her soothed the tattered edges of Imogen's worries. They would grow ragged again, but for a second she melted, smiling into the dark. 'It's everyone else I'm worried about. Just - promise me you'll stay in the attic? And wait for me? Please.'

The shadows burbled like someone was blowing bubbles into ink. Then,

'I will stay in the attic and wait for you,' the shadow promised, repeated. 'And -'

'No more visions.'

'And no more visions.'

'Okay. Okay. Good. Thank you.'

The heavy doors to the theatre groaned as Imogen opened and closed them behind her, hinges sticking in the humidity. She was braced for one of Mike's famous, irritating scoldings but the entrance was empty of staff. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, she strode across the foyer to the service door, steps muffled by the thick carpet. Though she passed it every day, she stopped when she reached the ticket hub, eyes drawn to the glossy sign stuck to its window.

NO SHOES, NO SERVICE NO ANIMALS (SERVICE ANIMALS EXCLUDED) NO ABNORMALS

Imogen lifted a finger, tracing the letters. She thought of her friend outside, hiding in the shadows of an alleyway that smelled faintly of urine and wet paper; she thought of a train thundering past fields of tall corn, the smell of hot iron wheels threw up sparks, the way dirt coated her throat, stung her lungs as she panted, running as fast as she could, pushing Laudna up first onto the car and throwing herself after. Heat crackled under her skin and, in the reflection of the window, she watched her eyes flash with purple light.

She flinched. Pulled her hand away, fingers curling into her palm, and fled into the service hallway. Behind her, the smell of melted plastic lingered in the foyer, acrid, and would for most of the morning.

#prompt fill #tagging my stories #imodna mutant au #cr tag #imodna my beloveds

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crush-like-that · 1 year

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A little headcannon (980 words)

The moment when Eddie finally realizes the difference between an asthma attack and a panic attack. He's never actually had an asthma attack, but he has panic attacks all the damn time.

Stan is the one who gets him to realize it first. After the Neibolt, Stan is so mentally fucked over that his parents get him into therapy. Stan learns about panic attacks and how they come on. One of the first things he connects that to is Eddie. Eddie with all his shortness of breath, hyperventilating, shutting down, yelling and freaking out. So one day Eddie has a self-proclaimed 'asthma attack' and Stan is like “no you're wrong" and proceeds to help Eddie out of it.

After some time, the losers all learn what to do in these situations. Not just for Eddie, but for each of them. Ben and Mike are group favorites for comfort. Ben because he gives the best hugs and, despite his own shyness, he knows just the right things to say. Mike because he's realistic and grounding, always a firm shoulder to cry on. And back to Eddie, because I love him. While having these- these panic attacks, he really prefers going to Stan. Stan knows what to say, Stan knows how to help, Stan was the one who was taught how to do this stuff. There is, however, an instance where Stan isn't there. Stan isn't there and he starts to have one of his panic attacks, short shallow breaths with wide, dead eyes. And Richie notices, of course. Richie always notices. Richie also knows that Stan is the one who takes care of this and he would be overstepping if he tried to help but Stan is gone and Eddie is panicking and what does he do- So he reaches out and holds Eddie's wrist and pulls him a bit closer and does his best to grab Eddie's attention. It doesn't work all too well, Eddie's still shaking horribly and looking everywhere and nowhere all at once and he still can't breathe. So Richie lets his hand wander up, cupping Eddie's face in his hands. He's gentle but firm, directing Eddie on where to look, keeping eye contact. Eddie hates every bit of it, he hates the way his breath starts to come easier, even if just the tiniest bit, he hates the way his shoulders start to go slack and, most of all, he hates how it's Richie that calms him this easily. Because Stan knows how to get Eddie to slow his breathing, and Stan shows Eddie how long to hold and release, and Stan shows Eddie how to create a false metronome for himself. But all Richie has to do is touch him, all Richie has to do is be gentle.

So Richie starts talking, this stupid calm voice that is hardly ever used. Small things like "Eds, Eds breath.", and "Just like that, you got it.", and whatever else he manages to get out.

