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[just-my-fandom]

Hi! (October Update)

So I know it’s been a while (what, since April?), and I severely apologize for it. I’ve been on a severe writers block, and the stories I am writing they have been sitting in my drafts with no motivation to finish them.

I blame work- which takes up almost all my time now except when I’m alone in my bed at three AM.

I am trying SO HARD to get something published, but with the seasons coming up, work will only get worse.

I’ve included a new fandom(s)! I am now taking requests for Stray Kids and BTS. I have a least 20 random drafts for them, but don’t know if any of y’all would be interested.

Just here to let you guys know I’m not dead🙌 until next time.

[just-my-fandom]

I'm rewatching the flash and like am I demented or is Savitar fucking hot, I feel awful saying this cuz Barry is like pure sunlight buutt mean broken bitchy Barry is 😍

LOLL to say I’m laughing my ass of is an understatement, this is golden.

[just-my-fandom]

Call It (Cisco Ramon x Allen! Reader)

Summary; After Barry speeds to the future to see his sister getting killed by Savitar, team flash has to find a way to prevent this from happening. Cisco grows protective over the reader, deciding to call it quits when enemies come and go too quick for him to count.

Warnings; Yelling, cursing, stabbing, coma, crying, one year time skip, mentions of hate for body image. Reader and Cisco leave the team. Starts with Savitar then cicada comes in. I’m stating for the sake of the story that the years are not right, just an estimate!

Taglist; @livingwrite-andrepeat

A/N; Here it is!! This is a long one (like, 7k worth), and I honestly really posted it for myself since Cisco isn’t super popular anymore, but I’m proud of it. Alternate ending to “You Know I Love You, Right?”

(D/N) means daughters name.

Small timeline change- Caitlin is in this as Caitlin, she is not killer frost.

July, 2017, four months until destruction.

“Hey,”

A hand rests on your bare shoulder. You turn, smiling warmly at Barry Allen’s taller figure, “You look great,”

“Thanks,” Your breath is light, hands running down the front of your sweater-like dress, “Iris helped pick it out,”

Barry then glances over to said woman and the rest of the group, who, too, were dressed up from the event of HR attempting to reopen STAR Labs, “Hey,” He repeats, nodding his head over his shoulder, “I need to show you something,”

“Okay,” You nod back, glancing at your friends grouped together before following your friend at a slow pace, “What is it?”

Barry leads you into a hidden room. A room you recognize that used to be Eobard Thawnes, which worries you as to why he has brought you into the room of your old enemy.

With a click to the button on the single stand, Barry steps back to allow a projector to arise, showing both you and him an article, “Look at this,”

“The Flash vanishes after Crisis,” Your brows pinch as you glance to him, “I don’t understand. What am I looking at?”

“An article. From the future,” Barry starts, eyes flicking back up to the projector, “Look who wrote it,”

Your eyes move to follow his gaze, “Written by Iris West-Allen,” You lift your shoulders, “Okay? You and Iris get married. That’s wonderful, Bar,”

“No,” Barry shakes his head, “You originally wrote this article. Somethings changed,”

“Maybe I quit,” You sigh, reaching up to curl a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’ve been talking to Cait and Cisco about staying home with (Your/Daughter/Name), it’d make sense,”

“That’s not why it changed to Iris,” Barry can see your irritation as he leads on, your figure turning to face him as if urging him to hurry to his conclusion, “When I threw the Philosophers Stone into the Speed Force, I ran to the future,” He pauses to clench his jaw, “You die, Y/N. I-I saw it,”

“Die?” Your breath comes short, in disbelief as you look back to the article, “From what?”

“Savitar. He was holding you and he stabbed you. Right in front of the whole team,” Barry’s hand raises to his hair, tugging at the locks,

“How long?” Your eyes stare at the floor, hearing Barry’s hum of confusion before lifting your eyes to him, “How long until I die?”

“I won’t let that happen,” Barry steps up, hand at your arm as you clench your jaw, “I won’t. I swear on our parents lives, I will protect you,”

Your hands wipe at your eyes, hard, heaving a deep sigh, “We have to tell the others. I can’t stand to be one of the only ones that knows when we can try to stop it but- what if we don’t?”

“We will,” Barry breathes, “I promise, Y/N. I- we will do whatever it takes,”

“I hope you’re right,” You step back, out the hidden door and to the Cortex and to where Cisco instantly questioned your reddened face.

. . .

“So… all this happened while you were in the Speed Force?” Caitlins questions breaks the silence of the cortex. You can see the gears turning in everyone’s heads. Processing it.

You still haven’t.

“When I threw the Stone in, I went four months into the future. That gives us four months to figure out what needs to be changed and how we can stop him,” Barry exhales, looking to you where you leaned against the Control Panel in silence,

“Y/N?” Cisco speaks up, so you raise your eyes to him across the Cortex. “What’s going through your head?”

