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Chapter 4 One rule

Chapter 4 of Stargirl

A/N- Nancy brings out y/n’s mommy issues.

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, violence and blood, fluff! SLOWBURN, long chapter.

Pairing- Steve Harrington x fem!reader, male!oc x fem!reader

Episode- 2x08 and a part of 2x09

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He only gave you a few rules. Only a few. One which doesn’t matter—well it probably will after tonight, but the important rule was NOT to go to Hawkins Lab.

And what are you doing?

“I don’t see him,” Dustin comments as you come to a stop on top of a hill that overlooks the sleepy town.

Lucas pulls out his binoculars in some hope he’ll see the roaring monsters heard in the distance, but it’s dark now, there’s trees everywhere, he won’t see shit.

“It’s the lab,” Lucas interjects and lowers the binoculars. “They were going back home.”

They need you, so you’re going to Hawkins Lab. Even though there’s multiple of those monsters.

“We should go somewhere that’s not monster infested,” you try to suggest to the group. “We can go to my house, ask my dad for help. Ask my uncle Jim for help since he knows about this shit. We can’t—”

“Wait,” Dustin cuts you off while you continue to walk towards Hawkins Lab. “Wait, rewind. Your uncle Jim? Chief Jim Hopper?”

Both Lucas and Dustin look at you with shock, and you don’t know why they’re in disbelief.

“Yes,” you respond slowly. “Jim Hopper is my uncle.”

Dustin hums. “Hm, they don’t look like brothers,” he says.

You scoff and shoot him a pointed look. “Half brothers,” you clarify.

“Why didn’t you say?” Dustin query’s.

You shrug. “You didn’t ask. And why would I?”

“Because I was talking about him when I told you everything!” Dustin exclaims out of annoyance. “Because it’s important information.”

“To who?!” You yell back. “It’s not important I haven’t even seen the man in years! It doesn’t matter, what matters is what we’re doing! We can’t go to that lab with one gun, a flimsy wrist rocket and a bat with nails. We will die.”

“We’re just going to scope the place out,” Lucas interjects. “See what brought them all here. And if there’s some way to get rid of them, we will then call for support.”

You nod slowly. “Yeah, children and high school teenagers?” You quip. “What can possibly go wrong?”

Dustin nods as if nothing is wrong with what you just said. “Yes. But hey you can run home to your daddy if you’re scared.”

You scoff, and Steve cuts in now. “She has a gun. She leaves so does the gun. We need her. So stop fighting, you're all getting on my every last nerve.”

You let out an annoyed exhale and decide to walk ahead considering you’re the one with the gun. And you are one of the eldest.

“Hey,” Steve nudges you as he falls beside you. “You okay?”

You look down at your palm that’s not bleeding anymore and then look back at him and nod. “Yeah, children just drain my patience. It also doesn’t help that we are walking to death.”

Steve sighs and nods lightly. “Yeah that does it, but think about this. We’re helping something bigger than us.”

You let your gaze linger on him before you smile at the ground. “I suppose you’re right.”

“I almost ran too, you know? I was where you are now,” he adds, pulling your gaze back to him. “But—”

“It feels nice being needed?” You fill his sentence.

Steve draws out a deep breath and averts his gaze. “That’s not what I was gonna say, but,” he pauses and looks ahead. You watch him ponder before he nods. “It’s a part of it.”

You hum softly and follow his line of gaze. “Then why did you go back?” You probe.

Steve slides his eyes to the corner, and you slide your gaze to the corner to meet his.

“I was being stupid,” he mutters. “I couldn’t just leave her behind.”

You begin to smirk. “So you didn't pretend you didn’t care.” You nudge him. “And you got the girl.”

Steve scoffs as he rolls his eyes. “Yeah I suppose you’re right….thank you for being stupid earlier. Luring them with your blood saved my ass.”

Your smirk turns to a soft smile and your heart skips a beat. “I couldn’t just leave you behind.”

Steve’s eyes soften and a small smile tugs on his lips. You hold his gaze for a lingering moment, but you then look at the darkness ahead.

You still feel it. You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t, but that pining is still there. It only burns hotter as you feel his gaze on you, as you feel how close he walks beside you. As you see how brave he is.

You could avoid him until all these feelings fade away, but you also don’t want to, you’ve dug into each other's souls too deeply to come out with nothing now. So you’ll just ignore these feelings, you will. You’ll even stop coming back to the same thoughts. Because it’s happening. You’ll walk the rest way towards Hawkins Lab in silence, focusing on the monsters.

The kids walking behind you threaten to break your silence and focus, but you manage to ignore them. You focus and manage to lose some of your fear as well.

However, just as you approach the end of the tree line a voice calls out in the distance.

Can it be that the monsters somehow learned to talk? Mimic voices?

“We’re going towards the voice?” You ask fearfully.

Dustin walks past you. “Yes, it can be help,” he mutters.

“What if the monsters learned to mimic voices,” you whisper sharply out of fear it’d hear you.

“You watch too many scary movies,” Steve comments back.

You scoff in protest, but pick up your pace to walk beside him with your gun pointed ahead.

“Who's there?!” The voice yells out again.

You narrow your eyes and notice…Nancy?

“Who’s there?!”

It’s Jonny too.

You lower your gun and when you walk out of the tree line they both come at full view. And they look just as shocked as all of you.

“Steve?!” They both call out.

You strap your shotgun around your shoulder and meet Nancy's bewildered look.

“Y/N?” She asks with confusion.

You offer her a tightlipped smile in response.

“Nancy?” Steve questions.

“Jonathan,” Dustin names.

That’s right Jonathan. Ha.

“What are you two doing here?” Nancy directs at Steve and you.

You part your lips to give a summary, but Steve interjects first. “What are you doing here?”

“We’re looking for Mike and Will,” Nancy responds.

Mike and Will? Mike and Will? They sound familiar…

Aha! Dustin’s friend, and the boy that disappeared but came back!

“They’re not in there, are they?” You point to the lab with your thumb.

“We’re not sure,” Nancy answers quieter.

“Why?” Jonathan asks.

And as if on cue the monsters screech out, making a chill crawl up your spine.

At least Nancy’s is here now. After trying to look for her she’s here where you least expected. Now you can all die together. Yay.

“Don’t you hear them?” Dustin asks and walks towards the closed front gate.

Nancy blinks in confusion and again as if on cue the monsters screech from inside, shooting terror in both Nancy and Jonathan that’s clear as day.

“Whatever we need to do,” you interject. “Let’s do it fast before they decide they want to come outside again.”

“Well the damn gate is closed,” Jonathan points out, drifting all of your eyes to the abandoned station. Which isn’t good, all your instincts are telling you to get out, that there’s more than meets the eye.

The lab isn’t abandoned, there should be guards. One at least. If not out here there should’ve been one already coming out to shoo you away.

But do they listen to you? No! They all want to be heroes, and you…are following them too…

“Well yeah the power is out,” Steve says as if seeing the lab basked in darkness doesn’t make that point obvious.

“Is this what you’ve been doing?” Nancy asks. “Chasing these things?”

“Yeah—”

You snort, causing Steve to stop and for all pair of eyes to fall on you in confusion. “What?” You quip. “We didn’t chase ‘em. We lured one and then got ambushed by multiple. We barely escaped with our lives. We wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for…” you trail off since you have no idea what called them away so suddenly.

“Something called them here, we don’t know what, or why, but they came here,” Dustin finishes for you. “That’s why we’re here. We’re following they’re trail.”

Steve hums in agreement, and Nancy's gaze still doesn’t leave you.

“I still don’t understand why you’re here y/n?” She asks for clarification.

You sigh. “They needed help and I had a gun. That’s literally how I got involved in all this.” That and you also are unofficially helping your father.

Nancy hums in comprehension and you catch the pointed glare she directs at Steve. What for? Getting you involved? Jealousy? Who knows. She did it and Steve just looks confused.

“Are the people you’re looking for really in there?” You ask her now.

Nancy and Jonathan share a worried look before Jonathan shrugs and answers. “That’s what we came to see. Will wasn’t home. Have you guys seen Will or Mike at all today?”

“We haven’t seen Will—”

“I haven’t seen him since…”

They all begin to talk over one another, making you sigh in annoyance. Luckily Nancy departs from the group and points something out. “The powers back.”

You break away from your spot by Steve and follow Nancy, noticing all the lights of the lab slowly turn on floor by floor until finally the entire area is lit again, and they’re hopes of getting in are rekindled.

Nevertheless, when Jonathan tries to open the gate the buttons still don’t seem to work.

“Let me try,” Dustin butts in and leaves your side to begin to argue with Jonathan inside the box.

“No—”

“Let me try, Jonathan!” You hear Dustin complain. When you look over you see him urgently press the same button, but to not avail.

“Does anyone know how to rewire wires?” You ask the group.

Max looks back at you and redirects your question. “Do you?”

You shake your head and lean back against the car. “No. I was just asking so we can find a way in.”

“Try talking to your dad again,” Steve says over his shoulder.

Let’s see if he answers this time.

You slide your backpack off your shoulder and twist back to reach for your walkie, however, as you do strain your hand a sharp pain hits you where you cut your palm. “Oh fuck!”

You’ve been so preoccupied that the pain doesn’t even register until now.

“You haven’t gotten that patched up?” Steve query’s and turns around completely to face you.

You cradle your wounded hand and shake your head. “I haven’t had the time. Can someone please reach in and grab my walkie?”

Steve moves to do what you asked, but Nancy is closer so she beats him to your aide. She ends up quickly finding the walkie, and places it on your waiting hand, but she cuts in too. “Turn around.”

You slowly do as she asks and see her holding a bandage and alcohol. “found this in your backpack. Let me help you.”

The corner of your lips pull to a smile and you don’t hesitate to give her your hand. Albeit before she can begin any progress the doors begin to open, pulling everyone’s attention to it.

“Hey!” Dustin chuckles. “I got it! I got it!”

Jonathan and him step out of the box and with not a second to spare Jonathan hurries to the parked car.

“Nancy get it, the rest of you wait here,” he throws out.

“I’ll help you after,” Nancy now directs at you and hands you your stuff back. “Can I borrow your gun?”

Your eyes widen. “My gun?” You ask nervously. “Do you know how to use it?”

From the corner of your eyes you see Steve shake his head before he interjects. “She has a thing about guns,” he talks about you.

You sigh as you hesitate, but you don’t want to go in and potentially fight more monsters so you pull your gun off your shoulder and hand it to Nancy.

“Hey!” Steve remarks.

“Don’t lose it,” you warn her and step away from the car as she hurries to the passenger seat. “Please.”

Nancy offers you a tightlipped smile and a quick assuring nod, which isn’t that assuring at all. None of her response is reassuring, but you watch as Jonathan drives away with her and your dads gun, leaving you once again before you can even talk.

“How come you let her use it?” Steve immediately complains.

You meet his gaze and shrug. “I mean when you asked for a gun, I thought all this was fake. I mean I heard about all this weird shit, but a part of me didn't want to believe it. Now that I’m here, after I fought a monster, I would have let you use it.”

Steve scoffs, and you shoot him a small smile before you hand him your first aid supplies Nancy got out. “Just help me please.”

Steve lets out a deep sigh, but he snatches your hand towards him and begins to wrap the bandage around your cut.

“Please disinfect first,” you interrupt his attempts.

Steve glares up at you, but he pulls the bandage off and hands it to you so he can rip open the alcohol wipe. You snicker and watch him carefully wipe it over your wound.

“Does it hurt?” He asks in a softer voice.

You feel the alcohol stinging your cut and wince before you can assure him with a lie. “Yeah,” you mumble.

Steve continues to wipe your cut softer this time.

“I thought of something,” you interject with a tiny smile. “A game of sorts.”

Steve briefly glances at you. “Okay,” he probes. “What is it?”

“We have to say a goal we want to accomplish after making it out of this,” you share happily. “One or two, how many you want. It just has to be a goal. Something you’ll commit to.”

Steve lifts his head and drops the dirty wipe and slightly narrows his gaze out of curiosity. “Okay, I’ll play. You go first though.” He takes the bandage from you and once again begins to carefully wrap the bandage around your hand.

“Okay,” you laugh giddly. “I want to learn how to play the drums. My friend Eddie invited me to join his band, but I am musically untalented, so I want to learn to play the drums. Maybe join a band when I’m good. An all girl band,” you giggle. “That’d be cool.”

Steve hums and nods along with what you said. “Okay,” he mouths. “That’s cool. Good goal.”

You nod. “Yep. That is if I make it out.”

Steve meets your gaze. “You will, we all will,” he assures you. “Unless we suddenly get ambushed by those dogs.”

You frown in discontent and roll your eyes before you now press him. “It’s your turn. Go.”

Steve focuses on what he’s doing and ponders for a moment before he shares his goal. “Uh, graduate. I want to graduate.”

“Pft,” you blow out. “You are going to do that. It has to be something different.”

Steve finishes bandaging your hand and pats the back of it before letting it go. “I have shitty grades,” he mumbles at the ground. “I don’t know if I will. Might just disappoint my dad even more and have to repeat senior year.”

You frown a pity frown and tilt your head down to meet his upset gaze. “Tell you what,” you interject. “I will help you study and you can help me impress the guy I like.”

It will probably be weird since you do like him too, but you can’t just hold onto hope for him no matter how much you like him. You have to direct all your focus on Zion because he’s single and does like you. Or you hope so.

Regardless, Steve slowly lifts his eyes to meet yours while he lifts head, and you mirror his movement. “I have a study partner—but…” he sighs deeply and looks past your shoulder. “You know yeah, I think I can squeeze you in.”

You flash him a grin. “Good,” you say softly. “Will you help me? You are the love expert.” You tease him.

Steve scoffs in amusement while he rolls his eyes at your comment. “Yeah,” he gives in. “I'll help you too. But are you sure you’re, like, smart?”

You shoot him a pointed glare and mock him. “Are you sure you’re, like, smart?” You push him away and counter. “Duh, that’s why I’m offering my help.”

Steve chuckles lightly. “Got you.”

“Whatever,” you grumble and walk away to try and contact your dad. But no matter how much you try and try, nothing. There’s static and silence. So much for emergencies! You could probably be dead already!

You try again until you hear multiple gunshots that don’t come from your shotgun. Yet all you can do is wait now, there’s nothing you can do but that since you’re already worried.

Thankfully not so much time passes before headlights pop out from down the driveway, it’s Jonathan and Nancy! But they’re not alone, a bigger car follows behind them. When Jonathan and Nancy pass, the truck stops and you notice it’s a cop car.

“Let’s go!” The driver urges.

Since you were behind the group you can’t see who’s driving. You don’t see until the kids begin to climb in the truck.

“Holy shit,” you gasp with bewilderment. “Uncle Jim?!

Said man blinks repeatedly in confusion, he doesn’t seem to recognize you at first, not until you begin to approach the passenger side as Steve climbs in the back.

“Y/N?” Your uncle Jim muses and leans over.

You finally climb in the car and share a relieved but also nervous smile.

“What are you doing here?” Your uncle asks you.

You exhale with relief and then reply. “I’ll explain on the way. Let’s get out of here first.”

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“Here.”

You turn around and see Nancy with your gun. After a lot of explaining to your uncle, after arriving to a house filled with a lot of colorful paper, after some introductions with Joyce Byers, and Nancy's brother, you finally find time to talk to her. Just like you wanted to do before.

“Thank you, I didn’t end up using it but still thanks.” She adds.

You take the gun and nod softly while you smile at her. “No problem.”

Nancy puts her hands in her pockets and looks at you with curisoty. “How are you holding up? All this…” she sighs. “Must be scary.”

You let out a breathless laugh and nod. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s fucking terrifying, I want to go home, but…I’m involved now. They need me so…fuck it, right?

Nancy laughs softly and nods.

“Are you okay?” You ask her.

Nancy blinks with surprise and takes a moment before nodding. “I’m fine. I think. It’s been a long week.”

You smile and nod. “Tell me about it. Is that hangover cured?” You tease her. “I tried talking to you after the party, but I never saw you or could actually get a hold of you.”

Nancy parts her lips, but remains speechless for a few seconds before she smiles softly at the floor. “It’s all cured. I’m sorry about that,” she groans and then meets your gaze. “I remember you helping me that night. Thank you for that. You didn’t have to, but you did. Thanks.”

You offer her an assuring smile, and let her continue.

“Uh, how about we make up that mall date we never got to? After this I think it’s overdue.”

Your smile begins to widen and you nod a bit too eagerly. “Yeah, yeah. That would be cool. It’d be nice to take my mind off everything.”

“Cool,” Nancy nods and begins to shuffle towards Jonathan talking to his unconscious brother on the couch. “We can agree on a date later.”

You nod in agreement and then turn around, and can’t help but grin happily. Finally!

“Hey, kid come call your dad for me,” your uncle Jim directs at you as he hangs the phone up.

You hurry to take the phone and quickly dial the house number. As it begins to ring you give your back to the kids as they begin to argue with your uncle.

“They didn’t believe you did they?” Dustin questions.

“We’ll see,” your uncle mutters.

“Come on answer,” you mumble the ringing phone. “Where the hell are you?”

“We’ll see,” Nancy's brother, Mike exclaims before he continues to yell at your uncle. You however don’t pay attention to them since you catch Steve staring at Nancy sadly, while she comforts Jonathan.

Did he catch something you don’t comprehend? They are just friends, no? Jonathan and Nancy.

Steve proceeds to turn around and sniffles, and before he can catch you staring you focus on the fact that your dad did not fucking answer.

“God—ugh,” you groan and then call again.

This time however, the phone gets snatched from your hand and your uncle pushes you out of the way.

“Hey!” You protest. “I'm calling him!”

Your uncle gives you his back, so you walk around him and wait with anticipation. But just like before, your fucking dad doesn’t answer.

“Look Rowan, it’s Jim. Your brother…we—your daughter needs your help, bring your guns, we need them all….” He follows by giving the curtain address before hanging up.

You try to question him but he just walks away.

“Rude,” you scoff.

Now what?

You wait, but for what? An army that didn’t even say they’d come, for a father that hasn’t answered the phone or walkie? For the monsters to attack?

You should go home now, go to sleep and wake up to just listen about the aftermath. But…no, you wait and let the silence slowly kill you. You can’t even talk to Steve, he…doesn’t seem like he wants to talk because besides the obvious exhaustion of today's events, there’s this solemn look he carries; he doesn’t try to talk to his girlfriend or comfort her. He stays away and lets her comfort Jonathan.

The same guy who took her home after the party…did they? Are they?

So many questions rise to mind but you don’t dare to ask any. Instead you lean back against the wall hoping the phone will ring, hoping your walkie will go off, but nothing.

“Did you guys know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?” Mike finally breaks the silence, but with a matter which doesn’t interest you, so you tune it out until Mike adds a daring comment. “We can’t let him die in vain.”

You slowly pick your eyes off the floor and look at Dustin as he exclaims.

“What do you want to do, Mike? The Chief’s right on this. We can’t stop those Demo-dogs on our own.”

Demo-dogs?

“Demo-dogs?” Max questions your exact same thought. Albeit she sounds a bit judgmental, you…think it’s pretty creative.

“Demogorgon dogs,” Dustin explains whilst he also explains with his hands. “Demo-dogs. It’s like a compound. It’s like a play on words—”

“Okay,” Max cuts him off.

You drop your head and snicker quietly.

“I mean, when it was just Dart, maybe,” Dustin continues to say.

“But there’s an army now,” Lucas adds for him.

Dustin nods. “Precisely.”

“His army,” Mike mutters, causing you to slowly lift your head as you grow confused and intrigued.

“What do you mean?” You probe.

“His army,” Mike repeats louder. “Maybe if we stop him, we can stop his army, too.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, but before you can ask what he really means, Mike runs off. Lucas, Dustin and Max follow him, so Steve and you share a knowing look before you both follow them to a child’s room filled with the same posters.

“The shadow monster,” Dustin names the scary spider-like monster terrorizing over some drawn out woods.

It’s just a drawing but it doesn’t fail to cause you to grow scared.

“It got Will that day on the field,” Mike explains. “The doctor said it was like a virus, it infected him.”

You blink in disbelief while you take the drawing from Dustin to study it better.

“And so this virus,” Max says. “It’s connecting him to the tunnels?”

“To the tunnels, monsters, the Upside Down, everything,” Mike says rapidly.

“Whoa,” Steve cuts in. “Slow down. Slow down.”

You hand the drawing to Steve and pay closer attention to what this kid says.

“Okay, so, the shadow monsters inside everything. And if the vines feel something like pain, then so does Will.”

“And so does Dart,” Lucas says after Mike..

Mike nods. “Yeah. Like what Mr Clarke taught us. The hive mind.”

You’ve heard of that behavior. It’s an interesting behavior.

“Hive mind?” Steve questions.

You nod and look at him. “It’s a collective consciousness. It’s a super-organism,” you explain to him excitedly. “It’s seen in bees, ants, and birds. Of course none to that level where they share the same pain, but think of it like that. Just in a bigger scale!”

Steve doesn’t seem to understand, but Mike cuts in before you can explain it in simpler terms. “And this is the thing that controls everything. It’s the brain. Like the mind flayer.”

Lucas snaps his fingers, and you actually don’t understand that connection, so just like Steve and Max, you also utter the same word. “What?”

But once again they don’t explain it right away, they grab some game manual and then gather everyone around the table, except for the boy Will and his mother. Once everyone else is gathered though, Dustin begins to explain what was brought up.

“The Mind Flayer.”

“What the hell is that?” Your uncle questions.

“It’s a monster from an unknown dimension,” Dustin explains. “It’s so ancient that it doesn’t even know it’s true home. Okay, it enslaves races of other dimensions by taking over their brains using its highly-developed psionic powers.”

Not like a bee.

“Oh my god,” your uncle snaps. “None of this is real. This is a kids game.”

“No, it’s a manual,” Dustin quickly rebuttals. “And it’s not for kids. And unless you know something we don’t, this is the best metaphor—”

“Analogy,” Lucas corrects him, making you slowly look at him in annoyance.