And Eddie can't help it when he starts to go weak and limp, sliding down til his head hits Richie's shoulder. He can't stop himself when he's focused so hard on his breathing, feeling like he's just ran a marathon. There are so many things wrong with this that he's going to regret later (and probably tell Stan about), but he can't bring himself to care right now. And Richie, or Richie's no good, either. His heart is beating all too fast, skipping over beats, while his breath hitches and gets stuck in his throat. He isn't in control of his body, nor his mind. He's an outside force watching this scene unfold, watching as his hands slide down to Eddie's shoulders, down his arms, and, eventually, resting around his waist in some sort of nervous, loose hug. When Eddie makes no complaint, Richie pulls him closer, and Eddie returns the hug. A few moments of silence pass, silence keeping breath stuck in throats and hearts stuck against ribs, before Richie speaks. "Feeling better now, Eds?" And he's not really expecting answer, so it shakes him to his very core when Eddie says "Don't call me Eds." And Eddie's breath is hot as it brushes against Richie's collar bone and the feeling of it all sends a shiver up his spine. The last thing Richie expected would be for Eddie to bring himself closer, arms tight around Richie's waist, nose brushing against his neck, hot breath splaying there too, and he thinks that this, this is why the others joke about Eddie being an absolute cuddle-bug (cuddle-bear, if you want to take his mom's side of things.) Because Eddie isn't clingy, and he won't outwardly ask for a hug, but he won't turn one down and, when the instance is offered, he gives the best damn hugs. Richie hadn't even realized he'd been tense, but he can feel every worry, every knot, every thought slip away as he loses himself in the moment, loses himself in the warmth, loses himself in Eddie.

And, from that moment on, Richie becomes Eddie's go-to person when he's panicking. Stan is still great, still his best friend, but Richie seems to have this magical presence that's undeniably calm when need be. And Richie realizes certain... things that he would have never thought to have been a possibility. He fully accepts Eddie's title as a great hugger and takes himself up on touch more often, whether it be a hand hold, an arm slung around a shoulder, leaning against one another or, whenever they were alone, those special hugs that last just a bit too long. It's not long after that, when the hammock incident** happens, that Bev sees them and catches on. What had been Richie's secret that he had planned to bring to the grave became alot more real. Something real, something shared, something undeniably true.

#the hammock incident is something else that I need to write #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #stanley uris #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #losers club #it #panic attack #anxiety #feeling realization

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A while ago I posted an AU of teenage mutant ninja turtles. It's been a while and the idea has gone through MANY changes.

Let's blast through it.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Heroes in a Half-Shell

Basic Story

In the beginning Splinter, Hamato Yoshi, and Shredder, Oroku Saki, were like brothers (similar to 2012). The difference is that Splinter was framed for the death of the previous Clan leader and had to flee from Japan to New York, where he worked as a self-defense teacher.

One day, whilst out buying pet turtles for his self-defense class, he stumbled across an ongoing confrontation in the underground subway. Going against his better judgement Hamato tried to deescalate the situation only to be hit by a glowing canister. It broke on impact and he, and the little turtles, mutated.

They were trained to be ninjas like their father. However, as most of them end up saying: Splinter was more of a Ninja Master than an actual father-figure.

Leonardo was trained to be the leader, Splinter's favourite student. This unfortunately meant he was isolated from his brothers on the basis of 'being a leader, not a brother.' Due to this, Leo has a hard time connecting with his brothers. He's trying his best, but it'll take a while. LORE CHANGE: In a rebellious act, Leo tries to understand and support each of his brothers because he is awesome and I said so.

Raphael was trained to be the Tank, but no matter how hard he tried, Splinter always compared him to not only Leo, but Shredder. His anger and brutal fighting style reminded Splinter of his former friend and instead of showing Raph the right path, he treated him as if he could never change.

Mike was trained to be the Scout, the fastest member on the team. Unfortunately this ball of energy has a terrible attention span which was something Splinter never had to deal with. In the end, he was babied like nothing else, represented as "slow" and "stupid" by his own father, but that was never said directly to his face of course.

Donnie was trained to be the tactician, the planner, the smart guy. So why did he get the boot from Splinter? Why he was neurodivergent of course. He was incapable of seeing sarcasm, he was overly blunt and couldn't understand why certain things made his siblings upset. His brothers never blamed him for it, but Splinter did and just like Raph, he was ostracised.