You lift a hand, waving it in front of your face with a pinch of your brows, “I’m fine. I think,” You bare down on your teeth at a lump that forms in your throat, “I need a second,”

The team watches as you depart from the Cortex in quick steps. Cisco worriedly follows after you while Barry rubs a hand down his face,

“Hey,” Cisco’s hand catches your wrist, twirling you to face him at the same time you cough out a weak breath, “Hey. Look at me,”

Your eyes look up at him on demand. Blurred with tears, you attempt to clear your vision as his hands raise to your face, wiping the tears from your skin, “You’re allowed to be scared. It’s okay,”

“I’m sorry,” Your whisper is harsh, “I don’t want this to happen. I can’t leave her,”

“We’re gonna figure this out,” He reassures, eyes on yours as his thumbs wiped below your eyes, “I promise,”

You nod, eyes shut when he rests his forehead against yours. His hand raises to the back of your head, hearing his best friend call behind him so you pulled away and wiped your face,

“HR thinks if we go back to the place I saw it,” Barry starts, watching you flinch at the mention, “We can find details that may help us change the future,”

“And how’re we supposed to do that?” Cisco asks, tiredly, “Go back into the speed force?”

Barry’s nod is slow, “You might be able to help,”

“I’m gonna go home,” You sigh, raising your hand to your forehead as Cisco turns back to you, “It’s late. It’s a lot, I think I just need sleep, and I need to see (D/N),”

“I’ll let you know what we find,” Cisco murmurs, pecking your lips before staring at you for a mere second, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” Your smile is weak before you teleport from their vision, Cisco exhaling a deep breath before turning to face his brother in law, “Let’s do this.”

September, 2017, two months until destruction.

Cisco steps into a silent apartment. He drops his keys on the counter with a tired sigh, turning to face the inside of his home.

Silent until he hears a loud giggle, one that brings a smile to Ciscos face despite how exhausted he is. He steps towards the hall of his apartment, where the bathroom door was open, light shining out into said hallway.

He leans against the doorway as his eyes settle on you, sitting on your knees beside the tub after having pulled (D/N) from the water, your child wrapped in a towel and leant against you.

“I love you, you know?” Cisco hears you murmur, and Cisco watches his daughter nod against your neck, your lips on her wet hair. She leans back to pat at your face, eyes spotting her father over your shoulder,

“Daddy!”

You glance over your shoulder at her shout, looking up at Cisco as he steps into the bathroom, kneeling down behind you to tickle (D/N)s neck, before leaning over to peck your cheek, softly,

“Anything?” Your eyes meet his, his head shake light as you frown, allowing Cisco to stand and pull (D/N) from your arms, taking your towel wrapped child into her bedroom,

“What pajamas are we thinking tonight, huh?” Your mind drifts as you listen to your husband, reaching over to drain the tub water and push to your feet, silently picking up her dirty clothes to toss in the hamper, “Spider man? I think you should wear the flash. Huh? Like uncle Barry? No?”

Your lips pull at this, moving towards the bedroom opposite of yours as Cisco pulls a Spider-Man shirt over (D/N)s head, then ruffling out her curls on her head,

“Bedtime, mi amor,” Cisco states, pulling the blanket out so (D/N) pouted but dropped onto the bed, “How does pancakes sound in the morning? Hm?”

“You always burn the pancakes, daddy,” (D/N) giggles, eyes looking at you when you sit on the edge of the bed, “Mama can make them!”

“I’ll make them, sure,” You smile, tucking the blanket beneath her chin, “Sleep good, baby. Maybe after breakfast we’ll go visit Papa Joe, hm?”

“Papa Joe!” (D/N) sticks her arms up, before shimmying under the blanket, allowing you to kiss her cheek as Cisco kisses her forehead.

You softly close the door to her bedroom, breath trembling as you exhale, hands at your face.

“Hey, hey,” Ciscos arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you against him, “I know,”

Your sniffle is weak as you press yourself to his chest, lifting your head to look at him so his hands slid to your face, thumbs wiping beneath your eyes,

“I love you, baby,” Cisco whispers, your nod weak as his nose brushes yours, “It’s gonna be okay,”

October, 2017, one month until destruction.

“Okay, what if-,” Cisco paces in front of the control panel, Caitlin seated beside you while Barry stood to the side, “What if Y/N teleports at the second just before she’s stabbed?”

“We’ve already looked into that, Cisco,” Barry states, “The timing would have to be just right. One second too early, and Savitar is chasing her down. One second too late…”

“Well does anybody have any other ideas?” Cisco blurts, “Huh?! We’re running out of time!”

“Cisco-,” “What if it was Iris? Huh?” Cisco cuts, your eyes fluttering shut, “What if you had a daughter who doesn’t know what the hells going on, who doesn’t know that she could potentially lose her mother in less than two months?!”