“Analogy?” Dustin quips. “That’s what you’re worried about? Fine! An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is,” Dustin shouts, making you back away from him.

“Okay,” Nancy interjects, “so this mind flamer thing—”

“Flayer,” Dustin corrects her. “Mind Flayer.”

Nancy sighs and then asks her question. “What does it want?”

“To conquer us, basically,” Dustin explains. “It believes it’s the master race.”

“Like the Germans?” Steve adds quite confidently.

He should’ve sticked to just listening.

“Uh, the Nazis?” Dustin asks.

Steve catches the judgment and just nods. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, the Nazis.”

Oh god he’s going to need a lot of help.

“Uh,” Dustin says. “If the Nazis were from another dimension, totally. Uh, it views other races, like us, as inferior to itself.”

“It wants to spread, take over other dimensions,” Mike now adds to the explanation. Which helps somewhat understand what they’re trying to get at.

“We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it,” Lucas cuts in.

You sigh and feel your fear heighten.

“That’s great. That’s great,” Steve comments nervously. “That’s really great. Jesus!”

You swallow thickly and try to probe for more. “Okay, so if this thing is like a brain that’s controlling everything.” You approach the table and take the book to study the description. “Then if we kill it…theoretically, we kill everything it controls.”

“We win,” Dustin agrees.

You glance at him. “Theoretically?” You ask.

“Yes of course,” Lucas agrees.

You hum and watch your uncle take the book from you as he now also interjects. “Great. So how do you kill this thing? Shoot it with fireballs or something?”

Dustin chuckles and shakes his head. “No. No, no fire—no fireballs. Uh, you summon an undead army. Uh, because…because zombies, you know, they don’t have brains, and the mind Flayer, it…it…it likes brains…”

Oh.

“…it’s just a game. It’s a game.”

You sigh and rub the bridge of your nose.

“What the hell are we doing here?” Your uncle complains and throws the book down.

“I thought we were waiting for your military backup,” Dustin snaps.

“We are!”

“Even if they come how are they gonna stop this?” Mike also argues with even more anger.

Why is he so angry?

“You can’t just shoot this with guns.”

Hey, you did.

“You don’t know that!” Your uncle yells back. “We don’t know anything!”

You would say you killed one with a gun but you’re scared to get yelled at, so you just keep your mouth shut.

“We know it’s already killed everybody in that lab,” Mike adds.

“And we know the monsters are gonna molt again,” Lucas reminds the group.

“And we know that it’s only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town,” Dustin adds to the argument.

“They’re right,” a new voice interjects, pulling your gaze to the kitchen entrance and spotting Joyce—“we have to kill it.” She nods. “I want to kill it.”

Your uncle breaks away from his spot and walks to her. “Me too, Joyce, okay?” He says. “But how do we do that? We don’t exactly know what we’re dealing with here.”

“No,” Mike cuts in. “But he does,” he refers to Will while he walks out of the kitchen. “If anyone knows how to destroy this thing, it’s Will. He’s connected to it. He'll know it’s weakness.”

Isn’t he the one that alerts the demo-dogs where he is?

“I thought we couldn’t trust him anymore,” Max says your thought outloud. That he’s a spy for the mind flayer now.”

“Yeah,” Mike agrees. “But he can’t spy if he doesn’t know where he is.”

And just like that everyone spreads out to find ways to cover the shed in the backyard. You help them to keep your mind off everything, to not just sit and wait for your dad to respond back. To not think of your fear mostly.

And it works for a while, whilst you help everyone cover the inside of the shed your mind gets distracted. But that doesn’t last long because once the inside of the shed is covered, Jonathan, his mother, Mike and your uncle interrogate Will. It seems a lot of today has been spent mostly just waiting for something to happen, for the Demo-dogs to take the bait, for Nancy and Jonathan to go to the lab in search of their family, wait for the army people to answer, wait for your own father, and even now you wait for answers.

Waiting should be boring, but it’s just stressful. Tension weighs your shoulders down. It probably ages you ten years too.

If you were home, living ignorantly—or just vicariously through your dad, you’d be out with Zion right now. At least that’s what you agreed to…He probably hates you now. You left him a voicemail since no one picked up at his house, but he still probably hates you for flaking. You’d hate yourself.

After today albeit, you wish you can live ignorantly. Pretend nothing happened and just go out on that date and not have to worry if you’ll get eaten. You even…and this is a pain to say…but you would even be down to watch one of your mothers movies. And that’s not said lightly.

Nevertheless, throughout all that thinking as you wait in the tense silence, you do end up nodding off on the couch. It felt like eternity, but you only wake up 30 minutes later because the house phone rings.

Albeit, Dustin quickly hangs it up.

“Oh it isn’t a dream,” you grumble as you rub your eyes. “Is it the army?” You ask groggily.

Everyone’s tense?

“What’s—” you get cut off by the sound of the phone ringing again.

This time as Dustin is going to hang it up Nancy yanks it off the wall and throws it to the ground.

“Do you think he heard that?” Max asks.

Oh right! That. Will can’t know, right, right.

You get off the couch and approach the kitchen.

“It’s just a phone,” Steve comments. “It could be anywhere. Right?”

You swallow thickly and at that moment catch a paper with dashes, dots and the word “Close gate” on it.

“Is that the solution?” You ask and turn the paper to stare at it.

“We hope,” Nancy says.

You sigh and then glance at the door out of fear. There’s a possibility that Will wouldn’t figure it out, but considering this is his house, he’s in his own shed, he probably has some idea of where he is. He just needed a last hint.

And of course the phone ringing was his push to figure it all out because not so long later growls echo in the distance.

“Shit,” you mumble and face the front window. “That’s not good.” You maneuver past the kids watching the window and pick your gun off the floor.

Jonathan, Joyce, Mike then rush inside with a now unconscious Will. And while joyce lays Will down somewhere your uncle marches inside soon after that.

“Hey, hey, get away from the windows!” He orders.

You cock your shotgun and stand guard in front of the window.

“Do you know how to use this?” Your uncle directs at Jonathan.

“What?” He asks.

You peer back and notice his confusion.

“Can you use this?!”

“I can,” Nancy steps up, making you smirk.

“To being stupid teenagers?” Steve whispers to you as he falls beside you.

You slowly look over at him and nod stiffly. “To being stupid teenagers,” you repeat.

Steve sighs and then looks ahead, you follow his line of gaze and point your gun out at the window. The demo-dogs sound closer now, you can hear them rustling, screeching louder.

“Where are they?” Max asks impatiently.

You clench your jaw and exhale shakily. The monsters growl, and you can’t help but tighten your grip around your gun.

A loud thud then hits something outside, making you and everyone else turn to face it and be ready. Yet none of them show up at the window or try to take the door down. They just seem to stay outside.

“What are they doing?” Nancy asks shakily.

Leaves rustles as they pass, but still nothing.

“Are they messing with us?” You question their tactics.

Before anyone can answer though, a snarl sounds outside the window, causing you all to turn again. But still nothing, one actually seems to screech in pain, and more make the same noises, but then out of nowhere one hurls through the window.

You yell along with everyone else and point your gun at it to get ready to shoot, but it doesn’t move! It’s…dead.

“Holy…shit,” Dustin muses.

Your uncle slowly approaches the dead demo-dog, and you slowly lower your gun.

“Is It dead?” Max asks.

You nod slowly. “Seems so.”

When your uncle Jim reaches the demo-dog he moves it with his foot, and it continues not to react. However, wood then creaks from the outside.

The monsters don’t make a sound anymore, so what is it?

The lock then turns and your heart begins to pound harder.

They can’t do that can they? What the fuck!

The chain lock gets pulled off like something from a horror movie, and the doorknob slowly turns before the door begins to open.

However, when the door gets pushed open, it isn’t some demo-dog standing outside menacingly. It’s a girl with gelled back hair and a bleeding nose. Everyone seems to be unthreatened by her, so you lower your gun and lean towards Steve. “Who is that?” You ask.

Steve leans over and responds quietly. “Eleven, the girl Dustin told you about….”

The girl your dad is looking for. Holy shit. The girl that can lift shit with her fucking mind!

“Eleven,” Mike mumbles as they close the gap left between each other with a hug.

“Mike,” Eleven gasps.

You brush your hand over your walkie and step back.

She’s the one who can end this all? The one that started it…or at least that’s what Dustin said.

Hm. Interesting.

Now since you don’t know her and she doesn’t know you, you walk to the kitchen as they reunite with her, as your uncle talks to Mike privately.

Your dad said he wanted to end this. All of this terror that haunts this town. You haven’t seen a fraction of what the others have, but from what you’ve lived through today that’s enough terror for you. Enough terror for them. So if she’s the part that’s needed to ending it…shouldn’t you help your dad?

End it and you also get to finally settle down and live.

Besides, even after all that’s happened, this little town is a good place. You already have friends, a home, you don’t need to go back to Washington DC, you can stay here. And the only way is to get rid of all of it. Your dad can’t do that if he doesn’t know where she is though.

However, before that can happen you need to know something else, so you wait. And as predicted Joyce brings her to the kitchen to speak about the answer Will gave.

“You opened this gate before, right?” Joyce asks Eleven.

“Yes,” Eleven mutters.

You fold your arms over the table and watch her cautiously.

“Do you think if we got you back there, that you could close it?” Joyce continues to question her.

Eleven glances at her and then looks ahead, she agrees quietly, but this time your uncle argues against her. “It’s not like it was before, it’s grown. A lot. And I mean, that’s considering we can get in there. That place is crawling with those dogs. ”

He’s protecting her…

This may be a problem.

“Demo-dogs,” Dustin corrects him.

Your uncle sighs. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said, uh, Demo-dogs? Like Demogorgan and dogs.”

He’s at it again.

“Like, you put them together, it sound pretty badass—”

“How is this important right now?” Your uncle cuts him off.

Dustin looks away and retorts. “It’s not. I’m sorry.”

You sit up and look back at your uncle. “I can help. I killed one with my shotgun,” you let him know with a smirk.

Your uncle shoots you a pointed look and shakes his head.

“It’s true, Uncle Jim” you exclaim. “I killed one!”

“Uncle?” You hear the girl, Eleven, question your comment.

“No,” he spats. “You’re not helping. Your dad hates me enough. I’m not putting you in harm's way.”

“I can do it,” Eleven then cuts in, turning your attention back to her.

“You’re not hearing me.”

Eleven nods. “I’m hearing you. I can do it.”

“Even if El can, there’s still a problem,” Mike interjects. “If the brain dies, the body dies.”

You blink in confusion and question that. “I thought that was the whole point?”

“It is,” Mike agrees. “But if we’re really right about this…I mean, if El closes the gate and kills the mind flayers army…”

“Will’s a part of that army,” Lucas finishes for Mike.

“Closing the gate will kill him.”

You look down and share something that’s been itching your brain. “Not exactly. You said it was a virus. It’s not a part of him. He’s just like a…voice, that’s putting it simple. A puppet. Right? You just have to cut its string. Or in this case make the host inhabitable.”

All eyes fall on you, no one adds anything as they all think, Joyce gasps though out of a sudden and then walks away. Before you can follow Steve puts his hand out.

“Nice,” he compliments you.

You high five him and shoot him a smile. “Thanks. That’s what homeschooling gets you.” You get off your chair and follow him after the others.

“Whatever.”

“He likes it cold,” you hear Joyce mutter inside the room.

“What?” Your uncle asks.

“It’s what Will kept saying to me. He likes it cold.”

You peek inside and watch Joyce close the window. “We keep giving it what it wants,” she says.

“It’s just like y/n said,” Nancy interjects. “We have to make the host uninhabitable. So if he likes it cold…”

“We need to burn it out of him,” Joyce adds.

“We have to do it somewhere he doesn’t know this time,” Mike shares his thoughts.

Dustin nods, “yeah, somewhere far away.”

And just like that your uncle suggests his cabin, or his grandfather's cabin. All things get set in motion now, Jonathan and his mother will take Will, your uncle will take Eleven, and you will lead your father to her.

So while Steve and Nancy search for heaters out in the junk thrown out from the shed, and while the kids fare Eleven good luck, you go to the bathroom and try your dad one more time.

“Dad,” you let the button go and wait. You watch it as if that would do anything.

And this time rather than static and nothing, your dads voice responds. “Y/N? Baby, where have you been?”

You sigh with relief and quickly respond, but not in English, you can’t risk letting anyone hear, so you speak to him in Mandarin. “<I will explain it all later, swear. That girl you’re looking for, the anomaly. She’s going to the lab with uncle Jim. Now. You promised we’d find a home after right? Well this is your chance. I want to stay here.>” You let go of the button and wait.

Your dad takes a moment but he then makes sure you hear him sigh before he responds. “<I have so many questions, but I’ll get those later. Thank you.>”

You smile softly and then quickly make sure to add a short warning. “<Before you leave just know that when you get there monsters are going to be there. You have to wait until the girl closes a gate inside the lab, okay? That’s how we get rid of them. Make sure to wait until after that gate is closed! Understand?>”

Once again your dad sighs, but he doesn’t question you. “<Fine. I understand. Go home. Don’t wait up. Just know when you wake up breakfast will be ready.>”

You laugh softly and nod even if he can’t see, even if you don’t plan to go home yet. You just don’t want to argue with him. “<Be careful.>”

“<I will. I love you, baby.>”

Before every mission he never failed to say that. And everytime he said it genuinely and with no struggle.

It’s you who felt embarrassed.

“I love you,” he repeats with amusement. “Copy?”

“Copy,” you giggle.

“Say it.”

You roll your eyes. “I…love you,” you say back. “Be careful.”

“I will. Over and out.”

You sigh. “Over and out.”

Yeah, you’re going to the lab too. He hasn’t faced those monsters, you have, he’ll need your help. But your uncle will never let you ride with him, so you’ll wait. Act normal.

You walk out of the bathroom and catch the man you were just thinking of. He seemed to be walking out, but when he catches you walking to the living room he turns and stops at the end of the hall.

“You,” he points at you. “You stay here. Got it? Stay out of trouble. If your dad decides to answer, tell him where I am. Or to pick you up. Understand?”

You nod in agreement. “Yep. Be careful.”

Your uncle nods stiffly and walks out. When he’s out the door you sit on the couch and watch the window until both cars can’t be seen anymore. You continue to wait though, Mrs Byers car is outside so you’ll use that to get there. You just can’t catch up to your uncle so you'll wait a few minutes.

After a few moments pass of everyone doing their own thing, the silence finally breaks. “Mike, would you just stop already?” You hear Lucas complain.

Said boy stops pacing and faces his friend. “You weren’t in there, okay, Lucas?” Mike rebuttals. “That lab is swarming with hundreds of those dogs.”

“Demo-dogs,” you mouth. And just as you predicted, Dustin corrects him like he corrects everyone else who hasn’t said it.

“Demo-dogs!”

“The Chief will take care of her,” Lucas tries to assure Mike.

“Like she needs protection,” Max comments.

“Plus,” you add so later you won’t sound suspicious. “My dad is going to help. I managed to get ahold of him.”

Mike drags his gaze to you and counters sassily. “And what does your dad do?”

You smirk. “He was a CIA agent. He’s skilled enough.”

Mike rolls his eyes like if he doesn’t believe you, but doesn’t say anything, letting Steve cut in.

“Listen, dude, a coach calls a play in a game, bottom line, you execute it. All right?”

You snort at his comment before you pick at it. “First of all, this isn’t a sports game, and second we’re not even in the game. We’re on the bench man.”

Steve holds your gaze and nods slowly before he begins to stammer. “Right, so my point is—”

You lean forward from where you sit and quirk your brow.

“Right,” Steve agrees. “Yeah, we’re on the bench, so, uh, there’s nothing we can do.” He puts a towel cloth over his shoulder and sighs in defeat.

However, Dustin interjects now. “That’s not entirely true. I mean, these Demo-dogs, they have a hive-mind. When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”

“So if we get their attention,” Lucas cuts in, and Max follows by adding to the plan.

“Maybe we can draw them from the lab.”

“And clear a path to the gate,” Mike says.

“Yeah,” Steve cuts in. “And then we all die.”

“That’s one point of view,” you counter.

Steve shoots you a pointed glare and shakes his head. “No that’s not a point of view. That’s a fact. Weren’t you just scared of them?”

You nod but shrug him off instead.

“I got it!” Mike exclaims and walks past Dustin and Steve, you get off the couch and follow him along with the others—”this is where the chief dug his hole,” Mike points to a spot on one of the colorful papers. “This is our way into the tunnel. So…” he trails off and walks to another spot.

“Here,” he points out. “Right here. This is like a hub. So you get all the tunnels feeding in here.” He crouches and continues to explain. “Maybe if we set this on fire…”

“Oh, no yeah? That’s a no.” The kids ignore Steve though.

“The mind flayer would call away his army,” Dustin shares his theory.

“They’d all come to stop us,” Lucas adds.

“Then we circle back to the exit,” Mike continues. “By the time they realize we’re gone—”

“El would be at the gate,” Max says excitedly.

“Hey,” Steve exclaims, finally catching everyone’s attention. “Hey! Hey! This is not happening.”

“But—”

“No, no, no buts,” he interrupts Mike. “I promised I’d keep you shitheads safe and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. We’re staying here. On the bench. And we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everyone understand that?”

You nod. You’re the only one who does.

“This isn’t a stupid sports game,” Mike argues with annoyance.

“I said, does everybody understand that?” Steve presses. “I need a yes.”

Before anyone can answer though, an engine revs outside, stealing everyone’s attention to the window. But only Max and Lucas run over to get a better view through the wicked

“It’s my brother,” Max announces, piquing your curiosity. “He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us.”

You take a step forward and probe. “Who’s your brother?”

Max looks back at you with worry. “Billy Hargrove.”

Oh, that guy?

“Stay here,” Steve orders suddenly before he walks out of the house before anyone can argue.

You join the kids by the window and watch Billy climb out of his car and meet Steve half way. And since you can’t hear the interaction since they’re speaking too low to hear them clearly, you watch them confront each other.

They remain calm for a moment. Only for a moment before Billy points at all of you in the window.

“Fuck,” you mumble and slide down along with the kids.

“Shit, did he see us?” Dustin asks panicked.

You nod. “Yeah, he saw us.” You get up and point your head to the kitchen. “Go.”

The kids run after you, but the door then gets slammed opened as Billy storms in.

“Well, well, well,” he greets everyone and slams the door shut.

Where’s Steve?

“Lucas Sinclair,” Billy just names him and ignores his sister and the rest of you. “What a surprise.” As he approaches him he glares at his sister. “I thought I told you to stay away from him, Max.”

“Billy, go away,” she mutters.

“You disobeyed me,” Billy says quietly. “And you know what happens when you disobey me.”

“Billy…”

“I break things,” he says and then suddenly grabs Lucas by the collar and drags him away to slam him against a cabinet in the kitchen.

“Hey!” You exclaim and chase after him without helping Steve. “Stop! Leave him alone!”

“Billy stop! Billy!” Max yells out.

“Get off of me, you—”

“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will.” Billy sneers at the boy. “You stay away from her. Stay away from her! You hear me?”

You have enough and manage to shove Billy to the wall beside him. “Leave the boy alone, asshole.”

Billy stares at you with surprise at first, letting you pull Lucas behind you so he can sneak away back to his friends.

“It’s you,” Billy chuckles.

You scoff smugly. “It’s me.”

Billy proceeds to push you, making Max react.

“Leave her alone Billy.”

You however, don’t let him push you around, you close your hand to a fist and then without warning hit him with an upper cut.

Billy groans and stumbles back since you catch him off guard. You don’t stop there though, you see his threatening stance, you saw him with Lucas, and predict what he did to Steve, so you throw a right hook too.

“Nice,” you hear Dustin say.

You proceed to knee Billy in the balls. “Don’t touch me,” you warn him. “Or them ever again.”

Billy groans and holds his crotch, but rather than writhing in his pain, he begins to laugh, making you step back and watch him in confusion

“You’re so dead, bitch.” He hisses.

You swallow thickly out of fear, but stand your ground.

Albeit, Steve then pushes you away and takes your place in front of Billy. “No,” Steve says. “You are.” And before anything else can be said or done, Steve throws Billy a strong right hook that makes him stumble.

Steve then grabs Billy by the collar and turns him to throw him back against the table. And like before Billy begins to laugh.

“Steve,” you try to warn him.

Said man meets your gaze and points his eyes to the side, letting you understand that he wants you to get out of the way.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh?” Billy laughs. “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me so much about!”

“Get out,” Steve warns Billy as he pushes him back.

Nevertheless, Billy throws a punch. Steve luckily ducks it and also throws a punch that lands on Billys face.

“Yes! Kick his ass, Steve!” Dustin exclaims with excitement.

There’s no point yelling. Its either get beat up, or beat him up. You don’t want Steve to lose, so you let him fight Billy.

“Murder that son of a bitch!” Dustin shouts as Steve hits Billy again and again, and again until Billy is against the sink laughing like a maniac.

“Get that shithead!” Mike yells too.

“Kill the son of a bitch!” Dustin cheers Steve on. But as he does Billy slams a plate against Steve’s head.

“Steve!” You cry out and try to approach him, but Steve puts his hand out to stop you.

You don’t listen and meet him halfway as he stumbles away from Billy. Steve grabs your arms as you secure your hold around him.

However, you miss Billy storming over and don’t catch him until he kicks Steve out of your arms.

“Hey!” You bellow and try to shove him back, but this time he’s more aware of you. Before you can touch him he swings his hand back and slaps you harshly with the back of his hand.

“Fuck,” you hiss and hold a part of your face that begins to sting.

“Y/N,” Lucas calls out and approaches you with the other kids in tow.

You shake your head and face them to assure them. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” You nod and then drift your attention to the men, catching how Billy picks Steve up by the collar.

“No one tells me what to do!” Billy spats and then slams his head against Steve, making him fall back. “Whoo!”

“Stop!” You cry out. “You’re gonna kill him! Leave him alone, you made your point!”

Billy climbs over Steve and begins to punch him repeatdly. Your mind threatens to keep you there, but you snap out of your stupor and run to grab your gun from the corner of the wall you kept it against.