15 years after they were first mutated, a 45 year old scientist named April O'Neil ran into these mutant turtles while trying to capture some runaway Mousers. She worked as an assistant for the famous "Baxter Stockman" (as she was depicted in the very first issue of tmnt). Instead of being shocked by their appearance, she offered to help them find answers surrounding how they came to be.

When they returned to the sewers they realised something was wrong. Their home was wrecked completely and Splinter was long gone. Shredder had followed April into the sewers after some tip off's from multiple sources and had taken out Splinter while the turtles were gone. Now they need to stop Shredder from doing anymore harm to the city and find out more about this mutagen while they're at it.

This is where I will leave it for now.

A few small details

Leonardo (he/him)

Main Facts:

Nicknames: Leo, Blue (Karai), Chief, Boss, Fearless (Rare)

Strengths: Agility and Flexibility.

Species: Soft shell turtle

Role: Leader

Age: 15

Nationality: American

Ethnicity (Human DNA): Japanese

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Second shortest member

Oldest member

Double-jointed in multiple places

A history buff. He knows everything there is to know about the Roman Empire and will go on for hours about it

Likes dogs, likes hugging Casey's whenever they visit

Has bad insomnia

Legitmately watches animes for the plot

Enjoys Mike's company, makes him feel happy but also guilty, feeling as though he doesn't deserve this treatment

Opens up to Raph, both through arguments and casual conversation.

Argues with Donnie a lot over tactics and plans although he gives up after a while (tho they are very close for some reason)

Cannot watch historically inaccurate movies, he will get very frustrated

Literature buff and he has read ALL of War and Peace. No I'm not joking.

Spent ages learning about electrical engineering so Donnie had someone to talk to

Can sing

Listens to Depeche Mode and The Cure

Good at defusing tense situations

Mike (he/they)

Main facts:

Nicknames: Mike, Mickey D (Donnie), Mikey (Renette)

Strengths: Speed and Aim.

Species: Spotted turtle

Role: Scout

Age: 15

Nationality: American

Ethnicity (Human DNA): Japanese

Sexuality: Pansexual

Shortest member

Youngest member

Has ADHD

Really good at drawing

Sees Leo as an idol

Isn't actually dumb, has got an average intelligence but a short attention span

Knows more first aid and health science than even Donnie

Has yellow spots all over his body and shell (species physical traits)

Can speak German for some reason

Gets along well with everyone

Makes the most sex jokes out of all his brothers

Scared of bears because of a nature documentary he watched when he was four

Read 'Dipper goes to Tacobell' by accident

Good at dancing

Donatello (he/him)

Main facts:

Nicknames: Don, Donnie, The Don (Rare), D, Nerd (Raph, Casey)

Strengths: Defence and Tactics.

Species: Tortoise

Role: Tactician, Defence

Age: 15

Nationality: American

Ethnicity (Human DNA): Japanese

Sexuality: Homosexual

Second tallest member

Second youngest member

Enjoys watching April work

On the Autism spectrum (not too severe, but enough to make an impact on his demeanour).

Doesn't like being touched

Doesn't laugh much, sounds like a kettle when he does

Likes French language, can't speak it

Says he likes clever humour but still laughs at dick jokes

Uses scientific terminology

Has a fear of seeing his own blood, makes him feel sick

Gets along well with Raph and Mike

Tends to argue a lot with Leo (tho they are very close for some reason)

Finds it hard to adapt to scenarios that differ from his initial plans

Rarely opens up to anyone

Read the encyclopaedia for fun on multiple occasions

Terrible at gauging other people's emotions

Ends up liking Casey but knows nothing will happen

Can completely ruin someone's social life in a matter of seconds.

Is most likely to take a life for the sake of a mission

Raphael (he/they)

Main facts:

Nicknames: Raph, Red, Tank (Rare), Scar (Casey)

Strengths: Offence and Brute force.

Species: Snapping turtle

Role: Tank, Main offence

Age: 15

Nationality: American

Ethnicity (Human DNA): Japanese

Sexuality: Pansexual, Asexual

Tallest member

Second oldest member

Likes romcoms

Has a scar on the right side of his face. He burnt himself while messing around with the oven.