“Cisco,” You raise to your feet, Cisco shaking his head with a deep sigh, hands in his hair as you step up to him, grasping his wrists, “Baby, look at me,”

Ciscos pinched eyes open to stare at you, a tear slipping down his cheek, “We have to think of something. We have to,”

“And we’re going to,” You whisper, hands now at his face to wipe under his eyes, “I’m going to be okay. We’re going to figure this out, and we’ll both be there to watch our baby grow up,”

Cisco sniffles, roughly, eyes shutting again so your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him forward so his own arms loop at your back, holding you firm against his chest. His nose ducks into your shoulder, hiccuping against the fabric of your sweater.

“I love you,” He whispers, Caitlin’s lips pressing together tearfully at the interaction, “I can’t lose you,”

“We’re gonna figure it out,” You lean back, Ciscos hands sliding to hold your waist as his eyes flicker across your face, “Let’s go get some water, come back, and restart. Okay?”

November 2017, the day before destruction.

Your hands tremble. Sitting at the control panel, your eyes stare at the blank screen. It’s only twenty four hours away. No plan has come up.

Your exhale is sharp, hands raising to your face to notice your fingers are ice cold, frozen with terror. “Hey,” Caitlin’s hand at your shoulder startles you so hard your body jerks, head turning to look up at your best friend in fear.

Her brows pinch, worriedly, kneeling down by your chair as your hiccup comes choked, head shaking as you raise your hands back to your face, “Hey. Y/N, breathe, honey,”

“I-I can’t,” Your exhale releases a sob, the tears hot on your cheeks as you gasp, “I’m so scared. I don’t want to leave her. I don’t want to leave them,”

“We’re going to figure it out,”

“When?!” You don’t mean to shout, guilt on your face as you glare down at where she knelt, “It’s going to happen in twenty four hours, Caitlin! I should be home with my daughter right now, but instead I’m freaking out because I’m going to die- and we can’t stop it,”

“Breathe,” Caitlin soothes, your back leaning into your chair as you tilt your head back, coughing up a sob that hurts your chest.

“I’m so scared, Cait,” You whisper, your best friend shifting to sit in the chair beside you, “She’s not even two yet. I won’t get to watch her go to kindergarten. I won’t get to watch her graduate,”

You sigh against your hands, sniffing, “And Cisco…I can’t leave him to raise her alone,”

“I want to promise that we’ll figure something out,” Caitlin starts, “But we both know that a promise like this is something we can’t keep,”

“I know,” You murmur, rubbing your temple. “I don’t know what to do,”

“Ciscos worried about you, honey,” Caitlin speaks, reaching to squeeze your hand, “And he’s scared, too,”

You nod, allowing another tear to slide down your jaw. You shift to stand, wiping your hand under your eye, “I’m gonna go try to find him,”

Ciscos easy to find- cooped up in his lab when not in the Cortex. The smile you give him is weak, the redness in your eyes evident when he turns to you,

“You busy?” You murmur, him shaking his head as he sets down the tool in his hand, arm already reaching around your shoulders,

“Never too busy for you,” He allows you to press yourself against him, head tucking under his chin as he exhales slowly, “You okay?”

“As okay as I can be,” You sigh, eyes falling shut as you let the man just embrace you. God knows its possibly one of the last times, “Just tired. Thinking too much,”

Cisco hums, lips pressing to your hair, “Yeah,” He sighs, cheek turning to rest on your head, “Me too,”

You inhale, lifting your head to flicker your eyes across his face, “Are we gonna be okay?”

Ciscos hands slide to cup your face, nose brushing yours. “We’re gonna be okay,” He nods, eyes glossy. He nods, lips pressing between your brows with a deep sigh, “We’re okay,”

Late November, 2017, the day of destruction.

Time falls still. Team Flash all stand frozen in terror. It happened. It really happened.

Savitar won. All those months trying to change the future was a fail. He knew it.

Cisco’s shout is what drags Barry to speed up and catch your near falling figure. Blood already stained your jacket, body limp against his suited form as he panicked for his best friend.

His sister.

“Y/N!” Cisco’s terrified cry gets closer as his footsteps skid, dropping down at your other side to pull you from Barry’s grasp, “Hey! Hey, baby!”

Tearing his goggles from his face, Cisco’s eyes brim red as his gloved hand held your face to look up at him, your own eyes hazy from exhaustion, but wide in terror.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Cisco’s thumb brushes over the skin, eyes flicking back and forth across your face, “Stay awake for me, okay? Can you- can you stay awake?”

“Cisco-?” Your lips part in a wheezed breath, lifting your head in an attempt to look at the damage, but Ciscos hand tightens at your jaw, shaking his head as he sniffles.

“No, no. Look at me. Look at me,” His pleas are weak, free hand pressed to the wound so you hiss, “You’re okay, baby. You’re gonna be okay,”

Your head shakes, barely, blinking away the black spots but only causing more. “It hurts,” Your eyes flick to Barry, eyes then pinching shut in pain.

“Get her to the lab,” Caitlin’s sudden figure behind Barry is rushed, and Barry barely processes her demand, “Now, Barry!”