You don’t plan to shoot Billy, you just need to scare him by shooting beside him or something.

Nevertheless, just as you face Billy, Max beats you to it and stabs a needle in the side of his neck, causing him to finally stop hitting your friend, and shut the boys up.

Billy follows by getting up though to face his sister with disbelief, letting you drop your gun and fall on your knees by Steve.

“Oh god,” you mumble shakily as you see the blood all over his face. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay.” You press your ear against his lips and hear him breathing. He’s just unconscious. “You’ll be okay.” You whisper to his unconscious body.

A body thumps against the floor, so you look over, and catch Billy falling unconscious himself. He makes sure to laugh first though.

Creep.

Max picks up Steve’s nail bat and lifts it up to warn Billy. “From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone. Do you understand?”

“Screw you,” Billy mutters, making Max swing the bat down between his legs.

“Say you understand!” Max yells back angrily. “Say it! Say it!”

You look over at Billy and see him lick his lips before responding. “I understand,” Billy whispers.

“What?” Max asks.

“I understand,” Billy repeats before falling unconscious.

Max doesn’t wait to drop the bat and take the keys out of her brother's pocket. “Let’s get out of here,” she tells the boys.

About that.

It’s later than you wanted, but its okay.

“I’m going to Hawkins lab,” you let the kids know as you get up and walk to the kitchen to get a cloth to clean Steve’s face. “I’m using Mrs Byers car and meeting my dad there.”

“What?” Dustin asks as he follows after you while you get other things to clean Steve’s cuts. “But—”

“My dad doesn’t know about these things, not enough anyway. He…he’s going to help my uncle,” you lie. “But he’s going to get caught up in the mess, I need to help him. He’s the only family I have, I can’t let him die.”

Dustin parts his lips to argue, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Good,” you say and peer over your shoulder. “You guys need a ride first?”

“No!” Max exclaims. “I got it! You go, help your dad.”

You turn and face her as she also follows after you. “You drive?”

Max hesitates but then nods. “Yeah, my mom taught me.”

She’s too young for that, but you only have your dad, he’s what matters most in this world, so you take her word.

So now after you clean and bandage all of Steve’s cuts, after you wipe all the blood off his face, you get in Mrs Byers car and head to Hawkins lab. Your dad might not even need you for what he needs to do, but you were serious. He’s all you have. Your mother is a deadbeat, so you can’t lose your dad, you love him too much to lose him. So you go to him even with your fear of these Demo-dogs, even if it might mean having to harm that girl.

But if she’s the means to an end then…is it not worth it?

Tagged- @middle-of-the-earth @x-theolivia @redskull199987 @lilyhw1

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suckitsurveys · 2 years

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Do you have the right time set on your microwave?: No. We unplug it frequently so we never set the time.

Do you have any old newspaper articles? Why?: I have a copy of a local neighborhood newspaper that featured the hospital where my mom was going to deliver her first baby (my older sister). She is on the front page of the paper. It was at my dad’s so I am not sure how I ended up with it. I know he also has an article from the Chicago Trib where there’s a picture of him and me at a Cubs game. He’s holding me and he had just caught a ball.

Do you have a flat screen tv or just a regular box?: All of our TVs are flat screens.

Do you have a radar detector for your car?: No.

Have you ever been arrested? For what?: Yes, a bullshit trespassing charge. We were collecting sticks in an OPEN yard.

Do you know how to change the oil in your car?: I’ve never done it or even attempted to.

Have you taken your shower yet?: I don’t shower every day.

Do you like Tootsie Rolls?: I do.

Do you have a printer? What kind?: We have two 3D printers lol.

Are you seeing anybody currently?: I am married.

Do you or have you ever smoked cigarettes?: I have, but not habitually.

Do you like it when it snows?: It’s pretty but I hate having to travel in it.

Are your ears pierced?: Yes. One on my right, three on my left. I’ve actually been wanting more.

Where do you do most of your shopping?: Depends on what you’re talking about.

Who do you live with?: My husband and three kitties.

What is your most expensive bill?: Rent.

Do you have a big yard?: It’s decent, especially for the city.

Do you live in the country or the city?: City.

Do you sleep alone or with someone every night?: With my husband and at least one cat.

Did you have a treehouse as a child?: No, but I had a swing set that had kind of a treehouse platform on it.

At what age did you obtain your driver license?: 21.

Do you look in the newspaper for coupons?: Nope. I get them all online.

Did you get a big tax refund from last year?: It’s fine.

Do you like Slim Jim’s?: Eh.

Is there someone you would love to punch right now?: Yes, always.

Did you grow up fast?: Lol.

What are you favorite kind of chips?: Salsa Verde Doritos.

Have you taken any medicine recently? For what?: Just regular pain meds.

What have you eaten today?: Cereal and a salad.

Did you or are you going to wash your hair today?: No, not til Friday.

Does the water in your shower take a long time to get warm?: No.

Where did you go today?: Just to work.

Are you sleepy right now?: Of course. When aren’t I?

What color is your mousepad?: I don’t have one.

Should you be doing something else at the moment?: I should be working.

Do you like your neighbors?: Yes, the ones in my building anyway.

Do you have bedroom shoes?: No.

Do you get your eyebrows waxed?: No..

Has anyone given you flowers recently?: No.

Do you work Monday thru Friday?: Yes.

Is there anything you are looking forward to tomorrow?: Yes! It’s my last day of work before I leave for Boston! I am also getting my nails done.

How many miles does your car have on it?: I can’t remember.

Is your alarm clock set to radio or beep?: I use my phone for my alarm.

Do you like to go fishing?: Eh.

Has anyone you know been arrested recently?: I don’t think so.

Do you have more than 1 email address?: Yeah, I have a couple.

Do you think you will have the same job 2 years from now?: Yes.

Do you have central heating and air?: No.

Do you speed while driving?: Sometimes oops.

Is there someplace you would rather be right now?: Yeah, not at work.

Did you build the computer you are using?: No.

Do you have good computer speakers?: This computer doesn’t have speakers.

Are you waiting on anything at the moment?: The day to end.

Where is your favorite person?: He’s at home.

Do you keep track of your debit purchases?: I mean, sure.

Do you ever shop at Harris Teeter? I have no idea what that is.

Do you like to burn incense?: Yes.

Are there any plants in your house?: Yes.

How long does it take you to get to work?: About 20 minutes.

#Surveys

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jim-moriarty-moran · 3 years

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Richard wakes up in another strange place, it looked like an old apartment, he looked out the window and tried to figure where he was. Richard immediately turned to look for his phone and called Sebastian. As the other picked up he blurted out, already panicking: "Sebastian can you come pick me up, I don't even know where I am, it just looks like the outskirts of London, it's an old apartment, there's nothing too interesting on the surroundings,can you just come please?"

“Yeah, kid, of course.” Sebastian responds, “Do me a favor and keep your phone on though, I’ll be able to find you that way.” He instructs him, a little surprised to be getting the call but he has a soft spot for Richard, what can he say? He gets up and quickly gets ready. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, just don’t run off or anything for me and try to calm down? I know you’re probably scared but it’s going to be okay. Just stay there.”

Richard sits on the couch trying to calm down and control his breathing, he never liked being left alone. "Thank you, Sebastian. Thank you... No I'm not scared." Richard says the last words trying to assure himself more than Sebastian and can't wait til the other arrives.

Sebastian smiles a little, knowing the other is scared but he doesn’t mention it. “Okay, be brave, I’m coming.” He assures.

True to what he said, it’s only minutes later that he was at the building, going through, trying to find just where Richard was at in it. “Rich, can you help me? I’m in the building, what’s the room number you’re in?”

Sebastian's voice helps him to concentrate. Richard, gets out of the room and looks at the number. "It's 26." When he sees Sebastian he runs at him and hugs him. "Thank you." He'd never tell anyone, but whenever Richard wasn't Richard fragments of what the others did would bother him as nightmares and the life that Moriarty did didn't allow him any friends except for Sebastian.

Seb goes to the room quickly, smiling as he sees the smaller man, “There you are.” He says, arms going around Richard, holding him close, “What are you doing in a place like this?” He asks, thinking he knows but leaving the question as more of an off handed comment as he keeps an arm around Richards shoulders. “Let’s get you out of here.”

Sebastian's smile makes his heart leap and Richard feels safe in the embrace but the question makes him doubt himself. Didn't Sebastian know about him, about the others? He begins to answer with a half "I don't-" but is interrupted from the second question so he doesn't answer. "Yeah right. That sounds good."

“I know.” He whispers to him, moving close to make sure Richard hears it. He gives his shoulder a squeeze, “Where do you want to go? Anything in mind? Do you know the last time you ate?” He asks, suddenly aware of how many questions he was asking and decides to stop, giving Richard some time to catch up with them.

Richard thinks for a while before giving an answer, he really just wanted to go home and take a nap before someone else got over his life but he also was dying to eat something. "Can we get some takeout and then go home?" He shakes his head. "I don't... Maybe- wait what date is it today?"

Sebastian doesn’t push, letting the other take his time to answer the questions. He nods when the answer does come, “Yeah, we can do takeaway.” He responds, “I’m not too sure.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls it out, holding it so they can both see what they date is. He’s not too sure why it would matter but Richard must have a reason for asking.

Richard smiles and is thankful that at least someone agrees with him and is kind enough to him. When he sees at the date he just lets out a tired sigh, the last time he was awake was three days ago, and he wasn't sure of what the others did on the meanwhile, none of them seemed to like food, considering his thin frame though. He shook his head and looked up at Sebastian. "Can we go now?"

Sebastian nods and leads Richard as they walk, arm still around him, “Okay, what are you wanting to eat kid?” He asks, looking down at him, thinking about it, he’s not even sure how old Richard is but there’s something about him that makes Sebastian feel protective, like the other is younger than him. He wonders if he should ask about that at some point.

“Go to your place or mine once we have it?” He asks, looking down at him.

Richard takes a minute to think and answers: "Whatever you think is ok, I'm good with it and I don't know, I'm not sure what I want." Richard raises a brow at the repetition of the word and still didn't understand why Sebastian did that. He looks down, and continues walking besides him. "Yours, I don't like going there. If it doesn't bother you of course, I don't want to be any trouble."

Sebastian nods, “Okay, I’m sure we can find something. Pastries? You like those right? I think I know where a bakery is around here.” He offers, thinking that could be a good idea, sandwiches and something with some desserts. “You’re not any trouble at all Rich.” He responds, “Never worry about anything like that. We can go to mine, of course.”

Richard nods and smiles at the suggestion, the day starting to get somewhat better for him. It was better with Sebastian anyways. "Yeah that sounds good. And if we could find anything with chocolate it would be nice." He looks up at Sebastian surprised. "Oh, okay, thank you."

Sebastian laughs softly, “I was already thinking about that, I’m sure they’ll have something.” He assures him, “but we’re getting sandwiches or something as well. You’re not going to just load up on chocolate.” He warns, leading him into the bakery when they reach it. “Anything you want, I’m paying.”

Richard nods already wanting to eat something and then go directly to sleep. But staying around with Sebastian was really fun too. "Yeah sandwich and chocolate pastries sound perfect." The warning doesn't mean a lot but the way Sebastian said it made Richard go more quiet. When they get to the place and Sebastian offers Richard gets really nervous and orders something simple. He eats silently too tired too talk but still invested, answering whenever Sebastian asks about something.

Sebastian let’s the other order before getting his own, adding a couple extra pastries for Richard more than for himself. He can tell the other is tired as they eat and doesn’t push him to talk. But does decide to ask the question that has been on his mind. “How old are you, Richie?” He asks, looking at the other.

Richard raises a brow at Sebastian ordering more pastries but doesn't protest. At the question he feels confused, it could depend on how you measure time. He remembered being with Jim since he was a kid, that's when the nightmares began. But then the other one came too and the nightmares doubled. "I- I'm not really sure. I think I'm supposed to be 5 years younger than Jim. I think so. I don't know, I'm sorry."

“You don’t have to apologize, Rich.” He assures him, “There’s just something about you that makes me feel protective and I thought I should ask instead of just continuing to call you kid.” He responds, honestly, giving him a smiles, “How about this, how old do you feel? Do you feel that close to Jim’s age? Or younger?” He asks, curious but not going to push if the other doesn’t have an answer.

Richard looked down on his plateand focused on the food, he was slightly blushing, he always did that when people told him to stop apologising or when they commented in the way he spoke. In a voice that coukd barely be heard he answered: "Thank you for considering that." Richard tried to think how many years had passed since he got to know Jim. The only answer he could make up his mind for was more than twenty years. More than twenty years he'd endured Jim before the other one joined too and it became worse. "I'm-I don't know, I think I maybe am 26? I don't know how to answer that, or how to explain. I'm sorry."

Sebastian reaches out, laying his hand on Richard’s, “I’m not asking for an explanation or anything. Just wanted to know how you feel.” He assures him. He pauses for a moment, considering what he was planning to do before deciding to go ahead and do it. He leans in, pressing an innocent kiss to Richard’s cheek, smiling a little, before going back to his sandwich.

The hand on his makes him feel electric. "Thanks for that then." Richard looks down immediately, now going completely red, not understanding why Sebastian would do that. It's not like he'd ever done anything of the kind before so why now? He shyly smiles back before returning his attention to his own food. It wasn't the best to hide the blush but still enough.

Sebastian can’t help but smile more at the sight of the blush. He can’t say it’s doesn’t look good on the other man, though he doesn’t comment on it, not sure how Richard would take that and certainly not sure how any of the others would. Instead, his attention goes back to his sandwich, practically devouring it.

Richard is grateful when they finally get on their way to Sebastian's place, lying on the couch as soon as he can, without missing a beat to apologize for being so quick to do that. He starts feeling sleepy soon and asks Sebastian: "Would you, sit here with me? I'm afraid that- I usually have nightmares when sleeping. And when I'm alone it gets worse. Can you just sit close to me?" After a pause he adds: "I'm sorry, just forget about it"

“Rich, there’s no need to worry so much, okay? It’s just me.” He assures him, moving to sit on the couch with him and moves so the others head is on his lap, his hand going to Richard’s hair, fingers in it carefully, not wanting to pull it. “Is this okay? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything but this way I’m close enough that I can help fight off any bad guys.” He smiles down at him.

"Ok, thanks for- just being you... I appreciate you." He is relieved when Sebastian sits close to him. The hand going through his hair caught him off guard but Richard enjoyed it, this somehow managed to make him feel more at peace with himself. He closes his eyes and allows himself to rest. "I'm not uncomfortable, thank you for doing this Sebastian." He pauses thinking for a moment before shifting to place a kiss on the other' cheek and then lying down again. "Thanks for fighting off the bad guys."

Sebastian smiles down at him, “You’re welcome, Richie, glad you like me, I don’t really know how to be anyone else.” He admits, fingers moving through his hair. “You’re welcome for all of that stuff. You know I’ll do it anytime, really.” He says, not minding if Richard ever needs him to do this again. The kiss to his cheek only makes him smile more as he leans and presses one to his forehead, “Sleep now, Richie.”

Richard sleepily smiles at his answer and scoots closer to Sebastian sliding one arm around his torso. The hand on his hair lulls him to sleep and he surprisingly isn't really bothered from nightmares. Even when he thought he'd start dreaming of the others again he felt Sebastian close to him and that reassured him and helped him calm down someway. Richard wakes up later, not knowing how much time had passed, but as long as it was him being him it's acceptable.

Sebastian finds himself dozing while Richard was sleeping, not sure how much time has passed but knowing it was at least a couple of hours. He opens his eyes when he feels the other shifting and waking up. “Hey Rich.” He mumbles, looking down at him, mostly just to see if it is still Richard and begin sure if he was any of the others he’d be corrected. “Did you sleep well?”

"Yeah Sebastian?" Richard says mumbling, yawns after it and stretches a little, he returns to lying close to Sebastian. "Yeah thank you." Richard finally opens his eyes still adjusting to the light, if there was one thing Richard Brook strongly disliked it was that. He smiles at Sebastian and wants to spend more time there but he has to go home. The smile slowly fades, he'll get more time with Sebastian another day, it doesn't matter. Though something in him makes him decide against it, not caring much about what the other two could say or think. Richard would worry for Sebastian and how the situation between them four could be so he asked: "Sebastian, how are you?"

“Just hi.” He responds, shifting a little and smiling as he wakes up a little more. He can almost feel the other man thinking so he doesn’t say anything, at least not yet. He knows Richard will speak up if he wants Sebastian to know about whatever it might be and until then he’s more than happy to sit with the others head on his lap, his hand starting move through it again. The question makes him look back to the other, wondering if that was what he was thinking so much about. “I’m okay, thank you.” He responds, “How are you, Richard?”

Richard shakes his head. "No, no I don't mean: Hi-how-are-you-thank-you-I'm-fine-what-about-you? I mean, what's going on with your life, how are you. I know I- I can be sometimes a lot and- I'm sorry. But this isn't about me, it's about you. So?" He looks up at Sebastian, giving a caring smile hoping it won't make him angry that he's asking something like that.

Sebastian smiles at the other, hearing what he was asking as he leans down and presses another kiss to his forehead, “That’s a little complicated. Not much, really, not easy finding jobs after the army incident. Mostly gambling at night and making money that way. On the plus side I am making money and I have a lot of free time.” He admits with a smile, “It’s not all bad. Things are getting better and it’s always nice being around you for a while.” He adds, honestly, “But that question does apply to you as well, you know?” He asks, “I did ask and I do care about you.” There aren’t many other people in his life anymore and Richard counts for most of them.

Richard frowns when he hears Sebastian's having trouble because of the army incident, he doesn't really approve of gambling either but if it earnes Sebastian money? Well then maybe it's not that bad but he still can't help himself and says out loud: "Just be careful?" His cheeks slightly redden when Sebastian says he likes hanging out with him. "Oh- thank you." At the question he tries to think of something but truth be told he doesn't have a single idea. How is he supposed to know when he isn't himself most of the time? "I- think I'm good. Yeah. That. I'm good."

“Of course, if you’re sure you want me to.” He says with a small, almost shy smile, if Sebastian Moran knows how to be shy at all. “You’re welcome. I think I have more enemies than friends or anything like that these days. It’s nice to have someone to spend time around.” ‘That isn’t trying to kill me’ he adds mentally but doesn’t want to worry Richard anymore so he keeps that part to himself. “Okay, good that you’re good.” He responds, softly with a smile down at him, not pushing anymore than that. He does know about Richard and the others after and he’s sure he knows what the hesitation is about.

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riseofnightwing · 4 years

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Once Upon a Dream - Dick Grayson Imagine (You'll love me at once, The way you did once upon a dream)

pairing: Dick Grayson x Titan! (Preg!Wifey!Reader)

request¹: When Trigon is controlling Dick, he sees Y / n as his wife instead of Dawn. So he tells Y / n what he saw.

request²: Can you write something about Dick and y/n being pregnant and he is protective over her and the baby? Thanks

notes: I joined these two lovely requests together because I thought they fit pretty well I’m so sorry the delay, I’m back at college and doing both is pretty hard but i did my very best. hope you enjoy it xxxx<3 y/e/c: your eye color

y/n/n: your nickname

“Good dreams, big boy.” I said as I put my son to sleep after telling him all the stories he asked me to. John wasn’t a hard-to-deal kid, he reminded me a lot of myself when I was younger, not the bad things, of course, only the good ones, although I wished he could inherit more of Y/n. Looking back at my past doesn’t make me that proud of who I was, but if I admire someone, it surely is my wife.

Heading to our bedroom, I entered, immediately locking my eyes for more than a second with a pair of large, Y/E/C eyes set in a pretty face. Y/N was laying down in our bed, reading her book. It didn’t matter how many times I looked at her, she would always look as beautiful as ever.

“Hey, Boy Wonder.” She greeted me with her specific -and so beloved by me- soft tone of voice.

“Hello, y/n/n” I took my shoes off, sitting in the bed, close to her. Her smell entered my nostrils as I placed a warm kiss on her neck. “How’s our baby and my wife doing?” I caressed her belly, trying to check on our kid as much as I could. Having John four years ago made me way more responsible and careful than I would imagine that I could be someday. Since it, my family had been all I cared for, the hero life didn’t need me as much as they did, or as much as I needed them too.

“We’re doing fine, he didn’t kick me like yesterday so yes..we’re good for today” she told me with a smile on her face. “But my feet, god, they’re killing me”

“Well, I think I can help you on this” I told her with a half smile

“Yeah? Show me how then.” she said and i moved to the end of the bed, sitting with her feet in my laps while i started to massage it.

She left her book on her side, positioning comfortably through the pillows

“I already told you this but..you’re the best husband in the whole world” she said

“I know that, thank you” i said, mocking her

“You’re so sassy, Grayson” we laughed together. I kept doing the massage for ten minutes when, in a matter of a second, we were interrupted by my phone ringing, showing Jason Todd on it’s screen. He was calling for a video call.

I didn’t talk to Jason for ages, what would he want now?

I looked at Y/n and she nodded at me, pointing that I should answer and I did. She got back to read her book while I answered his call, but I knew my wife pretty well to know she was still listening.

“Hey, Jay. Long time no see” I said when his face showed up on the screen. He was different, surely not the same Jason I knew 5 years ago.

“Hey, man, not as good as you, I think.” He answered, showing his legs. He was sitting in a wheelchair, I got perplexed. What the hell did happen to him?

“Jason” I had my hands covering my mouth after passing them through my hair. “What happened?”

“I was stupid. Totally my fault. Riddler and some guys were hitting jewelry stores late at night.” he spoke and I paid attention to every single word “Batman and I staked one out, caught them coming in. Should’ve gone down real simple, but I got too cocky. Big Surprise.” He had his head down, recognizing his mistakes.

“Went straight for him, Though I could take him down on my own. You know the Riddler never uses a gun?”

I nodded at him, it was true, he never did.

“Well, now he does. Bullet hit on my t5 vertebra. I still have it here.”

“Jesus.. I’m so sorry for that.”