Has a fear of fire

Gets along well with all his brothers

Opens up to Leo more than with the others, usually through an arguement

Skilled in the art of passive aggressive insults

Can cook

Has a very prominent beak that can break bones if he bites down

Will grow to be a lot taller than everyone else (around the same height as spike)

Was the first member to kill someone

Likes Mona but won't admit it

Had a bad romantic experience with a human girl (who betrayed him the minute she found he was a mutant) and now dislikes humans.

Is surprisingly more understanding than his brothers

Likes Madonna

April O'Neil (she/her)

Main facts:

Nicknames: Neil, Red, Ginger

Strengths: Tactics, Analysis, First Aid

Role: Science guy, place to crash at, back-up

Age: 45

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Scottish, Danish

Sexuality: Aroace

Her ancestry is Scottish and Danish but everyone calls her ginger

Straightens her hair for work and when she doesn't she ends up looking like Merida from Brave.

She is essentially the turtle's big sister

She's Casey's neighbour and acts as his stand in parental figure while his parents are over in England

She has very good aim with guns and other long range weapons, but is absolutely shit at physical combat.

Plays online multiplayer games, her tag is "sexlord420"

Her best friends are Irma and Edward

Can speak French and Spanish

Nearly got married before meeting the turtles, things ended up going really badly for both parties and they went their separate ways.

She has difficulty forming romantic connections. She realised she had become aromantic from her past relationship shortly after it had ended.

Likes Gin and Tonic

Scared of the ocean

Is in a Nerd group with Irma, Edward, Dr Rockwell and Baxter.

Went to Oxford with the same nerd group.

Is a major in Biology.

Casey Jones (he/him)

Main facts:

Nicknames: Case, CJ, Jock (Donnie), Jones

Strengths: Offence, agility and Brute Force

Role: 2nd - more violent - Tank, Back-up

Age: 16

Nationality: Mexican

Ethnicity: Hispanic, African American

Sexuality: Bisexual

He goes to juvenile detention on a regular basis

Can speak French and Spanish

He's the dumb friend who still doesn't know his times tables

He has stubble and gets away with sneaking into bars

Doesn't have a licence but still drives

Plays Hockey

Dresses like terminator

Parents left him to pay for everything and barely check in to see how he's doing

Is actually really good at math

Scared of heights

Like Donnie, he has and will take a life for the sake of a mission

Karai Osaki (she/they)

Main facts:

Nicknames: Spice (Leo)

Strengths: Stealth, Offence

Role: Spy (turtles), Main Tank (Shredder), 3rd Tank (turtles)

Age: 16

Nationality: Japanese

Ethnicity: Japanese

Sexuality: Unsure

She was forced to take on the role of Shredder's son, even though she was biologically born a girl

They hate him for that

Gets embarrassed when she's complemented on her appearance.

About as intimidating as their father

Knows multiple sign languages

She doesn't talk when in front of other clans

Can easily beat the shit out of the turtles

Got one hell of a death stare

Enjoys classical music

Has never played videogames before

Scared of their father

Will only let Leo refer to her as a woman

Other facts

The turtles can speak fluent Japanese

Shredder is completely apathetic to everything and everyone, he's basically a sociopath who never went to therapy

Shinigami is Shredder's 2nd in command

Bebop and Rocksteady aren't dumb, just oblivious

Rocksteady is German

Baxter Stockman is Sri Lankan and was an engineering student

Stockman is not so much evil, more obsessed with mutagen and what he can do with it

He redeems himself eventually, after April convinces him to give it up.

Irma and Edward are married and April was the maid of honour.

Irma was an art major, Edward was a chemistry major and Dr Rockwell was a Psychological major.

Irma is also Casey's Art teacher and is probably the only teacher he likes.

Both April and Edward work for Baxter

Leo has a rivalry with Alopex (They are besties your honour)

Both Mike and Raph have gamed with their favourite online friend "sexlord420"

They freaked out when April told them she was "sexlord420"

Karai and Leo end up together. It only works because Karai had been so heavily damaged by Shinigami and Shredder that Leo's caring personality is a loving, saving grace that helps her overlook the fact that they are completely different species

The turtles have accepted the fact that they can't beat Shredder, hence Leo saying the phrase "we don't care about winning, all we care about is protecting this city"

The turtles swear and make sex jokes because they're hormonal teenage boys

Donnie forced his brothers to watch Rupauls Drag Race and now they reference almost daily.