. . .

An hour later, the team of five all stand throughout the Cortex. While Iris watched Barry pace, HR stood close to Caitlin’s lab door, all while Cisco sat in his desk chair, Joe beside him.

Ciscos eyes stare at the blood on his hands. Yours. With a trembling breath, Cisco finally looks up upon hearing Caitlin’s footsteps, as does the rest of the team to see the relief on her face.

“She’s going to make it,”

Ciscos exhale is sharp, head falling forward in his hands as Joe grasped his shoulder, Ciscos fingers clutching at his hair. He stands up, Caitlin nodding her head to lead him into the lab, where they find you, out and still covered in blood.

“We’re going to have to keep an eye on her for the next couple of days,” Caitlin’s hushed voice speaks, Cisco sinking down in the chair by the bed to grasp your hand, “Her heart rate seems stable, the blade went through both her back and her chest…”

Cisco nods, swallowing thickly as he rests his forehead to your hand, eyes shutting, tiredly.

“Do you want me to go get her some new clothes?” Barry speaks this time, voice hoarse, “And sheets?”

Cisco opens his eyes to see the white sheets of the bed have been stained red. Along with her clothes, and almost every inch of her skin.

“No, I can go,” He musters, sitting up, “Felicitys at the apartment with (D/N), I think I’m gonna bring her here and we’ll stay for a night or two,”

“Okay,” Iris breathes, nodding, “But let one of us drive you, please,”

. . .

At the apartment, Felicity instantly stands upon the arrival of both Cisco and Barry. “Please tell me she’s okay,” Felicity begs, Cisco silently walking by her to enter your daughters room. Felicity looks at Barry, eyes wide, “Is she okay?”

“She’s alive,” Barry nods, Felicity immediately exhaling, “We’re gonna have to keep an eye on her for a while. But she’s alive,”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Felicity nods, shortly, turning when Cisco shushes (D/N) softly, him now holding the whining child who curled back into him and almost instantly fell back asleep,

“Can you grab Y/N some clothes?” Cisco asks, exhaustedly, “Third drawer and left side of the closet. I’m gonna pack (D/N) a bag,”

“Are you sure?” Felicity asks, “I can stay here with her while you’re at the labs,”

“I want us all together, thanks,” Cisco smiles, weakly, “I need to be with her. Felicity-,”

“You don’t have to explain,” Felicity nods, a third time, “I understand. Let me take her and you pack her a bag, okay?”

December 1st, 2017. The day after destruction.

Cisco finally finds himself dozing off.

Seated next to your bed, his arm rests at the edge, the resting down while his gaze kept towards the corner of the lab, where your daughters playpen sat, allowing her to comfortably sleep.

But he feels a pull. He thinks it’s his own hand muscle spasm, but when his fingers are tugged at a second time, his head shoots up so fast he feels dizzy, eyes instantly looking up to your face.

Your brows pinch, before your eyes flutter, lips parting to inhale. “Hey,” Cisco sits up, fingers tightening on your hand as his free reaches up, curling hair out of your face. “Hey, baby,”

“What happened?” Voice hoarse, you tilt your head down to look at the patch at your chest and shoulder, wincing at the pain your movement caused.

“Savitar,” Cisco murmurs, eyes flicking to his phone momentarily to send Caitlin a quick “she’s up!” “But you’re okay. We did it,”

“(D/N)?” Your head tilts in the opposite direction of your husband, Ciscos eyes following yours towards the resting toddler.

“She’s okay. We’re all okay,”

“Everything hurts,” You whimper, free hand rubbing at the patch, “My back. My chest. It hurts to breathe,”

“I know. I know,” Cisco stands up, reaching for the pain killers Caitlin ordered him to give you when you’ve awaken. He sinks down to sit at your legs, hand at your thigh as you take the cup of water he hands you to down the medicine. “Caits on her way to check your vitals to make sure everything’s stable. She’s taking good care of you,”

You nod, slightly, looking over when your daughter shifts in her playpen, whining as she sat up and spotted you, instantly standing to grasp the edge of the pen and reach up with a hand.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Cisco lightly jokes, leaving your side to move up to the playpen, lifting up the two year old before he moves back to you, setting down the toddler so she crawled up to you, giggling as you pull her into your lap,

“Easy, bug,” Cisco warns, glancing over just as Caitlin, along with Barry, Joe, and Iris entered the lab, all faces relieved to see you up.

“How long have you been up?” Caitlin asks, moving to the monitor beside you before checking your blood pressure, all while smiling at (D/N) leaning against your chest.

“Not even ten minutes,” You murmur, rubbing (D/N)s back, “How am I alive? All the outcomes from Savitar I died,”

“You had the best doctor in Central City taking care of you,” Joe smiles to Caitlin, who nods in thanks, your own eyes flicking to her with a smile.