“Gotham’s gotten worse, man” He looked at me “Way fucking worse. Commissioner Gordon’s dead.”

“What?” I was completely astonished by what I heard. How the fuck did Bruce let it happen?

“Three days ago. It was the joker, and it was bad. When Bruce finally found where he was. It was too late already.” he said “He’s going to kill the joker”

I felt Y/n’s intrigued eyes on me at this point. She knew Bruce almost too much like I did.

“He would never do that. Bruce has a line he’ll never cross”

“Things have changed, Dick. Alfred Died, I got shot, Commissioner Gordon Died.” Too much information to my own good, I wish I could still be in peace with Yn in bed like I was some minutes ago.

“Why are you telling me all of that now?” I sighed.

“Because you’re the real Robin, man. Not me. He was never the same after you left. Alfred said it. Superman said it. You were the only one he ever listened to. Maybe the only one he cared about after his parents died.” I didn’t answer him this time, it was too much.

“You need to come back to Gotham and convince him not to do it.”

What? Come back to Gotham?

“I can’t. I swore I’d never go back.I haven’t spoke to Bruce in years”

“The whole thing with Tony Zucco. You know what he’s going through. If he does it, there’s no coming back.” I looked back at him “He’s the only hero that Gotham has left.” he sighed “You’re the only one that could save him”

He said and hung up, leaving me with innumerable thoughts, innumerable questions.

I threw my phone at the sofa in front of the bed, getting up and running my hands through my hair.

I felt a pair of arms hugging me from behind

“Dick.” I heard her voice “I’m here.”

“If bruce wants to do something, he’s gonna do it. We both know that.” I said turning around to look at her. “He dresses up like a bat to fight crime. That works for him.” I spoke trying to show her my point of view, it was insane what Jason just told me.

“But this idea that I’m the only one that could save him? It’s bullshit.” I complemented, walking side to side in the room while she was looking calmly at me.

“Then, who?” she just asked

“What?”

“Jim Gordon is dead. Alfred is dead. Barbara’s missing. He fell out with Superman years ago. He’s alone.” She told me, eye to eye.

“He’s always alone, Y/n.”

“Not when you’re around, Dick. How’re you going to feel if you don’t at least try?”

“Bruce Wayne is not my responsibility.” I raised my tone of voice, being hard at what I said. Damn. I knew I had fucked up the minute I said it, so I walked to her.

“I’m sorry.” I hugged her from behind just like she did some minutes ago. “After our baby, if he still hasn’t got shit together, I’ll go. I can’t leave the three of you alone here.”

“Okay.” She said “Oh my god, Dick, he just kicked, he knows we’re talking about’im”

I smiled and moved my hands to her belly in an attempt to feel our son’s kick’s. It was crazy how much my family meant to me, remembering that I always loved Y/n and now, having a life built with her and calling her “wife” is the most peaceful feeling i’ve ever felt.

Our moment was interrupted by a little figure entering our bedroom. It was John with his sleepy face and his teddybear, “Growley” -which one Gar gave to him on his birthday- and we turned our attention to him.

“Hey buddy, couldn’t sleep?” I asked

“Growley wants to go with you.” he told me

“Go where, sweetie?” Y/n asked our older son.

“To Gotham City” He said and I laughed. Did he hear it all?

“Wow. Eavesdropping.” Y/n told me.

“But Growley is your favourite.”

“He’ll protect you.” John said and left, heading to his room, sleeping again.

“Look honey.” Y/n turned to me, putting a hand on my face and I leaned at her touch, closing my eyes, she always had the power to put my shit together when I couldn’t.

“I know that your relationship with Bruce is more than complicated, and that the last time you saw each other you said some things..But he saved you, Dick.”

“What if you’re the only one who can save him back?” I scoff.

“Baby, that’s absurd.” I told her

“But what if?” She asked me.

The next morning I was ready to take a plane to GC. I called Donna to keep here with Y/n until I got back. The bell rang and she was here. Me and Y/n went to receive our old friend.

“Hey Donn” Y/n greeted her.

“I missed you, sister.” The black haired girl answered my wife.

“Hey crazy chick. It’s good to see you. Thank you for coming.” I told her when she came to hug me.

“No problem, don’t worry, I’ll be taking a real good care of these three”

“I don’t doubt it”

We talked to each other and I was ready to leave.

“I’ll be back in a matter of a second, baby, I promise. I’ll have my phone close every time, call me if you need and i’ll be right back.”

“Dick, I’m the one who should be pretty worried by now, and believe me, I am, so please, take care in every moment of this, right?”

"Come on, it’s me. I’m good at this sort of stuff, remember?" I told her with a cocky smile.

We kissed deeply. I gave John a kiss on his head.

“Take care of your mother and your auntie, alright? That’s your mission.”

“Alright, Dad.” he smiled sweetly at me.

“Donn, call me if she feels anything different from normal, any sight of danger and I'll drop everything on Gotham and I'll be back, deal?” Donna nodded at me.

“You’re everything I have. I love you” I said in my wife’s ear, leaving a kiss on her forehead, and leaving.

Gotham was crazy, not the city I knew, the city I left back, this is the closest to hell i’ve ever got to.

I wanted to go back to my family, my pregnant wife, my 4 year old son, my house. But I couldn’t forget that once, Gotham was my home too.

The joker is almost dead. Bruce threw him up from a building and now the police escorted him to a hospital.

I followed to the place that, for a long time, sheltered me. Wayne manor, I needed to talk to Bruce. And I Tried, I told him the joker isn't dead yet and he had a chance to sneak out from darkness. But he didn’t appear so I left.

Although my conscience led me to think I should go back to the better life I chose when I burned my suit, that I should just forget about being Batman’s savior and go back to Y/n, everything kept me stuck on the city. Things happened faster than I could control.

Bruce killed the joker at the hospital. He ran before I could get him, he injured policemen. He didn’t stop at it, he Killed prisoners, nurses, guards. It wasn’t justice, it was a massacre. He couldn’t be saved. He needed to be stopped. I made his name public.

I drove an operation to get him and he killed all my team.

He wanted me to give in to the darkness. To become him.

Well, fuck you, Bruce, you win.

I killed Batman.

“Dick.” Hands on my face and a voice calling my name, it was all I could understand now.

“Dick, It was all planned by trigon” Rachel was at the batcave, where i killed batman. What was she saying? “Dick, you would never kill batman.”

“Shut the fuck up” I told her, I had to kill him.

“You’re the boy from the circus, Dick. We’re supposed to save each other.” She said and we were in my parent’s circus. The flying Graysons, my good memories showed up and I woke up.

“I missed you.”

“Rach” I chuckle.

“Welcome back.” She told me and left to find trigon.

Y/n. Her face filled my mind. Wasn’t it all real? Everything we lived, our home, our son, she was my wife for I don’t know how long and it was all trigon controlling my mind, but still, it felt so real. So good.

I had to find her.

“What’s going on?” Gar appeared with his face pretty much hurted.

“Hey, Gar, I swear I’ll tell you everything later but, where’s Y/n?”

“She’s black eyed, Dick. Outside, Don’t think you should..”

“I will get her back.”

When I came outside, all the titans were looking at Trigon and Raven, and I knew her enough to know that she’d deal pretty well with him. I looked at Y/n and she wasn’t awake, so I pulled her by her arm.

I turned her to look at me and she did.

“Y/n, it’s me, Dick. Wake up.”

“That’s me. The real me.” She had Trigon on her mind still and I needed her back.

“It’s not, I know you, Y/n. I saw you, in my vision, I had you with me so please, come back.”

Our eyes were locked, she seemed to hear what I had said and with no reluctance, she was back, her eyes weren't blacked anymore and she woke up.

“Dick.” she seemed confused. We all were.

“You’re back.”

I hugged her and she hugged me back, words were never spoken between me and Y/n, although I bet everyone knew about our feelings about each other, I never faced it, until now. I broke the embrace to look at her-

“I had you, Y/n, in my mind, during all the time you were with me and when I faced reality, it was sad that it was only a dream. It made me realize that’s enough of hiding, I need you to keep with me, because I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t and because.. I love you.”

She looked at me as if she couldn’t believe it.

“I’m being completely honest in every word I said.”

“I’m here, Dick. Kiss me.” She said, surprising me, and I did.

“I’ve waited for this for so long.” She said when we parted our kiss.

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yellowmagicalgirl · 3 years

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If you were to write a version of Wizards without time travel but still keeping the struggle against the Arcane Order how would you do it?

This is pretty much a combination of plans I have for the cagemates au as well as the backstory of this fic I wrote pre-Wizards. This is very self-indulgent and I doubt it makes sense but oh well.

Okay, so the story starts the exact same way, with the single change of how I’m going to be using my revised backstory for Douxie (aka there was forwards-only time travel and he’s only 17 as opposed to 900-ish). Also, Jim hasn’t been sharded yet.

I think the story would involve a teleporting castle as the kids’ home base, with them effectively going on fetch quests. There are scenes of the kids bonding with minimal adult supervision (just Archie, Merlin, Blinky, and AAARRRGGHH!!!). And, that includes the following private conversation between Jim and Douxie:

Jim: You know, you’re actually pretty cool when you’re not flirting with my girlfriend

Douxie: Uh, thanks, but I never flirted

Jim: Yes you did

Douxie: No I didn’t

Jim: Yes you did

Douxie, in a lower volume and nervous: Jim, if I wanted to cause you and Claire to break up, and I wanted to get a significant other for myself in the process... I wouldn’t have flirted with her.

Jim: Oh? Oh! Okay, that’s cool. I support you. Uh, does anyone else in this castle no?

Douxie: Just Archie.

Jim: Okay, cool, I won’t tell anyone.

(The rest is going beneath a cut because this is getting long)

Back in Arcadia, after Merlin teleports the castle away for the first time in the story, Bellroc and Skrael grumble and travel the mostly-empty streets of Arcadia Oaks. And they find Gaylen’s core. Eons ago, they gave a fraction of their power to an akiridion who wanted to create a permanent home for his people, spacefarers who were constantly having to leave their planets due to war and inhospitable landscapes. And when he went mad with power, they gave Seklos the strength and inspiration to create her cannon.

They pick up the core, and they learn of an akiridion whose core resonates with Gaylen’s. And, it’s not like they would have to leave the Earth to find him - they just have to go to a wrecked and ruined spaceship to find a lonely boy whose family is dead or far away, and his best friend has left him. He tries calling his other friends, but they’re not responding (mainly because they’re recovering from the battle that Krel doesn’t know about.)

Krel’s consent to Bellroc and Skrael causing him to integrate with Gaylen’s core is dubious at best, but they do convince him that Merlin the Evil™ Wizard (along with his apprentice) has kidnapped his friends.

Steve and Toby try to reach out to Krel, but he doesn’t answer. He needs time, they think. He’s grieving and wants space, they think. In the mean time, some of the mooks they have to fight have some disturbingly akiridion qualities. And then, the kids get kidnapped. Everyone but Douxie gets placed in a surprisingly well-furnished cell, and Krel goes to them and tells them how happy he is that he was able to save them from Merlin and his apprentice. The kids, of course, can see that Krel has been changed and are scared.

Krel is sad that his friends are scared of him (and he doesn’t like that he’s been changed by Gaylen’s core, either) and so he decides to leave them so he can go to try and interrogate Merlin’s apprentice. Tries is the key word here. Varvatos may have tried to teach Krel, but Krel is too squeamish to cut off Douxie’s thumbs and thus the two of them end up bantering. Krel gets flustered; why does he like talking with his enemy so much? Krel tries to intimidate Douxie by putting the tip of his serrator’s blade under Douxie’s chin and using it to tilt Douxie’s gaze upwards... instead they both manage to get more flustered because it’s a homoerotic sword-under-chin scene now. Krel leaves the room, and finds out that his friends have broken out.

Claire ends up awakening stronger shadow magic, and she and Krel spam portals at each other as the kids try to find Douxie and escape. Someone asks Douxie if he’s okay. He claims to be physically fine and emotionally compromised. Jim finally gets sharded in the escape. He’s in a great deal of pain, and Barbara finally gets brought in. She’s terrified because her baby is hurt and she can’t do anything for him.

The other kids ask Douxie about the whole emotional compromise thing when they’re safe.

Toby: Just because Krel was our friend before you, that doesn’t mean it’s okay that he hurt you. Are you sure you’re okay.

Douxie: If he’d hurt me it’d be easier.

Everyone: o_O what?

Douxie: I... why is it that the only time I’m able to talk to a cute guy and not get too flustered to speak is when he’s trying to interrogate me by being really sweet and funny?

Everyone: O_o

Toby: You really weren’t flirting with Claire, were you?

Douxie, relieved that Jim didn’t out him but also frustrated: Why does everyone think that.

Claire: I didn’t think that. Well, I did for a little bit but then I remembered seeing you at the GSA meetings back before I switched schools from the Academy to the High

Douxie, grumbling: Why do I get the feeling that I wouldn’t be in this mess if I had just managed to try to talk to that cute DJ at the Battle of the Bands before the Eternal Night happened

Steve: Quick question, are you saying you had a crush on DJ Kleb?

Douxie, head in his hands: Yes

Steve: Yeah, that’s Krel’s human disguise

Douxie: Fuzzbuckets.

Toby: If it’s any help we all thought you were the token cishet.

Krel is panicking, because the Order was fine with hurting his friends, and also because he has a crush though he’s in denial about the latter.

Jim ends up looking way more like he did in the Deep (except he still has horns) than just growing into a giant beast.

Douxie gets a staff. Somehow.

Krel defects at around the same time as Jim joins the Order. He’s able to make up surprisingly easily with his friends, and Aja and Eli come back to Earth, shocked to find out what has been done to Krel but affirming that they still care about him the way they did before.

Merlin’s death is more-or-less like canon.

Morgana remains evil in her dying breath. Claire gets to kill her. “Oh happy dagger, this is thy sheath. There rest and let me finally start to live again.”

Barbara, Blinky, AAARRRGGHH!!!, and Toby snap Jim out of the shard’s corruption.

Nari sacrifices herself to destroy Bellroc and Skrael, which would make Wizards the end of the story rather than needing Rise of the Titans.

Cut to an epilogue where Eli is complaining about how Krel is dating a guy from their rival school while Aja is laughing in the background, Steve is hanging out with Coach Lawrence and talking about teaching sports to kids after school, Douxie is training Claire in magic, Toby helping Miss Janeth direct a play involving Shannon, Conrad, Darci, and Mary, and Jim (still a half troll) is building a new motorcycle so he can be prepared for whatever next adventure is lying in wait for their sleepy little town of Arcadia Oaks.

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scaryscarecrows · 3 years

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Are there alternative POVs to your Whumotober chapter 5, Where do you Think You're Going? I'd love to see what Bruce, Dick, or Jim had going through their head at the time.

Took some digging, but I found a little bit. Maybe one day I'll finish it...

Bruce, in true Bruce fashion, hears ‘Joker’s escaped’ and hurtles off into the night without so much as an ‘I’ll keep in touch’. Because he won’t. Because Batman is above such petty things as ‘communication’.

Dick’s not bitter at all. He promises.

Whatever. Bruce’s Bruce-ness means that Dick’s the one hanging around the asylum to deal with that fallout when Gordon’s voice goes panicked and he spits out, “Dove, you have to get outta there--”

Okay, that’s weird. One, Dove Marquis (that’s gotta be who’s on the other line, right) is usually at work, and Penguin’s been...quiet...lately. Dick needs to drop in on him, poke him a little for fun. But two, Dove’s usually not, like, in the line of fire. She does her job and goes home and minds her own business. If this is Joker-related (probably), there is literally no reason for him to be interested in her. Dove, like every other person with half a brain, avoids the clown at all costs.

“But--Dove. Dove, listen. Joker is out, he murdered his way out earlier tonight and that’s probably why, you need to go.”

Dick has never been more confused.

“For--fine. Fine. I’ll have someone over there as soon as possible, just--dammit.”

Gordon snaps his phone shut, looks around, and marches over to Dick.

“Nightwing,” he says, voice still freaked, “we may have a lead.”

“Commissioner?”

“I need you to go over to Dove Marquis’s apartment. Do you know where that is?”

Either he ruins the Bat-reputation of knowing everything, or he admits they’re all stalkers. There’s no winning here.

“Yes. Why?”

“Dove found Robin.”

The ground pitches under his feet. Jason’s been missing for months, and Joker...Joker’s been chatty about it. Dick had snapped the bastard’s arm the first time he started cackling about ‘so pretty when he screams’, but that hadn’t stopped him. Not even close.

Oh, God, Jay.

“You’re sure?” he demands, because he can’t do this, he can’t take many more false leads. “You’re positive?”

“That’s what she said, and I doubt there’s that many kids running around in a cape. Said she found him here--she had business for Penguin, I guess--”

“Robin?” Bullock’s suddenly there too, toothpick stilled between his teeth. “Dove’s got the kid?”

Dove. Jason. Joker.

Okay. Okay, okay. If he takes the bike off the island to the edge of town, he can take two shortcuts on the rooftops and be there in fifteen minutes, easy. Maybe even less, if he can catch the train.

* * *

The first thing he sees is the crowd in the street. The second thing he sees is the mangled corpse they’re gawking at. Paper-white skin, purple clothes, that godawful grin splitting the face even in death. The mask says he’s been shot several times, and when Dick looks up, he zeros in on a shattered window.

Jason--

“Batman,” he barks out, already firing his grapnel gun at the balcony he wants, “get to my location now.”

“What--”

He signs off. He does not need Bruce yapping in his ear, not right this minute. Joker’s dead. He’s just hoping Jason isn’t.

Mask says two people, one armed. Two alive people, though, and the unarmed one is small. So Dick throws manners out the window and bursts out of the bedroom.

Jay. He’s not. He…

Christ, he looks bad. Cut and bruised and broken and desperately thin, like he was at the start. But he’s alive, he’s breathing, and honestly, Dick had started to think…

He’s asleep, half on the couch and half on Dove, and wrapped in a big yellow comforter. She’s clearly cleaned him up at least some; that gash on his nose looks like it bled something awful.

“Nightwing.” Dove’s voice is rough. “Been a bit, kid.”

Yeah, he...hasn’t seen her since...geeze, since he got a haircut, at least. It’s been a while, all right.

“Did you…”

“Thought he had a gun. He was gonna come through the glass.” Jason shifts, shivering under the comforter. “His ankle’s messed up, an’ he’s sick.”

Better sick than dead.

“I. I’m just.” Keep it together, Dickie. “Little Wing?” He wants desperately to use his brother’s name; Robin is too...it’s too impersonal, right now. “Wake up.”

Jason, ever the stubborn little brat, does not. Dove moves and Dick catches the glint of a handgun. Little thing. If that’s what killed Joker--and he’s sure it is--it belongs in a museum.

Who knows. Maybe Penguin will do exactly that.

“Nightwing’s here to pick ya up, kiddo,” Dove’s saying now. “Wake up.”

Finally, finally, Jason’s eyes flutter open and he mumbles, “‘Wing?”

Oh, thank God.

“Hey, brat,” he says, crouches down to reach out to brush his fingers against Jason’s head. He is warm, but he’s real and here and alive. Everything else can come later. “Ready to go home?”

“Mm.”

“C’mon, I’m gonna pick you up. Please don’t bite me.”

It’s a valid concern. Last time Dick tried to pick up a sleepy Jason, he’d been chomped on hard enough to leave indents in his shoulder.

“Was one time. An’ you scared me.”

There is no biting when Dick carefully gets Jason into his arms and stands up. He’s lighter than he has any right to be, and now, up close, Dick can see new things. Track marks and finger-shaped bruises and evidence of broken things that haven’t healed right, or at all.

He’s only fifteen.

He looks so much younger.

“Thank you,” he says, and means it. If Joker...if he’d gotten him back, that would have been the end. They’d have found him, all right, dead. Dick’s been dealing with the Joker only a year and a half less than Bruce. He knows what he’s capable of, what he would have done. “Thank you for...for all of this.”

Now that he looks, she doesn’t look right, either. Her eyes are very far away.

“Get him home,” she says, and her voice is strong and solid. “It’s late. Jim’ll be here soon.”

Batman, too. Which is great, because Dick’s not balancing Jason on the bike. That’s just asking for trouble.

#ficlet #asks #jason todd #dick grayson #alternate pov

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thedreammweaver · 4 years

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When The Penny Drops (post 5x12 nygmobblepot, angst)

Warnings: broken bone, disfigurement, violence, intense injury

Ed’s breathing echoed in his ears as he ran, the footsteps of Harvey Dent and Batman behind him. He had been momentarily taken out of arkham to be put on trial as a witness to an escape Jonathan had recently made. While alone with Dent he’d managed to make the DA feel sorry for him and slip up. He was now, still in a straightjacket, running for his love away from those pursuing him. Oswald had warned that next time Ed was put in arkham he wouldn’t be helped. Oswald was afraid Ed was getting thrown in there on purpose to avoid him and needed him to prove his devotion by escaping himself and coming home. Ed didn’t know where he was now but it was a different building, he just needed to loose Harvey and Batman.

Ed managed to shimmy up in between a vat of something and a wall. When Harvey ran by he planned to push the tall cylinder of..something onto him. He could see that the label on the cylinder read ‘Ace Chemicals’ so at least he knew what building he was in. Ed was struggling to keep his position, his thighs burning from the effort of holding himself up, as he heard Harvey getting closer. When he felt Harvey was close enough he used all of his power to push the vat over which caused him to fall. Harvey managed to get out of the way but as the top of the cylinder hit the ground acid exploded out of it and all over Harvey’s left side. “Harvey, no!” Batman was running up now. He wanted to chase Ed who had gotten up and was running away but Harvey writhing and screaming on the floor beside him needed his attention more.