Leo and Mike like singing Vocaloid songs though only Mike will admit it.

The turtles aren't common box turtles like in the other shows, since Splinter went to a back alley petshop he ended up getting completely different types

Concept art and stuff

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Beyond the Battle - Chapter 25 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 25. Meetings

Will appeared in the doorway in front of them and immediately stopped. He gave them a small nod before turning away and walking back into the other room. Eddie gave Steve a long, vaguely terrified look, so he leaned in and pecked his boyfriend on the cheek, giving his hand a quick squeeze in support at the same time.

The way Eddie took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second was very familiar to Steve. He’d used the same technique himself more than a few times in his life.

“Okay,” Eddie said quietly and took a step towards the door.

Steve followed a little behind. He wanted to make sure Eddie felt supported, but he also didn’t want to intrude on Eddie’s moment.

Everyone was gathered in the middle of the living room when they stepped into view. Steve had never really interacted with Eddie’s friends, but he knew them by sight, and he had checked with Dustin to make sure he didn’t do something stupid like get any of their names wrong. Gareth and Jeff were talking to Dustin and Mike about something, so only Frank was looking in Eddie’s direction.

The way Frank’s eyes went big and round and the poor guy kind of flailed at Jeff to get his attention would have been funny under other circumstances. When Jeff turned and had an almost identical reaction, Steve held his breath. Only he didn’t need to, because a second later the tableau broke.

“Eddie,” Jeff said, face breaking out in a huge smile.

In moments, Eddie was swamped by Frank and Jeff, even though Jeff appeared to be limping.

“Hey guys,” Eddie said, apparently trying to get his arms around both his friends at the same time.

Steve couldn’t help noticing that Gareth hung back a little, even though he had followed the other two.

“I knew you were too stubborn to get yourself killed,” Frank said, all but squeezing the life out of Eddie.

“It was close,” Eddie replied.

“What happened?” Jeff asked, eyes clearly on the scar on Eddie’s face.

“Bad shit I am not allowed to talk about,” Eddie said, “sorry. What happened to you?”

“Oh, Mom’s mixer fell off the counter onto my foot during the quake,” Jeff said with a shrug. “I was dumb and tried to save it and missed.”

“You have a war wound from a stand mixer?” Eddie asked, a smile making his mouth twitch.

“My mom was impressed with my valour,” Jeff replied, and Steve could see why they were friends.

“A noble act of heroism indeed,” Eddie said with a laugh. “And Gar, what’s your story?”

Steve had also noticed the bandage on Gareth’s hand around two of his fingers. Both obvious injuries were making his instincts prickle. He’d seen people at the hospital when going to see Max who had been in need of help, but they hadn’t made him feel like this. Whether it was because he was more aware now, or he’d been focused only on Max, or if it was something to do with these being Eddie’s friends and hence now in his orbit to protect, he had no idea. All he knew was it was a little bit frustrating.

However, what pushed those thoughts into the background was the way Gareth reacted. The other boy shrugged and hung his head. If Steve didn’t know better, he would have read it as guilt. Frank leaned towards Eddie and whispered something that Steve couldn’t hear. The way Dustin was looking over told Steve the kid knew what was going on as well.

“It’s so good to see you guys,” Eddie said brightly, covering the awkwardness. “If you haven’t guessed, while Will the Wise would no doubt have done a great job, I am your DM for today. Thy battlefield awaits.”

He made a big gesture towards the dining room table, and everyone groaned as if this was the worst news in the world. Eddie looked gleeful rather than offended, so clearly that was the correct reaction.

“Gar, come help me grab the sodas our noble host, Sir Steven, hath stashed in the box of ice while our comrades fight for dominance,” Eddie went on.

Steve rolled his eyes at the dramatics because that was what he was supposed to do. The odd tension between Eddie and Gareth, who Steve knew was one of Eddie’s closest friends, had him worried, but he knew how to follow a lead.

“Do not drop anything in the cake,” he warned as Eddie all but bodily dragged Gareth towards the kitchen.

“Cake?” Dustin asked, eyes lighting up.

“Well, this is a celebration,” Steve said, “but don’t get any ideas Henderson, it’s for later.”

“Did you make it?” Dustin asked, looking hopeful.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but not this time,” he replied.

He’d picked it up on a whim when he had been grocery shopping.