“Thank you, Cait,” Your smile instantly vanishes with a loud hiss when (D/N) accidentally nudges your patched wound, Cisco immediately pulling (D/N) up by her underarms to pick her up,

“Okay, we gotta be easy with mama, babes,” Cisco reminds, shifting the now whining child to hold her better.

“I’ll be okay,” You press a hand to Ciscos torso, curling your fingers into his shirt, letting his eyes flick to your face.

Cisco nods, glancing down when (D/N) drops her head onto his shoulder. “I can take her,” Barry speaks, hands extended so (D/N) sat up and leaned towards her uncle, Cisco muttering his thanks as he moves back next to you.

“I’ll say you need to stay on bed rest for maybe about four more days before you can get up and move around,” Caitlin scans her monitor, then smiles, “Healing completely will take about four to six months, though. But you’ll be good as new,”

“Thanks, Caitlin,” You repeat, “Do I have to stay here or will I be able to go home?”

“I want to keep you here for a day or two to monitor your wound in case it opens again. But after that you’ll be free,” Caitlin jokes, your laugh heaved so you wince.

“This will most likely make you drowsy again,” Caitlin informs, as she sticks a needle in your arm, “But rest is what you need,”

“Barry and I can take (D/N) for tonight,” Iris speaks, Cisco glancing back at her, “You two need some peace and quiet while Y/N heals. Don’t worry,”

“Thanks, Iris,” You smile, the team slowly bidding their goodbyes as Cisco stands up to stretch, your eyes watching as your husband looked over the monitor himself, bottom lip between his teeth.

“Hey,” You reach out to take his hand closest to you, letting him turn his wrist to grasp your fingers as he glances at you, “Have you slept?”

“No, uh,” Cisco sighs, forcing himself away from the monitor to face you, completely, “I couldn’t bring myself to,”

You give his hand a small tug, Cisco forcing himself to sit at the empty space beside you, hand now at your thigh as he sighs.

“I want to call it,”

His eyes look up at you. Your brows are pinched, sitting up further so he could feel your breath and vice versa, “Wait, what?”

“I…” Cisco shakes his head, glancing to the side with a thick swallow, “I want to call it. I- we almost lost you tonight, Y/N,”

“But that doesn’t mean we should make an immediate decision to leave the team,”

“We made a deal when we got married- when we found out you were pregnant, that if something major happened that put either of our lives or our daughters, in danger,” Cisco pauses to intake a breath, “That we’d both agree to drop the superhero life and step back,”

“You love being on this team, Cisco,” You take his hand at your thigh, staring at him, worriedly, “I love being on this team. Shouldn’t we think about this after I’ve finished recovering?”

“Your safety is more important,” Cisco heaves, hands releasing yours to cup your face, “I’m not going to stay here if that just chances that (D/N) could loose her mom again,”

Your eyes find themselves flicking wildly between his, hands at his wrists, “You haven’t slept,” You murmur, “You’re scared after what happened. Just… please try to sleep and we can talk about this more later,”

Ciscos eyes drop shut. With a short exhale, he nods, pulling you forward so your lips press against his, searching for comfort he knows you both need. “Okay. Scoot over,”

March, 2019. Two years after destruction.

“Don’t you hate it?”

Cisco hums, peering sideways from the bathroom door to where you stood at the mirror in your bedroom, shorts and lace bra the only thing covering your figure,

Your eyes are casted downwards, hand hovering over the large scar that dragged from the top of your right shoulder, to the middle of your right breast. “The scar,” You murmur, fingers finally brushing the raised skin with a sigh. “Don’t you hate how it looks?”

“I hate how you got it,” Cisco states, now behind you where he ignores the matching scar on your back, hands at your waist with a light squeeze, “But you look beautiful as always, with or without it,”

Your eyes roll, back leaning against his chest so his arms fully wrap at your front, chin on your shoulder, “You’re only saying that because I’m your wife,”

“I’m saying that because I love you,” Cisco turns his head to press a kiss to your cheek, which you lean into, “Maybe you can get…a badass tattoo over it or something,”

You snort, raising the back of your hand to lightly smack his cheek, “In your dreams,”

May 14th, 2019. Two years after destruction.

“He took Cisco,”

“What do you mean he took him?” Your figure leans against the Cortex desk. Fingers grasping the countertop, you ignore the white numbness of your knuckles as your eyes flicked between screens,

“I don’t know, they went through a breach when I got here,”

“Cisco?” You call out, nearly holding your breath as you listened for your husbands response, “Baby, can you hear me?”

“I hear you!” Ciscos call back is muffled. “My breach frizzed out and threw us in a forest somewhere,”

“What kind of trees are there?” Sherloque asks, stepping next to you as you pinch your brows to him, “Ask him,”

“What?” You flick your eyes to the screen, eyes steady on Ciscos heart rate, “Cisco, what kind of trees are around you?”