Ed struggled into the window of the Van Dahl mansion “Ozzie, I’m home!” He announced, expecting an excited bird to run up and hug him. “Ozzie??” He called as he got up, struggling with the straight jacket still on him. Ed walked around a bit and found Oswald calmly reading on the couch with a cup of tea. “Your husband has arrived!” Ed announced again. Oswald looked at the sleepy penguin beside him on the couch “Did you hear something? Cause I sure didn’t.” Ed tilted his head, confused for a moment. He figured maybe Oswald didn’t consider him having escaped by himself if he was still in the straight jacket, Ed huffed and stomped into the kitchen. He went over to the knife block and got himself into a position where he could cut himself free, making quick work of it. Once he was free he ran back into the living room and Oswald finally acknowledged him. “Oh, Eddie, you’re home!” Oswald said getting up to hug the taller man. Ed rolled his eyes and squeezed Oswald.

It had been a few days since the acid attack and Jim had only now mustered up the courage to see Harvey. As he entered the room Harvey was faced away from him, anxiously turning over a coin in his right hand. “Who’s there?” He asked.

“It’s Jim.”

“Oh...”

“Harvey, I’m sorry I wasn’t-“

“I have to kill him, Jim. I need to kill Ed.”

Jim stepped forward a bit “That’s not the way to cope with thi-“

“How would you know?!” Harvey growled, turning to face Jim “LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO ME!!”

Jim couldn’t help the gag that rose in his throat as he saw Harvey’s face. It was strange, not like a normal burn. The skin was a greenish blue with pink veiny parts throughout and his hair on that side was burned a bright electric blue, the tips almost white. His left eye was more exposed and the left side of his lips were stuck in a pulled back position, exposing his teeth “Is it bad? They won’t let me have a mirror...”

Jim fumbled for a reply.

“You don’t have to answer, I know it’s bad.” Harvey mumbled absently flipping the coin in his hand “I have to kill him...”

“Harvey-“

“Just get out, Jim...”

Ed nuzzled into Oswald’s shoulder as he was gently bathed by the other man, they were savouring their time together after being reunited. “I heard about what you did to that DA to get here, you’re going to be in trouble for that.”

Ed huffed “I meant to wound him not disfigure him...”

“I wonder if I should go through the trouble of protecting you or not when the consequences arise..” Oswald teased, leaning over the side of the tub to kiss Ed.

“How is he?” Jim asked a nurse as he got to Harvey’s room. It had been a week since the last time Jim saw him. The nurse, who seemed a bit shaken up, shook her head “Not good. We thought he could handle a mirror by now but he’s been staring at it for the last eight hours..”

As Jim entered the room Harvey was hunched over a mirror in his lap, staring at himself. There were a lot of flowers in the room, the biggest bouquet was one of black roses, the tag having nothing but the bat symbol on it.

“Harvey?” Jim approached slowly.

Harvey didn’t respond.

“Harvey, it’s me, Jim.”

Harvey was still staring at the mirror. Jim was about to give up when he heard sniffling. “This can’t be happening to me...” Harvey whined shakily, tears landing on the mirror underneath him “He has to pay.” Harvey growled, his voice changing so drastically from whimpers to rage he sounded like a different person.

“I can’t let you do that.” Jim said flatly, not exactly thinking Harvey was serious at this point.

Harvey paused for a moment “I’d like to see you stop me.” He muttered before chucking the mirror at Jim’s head.

Ed was waiting for Oswald to get dressed so they could have a dinner date at the house. He was distracted as he heard something in the study. “Ozzie??” He called. Before he could call for Oswald again he was tackled by Harvey, only recognizing half of the DA’s face, he was dressed in the burned suit he’d been disfigured in. Harvey had both hands on Ed’s collar gripping him tightly “You thought you were just gonna get away with what you did, huh?”

Ed screamed for Oswald but Harvey quickly covered his mouth.

“I’m gonna rip out your guts and choke you with ‘em.”

Ed calmed a bit as he saw Oswald coming up behind Harvey with a knife but Harvey caught the reflection of the shorter man in Ed’s glasses. Harvey quickly threw Ed into a wall knocking the breath out of him and turned around to kick Oswald in his bad leg. The pain was blinding which caused Oswald to miss when he lunged at Harvey, making it easy for Harvey to grab him and throw him to the ground. “Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt people?” Harvey asked before jumping on Oswald’s bad ankle, definitely re-breaking it. Oswald wailed as the worst pain shot through him, it continued as Harvey twisted his foot on the already ruined ankle “You stay there, like a good bird..” he muttered before going back over to Ed, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall.

“Wait!” Ed said, trying not to react to Oswald’s sobbing across the room “You shouldn’t be going after me!”

“Oh, really??” Harvey growled, already getting tired of Ed’s shit.

“Yes, I did this to you but who didn’t stop it?” Ed could see the gears in Harvey’s head turning “Batman was right there and he didn’t save you. Jim didn’t even follow when I ran away. They knew something like this would happen and they allowed it.”

“That’s not true!” Harvey slammed Ed’s back into the wall for emphasis “Jim cares about me.”

“He pities you. The moment anyone at the GCPD realizes you’re different they don’t care anymore, you’re just a freak to them now.”

“Jim..cares about me...”

“What about Batman? He was right there, Harvey, why didn’t he save you? Why didn’t Jim even try to save you?”

Harvey looked down for a moment and dropped Ed before walking away, muttering to himself.

Oswald hated being in the hospital but he didn’t want to risk his leg healing even more wrong. “I’m sorry.” Ed said as he sat by Oswald’s bed. “Don’t apologize, you didn’t break it.” Oswald pulled Ed into his chest, petting his hair. Though Oswald liked to tease he would always try to protect Ed when things were serious.

Jim looked up as he saw Harvey come into the precinct, he was in a suit that was white on his burnt side and black on the other “I hope you’re here to turn yourself in, Harvey.”

Jim was taken aback as a few goons dressed in the same half and half attire walked in, one of them handing Harvey a tommy gun “It’s not Harvey anymore, Jimmy. You can call me Two-Face.”

#oswald cobblepot #edward nygma #the penguin #the riddler #nygmobblepot #Harvey dent #two face #gotham #reblogs appreciated!

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1zashreena1 · 4 years

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Diego Requests an Audience -1

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary: Princess gets the rich bad boy equivalent of a call the next day from what she thought was a fairy tale of a one night stand.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and 'the code is more like guidelines' outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

Mentions of drugs/alcohol use, no actual smut in this one but references to multiple forms of sexual activity with m/f dynamics, plus size woman+fit man, early stage sugar daddy vibes, bad boys with too much money and not enough impulse control, secondary OCs, excessive swearing (???), illegal business dealings... I mean, its DIEGO

A/N: Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me. If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I'm not a fan of "plot" so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

Constructive criticism is always welcome. I'm an old timer at Fandom but a baby content creator.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read @chelsfic Princess pieces first, that is the beginning.

https://chelsfic.tumblr.com/post/613340476058304512/princess-for-1zashreena1-diego-jimenez-x

https://chelsfic.tumblr.com/post/618297838815920128/princess-awakes-diego-jim%C3%A9nez-x-reader-ficlet

Last thing before Murder Panther, I promise!

Huge, tremendous, throbbing THANK YOU to @chelsfic ! My fanfic creator mommy, I could not and would not have done this without you or your devious reverse psychology You're gonna have to thwack me super duper hard with a rolled up newspaper to get rid of me because ily.

Massive shoutouts to @symbiont13 @rosee-sensuelle @bunnykjm @mandoplease @nicke0115 (y’all know what you did)

You're sitting in your car on your lunch break listening to the same song for the seventh time in a row because that is a thing that you do. When you like something, you like it. The song has pounding bass, if you close your eyes you can almost imagine being in a club. You never did get to do much of that, your twenties were spent working two jobs and sleeping in your car sometimes, so your just passed birthday weekend escapade was really something else. You've never done anything like that before and it was-

Ding-DING

Your phone chirps with a text message from an unknown number. You peer at the screen with a furrowed brow, I don't know anyone in California, must be a wrong number. You open the message cautiously, who knows what kind of weirdness it might be.

Good morning Princess

What. No. There is no way. Absolutely not possible. Un uhh. Nope.

You should come back to NYC. I want to have you again.

Holy fucking shit. Its really him. It's Diego. Its Diego of the big brown eyes, even bigger hands, and absolutely the biggest cock you have ever seen. Diego viciously-gorgeous stupefyingly-rich incredibly-dangerous exhaustingly-insatiable Jimenez.

Whom you most definitely did not Google upon your return home only to discover that he is an international criminal. Yeah, he's criminally hot.

You really do wish that little voice in the back of your mind was helpful.

Yes, but he was nice to you. Really not helpful. How many times did you even come that night? There was the bed, the floor, over the back of the sofa, the kitchen counter (which he referred to as 'snack time' because he ate, and wasn't that adorable), and then that kiss/invasion of your oral cavity before you left. After he made you breakfast. And gave you a pair of Ugg boots that were magically in your size because it was cold out. Okay, so he was REALLY nice.

Wait. I didn't give him my number, what the fuck.

Hi Diego

And you hit send before you can stop yourself. What in the actual fuck am I doing?

I knew you remembered me. 😉Come up here this weekend. I want you

He wants you. He said it himself. Oh my god oh my god oh my god. Like, want-want? He saw you naked in broad daylight so he definitely knows what you look like. I want you, your mind just keeps repeating it. Hold up, is an international drug lord, cartel boss, top ten FBI most wanted man texting you with emojis???

I hadn't really budgeted on another trip so soon

Is that too much? Are you revealing your pathetic poor-ness and he definitely will not be into that?

Please🤚 Do you want to come?

Oh lordy, but he knows exactly how to word things.

… I mean, yeah. Preferably repeatedly

Okay, yes, you've always been a pervert but something about this man only encourages you. Surely it wasn't how he laughed every time you made an innuendo.

Then I've got you 💵😙 Princess👑

Do you want a hotel or stay with me?

Harrisburg is your nearest airport, yes?

Never before in your life have you had cause to use the word 'Baller' but here you are. Is he seriously going to fly me to him? Am I seriously going to go? What level of booty call is this?

Penthouse. Spoil me 😏

And yes Harrisburg. What are you going to do, fly me up there?? Lol

At this point you might as well see how far you can milk this. Also, apparently he knows where you live?

...yes. I have a private jet. I'll text you the info. We're going to have fun little girl😈

Well damn.

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You send the entire conversation to Lisa in three screenshots. She calls you at 4:37 while she knows you're still in the car and you spend the entire drive home screaming together as best friends do.

"I can't believe him! A private jet? Oh my god girl, you better bring home some stacks!"

"I know! Like, what the fuuuuuuuuuck! Lisa, Lisa, oh my god, Lis, what the hell should I pack?! Oh no, oh shit, I don't have any sexy pajamas!" Your high is coming crashing down. Its Tuesday, so you have two whole days to figure this out.

Her laughter is so loud it makes your speakers crackle. "After what you told me from that first night it sounds like you better pack a case of lube and an ice pack!" She dissolves into hysterics.

Well, she's not wrong. "Dude! I was so sore, I couldn't walk for days. This shit is BYOIP: Bring Your Own Ice Pack!" Lisa shrieks while you howl with laughter.

"Okay, okay. Meet me at Macaroni Grill and we'll formulate a strategic plan of attack over carbs. We have to go to the Frederick's of Hollywood outlet." Lisa is already crafting a plan.

"See, this is why you're my BFF!" You proclaim before you whip across three lanes of traffic to change course.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You take way more clothing than you could possibly need for a weekend but better safe than sorry. The private jet looks like it came straight out of a music video, you're afraid to even think about how much this costs. Hell, he even paid to have your car valet parked in the only locked and guarded parking garage at this tiny regional airport. There are all kinds of snacks and drinks on the plane, there's even a tiny galley and what looks like a daybed. Noted for later.

The driver who picks you up at the airstrip in New York is Bastian and he is pleasantly surprised that you talk to him. You're pleasantly surprised at how nice Escalades are on the inside. The last time you were in this vehicle you were a little, ahem, distracted.

Diego is extraordinarily pleased to see you wearing the Ugg boots he gave you. The man is all growly innuendo and (mostly) gentlemanly manners, the contrasts are mind-meltingly hot. The weekend passes in a blur of a good time; orgasms, a stroll through some really expensive stores, more orgasms, two clubs on Saturday night, another set of orgasms (Did I really let him finger me in a VIP booth??), your first time trying weed, a sleepy orgasm in a jacuzzi tub (Wet Diego, so gorgeous), the best brunch of your life, another first by having orgasms while on top of a man, and, just before you leave on Sunday evening, a very nice Brahmin purse that you gawked at in one of the stores on Saturday.