“You bake?” Jeff said in such an incredulous tone, Steve found his hands on his hips in his default defensive pose.

“Why does everyone say that?” he complained.

“Steve, platonic love of my life,” Robin said with a laugh, “have you seen you? You do not look like the baking type.”

“His chocolate cake is to die for,” Erica said in a surprising show of solidarity. “He made it for my birthday.”

It was nice to know he rated above the Corroded Coffin guys.

“Steve, you baked for Erica but didn’t bake for Eddie?” Dustin said in a mock shocked tone.

“Do not think I am above throwing you in the pool, slime and all,” Steve threatened. “When was I supposed to get the good chocolate exactly?”

Dustin was grinning at his bitchy tone.

“Did you say slime?” that came from Frank.

“After the quake, something fell in the pool and became slime,” Steve replied. “Haven’t had time to get it properly cleaned yet. Don’t worry,” he added, looking at all the kids, “it will be ready by the time the weather is warm enough to use it.”

Dustin had already extracted that promise from him. He hadn’t had a pool party in a long time, but after all they had gone through as a full group this time, and with everything being over (hopefully) it seemed like something to look forward to.

Steve could see the way Jeff and Frank were swapping looks like they couldn’t quite believe what they were hearing. Not that he could blame them. It didn’t really match the image he had had in school.

“Come on,” Mike said, “let’s get set up.”

“Make yourselves at home,” Steve invited, and everyone headed towards the dining room table at the end of the large room. “If you could just keep the snacks out of the rugs, that would be great,” he added.

He’d loaded a side table with chips and candy that he hoped would satisfy all tastes. Frankly he might have gone a little over the top, but he had wanted everything to be perfect for Eddie’s comeback campaign. Eddie and the kids all deserved time to just have fun. He didn’t want them having to worry about anything.

Gareth and Eddie appeared a few minutes later, carrying many cans of soda, shoulders bumping together looking very much more relaxed. Steve exchanged a glance with Eddie, who gave him a nod and a small smile. Whatever had been bothering Gareth was clearly dealt with. Steve was dying of curiosity, but he could live with that if Eddie was happy. He’d just give his boyfriend the third degree later.

“Daring adventurers,” Eddie announced loudly as he reached the table, “art thou ready for thy dangerous quest?”

Everyone yelled a hearty response and Steve felt himself smiling, despite the chaos that was taking over his home.

~*~

Steve had just finished making sure everyone had snacks yet again while Eddie put them through hell in his campaign to end all campaigns when he heard a key in the door. Since Robin was chattering away to Wayne on the couch and everyone else who wasn’t already battling away around the table would have rung the doorbell, he was immediately on alert.

“Mom,” he said, shocked as he peered around the corner towards the front door.

Everything went ominously silent behind him from the end of the room.

“Steve,” his mom said, “thank heavens you’re safe. We’ve had terrible trouble trying to call you.”

“Sorry, Mom,” he said, heading over to her. “The phones have been up and down. I left messages, didn’t you get them?”

“Yes, Darling,” his mom replied as she enveloped him in a hug, “but there are only so many, ‘everything’s fine, don’t worry’ messages a mother can get before she does start to worry. And your definition of fine is not always accurate.”

He heard Robin snort a laugh.

“I know we’re in the middle of a big merger,” his mom said, giving him a motherly once over, “but I’ve left your father to deal with it. Now, are you going to introduce me since we have guests?”

“Oh, yes,” he said, turning to find all eyes on him. “Mom, this is Robin.”

“Ah, the Robin I have heard so much about,” his mom said. “Nice to finally meet you, Robin.”

“And you Mrs Harrington,” Robin replied.

“And this is Wayne,” Steve went on, “and Eddie, Wayne is Eddie’s uncle. Um, I offered them a place to stay because their home was destroyed by the earthquake and it’s going to take a while to fix. Eddie’s a friend from school.” It wasn’t that much of a stretch. “Then there’s Dustin, Will, Mike, Lucas, Erica, Gareth, Jeff and Frank.”

“Very nice to meet everyone,” his mom said with her polite smile. “Some names are very familiar, it is lovely to finally have faces to go with them.”

Everyone chimed in with various greetings and Eddie surreptitiously climbed off the chair he had been crouching on while playing what Steve thought might have been a dragon, but he wasn’t sure.