“I don’t know!” You hear Cisco grunt, dodging most likely, “Pine trees? Some of them have pointy leaves,”

“Ash trees,” Sherloque hums, leaning forward, “Now, Fransico, I need you to hold your breath, let me listen,”

A pause. Crickets sound, Sherloque clicking his tongue, “Kolin Woods,”

“Are you sure?” Barry asks through, Sherloque humming, “I’m on my way,”

On time, Cisco yells out in pain through his mic that makes you sit down in the seat behind you, “Baby, you’ve got to run,”

“I can’t,” Cisco heaves, your hand over your jaw as your knee bounced, “He got me in the back of the shoulder-,”

Silence. Your watering eyes stare at the still monitor of his heart beat, sitting up so quick your mind spins, “Cisco?”

Nothing. “Cisco,” You demand, attempting to turn the volume of his ear piece up, “Baby, please. Barry what’s going on?!”

“He’s gone,”

Iris can see you nearly fall out of your chair. Her hand reaches to grasp your arm, sliding in her chair closer beside you. “He’s not here, he-,”

The silence they keep giving you feels deadly. A heavy sigh of relief, “He’s alive,”

Your chest caves as your hands cover your face, body slouching beside Iris as she exhales, relieved. “Both of you come back. Now,”

You don’t move from your chair until you hear their footsteps behind you. Barry held Ciscos arm around his shoulders, while Ciscos free hand pressed to his injury, face scrunched.

“Oh, my god,” You push from your chair, Barry releasing Cisco quick enough to let Cisco throw his free arm around your shoulders, lips to your hair as you pressed yourself against him.

Your hands reach up to his face, sniffling as he whispered reassuringly to you. “I’m okay,” His thumb brushes a free fallen tear from your jaw. “I’m okay,”

You nod, taking his arm to lead him into Caitlin’s lab, sitting beside him as Caitlin got to work.

. . .

“Hey,” Your eyes raise to your husband. Your vision is blurry- exhausted- as you stared at his arm in the sling, Caitlin’s order until his shoulder healed. “What’re you thinking about?”

You lift your head, nose stuffy as you inhale, “I think you were right,” You murmur, Ciscos brows pinching, “About calling it,”

His brows relax at this. He knew the minute something happened to him, you’d instantly change your mind.

“Hey,” Cisco repeats, extending his free hand- bandaged from Cicada first attack- waiting for you to rise from the chair and take it before gently tugging you to stand in front of him, “Is this what you really want?”

“I don’t know,” You exhale, lifting your chin to stare at the ceiling, “Maybe it’s the adrenaline of the fact that I thought you were dead-,”

“But I’m not,” Cisco soothes, “This is just Savitar all over again, I’m okay-,”

“We had a warning for mine, Cisco!” You hiccup, glancing over when realizing your voice had grown in volume. Looking back at him, Ciscos eyes flick between yours, worriedly, “We had a warning for me, not for you. I saw your heart beat stop on the monitor and I thought you died,”

“But I didn’t,” Ciscos hand slides to your jaw, “I’m here, and I’m breathing. We both are, baby,”

“I know,” You copy his action, swallowing, “I just don’t want this to be a scare again, it’s not healthy for a baby the team doesn’t know about,”

Ciscos eyes soften, tugging on your wrist with a soft c’mere before he lets you sit next to him, his free arm sliding to your shoulders to pull you against his side. “Do you really want this?”

“You’re the one who wanted it first,” You remind, hearing him exhale through his nose.

“I want this,” He murmurs, thumb pressing to your shoulder blade comfortingly, “I want you. You, and (D/N), and the baby safe, and that can’t happen if we stay,”

You nod, tilting your head back to look up at him, “Let’s take care of Cicada, at least,” Cisco nods, lips to your forehead before moving to your own lips.

May 26th, 2019. Two years after destruction.

“We have something we want to talk to you guys about,”

The team all look up from their spots spread across the Cortex. They train their attention on the couple sitting at the desk, Cisco distractingly staring at the computer screen while you were already looking at them.

“Okay,” Iris speaks first, hesitantly, “What is it?”

“Uh, well, two things,” Your eyebrows flick when Cisco looks at you, “Good news or bad news first?”

“There’s bad news?” Sherloque huffs, “Might as well say both at once, then,”

Cisco is the one who raises his brows this time. You shrug a shoulder, Barry’s brows pinching at your silent communication,

“Okay,” You exhale, shifting in your seat, “We’re leaving Team Flash,”

“Y/Ns pregnant,”

Six pairs of eyes all blink at you. You grimace, sighing as you stand up. “Im pregnant. Which is one of the reasons why we’ve decided,” You wipe your hands nervously on your sundress, “To leave the team,”

“I don’t know whether to hug you or cry,” Caitlin moves up first, your smile light as she embraces you, Cisco moving to stand, “When?”

“We’re officially stepping back in two weeks,” Cisco states, eyes shifting to your brother who had crossed his arms, “We’re moving in three months,”

“Wha- moving?” Your brothers eyes instantly look at you, “Leaving the team I understand, but you’re moving?”