Yet again, Diego corners you by the elevator and attempts to climb down your throat before you're allowed to leave. You have no complaints.

~~~~~~~~~~

The very next Monday you get an extremely sweet text very early in the morning thanking you for coming (all puns intended). Wednesday brings a cookie bouquet to your front door with a note stating that you don't seem like a flowers kind of girl. Incredibly early on Saturday morning is another text, he sounds like he might be a little drunk, confessing that he wants to do it again.

You forward the message to Lisa with your own addition:

Look, all I'm saying is I'm gonna take this top shelf dick and all the gifts that come with it for as long as he wants to give it to me

It only progresses from there.

#damnit diego #maurice compte #murder panther #24 fucking 7 hours in this house #rough me up then dick me down #zash writes

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bluebird722 · 4 years

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Happy Birthday, Lian!

Summary: Rewrite of the episode “Home Fires” (but without the “nuclear weapon” subplot). It’s Lian’s birthday and the first without her mother. Come stress with Will as he goes the extra mile to ensure that his daughter has the best birthday party ever!

Rating: K

Characters: Lian Harper, Will Harper, Roy Harper, Artemis Crock, Jim Harper, Raquel Ervin, Amistad Ervin, Donny Allen, Dawn Allen, Iris West-Allen, Traya Sutton, John Smith, Queen Mera, Artur, Lynn Stewart-Pierce, Jennifer Pierce, Anissa Pierce, Lois Lane, Jonathan Kent, Karen Beecher, and a bunch of OCs!

Author’s Note: Happy birthday, @youngjusticeslut! This is for you, based on this (which, I guess, is something I’m responsible for)! I just figured, why the hell not?

Will stared at the date on his calendar, with a giant red star on the particular date. He had been dreading this day for months, but it was finally coming closer: his daughter’s birthday–or, rather, Lian’s first birthday without her mother.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. No words could describe how he was feeling. Grief? Anger? Worried? What would Lian say, when she realized that Mommy wasn’t coming to her birthday party? Would it be one of those things in the movies, and Jade would show up unexpectedly, like an army parent coming home as a Christmas gift for their children? It wouldn’t happen, and Will knew it, but it helped to imagine it. In the meantime, he had to plan her birthday party, and he wanted everything to go perfectly. This was his daughter, and she deserved to be happy.

He had seven million things to do to prepare, he knew, and it was more than just finding the cake and buying decorations and planning games and activities; it involved working late every night for a month to be able to afford the type of party he wanted to give her. He knew so much about heroes because he had been exposed to them all of his existence, and he wanted to give her everything hero: Justice League, Marvel heroes, whatever. He didn’t care. He could probably find a sneaky way to get the whole League to attend her party, or he could dress up as a hero of her choice a la that episode of I Love Lucy.

A small shuffle of footsteps interrupted Will’s train of thought, and he turned around to see his daughter in pink blanket pajamas. “Daddy…”

“Hey Lian.” He stood up and walked over to his daughter, rubbing her eyes and looking sleepy. “Are you all right?”

Lian patted her stomach. “Tummy ache,” she whispered.

Will gently lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the kitchen for children’s Tylenol and a glass of water, which she finished. Then he carried her back upstairs and sat her onto her bed. “Why are you up so late, Daddy?”

Will stopped himself from lying that he was working on files and shrugged. “I was getting ideas for your birthday, Lian,” he said. “I know it’s your birthday, and you decide what you want, but I was looking up where to get the cake, the decorations…you know.” He ruffled her hair. “I know I’ve been working a lot, but I just want to be able to get you a fun party.”

“Okay,” Lian nodded. She grabbed her feet and rolled on her back. “I want a Paw Patrol party.”

Paw Patrol. Will’s heart sank. He knew more about heroes than that TV show that he knew Lian enjoyed, but he never really watched it with her. Apparently, she watched it with her friends from daycare or when she was visiting other friends. “Okay, I’ll see what I can do to get a Paw Patrol birthday party for you–”

“Can we invite my friends?” she asked, tilting her head. “Donny, Dawn, Ani, Khary, Greg, Jenny, Artie–”

“Of course,” he said with a stroke of her hair. “But you better get some sleep now so Daddy can start planning.”

Lian sank her head back into her pillow, her arms around her Wonder Woman plushy. Will stared at her for a long time before he closed the door behind him.

***

The week before, while Lian was at daycare, he and Artemis raided Party City and got all the decorations, cutlery–everything, all themed to Paw Patrol. They picked up “Pin the Helmet on the Dog”, a giant piñata, and a “Birthday Girl” sash that even if Lian didn’t want to wear, they could place it over her chair.

He called the other parents in the private parent-child circle and told them the situation: Lian was inviting them to her birthday party, but she wanted to invite friends from daycare, and he couldn’t afford to throw two parties even if he wanted to. The daycare didn’t throw birthday parties anymore due to food allergies. Eventually, after a strenuous group text, everyone agreed that the birthday party would count as the playdate for the month, but those with superpowered children had to ensure that their children would be careful not to expose their abilities to daycare tykes.

Lian was aware, though still upset, that “Grandpa Ollie” and “Grandma Dinah” weren’t going to make it, since they had “an important business meeting”, as Ollie put it, but Will didn’t know if he could believe them; they did promise to have a big birthday dinner for her soon. Of course, Grandmommy Paula couldn’t come, but she promised to mail her present as long as Artemis would film Lian opening her gift. Violet, on the other hand, was going to be at a training session with Dick and the others, and she encouraged Artemis to attend the party; she knew that Artemis wanted to be there anyway, and they could train together later.

***

Will opened the door, relieved that it was his genetic template, holding what had to be the giant cake in both hands. “Come on in, Roy.”

The human barely closed the door with his hip when a little voice came screaming towards him. “UNCLE ROY! ARE YOU COMING TO MY BIRTHDAY PARTY TOMORROW?!”

Roy’s ears began to ring almost immediately, and Will loudly shushed his daughter from the kitchen. Still, Roy looked down at the almond eyes that stared into his with a begging look. “Of course I am, kiddo. I’m helping get everything ready.”

Lian giggled and climbed on Roy like a jungle gym. Will took the cake and carried it into the kitchen while Roy spun Lian in a front flip. “Are you ready for dinner soon, chickpea?” he asked.

Lian nodded eagerly.

“Good,” said Roy, “because the adults and I are getting your party ready, so you will need to go upstairs soon so it will be a surprise tomorrow.”

“Now?” asked Lian.

“Not right now,” Will said as he took her from Roy’s arms, “but soon.”

The doorbell rang again, and Will welcomed in his fellow clone, who barely had time to walk through the doorway when Lian threw herself at his leg and held tight as he walked in. Jim grinned, knelt down, and pulled her up for a kiss.

“Isn’t someone’s birthday coming up?” he playfully asked.

Lian laughed and kicked midair as he positioned her so he supported her up by her chest and stomach. “Oh, look, you’re Wonder Woman,” he said as he made her “fly” midair. “Wee…”

Lian giggled and waved her arms until he set her down and opened the bag dangling from the crease of his elbow. “What’s in the bag?” she asked.

Jim accepted the mug of coffee Artemis handed to him and took his time emptying the bag. “Everything for a moon bounce for a special little girl.”

“A moon bounce?!” Lian squawked, her jaw dropping. “I gotta moon bounce?!”

Will’s stomach sank. How many kids were injured by moon bounce-related injuries per year?

“Yes,” Jim said, “but we’re not going to set it up just yet.”

Lian and the adults gathered around for pizza, which Will had picked up earlier, while she made sure they watched Paw Patrol. Roy was on his phone most of the time, Artemis ate and scratched Brucely’s ears, and only Jim and Will paid attention to what was on TV; every time Jim babysat, he always got super into what TV shows Lian watched since it was perfect uncle-niece bonding, and Will wanted to make sure he understood the characters that his daughter clearly worshipped.

Eventually, the child went to bed at eight on the dot; Auntie Mouse carried her upstairs and changed her into pajamas while the men went on to decorate. Once Artemis came back down, they blew the balloons, set up the kitchen table with extra folding chairs, and mixed together the punch. Jim went outside and used the light from his phone to read the directions on setting up the moon bounce and how to keep it afloat overnight. Afterwards, the adults were up until midnight making gift bags for the children and going over the schedule, from games to lunch to cake to presents and more games. Since some kids were, as Will assumed, “gender neutral” (Roy had to laugh, since that was so new to him), they had to make sure to mix up the colors so the girls wouldn’t just get pink and the boys blue; some kids got green, some got purple, some others.

Finally, Roy set down the last bag he was working on and sighed. His back ached from hunching over work for little midgets, and even the fingers on his robotic arm hurt. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going back to the hotel,” he yawned.

“Me too,” Jim agreed as he rubbed his face. “See you guys tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” Will greeted them goodbye as they put on their jackets and contacted an Uber to pick them up. As soon as the car drove away, Will went back to the decorations and kept going, wanting to make sure everything was perfect. He knew how many kids were coming, he didn’t want to be short on a goody bag, he double checked that there was enough food for everyone and that nobody was allergic to anything, and there was enough punch to make more bowls in case they ran out or some kid crashed and made an accident.

“Will,” Artemis hissed. “Come on, let’s go to sleep.”

“I can’t,” he whispered back. “I have to make sure everything is perfect!”

Artemis bit her lip but smiled anyway. It looked odd. “Will, everything is perfect, I swear–”

“Artemis,” Will interrupted. He stared at the extra gift bag he was making as an emergency. “I have to make sure everything is perfect. I don’t want anything bad to happen. I want it to be the best I can give my daughter…because her…” His voice trailed off.

His sister-in-law also looked uncomfortable when she clearly thought about her sister, who was surely not going to see her own daughter. Would it make up to Lian, to have a perfect party that her mother would not attend? Would everything Paw Patrol distract her from the pain of an absent parent? What if Lian still declared the party ruined because Mommy did not show up? Artemis rubbed her face and thought bitterly of her birthdays growing up, how even her assassin mother made time to host a small party and invite all her school friends, but Dad did nothing when his wife was behind bars. Lian didn’t deserve to have anything less than that, and for a moment Artemis wanted to hate her sister for making no indication that she was going to celebrate her daughter’s life.

“Listen, Will,” she sighed as she put her hands on his arms. “Everything will be fine, I promise. If anything goes wrong, I’m still there. So will Roy and Jim. You are not alone. Will, look at me.”

Will closed his eyes but reluctantly obeyed. Artemis smiled weakly. “I know what bothers you, and I appreciate that you’re doing this to give Lian the best birthday you can, but if you keep doing this, you’ll agitate yourself more. You’ll end up ruining the party for her if you don’t get any sleep or you strive to make everything too perfect.”

Will took a deep breath but nodded. “Come on,” she encouraged him. “Let’s get ready for tomorrow.”

Artemis led her brother-in-law upstairs, and he was quick to brush his teeth and change into sleepwear. Still, he wasted two hours on his phone looking up nothing of particular interest until he yawned and decided that it was time to go to bed.

Will did not remember falling asleep; he woke up promptly at six on the dot as though someone poured cold water over his face. He yawned, stretched his arms, and hurried down the stairs into the kitchen to make his daughter the best birthday breakfast ever.

Not cereal today, he thought as he checked the cabinets. I don’t want to take her out to eat… French Toast? Maybe pancakes.

Will wasn’t a terrible cook, but he was never one to perfect making his own pasta sauce; the one time he tried, Jade could not stop making faces and licking her teeth because it clearly tasted bad. Sighing, he pulled out his phone and looked up recipes.

Artemis walked into the kitchen with the birthday girl in her arms and was surprised to see the kitchen as though she walked into the set of a cooking show. Will was chopping strawberries at the counter, with a bowl and whisk beside him. Something heated on the stove, and Artemis tried not to moan because of how good it smelled–like vanilla and cinnamon.

“Morning, Daddy,” Lian chirped through a yawn.

Will instantly dropped the knife and quickly smiled. “Happy birthday, Lian,” he said. “Hope you’re hungry.”

“What are you making?” asked his sister-in-law as she set Lian into her big-girl seat.

Will quickly smoothed the creamy filling between the bread and added strawberries and syrup before he presented the plate to his daughter. “A French Toast sandwich, with strawberries, bananas, and syrup, and chocolate chips,” he said proudly. He watched as Lian’s eyes lit up when she saw her yummy-looking breakfast and he took a deep breath. He wanted her to have the best birthday breakfast he could offer. She grabbed a fork, and Artemis helped her cut her sandwich into small pieces. Will’s heart beat faster, and Lian’s eyes widen.

“Yummy!” she squealed before she shoved another forkful into her mouth.

Will laughed, and Artemis gently stopped her from shoving another forkful between her lips and reminded her to chew and swallow first. Relieved, Will poured coffee for himself and Artemis, and cooked another patch before the party would start.

***

Artemis was outside and setting up decorations and party bags when the doorbell first rang. Lian was watching TV with her father, but Will was quick to walk up to the front door. All of a sudden, his anxiety came back. What if everyone else who came hated the party? What if this was the only kid who came to the party? Swallowing, Will peered through the peephole but opened the door with a smile.

“Hello, Will. Are we late?”

“Raquel! No. You and Amistad are the first to arrive!”

The young woman clutched her squirming son and grinned. Will smiled at the little boy, clearly looking for his friend. “Come on in. Artemis is out back, but Amistad here can–”

“Ami, Ami!” Lian was at her father’s side within a moment and jumping. Raquel set down her son, and the children embraced.

“Aw,” cooed Raquel.

“Today is your birthday,” said Amistad as he pet Lian’s hair.

“Auntie Mouse is outside, and we got a moon bouncy,” Lian squealed. She and Amistad grabbed hands and ran to the backdoor but could not reach the doorknob. Will shook his head and opened the door for them.

***

Over the next hour, Will did his best to relax. The party was going off rather smoothly. Lian’s friends were there, both from daycare and the parents’ group. Donny and Dawn, who somehow knew not to run around, were laughing and rolling around the lawn with Zehra and Khary. Artur and Traya were having too much fun inside the moon bounce with Greg and Brandon. Many of the daycare moms were still starstruck to meet Iris—the GBS reporter! Lian’s daddy knew a news reporter from the second biggest national news station, after GMA!—and Artemis, who had dropped off Brucely at the Watchtower for the day, was happy to photograph as many things as possible.

“It’s hard getting my kids out of the house sometimes,” sighed Nicole as Lian tried doing a cartwheel while Dawn and Zehra cheered her on. “What’s your secret?”

Will swallowed, at loss for words. “Uh, well, when you’ve lived with a millionaire most of your life, you get to travel a lot, more or less like an army brat, and you make friends with whoever does business with your adoptive dad. So…” He felt so awkward and worried that she could sense it. “I guess it’s…doing something new every day.”

“Ani, Jenny!” Lian and Dawn screamed.

Anissa and Jennifer, each carrying a present, shoved them into Lynn’s arms and bolted for their friends. “Happy birthday, Li!” Jennifer giggled.

“Lynn, so happy you could come,” Will said as he handed her a cup of punch and offered two more to her daughters. The girls wiped their mouths, thanked their host, and let Lian tug on their hands as she rushed to introduce them to her friends from daycare.

Will introduced Lynn to all the daycare mothers, who were very nice and alternated between watching the children play and talking to each other. “Wow, your daughter is really a social butterfly,” Masasa commented. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s voted Homecoming Queen in the future!”

Will forced himself to chuckle. He couldn’t imagine Lian at age six just yet, so just the thought of her as a teenager felt weird.

“Everything okay?” Lynn asked in a voice low enough so the daycare moms didn’t hear.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I’m not used to playing host, and…I’m worried something might happen.”

Lynn cocked an eyebrow. “Say that again.”

Will gestured for her to follow him as he slowly walked from the daycare moms. At a considerable distance, he took a deep breath. “I get nervous around the women from daycare. It’s not easy being the only dad–well, only really involved dad. I mean, other dads will help with things, pick up their kids and all, but…” Then he swallowed and double checked that nobody was watching. “I’ve heard quite a few women notice that I’m the only one of Lian’s parents to do things, and they’ve said some rather mean things, like her mother is a bad parent for not being with the other moms or…picking up our daughter.”

Lynn’s face made him think that he told her that her brother had just died. “Are you serious?”

Will nodded. “Yeah. Sometimes I have Artemis pick Lian up, just because…it’s kind of hurtful.” When Lynn didn’t say anything, he continued. “That’s why I want this party to be perfect, so these mothers can let the others know that I am a good single father even if I don’t have my wife with me.”

Lynn glanced at the daycare mothers chatting animatedly with Iris, Mera, and Raquel. “Well, I think it’s enough that you have her aunt involved, but…at least you have us. We know you don’t project your daughter’s needs to her aunt. We got your back.”

Will felt completely grateful and nodded.

***

The doorbell rang shortly after Brandon won Pin the Helmet on the Dog, but some of the kids alternated between running inside and some were already back outdoors. Artemis reassured Will that she would watch over the kids so he could answer the door.

“Hello, brother.”

Will smiled at his fellow clone, who carried a present wrapped in appropriately themed wrapping paper, but his smile sank when he saw Roy hunched over his phone. “Someone’s not in a party mode?” he asked.

Jim glanced at their genetic template. “I practically had to drag him from the hotel. I’m starting to think that he may have second thoughts about being caught in a kiddie party.”

“I’m not deaf, you know,” Roy groaned. Jim chuckled.

“Lian, Uncle Jim and Uncle Roy are here!” Will called out. “Put that down, however you pronounce your name again!”

Jim laughed and elbowed Roy to follow him inside, where Lian ran to them both for hugs and then dashed through the backdoor. He grimaced as he tried to set down his gift somewhere on the mountain of presents without it falling over. Once he was satisfied, he followed Will into the backyard. Some of the mothers he recognized, and the others must have been daycare moms. The only other guy was definitely the human android that Red Tornado set up. Roy walked away, but Jim looked up and saw a very familiar face that he was happy to see.

“Hey, Karen!”

The expectant woman grinned, and they hugged as tightly but loosely as they could given her condition. “Glad to see you!” He quickly peeked around. “Mal’s getting better, I hope?”

Karen nodded. “Yes, but he encouraged me to come anyway, and I’m going to film Lian opening our present for him. Plus…” She glanced around at the little ones laughing and having fun. “When you’re going to be a member of an exclusive club like this, you don’t turn down the invite for what you’re expecting.“

“Absolutely,” he agreed, thinking of his protégé and how excited he was for the couple.

“So, uh…how’s Karen?” she asked as she cradled her baby bump.

Jim grinned. “Your, uh, closest ‘geranium’ is doing well, and she hopes you’ll come back and visit soon.” He liked to see how Karen’s eyes lit up. “They all miss you and can’t wait to hear about your dissertation. Definitely let me know if—”

What cut him off was a squeal of laughter, and Donny and Dawn jogged behind the other kids, waving their arms and making silly noises. Artemis secured a few pictures, but Will could not laugh. He watched his daughter and a friend from daycare attempt to hula hoop, but both failed miserably. Fortunately, Lian just laughed, and so did her friend. He noticed Roy succeed in opening a bottle of water with one hand and offer a kid a juice box.

Then Will looked over his daughter’s head and panicked when he saw Mera put her hand to her son’s forehead. The prince must have dehydrated himself in the moon bounce. Will grabbed a water bottle and hurried over. “Here,” he said. “He looks thirsty.”

“Thank you,” Mera said as she handed her son the bottle and encouraged him to drink. Will checked to make sure nobody was watching, but he was worried. He wanted his daughter’s birthday to be perfect, and that did not include a child passing out, especially an Atlantean.

When Artur took deep breaths, Will fanned him as best as he could. “If you want, the bathtub is upstairs if he needs a good soak.”

“Thank you, Will,” Mera said, “but I think he’s good for now.”

“You sure?” Will asked the prince. Artur hesitated but nodded. Will sighed in relief and chuckled when he saw some of the day care moms—Denise and Nicole—standing close to Jim, who looked amused and uncomfortable. Nicole, with the black hair, nodded to what he was saying and brushed something off his shoulder.

***

“Lois! I’m so glad you and Jonathan could make it!” the host greeted the last guest before he welcomed the two inside.

“Thank you for inviting us,” Lois said. “I mean, I know he’s a little young for birthday parties, but it means a lot that you welcome us here.”

“Of course.” Will led mother and child to the backyard and ruffled the baby’s hair. “My daughter enjoys playing with your son, and she wanted him to come.” Then he clapped his hands and put on his best host smile. “All right, everyone, who’s ready for the piñata?”

Even little Jonathan bounced in his mother’s arms as he watched the children line up. Artemis took a picture of her niece clutching the Sky piñata before Jim hung it over a tree branch and Roy tied a bandana over Lian’s eyes. He handed her a wooden baseball bat.

“Hey, no fair!” Jennifer whined. She pointed to the older kids behind her. “They’re bigger than we are, they’ll hit it better!” Then came a little chorus of protests, and Will panicked. He tried to read his daughter’s face, but it was hard given the blindfold.

“Not quite, kiddo,” Jim said with a smile. “Who says that I can’t lift”—he tugged on the rope so the piñata went up a few inches higher—“for the taller ones?”

“Damn, he’s so hot,” Will heard Kath mutter to herself or the other mothers. He tried not to chuckle, even though he knew that if Jim found out, he would have turned red.

It took about half an hour and tiny cheers of encouragement, but at last Sky broke apart when Amistad whacked the side, and a shower of candy poured onto the grass. Children rushed over and grabbed handfuls of Tootsie Rolls, sugar stix, Twix bars, Kit Kats, lollipops, and Twizzlers, which their parents said they would hold onto until after presents.

“All right, everyone,” Will said after he checked the time, “who’s ready for birthday cake?”

Roy would never admit to anyone that a hoard of tiny legs and bodies nearly trampled him to the ground in a rush into the house, and he was sure that one kid kicked him in the gut, but nobody noticed because everyone in the kitchen impatiently watched as Will removed the cake from the refrigerator.

Will set down the giant Paw Patrol cake in front of his daughter, with the 3 candle lit and dancing. It was 4:16—the exact same time that Lian was born, after her mother was in labor for sixteen hours. The birthday girl and her friends bounced in their seats as Will and Lian posed for her aunt. Then Will let her take a picture of all the guests before he said, “All right, everyone sing…”

“Happy birthday to you…”

Lian blew out the candle, and her friends, their mothers, her father, her aunt, and her uncles clapped and cheered. Then Will slowly cut the cake into equal wedges and set them on tiny Paw Patrol paper plates for the children. (He then worried that someone would notice that he gave Donny and Dawn slightly bigger slices and regretted not ordering a stack of cupcakes for everyone so the twins wouldn’t detect if they were eating something sugar-free).

Lian, for no reason, ended up shoving her slice of cake in Roy’s face. Her friends burst into laughter, while their mothers blushed. Jim chuckled, but then he felt a stranger caress his arm and then his back a little too much for his liking. Will, for once, stopped worrying and started laughing. His daughter was happy. She was making other children laugh.

Roy, who thought that Lian had wanted to whisper something in his ear, stared as cake fell from his face and onto the table. Lian giggled and licked her fingers. He shrugged and ruffled her hair. Little goofball—he couldn’t get mad at her. Then he searched for a napkin, but his eyes instead hit Artemis holding a camera, pointing in his direction, clicking more than once. The humiliation came back in a fresh wave. He needed to break that camera apart and burn it. He could not let anyone else see evidence that a three-year-old “caked” him like a newly married couple to each other.

“Jennifer, no!” Lynn warned as she grabbed her daughter’s wrist before she could shove her own slice into her sister’s face. Anissa either didn’t care or was laughing too hard to notice. Will grinned as everyone ate and Jonathan smashed his fist into his own slice, and then he, Artemis, and Jim carried the presents and set them on the table where the cake had been.

At Auntie Mouse’s request, Lian had to open Grandmommy Paula’s gift first, though everything was filmed anyway. Paula gave her granddaughter two dolls that she had since she was a girl, a black dress, and a storybook in Vietnamese. Although Lian was not learning to speak Vietnamese fluently, she was able to read and understand some vocabulary. Will helped his daughter read aloud the letter his mother-in-law wrote, Lian in love with her grandmother’s handwriting. Artemis couldn’t help but feel like crying because Paula said the best words to her little sunshine.

Artur gave her a pink conch and told her to hold it to her ear so she could hear the ocean. Lian nearly squealed because it sounded so real, but not even the little prince could explain why it could do that. Jennifer gave her a Justice League coloring book that featured nearly every hero in its history (Lian knew better than to point out that she found her own daddy in the book) and a stack of crayons, Anissa bought with her own money Green Arrow and Black Canary plushies for Lian’s collection, while Amistad’s gift was a kiddie bow and arrow set with suction cups, and Traya’s a kid-friendly book on different religions. Jonathan’s parents gave her a Superman teddy from Build-a-Bear, Donny and Dawn a picture album of their adventures to the beach and the zoo, and Zehra two stuffed cats. Khary gave her a collection of Peppa Pig plushies, Greg a candy-making kit, and Brandon the same set of Paw Patrol rain boots that he had so they could be "twins” for the daycare’s upcoming trip to an apple orchard.