“Please, don’t let me interrupt,” his mom said. “I’ll just go and freshen up.”

“Can I get you anything, Mom?” Steve asked, picking up his mother’s suitcase and taking it towards her and his father’s room.

“I have been dying for a coffee for the last hour,” his mom told him, “I am just about ready to kill for one.”

“You’re in luck,” he replied. “Wayne just made a fresh pot. I don’t know what he does to it, but he has a magic touch or something. Do you want it before or after you change?”

“I think I’ll have a quick shower first,” his mom replied.

Steve followed her just into her and his dad’s downstairs bedroom and popped down the case as his mom disappeared into the ensuite bathroom. When he came out again it was to find everyone staring at him.

“Are we really okay to carry on?” Eddie asked.

“What?” he replied. “Oh yeah, Mom’s cool.”

“Even with DnD?” Lucas asked, and he couldn’t really blame them, after all the town had just gone crazy about it.

“Yeah,” he assured them, “we’ve talked about it loads of times when we talked about Dustin.”

“You talk to your mom about me?” Dustin said, mouth open in shock.

“Um, yes,” he said, not really understanding the surprise. “Why?”

“Dude, you’ve mentioned your mom, like once ever,” Dustin said.

“Oh,” he said. He hadn’t really thought about it. “Well Mom and Dad have been away a lot the last couple of years because they’ve been working on a merger, their company is taking over another one. We talk on the phone all the time though.”

“Phone time is scared time,” Robin said in a very serious tone before breaking into a fit of giggles.

“Robin!” he scolded, but that just made her laugh more. “You are so losing best friend points for that.”

“Oh no, you wound me,” was all she replied.

“My whole world view is shifting,” Gareth said with mock wonder.

“Pool, slime,” Steve said glaring at the whole table. “Don’t think I won’t.”

That just got him a fond smile from Eddie and some scoffing. It seemed gone were the days when he could inspire terror with a glance.

~*~

“Steve,” his mom said as he poured her a cup of coffee, “Eddie’s not just a friend from school, is he? I have seen the news.”

He took a deep breath. He’d accompanied his mom into the kitchen a few minutes previously and he’d been waiting for something like that.

“No,” he replied, “honestly, we barely spoke in school, that was just the first thing that came into my head, sorry. We became friends after he was accused of murder because Dustin’s been friends with him since school started this year. He’s completely innocent and we knew that from the beginning. So, when he needed a place to stay, I offered him one of our spare rooms. Then the press began to hound Wayne where he was staying at the motel, so I invited him as well. I hope it’s okay.”

He finally looked up from where he was concentrating hard on the coffee pot when he felt his mother’s hand on his shoulder.

“Of course, it’s okay,” she told him with a soft smile. “I trust your judgment.”

“It was crazy, Mom,” he said. “The whole town tried to hunt Eddie down because he runs a Dungeons and Dragons club. They actually believed he killed Chrissy and Fred and Patrick in some ritual because he worships demons. It was like everyone lost their minds.”

“And then the earthquake happened like an act of God,” his mom commented. “I see you managed to do yourself some damage again.”

His hand went to his throat and the now silvery scar. The lie about being caught up in something during the quake jumped into his mind, but he just couldn’t say it.

“Things happened,” he said quietly, “things I’m not allowed to talk about yet. Did you see Chief Powell’s full press conference?”

His mom nodded.

“Then you know there’s information that isn’t public knowledge yet,” he said. “It’s part of that. I really am fine, though.”

“I noticed Eddie has a similar colour scar on his face,” his mom said. “It looks unusual. Did his come from the same source?”

Steve nodded.

“Oh, Steve, my sweet boy,” his mom went on, gently placing her fingers on the side of his neck, “how do you keep finding yourself in the middle of the bad things in this town? Actually, I can guess; you are far too brave and far too worried about everyone but yourself.”

She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“I’m proud of you,” she said, “and I will drop the questions for now, but I will want an explanation in the end. Okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed. He didn’t like lying to his mother, but once the cover story was finalised that was what he would do, so his parents never ended up in danger from the Upside Down. It was all supposed to be over, but he would believe it when he saw it. It had been supposed to be over so many times before too.

End of Chapter 25

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