“Central City isn’t safe, Barry,” You remind, brows pinched, “We’re going to have two kids under the age of three. We won’t be part of Team Flash anymore but we’re still a risk of danger. Leaving Central City is the best decision for them,”

“We’ll-we’ll protect you,” Your brother stammers, your shoulders deflating. After your parents death, you knew he felt as if he was losing you, too, “You don’t have to leave the city altogether,”

“As much faith I have in you guys, I just don’t want to chance it,” You breathe, “We’re doing this to protect these kids. Just support us on it, Bar,”

Your brother exhales, looking towards the rest of the team, “Have you told Joe?”

“Joes the one we talked to about the decision,” Cisco speaks, as you shift in your heels before settling on sitting back down in your chair, “So he’s known, for a while,”

“And you decide to tell us two weeks in advance,” Barry nods, Iris crossing her arms as her brows pinch towards her husband, “Thanks for the short notice. Got it,”

“Barry,” Iris hisses, the man speeding off so your hair blows in your face, your eyes shutting as you tuck the strands back behind your ear, “Y/N-,”

“I know, he’s just upset,” You sigh, twisting in your chair, “I knew we should’ve told him sooner,”

Ciscos hand presses to your shoulder, rubbing the area with a frown as he looks up to his team.

July 2019, two years after destruction.

“I think that’s the last of it,” Cisco hears your heaved huff from the living room, stepping around the corner to see you taping a box shut, standing with your hands on your hips,

“Besides (D/N) going to war with herself over which toys she wants to keep,” Cisco snorts, thumb jabbing over his shoulder where you hear your daughter talking to herself, then clanking of her toys,

“I don’t see why we can’t just let her keep them all,” You shrug, Ciscos eyebrows raising as his head shakes, hands on your hips,

“I’m not letting our daughter become a hoarder,” He states, “Besides, once Dante comes, that’ll be two times the toys,”

“I’m so glad this one’s a boy,” You sigh, breathlessly, head tilting up to look at your husband, “One girl, one boy. All I wanted,”

Cisco smiles, nose brushing yours, “Thank you for letting me name him after my brother,”

“You let me choose (D/N),” You smile back, “Only fair with the next one,”

Ciscos hands press to your stomach, lips brushing yours before a loud crash comes from your daughters room, Cisco jerking back to glance over his shoulder, where (D/N) now stood at the kitchens entrance, holding her toy Harry Potter wand now snapped in two,

Your daughters pout matches her tearful eyes, Cisco copying her pout as he moves up to her, lifting her so she sniffles and holds up the broken wand, “Daddy…”

“That’s okay,” Cisco murmurs, “We’ll use our magic glue to put it back together, it’ll make sure the wand doesn’t loose its magic, hm?”

(D/N) nods, fist rubbing her eye as you smile, taking the broken pieces before digging in an open box, thankful to find the super glue pretty easy. After putting the wand together and blowing the glue dry, you hand it back, causing her to giggle and wave it around.

“Have you figured out what toys you’re keeping, amor?” Cisco brushes her hair from her face, her hesitation causing you to laugh,

“I’ll take that as an shes keeping them all,” Cisco gives you a look, but rolls his eyes and smiles.

November 2020. three years after destruction.

“Hey guys!” Cecile’s smile when she opens the door is bright, opening it wider so you could step in, her hands out in a gimmie motion for the toddler in your arms,

“Your favorite has arrived,” You smile as Barry walks up, embracing you before turning to (D/N) at your leg, hands open so she reaches up and lets him pick her up,

“I think theyre more excited to see the kids rather than us,” Cisco speaks, setting down the large bag of presents he held behind the couch, laughing when Joe shakes his head and embraces you so tight you stutter on your breath,

“I’m excited to see you,” Joe states, you peeking your head out from his arm with a muffled “I can tell”, “We’ve missed you guys,”

“I’ve missed this little guy,” Cecile kisses Dante’s cheek so the near one year old giggles, your smile light as you watch your step-mother love on her grandson, “He’s gotten so big already!”

“(D/N)s starting to look too much like Cisco,” Iris hums, twirling a curl on (D/N)s cheek as Cisco fakes offense, accepting a small glass of wine from Caitlin,

“How’s Star City?” Wally asks you, as you settle on the couch while Cecile sits in the recliner, beginning to bounce Dante on her lap,

“It’s good,” You breathe, “Cisco and I both started our jobs, Felicity is loving being the babysitter,”

“How long are you guys staying for the holidays?”

“Uh, we’re hoping for a week,” You glance at Joe, “If that’s okay with you,”

“Stay as long as you need,” Joe raises his glass, gesturing to your two children, “As long as I get to spend time with my grandkids,”

“Oh, definitely,” Cisco slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, “I know my parents want us to visit with them but the rest of the week- they’re yours,”

Joes lips part to say something, but the door knocks, your eyes scanning the group wondering just who could be missing-

“Sorry we’re late, guys!” A male calls, you looking over your shoulder to see a tall man with glasses next to a Latina girl, both holding presents, “We have gifts!”