Roy gave her the Brave read-along book, Artemis a collection of clothes, and Jim a suitcase with wheels to carry books, clothes, and toys for when she came to visit him, her name embroidered in sapphire blue. All three of them also gave her cards declaring their absolute love for the niece they shared and how she lit up their lives.

After Lian opened a bumblebee pillow pet from Mal and Karen, Will handed her his present. She pulled apart the wrapping paper to the solar system set that she wanted for a long time and a framed poem of a father’s love and wishes for his daughter. Everyone, even Roy and Jim, started tearing up as Will coached his daughter into reading it out loud. He promised to hang it over her bed after the party.

Afterwards, the party spent the afternoon in the living room. The TV played Paw Patrol, but the children alternated between watching and engaging in other activities. Lian and Jennifer made buzzing noises to Jonathan using the bumblebee pillow pet. Artur, Traya, Anissa, and Dawn gathered at the coffee table while Jim entertained them with card tricks, and Masasa gave him coffee and a wink. Roy feigned interest as Donny, Greg, and Zehra sang along to whatever was on TV again and bounced on his lap and the couch. Amistad, Brandon, and Khary played Justice League while Raquel, Mera, Iris, and Karen got to know Nicole, Kath, Denise, and Grey. Will talked mostly to John and watched as Artemis made sure to snap pictures of everything.

Slowly, beginning at six, the guests began to leave. Jennifer and Donny whined and complained as their respective mothers escorted them out, but they were excited to go home and open their party bags. Although the parents helped Will clean up as much as they could, only John, Roy, Mera, and Jim stayed. By the time Mera and John left, with Traya and the prince behind them, Will thought he was going to cry in relief. It was hard playing host and keeping an eye out on little bodies. Roy ordered a pizza for the remaining four adults to share as they finished the ice cream, and Will began washing the dishes.

“Did you have fun, baby girl?” Artemis called out. A yawn was her response. Artemis chuckled and walked into the living room to sit beside her exhausted niece, rubbing her eyes and struggling to hold up her head. “Ready for bed? You must be sleepy.”

“No,” she sighed. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Lian nodded but yawned again. Artemis smiled and prepared to slide her hands under her niece’s body, but Lian made a noise of protest. “No, I want Daddy.”

“Is everything okay, Li?” Will asked as he stepped out of the kitchen.

Lian nodded and held out her arms. “Daddy put me to bed.”

Will smiled and picked her up. Her head immediately landed on his shoulder. “Oh, my little girl’s exhausted,” he said. “Did you have fun today?”

Lian nodded as he carried her into the kitchen so Jim and Roy could hug her goodnight before she went to bed. “I did,” she whispered.

Will gave Lian a quick bath and had to keep his hand on her back to keep her from falling asleep in the tub, and brushed her teeth for her while she struggled to keep her mouth wide open. Lian sleepily wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his collarbone as he helped her into her pajamas. Will laid her onto the mattress, but before he pulled the covers to her chest, Lian threw her arms around him again. “Thank you, Daddy,” she yawned. “It was the best birthday ever.”

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themagicalmysticalboy · 5 years

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Paul taking care of a drunk john perhaps? Just a bunch of fluff hhshbnnjjj

Calling Only You

/n: i tried writing this earlier but it ended up really sad so here’s my second go at it.

pairing: Paul McCartney x John Lennon

summary: It’s late in the night and Paul McCartney gets a call. He’s not surprised to find it’s John Lennon in need of a ride.

warnings: alcohol-induced sickness

word count: 2,000+

It was very late in the night when Paul woke to the sound of the phone ringing. With a groan, he stirred in the swaddle of comfortable blankets encasing him. Rolling over, he blinked up at a ceiling that he could barely make out through the moon's faint glow. It hit him that he should probably answer before it woke his dad. After another ring, he shuffled to the edge of his bed, blindly groping in the darkness until the phone was in hand.

“‘Ello,” he said, stifling a yawn.

Muffled music and loud chattering filled the other end of the phone. “Macca-Love, you-you’re up!” John’s slurred voice stood above the background noise. “What a lovely night to be awake with me!”

Paul scooted up in bed, leaning against the headboard. “It’s late, John.” Clicking on the lamp at his bedside table, he saw it was half-past three. “Very late.”

“Yesss, Macca-Love. And! And I need you here with me.”

“Johnny, get yourself home on a bus. You’re drunk.” Paul let out a long yawn. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He went to hang up the phone but John began to frantically call out for him. He reluctantly put the phone back to his ear. “Yes?”

“That’s why I’ve called, darling-love.” He sighed dramatically and Paul could vividly imagine John putting the back of his hand to his forehead like a fainting girl in the pictures. “I’ve lost all my money in a cruel game of pool. Used the last of my change to ring you up.”

Paul’s eyes closed and open very slowly. He would have to dress and drive into town. The realization was slightly infuriating but he’d do just about anything for this man and they both knew that. “Tell me the pub you’re at and I’ll be there soon.”

Paul shuffled around his room, pulling on his trousers and tucking in the t-shirt he’d been sleeping in. The whole affair took only minutes. After pulling together what one could loosely call an outfit, he crept through his house and out the door, keys in hand.

John wasn’t usually one to be out at bars alone. He preferred a group, even when he was drinking for sorrow's sake. Who would he impress with his drunken wit with no one around? It brought questions bubbling at the back of Paul's groggy mind.

None stuck around long enough to get him worried about it. He just drove through the quiet night, wind blowing through the cabin of the car to slap him awake as sleep threatened to close his eyes. As he neared the bar, he kept an eye out on the sidewalk for John, in case he decided to walk.

Sleepy eyes drifted from either side of the street until something- someone- was thrown out into the street from between two parked cars. Paul’s eyes went wide as saucers as his foot slammed down on the breaks, a gasp catching harshly in his throat. The car screeched to a halt. He panted out breaths, his heart rate suddenly riding at a million miles an hour. He couldn’t see the figure for his car hood but he hadn’t felt any kind of impact.

A hand slammed the hood of his car, hoisting up a disheveled and bloody lipped John, looking like he’d gone completely spare. He didn’t even stop to look into the car that almost hit him. Instead, he flung himself at a man that stood between the parked cars, fists flying.

“Could have killed me!” John bellowed as his fists flew into the man's face and torso.

Paul threw the car in park and yanked open the door, a flurry of curses leaving his lips as he marched over to the fighting pair. There was a bird trying to yank back the unknown man as he took a beating from John. She didn’t seem strong enough to get the job done, though.

“Hold yours and I’ll get mine,” he called to the young girl. She nodded, tugging harder at her man's arm.

In one motion, he grabbed John’s upper arms on either side and yanked him back tightly into his arms. The bird wrapped her man into her arms, fussing over his bloodied face. John was struggling against Paul's chest, trying to break free and get back at the now half-conscious bloke. The irritated bassist turned the lad around and pushed his back into the side of the car.

“It’s me, sodding idiot!” He pressed himself against John’s chest to calm him, holding his arms down.

His body relaxed immediately but his eyes were still searching for the fight. “Ello, darling. Interrupted something, y’know?” He smiled, the blood from his split lip staining his teeth red. It turned the drunken smile sinister and ghoulish.

“In the car. Go.” Paul stepped back, carefully eyeing John as he slipped into the car and closed the door. He kept his attention almost fully on the lad until he was in the car himself. He knew it was in John’s nature to finish the fight he started.

By the look of the other lad, he already had.

Paul started the car and began down the road in silence. He couldn’t help but look over all the injuries his mate had gotten in the span of fifteen or twenty minutes. John’s smile was disappearing as the seconds went by, his head drooping forward. The color had left his face and every time Paul glanced over it seemed the dark red of the blood at his lip and over his eye stood out on the paling skin more and more.

“Paulie…” He looked to his mate and knew almost immediately. He looked about to gag, his mouth hung open and hand to his stomach.

“Fuck, fuck.” Paul whipped the car to the side of the road and slammed it to a stop.

“Paul, I don’t-“ John clamped a hand over his mouth, gagging into it. Paul leaned over him and threw the door open just in time.

John dropped out of the car like jello, hacking up his stomach contents on the sidewalk. Paul craned his neck to make sure his mate wasn’t going to choke. His hands stayed at the wheel, his foot on the break.

“Puke in me dads car and you’ll never be able to see me again,” Paul said it jokingly as John pulled himself back into the car but they both knew it wasn’t a joke at all. Jim McCartney never cared much for John, only growing some sense of sympathy for him after his mother had passed so suddenly.

With all that being said, it might not have been Paul’s best idea to turn the car around in a haphazard U and head the opposite way from John’s house.

“See me drink on the cobble and fancy one for yourself,” he asked, voice muffled and shaken as he dragged his leather sleeve across his mouth. Blood was now smeared across his lips and left cheek like a birds streaked lipstick. Paul knew that he couldn’t drop his mate off in good conscience. He needed looking after, that much was obvious.

“We’re going to my place.” Paul glanced over for a read on the lad but he just curled his legs up in the seat, folding in on himself. His hands hung off his knees, trembling. “That alright?”

John grunted, burying his head deeper into his legs, and that was taken as a yes. Paul reached over, holding one of the shaking hands in his own and drawing soothing circles with his thumb. John didn’t unfurl from his ball the entire way to Paul’s house. He only gripped Paul’s hand with wavering intensity.

Paul slipped his hand away to park properly and John’s hand curled into a tight fist in its absence. As soon as the car parked, John frantically went for the door. He yanked it open, falling out on hands and knees to puke again.

Paul hurriedly pocketed the keys and went to his friend's aid. He patted his back as the upheaval continued. “Get it all out, son.”

Once he seemed done with his spell, Paul hauled him to his feet and threw his mates arm over his own shoulder. As they moved towards the door, John’s feet struggled to walk properly. This put most of the responsibility on Paul to keep him upright and walking straight. It was more than a little difficult to quietly drag a man larger than himself up the steps and into his room without waking his father or brother. But it was managed.

He gently sat John on to the edge of his bed and ducked over to his desk to sit the small rubbish bin in his mate's lap. Paul gripped John’s shoulders, looking him dead in the eyes. John's eyes were glazed and shining as if looking into a void of great intrigue. Paul, figuring that was the best he could hope for at the moment, patted his shoulder and made for the door.

“Back in a mo. Aim for the bucket, love.” John’s glassed over eyes found Paul’s before his head fell into the bin, upheaving thrice over now. “Doing great,” he mumbled as he shut the door behind him and went to work on gathering the necessities.

After clearing the driveway of any sick, Paul places the keys back in their place and went to the bathroom. He gathered a warm basin of water and two rags. Slowly, careful not to spill the water, he maneuvered to his room and sat down his supplies.

John was curled up on his side in the bed, hugging his sick bin. He was the poster child of pitiful in that moment. Paul shook his head at the sight and left again to grab a glass of water.

He sat the glass on his nightstand and went to work on the pitiful boy. “Okay, come on. Sit up, love.” He coaxed the lad into being upright, leaning against the headboard. “You can’t be getting blood all over me bed, now.”

Paul dunked the rag into the basin, the water warming his fingertips, and dabbed at the cut running through John’s brow. John winced back, his face twisting up with the sudden pain. Paul mumbled an apology and moved down to John’s cheek, lightly scrubbing at the smear before moving to his lips. He patted over them gently, John leaning into the touch. The cut seemed to already be scabbed over well, just needed the blood cleared away.

John fell forward when Paul pulled the rag away, trying to set it down so he could continue with his caretaking. John seemed to not be having that. He wrapped his arms around the bass players back and pulled him close, nestling his head into the crook of Paul’s neck.

“I love you, darling.” It was the first thing he’d said since the car ride and Paul couldn't stop a smile from spreading across his face. “You’re my world.”

“You’re not winning me over with that, now.” Though he already had. “Let me get you ready for bed.” Instead, John began to kiss at Paul’s neck, pulling his shirt up. Paul laughed and moved his hands away. “You’re too drink for any of that.”

“But you’re not.” He sang the words in between sloppy kisses, going for Paul’s zipper.

Paul rolled his eyes and moved John’s hands again, forcing him to take hold of the glass of water instead. “Drink, slag.” John did as he was told, gulping back the whole glass. “What had you out by yourself, anyroad?”

He took the glass away and began to strip the boy of his leather jacket. John seemed over his short-lived lust, letting Paul slip off his shirt without going for Paul’s.

“Boredom.” His eyes followed Paul as he moved around him, fussing at every bit of him. “Tired of sitting ‘round without a thing to do.” He seemed a bit soberer than moments before.

Paul slipped off his trousers and tossed the ensemble to the corner. “Could have rang me up,” Paul offered, moving off the bed to grab a set of pajamas for the lad. “Instead of getting into a bar fight and losing all your money.”

John’s waved a dismissive hand, pulling on the sleepwear without moving off the bed. “You were out all day.”

Paul’s brow furrowed as he slipped off his own trousers. “No, mate.” He got the other rag from the basin, wringing it out before placing it over John’s forehead. “Been home all day. Did you try to ring over?”

“Yeah. Rang three times. You’re dad said you’d been out with George for the day.”

Paul nudged his friend over and slipped into bed with him, realization taking hold. Paul scoffed indignantly. “Me dad. Of course. He’d said it was salesmen.”

“He’s back to that again? Me mum passing only gave me so much of a grace period with him?” John’s voice was rising. “Well, I know I could-“

Paul hurriedly hushed him. “You’ll wake the house like that,” he hissed.

John raised up, the rag falling from his forehead. “He’s got no right in-“ Paul clamped a hand over his mouth to silence him.

“I know, Johnny-love. I know.” He let his hand drop from John’s mouth and tossed the rag back into the basin. “Lay down now.”

John looked at him as if he was stupid but Paul gave a persistent stare and he complied. He laid on his side and so did Paul. As they settled, he pulled his mate closer, pressing the length of John’s back to his chest. They fit together like perfect puzzle pieces.

“Just ’cause he lies over the phone don’t mean we’ll stop being ‘round one another,” Paul said into John’s messy hair.

John grabbed at Paul’s arm, pulling it over his own waist. “You’re bleedin’ right I won’t stop comin’ ‘round.” His lingering buzz made him sounded like a defiant child.

“You’re my world, too, y’know,” Paul said, smiling into his hair.

John nestled back into Paul, holding his hand tight. “I’d better be.”

#mclennon #paul x john #john lennon #macca #paul mccartney #mclennon fluff #the beatles one shot #the bealtes #the beatles fanfiction #ask request

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Hello, Hopper and #15 please Much love drink your water

#15. Kiss on back

// M for some sexy times

The worst thing about being married to the police chief is the worry. When he’s gone you worry something will happen to him. His reassurances that nothing happens in this town is why you shouldn’t worry, but that doesn’t help. It only takes one time for something to happen and change your life forever.

Your mind can’t help but wander on nights like this, when he’s late coming home. What’s worse is tonight was your planned stay at home night date. Usually on these nights you would cook together, then make love into the night. You’d been thinking about it all day, about him all day. Images of his lips and big hands had distracted your thoughts while you were at work. The thrill of knowing what was coming, knowing you’d have a nice evening at home with him. And now you don’t know where he is or if something is wrong.

He hasn’t called, giving you an indication he’s busy - or something is very wrong.

The later it gets, the hungrier you get. So you make something quick for yourself and eat in silence. The TV is on in the background, but it’s not what you want to hear. You want to hear Hopper’s warm baritone telling you what funny thing happened today at work, or him whispering promises of pleasure.

There’s an ache of longing between your legs, though in your heart you’re filled with worry.

You eat, but mostly pick at your food. You’re not as hungry as you initially thought.

It’s almost 11 when you decide to get ready for bed. But you don’t really do that either. You were supposed to shower, but instead you undress and put on one of Hopper’s henleys. You climb into bed and lay down on your side. Taking Hopper’s pillow in your arms, you hold it close you and take comfort in how it smells like him.

At some point, you don’t know when, you fall asleep. Your sleep is stirred when you hear the soft thump of boots enter the bedroom. You sit up faster than you mean to and all the blood rushes to your head, but you manage to make out “Where have you been? Are you ok?” and flick on the bedside table lamp.

Before he can answer, you see it.

Hopper’s face - he has a black eye and a bleeding cut on his cheekbone. His forehead has a scrape, and his lip is split. You glance down at his knuckles and see they are all bloody and cracked.

A horrified gasp lives you lips and you get up fast to get to him.

“Baby, what happened?” tears are in your eyes as you now stand before him.

“Long day. Tried to stop a fight, then got mixed in it. Sorry, baby, I know you’re worried.”

“Come on,” you tell him and gently take his arm to lead him into the kitchen. You set him down at the table and get some ice and first aid kit.

“Is that my shirt?” he asks, the teasing is thick in his voice. You swat his hand away when he reaches to touch your thigh where the hem of the shirt lies.

“Hands off until I get you cleaned up.”

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckles but sits still for you. He could do all of this himself, but it touches his heart to watch you fuss over him. And he knows that it brings you a level of comfort to patch him up. So he doesn’t complain.

And he has a nice view. He eyes your breasts through his shirt, and the curve of your ass the henley clings to so well.

“I’m sorry about date night too baby. Been thinking about you all damn day.”

“Me too,” you tell him as you clean off his forehead. His eyes flick up to meet yours, and you look away on a blush. You gently kiss the top of his head when you’re all finished. Going around behind him, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head against his. He takes your wrist in his hand and rubs gently with his thumb.

“Can I make it up to you?” he asks, then places a stubbly kiss to your hand. You lean down and kiss his shoulder in reply.

“Are you up to it?” you ask, he’s sore you don’t want to put him up to anything.

“Baby, I can’t not have you after seeing you in my shirt.”

“Hop, you sure?” you come around to face him. Your cheeks are stained red with his proposal and gives you away - but he already knows. You need him, you need to feel him. After hours of worry, being in his arms is exactly what you need for you to feel better.

He stands and his height towers of over you. He looks down at you with a smile, and tilts your chin up with a finger. “Let me.” He kisses you gently, but you still hear him wince. The kiss aggravates his split lip.

“Hop,” you look at him, “you can’t even kiss me without it hurting.”

“Baby,” he smiles, “I don’t need my lips for what I have in mind.”

You blush, but you know he’s good to his word. He also talks a big game, but you can tell he’s tired.

It changes things since you can’t kiss his lips now. But it’s not necessarily a bad thing. While you undress each other, you plant kisses along his jaw and his neck, and even along his collarbones. His hands smooth up and down your arms, and he nuzzles his nose in your hair breathing deeply.

When he’s naked in front of you, you see bruises on his body and it hurts you more than they hurt him you imagine.

“Jim, are you sure?” you ask one more time, using his name to make your point clear.

His eyes stay locked on yours, but he’s quick and slides a finger in between your legs, and feels the slick that’s already gathered. Your knees buckle at the sudden movement and you clutch onto his arms.

“I’m sure,” his voice is deep in your ear. He’s about to lay you down when he raises an eyebrow seeing his pillow on your side of the bed. “Sleeping with my pillow?” he smiles. There’s no teasing in his voice, he knows.

“I missed you,” you shrug and move his pillow over to it’s rightful spot. When you do, he takes the opportunity to pinch your ass, and you squeal and flop down on your stomach.

“Don’t move,” he commands, and you certainly aren’t going to disobey. First it starts with his fingertips, he traces along your spine making you shiver. He then grabs your ass with both hands and squeezes a little. You jolt and moan, and in return he playfully swats at your ass, “I said don’t move,” he growls in your ear.

So that’s how this is gonna go.

But then he surprises you, but gently placing kisses along your back. He barely touches his lips to you, but it’s enough that you sigh. His beard tickles and only adds to the sensations. Soon his hands join, and he’s rubbing your back. Massaging the aches, digging his thumbs into your shoulder blades. You can’t hold back the moan bubbling up from your lips.

When he’s done, he rolls you over on your back so you can look up at him. You don’t know what time it is, but you don’t have to know so see his exhaustion. He looks adorably sleepy.

With his knee, he spreads your legs and makes room for himself. Using his thumb he teases your clit with sure fast strokes. It’s barely a minute before you come, he’s practiced in getting you there quick if he so chooses.

Then he positions himself, and enters you slowly, he wants to take his time with this one. You both moan together as he enters you fully. He buries his face in your neck, he hates not being able to kiss you. His groans vibrate into your skin, and you feel his hot breath as he moves.

The stretch of him is bringing you to ecstasy. His heat is surrounding you, and his body is heavy on top of yours. You’re lost in the feeling of him when you feel your second orgasm. It’s slower, and you cling to his back grasping for something to hold onto as the pleasure peaks.

He comes with a deep groan, and you shudder to feel him inside you. He hisses when he pulls out, and he all but collapses on top of you. His head nestles between your breasts, his ear flat against your sternum. He sighs deeply and happily when you comb your fingers through his hair. He hears your heartbeat pound in his ear, and he nuzzles his beard playfully against the side of your breast. His arms wrap around you and hold you close.

You stay like this for a long time. So long that you’re pretty sure he’s fallen asleep.

“Hop?” you whisper. He grunts half asleep in response, and you laugh. “I need to get up please.” Normally, he’d clean you up. It’s one of his things, and you know he’ll kick himself when he realizes you’ve done it tonight. But you don’t mind. He deserves rest, and you’re just happy he’s home.

You try to slide out from under him, but his grip only tightens.

“Where do you think you’re going huh?”

He’s awake.

“I need to clean up,” you tell him.

“You will do no such thing,” his eyebrows crease. With a tired groan he stands up and stretches. He cracks his neck and walks to the bathroom. Unashamedly you admire his ass when he walks in, and you smile when you hear the water running. He just has to do it.

“Honey, you don’t have to,” you call to him from the bed.

He returns with the damp rag and cleans you up.

“You took such good care of me tonight baby. Just let me.” The intimacy of it has your heart aching, it does every time no matter how routine it is. And because of all the emotions from today, a few tears fall.

“Baby what’s wrong?” he stops when he sees the tears on your cheeks.

“I’m just glad you’re home safe.”

His smile is warm, and he throws the rag in the bathroom. He turns off the bedroom light, and climbs back on top of you. He gets in the same position he was in, his head on your chest and his arms wrapped tight around you. He wiggles his body a little to get comfortable but also to make you laugh.

“I’m here baby,” he mumbles into your skin. It’s mere moments before he’s out like a light. You fall asleep soon after, but you stay awake for just a little while longer to enjoy feeling him in your arms.

#jim hopper x reader #chief jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #hopper #stranger things #jim hopper fic #my writing #finally posting some that have been in my drafts for too long!#anonymous #answered

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may85 · 5 years

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Summary: Christmas Prompt 29. "Who ate all the cookies?"

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Reader

TV Show: Stranger Things

Word Count: 1248

Warnings: None! Just some good ol' fluffy goodness!

"So you take the scrapper here and move it along the sides of the bowl," I instructed El, watching her closely.

"Like this?" She asked, gently turning the bowl and doing just as I said.

I smiled and nodded my head, "Yes Ma'am,"

A big snow storm had hit Hawkins and I couldn't think of a better way to spend time cooped up in the cabin than with teaching El how to make cookies.

Jim was out on call and I was worried about him.

"He'll be home," Jane said, stirring the cookie dough one last time.

I smiled at her and checked her work, "You know, I think you might be better at this than me,"

Jane blushed, handing me the small ice cream scoop, "Would you ever let me work at the bakery?"

"Of course I would! You're a natural."

We finished filling up the four cookie sheets that I had laid out. I watched Jane carefully as she opened the preheated oven, which caused her to blink rapidly at the burst of heat coming out, then she slid the cookie sheet in.

"Awesome! Now we wait thirteen minutes,"

"Can I go call Mike?" She asked, washing her hands.

Once she shut the water off, I threw her the hand towel and tilted my head towards her room, "Go on, but once your Dad gets home, it'll be time for dinner,"

El smiled and skipped off to talk to her boyfriend.

I kept up with the cookies, putting them on the rack to cool before transferring them to a plate. Soon I was able to start dinner, but I was getting more worried because Jim had yet to return home.

I decided to make Chili and Cornbread. It was when I put the cornbread in the oven did the door swing open and a frigid burst of air blow into the cabin.

"Son of a bitch!" Jim fussed, knocking his boots off on the door jam.

He looked up at me and smiled, which in turn made me shiver.

"Thank God you're okay!" I said, staying by the warm oven.

Jim took his jacket off and hung it up, placing his hat on the top if the coat rack. He rubbed his hands together as he came into the kitchen.

"It smells incredible in here," he complimented.

"Just trying to kill some time and show Jane how to bake something simple,"

Jim wrapped his cold arms around me and shivered again. I moved my hands up and down his arms, trying to get some warmth into him.

I watched as he sniffed the air again and his eyes widened when he spotted the two plates of cookies.

"No you didn't," he gasped.

Chocolate chip and Snickerdoodles were Jim's favorites. I giggled at him, "I did,"

"Can I have one now?" He asked, his hands sneaking under the back of my sweater.

I squealed at his ice cold fingers and tried to jump away from him, but his grip was ironclad, "Fine, fine, fine!"

He chuckled, leaning down and giving me a slow kiss. I gave a soft groan when his cold lips touched mine and after a few moments of us standing there, trying to warm him up, he gave me one last peck and grinned at me, "Hey Darlin',"

"Sup, Chief?" I kissed the corner of his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck while standing on my tiptoes.

Just when I thought I'd get some more kisses from him, I felt his hand leave my back and reach for the cookies.

I clicked my tongue at him and shook my head, "Just as I thought… only after my cookies,"

He chuckled, biting his bottom lip as he squeezed my ass, "Maybe,"

I gently pushed him away, "Ass,"

Jim took two cookies, one of each and began munching on them as he walked to the bedroom to change his clothes.

"Gah, I knew I loved you for a reason!" He moaned, his speech muffled by the cookies.

I shook my head and fixed him a bowl of dinner while he got comfortable.

Later on that night, long after the extras were put in the fridge and the dishes were done, Jim had cuddled up to me on the couch as we watched television.

Jane had gone back to her room to chat with the party over the phone and walkies, but the talking had been reduced to just a few words as the gang was getting sleepy.

I yawned, earning a squeeze and a kiss to the neck from Jim, who was laying behind me.

"Is it just me, or did it seem to get even colder?" I asked, shivering.

Jim reached on the top of the couch and pulled the blanket over the both of us. I turned over, facing him.

He smiled sleepily at me, running a hand through my hair and gently over my cheek, "Ready for bed?"

Kissing him with my answer, I gave a soft, "Uh hu,"

Jim's mustache tickled my upper lip, making me have to break the kiss before I started laughing uncontrollably.

"Night, Sweetheart," his voice rumbled as he rubbed my back with soothing circles.

I hummed happily and closed my eyes as I breathed in his scent.

I don't know how long I'd been asleep, but I'd woken to the room only being lit by Christmas tree lights blinking in different successions.

Jim was not on the couch. Thinking he must've gone to bed, I went to the kitchen to get something to drink.

I took a sip of water and looked over to find an empty plate from the cookies and one missing.

"Who ate all the cookies?!" I said, out loud.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!"

A thud sounded from inside of El's room and that's when I noticed her light on. I put my glass down and marched over there, pushing the door open.

There I found Jim and El on her bed acting nonchalant.

"What's going on?" I asked, folding my arms.

Jim was leaning back on an arm, his leg crossed as he tried to play off of getting busted, "Nothin',"

"Did you eat all the cookies?"

Jane shook her head, eyes wide.

I went to her side table and picked up the white jug, "Then what's the milk doing in here?"

"Milk helps to get you to sleep right, El?" Jim tried.

And oh boy, was he trying.

I made an obnoxious buzzing noise, "Wrong. It's gotta be warm. Try again Jim Hopper,"

El gasped. She knew when I said his full name that he was in for it.

Almost like a petulant child, Jim rolled his eyes and slapped his hands on his thighs, "Fine we had some cookies,"

"He ate most of them,"

Jim gawked at El while she sold him out.

"Why you little narc!"

"Hey now!" I clapped my hands, rubbed my temples, then checked my watch, "It's like two thirty in the morning. I'm tired, I'm cold and am ready to go to bed. No more cookies Jim or you'll end up with a tummy ache,"

"Night kid," Jim said, kissing Jane's temple.

Jim followed me to bed after putting away the milk.

"I can't believe you ate all those cookies, Hopp,"

He got into bed, flinging the covers over us, "Well, Sweetheart those cookies are dangerous. Hell you're dangerous,"

I pulled on the collar of his shirt and kissed him, "You're damn right I am,"

#david harbour #jim hopper #cheif jim hopper #stranger things #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x you #may85 is writing!

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fortheheavenssake · 4 years

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MM ANON II - 2.

72. July 1

MM ANON ……… Hong gone ………… Melbourne hellbourn……… Britain made a wedding profit ??? …………… 4 th July closed. …………… Independent’s bug. …………Maple Kate forever……… George is upset…………… 🎼follow er of fashion 🎼………………… MM, a legend in her own lunchtime ……………… Wigan bin in ……………………air Bridge of size.

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73. July 2

MM ANON ………OMG your under arrest………… video link………… across the border Scotland ……………surprise George …………… Charlotte leads………… Kate&William on top again ………… MM pathetic and mendacious ………… fakency lies……………… “ nice to be going soon cabbage“………… “ yes , I’m looking forward to a drive around the grounds” ………… “ shooting party’s this year” ……… “ doctors approval Philip “ …………” we’ll bring Sydney “……… “ Ahhh, that reminds me,Sydney!!”……… “Philip, it’s tic toc.”

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74. July 3

MM ANON ………… 0600 hr. ……………… build,build,build, drink ,drink,drink …………… 🎼Braaaaaazil🎼……………… business as unusual …………… speak to the Guinness ………… TSDONY………… Subpoena ad testomonium…… theatre/ no theatre ……………… but not America ………… Lone Ranger……………… Mt, Rushmore ………… a bad day in LA ………… still hiding

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75. July 4

MM ANON ……… formula sprog………… madness will spill………… stupid father………… no she wont’ yes she will……… Nigel’s illegal pint………… Williams cider………… Spain’s pain……………… ahhhhhh, blonde bits …………… 🎼only the lonely🎼……………… for love or MONEY …………… HMTQ ( NENC) ………… with the contempt she deserves …………… it’s all a gamble , Arrrrrr!!

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76. July 8

MM ANON ……… girl up the creek………hostage man. ………… half free meal………… drug exposure …………… …staff redundancy at HMTQ …………… boarding rules …………… most popular royal ……………… mines a cider……… ( where’s pg 💜💜) ……………”it’s Balmoral Philip, but not as we know it) …… out of his Depp-th… “ more 🎼Braziiiiil🎼…………… Spanish flu?? ……… 🎼we’re all going on a summer holiday 🎼

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77. July 9

MM ANON …… HMTQ The long wait ………… BLM Trumps ………… no taxes………… boarding Charlotte 🥳🥳🥳……Boarding George 😱😱😱😱………… open the Jim…………… Brazil el Presidente……… Amber Amber,red……………IOC allow protest? ………… school 😷 masks. ……………cricket lovely cricket ………don’t cruise ………………glee, not today …………… tic-toc down. ……… red crane down.

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78. July 10

MM ANON …THANK EVERYONE WHO ATTEMPTS AND GIVES SUCH CREATIVE ANSWERS. MY CONGRATULATIONS AND THANKS TO YOU ALL. 💜💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

79. July 10

MM ANON …… fly high Vera…………… Johnny poo…………… Murray mint Kate…………… now Pneumonia …………… Break cover……………… without merit ……… cover up Boris………… stop and search 😱😱😱…………… open theatre …………………… “ we want gan gan !! “ …………… “ we can visit Catherine “ …………… “ yes’ before Scotland “…………… “ clandestine William “ ……… “your grandfather will be ecstatic 🤣🤣🤣”

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80. July 11

MM ANON ………… relaxed on zoom…………… Leeds bleeds ………… office no office ………… compulsory …………… Brooklyn!! Yawn. ………… Smith, Will deny …………… “Well” , solve the mystery???…………… STONE cold guilty………… Bollywood in hospital ……………Beach sleep………… Tapes😱😱😱😱………… In secunda Eboracum venit ………… Boo-Hoo !!

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81. July 12

MM ANON ……… keep my sex life private…………… farm infectious …………… we don’t have to wear them…………… elephants virus ……………… sad swim ……………… down and out in LA…………… Burton blocks…………ROYAL BUTLER. ………… Fourteen Times!!!! ……………… Ritchies holiday camp …………ATMs lockdown ……………… electric scooters😱😱😱😱😱………… Kate tops poll

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82. July 13

MM ANON ……… heartbroken …………… musky Amber…… sleepy ice cream………… sad Lake……………… more organ warnings …………… huge slave factory’s ……………… tin foil………” never call your babies…???………………… second safest road ……………Forest Rambo…………………” you go old thing , it’s for the best” …………… “ I may stay!! “ …………… Ken. Palace bubble.

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83. July 14

MM ANON …… NO BAIL……… happy little people ………… gymnast aghast ………… George is not happy ………… a woke joke…………………… masked rats………………… carry on up the Amazon …………… “ so are White People” ……………… a new rash ……… HMTQ Royal zoom…………Black-burnt ……………… cut my card up………… veggies break out………… blame the dog-poo………………up up and Huawei………”

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84. July 15

MM ANON …… Now a “married”abomination ………… girlfriends!! …………… HMTQ,will she , won’t she…………… Kate’s amazing ascension ……………… the feeding machine ………… a future Queen in all but name. …………… “ Yes!! A homogeneous bubble” …………… a sterile palace ………black Colorado ……… sir Tom?? …………… a hush hush holiday. …………… awoke to a scathing review.

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85. July 16

MM ANON …… “ after re-watching the Crown how on Earth did HMTQ accept the DOEs dalliances…………… it’s a miracle she never castrated him……… GBHMTQAOGC

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86. July 16

MM ANON ……… TODAYS RIDDLE IS A TRIBUTE TO OUR GLORIOUS MONARCHY … GBHMTQAOGC. …… Dear anons, take your time , this riddle is not a race …… GOD BLESS THE QUEEN.

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87. July 16

MM ANON …… HMTQ ……… The engagement …… The courtship …… The wedding …… The commonwealth tour……THE CORONATION …… The dalliances of Philip ……Her stoicism……… The children …… The 50/60/70/80/90…………PC/… W&K…… OUR MAGNIFICENT MONARCHY ……… The future legacy. ……… GBHMTQAOGC 🇬🇧

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88. July 17

MM Anon for PG💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

MM ANON ……… DEAR PG. such a magnanimous and eloquent tribute for all anons to enjoy and wonder at your historical recollections and memorable facts. A thousand thanks. A labour of loving and informative joy. My thanks is to say we’re so lucky and blessed to have a PG. …… BRAVA!!

We are indeed! This was such a labor of love, truly wonderful, we are blessed indeed!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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89. July 17

MM ANON …… Bea-discreet …………… “ give them a wave Philip, its a wedding “…………… “ I’m looking forward to congratulating the happy couple and sharing a few jokes “ ………… “ No Philip”…………… “ don’t be silly, I won’t say anything ……… “ NO PHILIP!! “ …………” what’s this Philip” ……… “ just a few notes” …………… “ you can’t say this!! ……… “ OK… bloody hell , it’s a joke” …………… “ if you said this , Italy would declare war!!” ……… “ bloody hell !!”

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90. July 20

MM ANON ………… honeymoon Italia…… “hello my old China “…………… more engagements ………… Balmoral cottages ………… secret snaps ( eyes only) ………………”once upon a time “…………T. R. Ah. …………… the green eyed trasher ………… close the beaches …………… a coach full …………… Bea-frugal ……… unknown posie.

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91. July 21

MM ANON … Hello anons , I have a hospital appointment today at 10.00. At the RD&E for tests and an MRI ,Sounds all a bit dramatic, I hope not , things could be better but ……… one day at a time ! I love you all ,dear Skippy,PG , LK …… all you beautiful anons who fill my world with love and humility. I sincerely love you all , acceptance is the answer to ALL my problems. 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜much love and hugs. ☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️

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MM ANON...” in hospital at the moment, RD&E , so I cannot sleep, catheter!! I’ll attempt a riddle to keep myself awake. Much love to all

Oh…poor you! Prayers for you dear MM Anon..we are here for you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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92. July 22

MM ANON ………7 into 99…………The “wishing well”……… “ I can hear a canary singing “ …………… “ good news MM ANON, it’s not c***er🙏🏻………… By-polar …………… “ what , not the nurses” …………Biker Justice …………… Cor,i bin apologising …………… “ I wish her hell”……………… LA to stay away ……………… kiss and MAKE UP ………………Colonel Cam. ………… scouse rouse.

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93. July 23

MM ANON ……… love life exposed …………… gift of jewellery ……………… it’s all a mask ………………… sister protection ……………… yippee ,Balmoral …………… 15 Bank accounts??……………… return to school??? ……………… “ it’s the theatre Jim, but not as they show it”………… Sending in Federal Troops ……………………Bojo crabs ……………… a strong union 🤣🤣🤣……………… 4 million. …………” are you coming Sydney”………… “indubitably sir”…………… “ stock the cellar!! “ ……… “ your request is my command sir” ………… “ and don’t tell anyone I’m driving the LR.”

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94. July 24

MM ANON ……” since 1948 ,no changes ………… wags wobble………… phone a drone ………… Kim-vorce ……………… masked burger………… flowers for team Johnny ………… bailed out by old Bailey…………… Ban her from the palace ………………… tell all will destroy her……………… K&W&LCG will sunny fly to island???……………” I’ll drive Sydney!! “ ……… “ I’ll walk sir” …………… “ bloody get in”😱😱😱

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95. July 25

MM ANON … … “ SHOWGIRL”…………… “that girl” ………… “ I don’t trust her “……………… quarantine …… “we never consulted the authors”😂😂😂……………”it’s a gym Jim, but not as they row it”………… “coming for a swim”…………… knock em for SIX……………Four!!!…………… “jump Frankie”…………” it’s only to the Glen Sydney “ …………… “ it’s three miles sir” ……… “ get the bloody hamper” ……… “I’ll drive back sir” ………… “ not a bloody chance Sydney” ……… “ then I refuse sir” ……… “get your bloody arse in the LR” … “reluctantly sir “😱😱

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96. July 26

MM ANON ………… BARC-ALONE-A……… no Transport home………on ya bike …………… obesities ………… floating for Vlad…………… Kim-jong-corona ………… Hurriicant ………… Moderna………Daisy down……… dog collar reunion …………………”more than kin and less than kind” ………… “ a three-pounder Sydney,the Gillie can smoke it” ………” Sydney, Sydney ……… SYDNEY???”

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97. July 27

MM ANON:…… arrivals !!…………… HMTQ, “ ego lava manus meas”……………” you bloody talk to them”……………Kate cry’s lies………… lying interview……… O ‘no!! …………… one man and his dog…………… a foggy moggy……… “ let’s go shooting Sydney “………… “ with guns sir” ……… “ lots of bloody guns” ……………” O dear”

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98. July 28

MM ANON …… colourful Cam !!…………… Fast Far-raar-ri blast. …………” let your daughter breathe “…………… A niece wedding …………… Inappropriate funds??………… Bush tragedy ……………… inappropriately shamed royal ………… a pricey disinfect ………… “ you’re a spot on gun Man Sydney!!”………… “ a privilege sir” ……… “ how’s the shoulder?” ……… “ I’ll recover sir “……… “ it’s stopped bleeding “ ……… “ just a flesh wound sir “ ……… “ next week Sydney? ……… “ I hear the Gillie comes highly recommend sir”……… “Ahh, spiffing!! “

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99. July 29

MM ANON………… Peter,Crouch with William ………… 🎼Son in Law🎼…………Facebook , Apple, google …………… 5 friends , Shhhhhh !!!……………… very upset islands………… MM is leaking 🤣🤣………… Refund , Shmeefund.…………Heath-row row!!……… “Why is ones arm in a sling Sydney ??…………… “ I slipped exiting the LR ma’am………” where was Philip ?………… “ sitting in the back ma’am”……” hello old thing, what’ho Sydney “ ……… good afternoon sir”……” Sydney had a hiatus Philip “……… “ O dear, looks sore Sydney “ ……” yes sir”…… “VERY!!”

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100. July 30

MM ANON ( BALMORAL ANON )…… “ who’s this Sydney?” … “ Mr Angiss sir, he’s come to install Netflix “… “ Ahhh, EPIC, what’s your first name?”… “Angus sir “…Ehh !!!, Angus Angiss”…”yes sir “… “ bloody hell, that’s unfortunate “ … “ My mother had a sense of humour sir”… “ bit like me then, what say you Sydney?……………” indubitably sir” …… “ bloody marvellous, The Queen wants to watch Ozark, she loves a bit of the old ultra violence “……… “ right ‘ refreshments Sydney,I’m parched!!”…… “yes sir “

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101. July 31

MM ANON …… Kate being scilly ……… ……… Borix nails down the caughin ………… roving explorer …………… phew! What a scorcher …………… Lions Arm-y…………… climate is a changing …………… ( get well mr, skippy 🌈) ……………beaches,stay away 😱😱………………Peer- pressure ‘ O brother!! …………… tick tick bite!! ……………”doctor, what’s growing on my arm.” …………… Williams conservs film

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AYO YOU GOT A FOURSOME REQUEST HEHE okey soOOO HOW DO YOU THINK DUNCAN AND JIM WOULD REACT TO YOU TRYING TO MAKE THEM JEALOUS FOR SOMETHING DICKISH THEY DID like maybe they flirted with ur guys waitress or sumtin as a joke so you just launch ur self onto michael and you guys just have some grand alone time that night and you both just make them utterly angry and you ignore their attempts to try and kiss you and stuff and it goes on for like a few days until they snap🍓 ILY

(YESSS more angsty angst with the iconic foursome😩😩)

Everything has been great so far. The evening was filled with loving touches and soft gazes. The small diner was filled with happy families, old couples, and young teens. Saturday’s were always popular. You’re so happy that you got to show the guys your childhood diner. Michael sits in the booth beside you with an arm sling around your shoulders as Duncan and Jim sit across from you. You’re happily coloring in a children’s menu with a blue crayon as Michael colors with a red crayon. You laugh at the stupid stick figure and nudge him.

A young waitress comes by with a tray that contained your drinks. When she sets it down, you eagerly drink down your strawberry lemonade. She looks at you with distaste and looks at Duncan and Jim with a bright smile. You look over at Michael with a confused look and he squeezes your shoulder to comfort you, letting you know he saw what happened.

“Are you Duncan Shepherd by any chance?” She asks in a bubbly tone as she blushes.

“Yes,” he nods and offers her a small smile.

“I am such a big fan of your products. I’m actually going to college to create my own apps, and hopefully they sell out enough to help me,” She cheerfully tells him.

“Really? That’s really impressive. A pretty girl like you would do amazing in no time,” he offers her a knee weakening grin.

Your heart drops as she giggles. Duncan doesn’t seem to notice your expression drop. Jim perks up when the waitress turns her attention over to him. He blushes and laughs when she brushes her hand across his shoulder, complimenting his toned arms.

“I surf a lot,” Jim comments with a grin.

You clench your hands into fists under the table. Michael strokes his thumb over the tingling spot on your neck to calm you down. The waitress gasps dramatically and bats her eyelashes.

“Surfing? Wow! No wonder you’re so fit,” she giggles and cocks her hip as she leans against the table. “You should teach me some time.”

Jim clears his throat and smiles bashfully.

“Can we get our food?” Michael snaps, his voice low and containing authority.

The waitress drops the act and looks over at the blonde with wide eyes. She fumbles with her words and nods quickly as she hurried away to the kitchen. Everyone’s quiet now. You color with one hand resting on your cheek as you keep your eyes away from Duncan and Jim. You’re hurt with how they acted with the waitress. Michael has never done that before. He’s always cold and rarely speaks when someone gives him the time of day.

“I like this place. It’s really nice and smile compared to the giant restaurants in the city,” Jim laughs and takes a sip of his Sprite.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

Michael’s thumb continues to stroke the spot on your neck when the food arrives. Duncan and Jim make casual conversation with Michael commenting from time to time. He notices your quiet presence and whispers sweetly in your ear and kisses your cheek, causing you to blush and giggle quietly each time.

When you guys got home that night, you’re tucked away in Michael’s side with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Duncan and Jim trail behind, both men smiling when they hear your quiet giggles.

“We’re gonna go to the bedroom for a little bit,” Michael tells them as he takes your hand and pulls you into the direction of Michael’s bedroom.

Duncan and Jim are eager to follow as you walk inside and place yourself on the bed. You begin to slowly undress as you look at the men. Duncan goes to enter, but he’s stopped by Michael’s arm blocking the doorway.

“What’re you doing?” Duncan questions.

“Y/N requested us to have alone time,” Michael states, looking between both confused men. “Don’t be so jealous, boys.”

The smile on his lips is teasing, and that only adds to Jim’s frustration. They look behind Michael’s shoulder to see you fully nude resting on your stomach with beautifully messy hair, legs swaying in the air as you wait. Michael winks at them and shuts the door, making sure to lock it so there’s no interruptions. Duncan and Jim can hear your happy giggles with Michael’s baritone voice in the mix.

“Don’t worry,” Duncan pats Jim’s shoulder. “We’ll get her tomorrow.”

Except tomorrow never came with them because you wanted Michael again. The day after that, it was Michael. Then Michael again. Michael. Michael. Michael. The entire week, Duncan and Jim had to watch as you lovingly kiss, stroke, and sweet talk the blonde. They felt a burning pit of jealousy form in their chests as they see the happy glint in your eyes every time Michael walked into the room. They don’t remember when you looked at them like that.

The following days, you were petty. Whenever Jim wrapped his arms around you from behind, you’d subtly move away from him and go to the table. When Duncan would lean in close to kiss you, you’d yawn and make up an excuse just to get away. It was like a dance – a cruel dance to fix your heart. You knew it was starting to frustrate him, but you wanted them to understand how hurt you were and that you’re not letting them off easily.

You’re currently on the couch resting on Michael’s lap with your face tucked away in his neck. He’s rubbing up and down your back in a soothing manner. You had trouble sleeping the past few days because of your troubled thoughts. Michael’s been the only one you allow to sleep with you. He’s helped you keep away from the negativity going around. You raise your head from its spot on his shoulder and look into his eyes with your sleepy ones.

“You okay, little dove?” He quietly asks as he gently pushes your hair away.

“Yeah,” you whisper and pucker your lips for a kiss.

Michael laughs and cups your cheek in a ringed hand. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and mold your lips together. The television is set to low volume, but you’re so focused on each other that you don’t hear two pairs of footsteps entering the large living room.

“That’s enough!” Duncan bellows, eyes wide and filled with rage. “No more little games that you’re playing, Y/N.”

You and Michael stare at him with furrowed brows. You remove yourself from his arms and stand with your arms crossed.

“Is there a problem?” You lowly asked and looked between Duncan and Jim with an unfazed expression. “Michael and I were in the middle of something.”

“You’re always in the middle of something. It’s always ‘Michael this’ and ‘Michael that’. What about us?!” Jim angrily shouts.

“I don’t understand,” you shrug.

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N,” Duncan snaps, taking a few steps closer to you with Jim quickly following.

Michael’s quick to stand by your side, but you lightly grab his arm to pull him away. You stare into Duncan’s blazing eyes and then into Jim’s confused angry ones. Your cheeks filled with heat as you tried to keep your tears at bay.

“Do you wanna know what my problem is?” You asked in a wavering voice, completely catching all three men off guard. “Do you understand how embarrassing it was to give that waitress compliments and smiles and winks? You only do that for me! I’ve never witnessed Michael do anything of that matter, and maybe that’s why I’m closer to him than both of you. When I heard you, Duncan, call her a p–pretty girl…” you trailed off as a long tear rolls down your cheek. “I think I died a little inside.”

Duncan sighs quietly and goes to touch your hip, but you shake your head and move away from his reach. He brings his arm back and can’t help the pang in his heart at the rejection.

“And you, Jim,” you look over at the brunette. “You allowed her to touch you and compliment your body. What hurts even more is that you were so close to agreeing with her options if it wasn’t for Michael swooping in at the right time!”

They’re both quiet and looking down at the ground. Michael has a hand on your neck, stroking that one spot to ease your mind. You sniffle and wipe your tears.

“I wanted you to feel what I felt that day. I wanted you to know what it’s like to be forgotten. I wanted you to know what it’s like to not have your lover’s attention and have to witness it being thrown at someone else,” you say quietly. “It doesn’t feel good now, does it?”

“No, no it doesn’t,” Duncan responds just as quietly.

“We’re sorry, Y/N,” Jim tells you, and you see the genuineness in his eyes. “We–We didn’t mean to make you feel like that. It’s in our charm, I guess.”

“Michael’s just as charming, but you don’t see him calling every living thing pretty or allowing them to touch him in front of their lover,” you state, and that gets them to be quiet.

“What can we do?” Duncan whispers as he looks into your eyes, hands itching to grab you and hold you tightly. “How can we make this better?”

“We’ll do anything,” Jim promises, his voice gentle and holding sadness.

You sigh quietly and wrap your arms around yourself. You look up at Michael, and he offers you a nod and a small smile. You bite your bottom lip and shrug.

“There’s nothing more to do,” you respond. “I just want to know where you lie in this relationship.”

Duncan takes a final step forward and cups your cheeks gently in his warm hands. His thumbs wipe the tear streaks away.

“From the bottom of my heart, I will love you to the day I die. There will be no other person besides you, Michael, and Jimmy. I mean that with every bone in my body,” Duncan whispers and presses a soft kiss to your lips that always has you blushing pink.

When you pull away, Jim immediately wraps his arms around you tightly. Your hands rest on his tense back as he buries his face in your neck.

“I need you in my life,” his voice breaks. “You’re the reason why I’m alive. I need you all in my life. Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving you,” you softly say in his ear, one hand curling through his hair. “You just act stupid sometimes. Even Michael.”

They all laugh quietly as Jim pulls away and wipes his tears. He kisses your lips and cheeks gently, never wanting you to be in pain again because of his actions. Michael and Duncan make eye contact and share a nod of approval. There’s always a solution to every problem in your relationship. And you’ll be forever happy that you have these three men in your life.

#more angsty foursome #my heart hurts #but i’m also soft #unngghh i’m so slesp deprived #but this ask makes me better 🥺🥺#happy ending towards the end #🍓 anon #michael x duncan x jim x reader

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