“Oh, Y/N, Cisco, this is Chester and Allegra,” Caitlin gestures, Allegra smiling as she rounds the couch,

“I heard a lot about you,” Allegra speaks, raising a box, “And your kids. I hope it’s okay I bought your daughter something,”

“Yeah, that’s okay,” You smile, watching her kneel in front of your daughter to hand her the box, eyes then shifting to Chester,

“Y/N Allen, right?”

“Born an Allen, yes,” You cackle, “But legally I’m a Ramon,”

“You’re the one who miraculously survived a stab to the chest. You’re awesome!”

The air falls tense, quick, Ciscos hand tightening on your shoulder as you send a weak smile, “Thanks. It wouldn’t have ended the way it did if it wasn’t thanks to Caitlin,”

“How’d you know Savitar was the one who did it? No one could see him but Barry!”

“O-kay!” Joe cuts it, noticing Ciscos irritated stare, “Let’s open gifts, hm?”

Shoving the ball of wrapping paper into a trash bag, you huff as you tie the bag shut. “I didn’t make you uncomfortable back there, did I?” You look up at Chesters entrance, smile light as you shake your head,

“No, no. It’s just, um, that whole thing was a really emotional experience,”

“How so? Besides, uh, worrying about surviving,” Chester closes his eyes, brows pinched, before reopening them,

“Uh, Barry-,” You pause, “Do you know?”

“About Barry being the Flash? Yeah!” Chester laughs, “Allegra and I, we’re part of Team Flash,”

You smile, quickly dropping it, “Barry went back in time by accident, and saw the whole thing revolving Savitar and I. Yeah we had a heads up, but originally I wasn’t supposed to make it,”

Chester frowns as you sigh. “It was six painful months of waiting. Cisco and I, we were both terrified. My daughter was only maybe two at the time, and I was so scared of leaving her,” You lift a shoulder, setting the trash bag to the side, “It was a miracle Caitlin was able to save me. Here I am three years later, with now two kids and almost completely healed,”

“I’m sorry I asked,”

“No, really, it’s okay,” You laugh, moving to walk around him, “It feels good talking about it again. It was a lot, still is, but I’m healing,”

Chester smiles, nodding, looking down at his phone which beeps, along with five other phones across the house.

“Dammit,” Barry mutters, glancing at Iris who already stands, “Meta attack downtown,”

“Aw yeah!” Chuck grins, “I’m in,”

“One holiday,” You roll your eyes, dropping back beside Cisco before picking up Jenna from her rocker, “One holiday without a meta ruining it, is all I ask,”

“You guys go ahead, we’ll stay here,” Joe insists, nodding to Cecile who had her own fun holding your son,

“We’ll be back!” Chester grins, winking, “In a Flash,”

“Don’t say that,” Barry whines, “Because every time you do, we end up being stuck out there for hours,”

“I was trying to make a joke. Take the joke!”

“In case that happens,” Allegra smiles, waving,

“Happy holidays, everyone,”

[just-my-fandom]

You Know I Love You, Right? (Cisco Ramon x Allen! Reader)

Eventual (Cisco Ramon x Kamilla)

Man I’ve been trying to get this posted since damn March of last year. This writers block ain’t no joke. Hope you enjoy this angsty shit with lots of tears.

Summary; After accidentally running to the future, Barry watches as Savitar kills his sister. Given months in advance, Barry and the team try to stop this supposed murder. When all else fails, Cisco is left to raise a child alone, years later finding someone who was willing to love both of them. In the process, his ex-wives doppelgänger shows up to help on a mission, bringing Cisco back to what it was like before she died, only to witness it all over again.

Pairings; Cisco Ramon x Wife! Reader , Barry Allen x Sister! Reader, Joe West x Daughter figure! Reader, Iris West x Friend! Reader, Caitlin Snow x Best Friend! Reader, Future Kamilla Wang x Cisco Ramon, Baby Ramon included.

Warnings; Death, blood, cursing, panic attack, crying, child with no mother, reader can teleport and child inherits her powers.

Word Count: 6K😳 my longest one chapter fic. THERE WILL BE AN ALTERNATE ENDING REPOST.

Translations;

“Que clase de flor es esa?” - “What kind of flower is that?”

“Girasol,” -“Sunflower,”

“Ser buena para Papa Joe,” - “Be good for Papa Joe,”

July, 2017, four months until destruction.

“Hey,”

A hand rests on your bare shoulder. You turn, smiling warmly at Barry Allen’s taller figure, “You look great,”

“Thanks,” Your breath is light, hands running down the front of your sweater-like dress, “Iris helped pick it out,”

Barry then glances over to said woman and the rest of the group, who, too, were dressed up from the event of HR attempting to reopen STAR Labs, “Hey,” He repeats, nodding his head over his shoulder, “I need to show you something,”

“Okay,” You nod back, glancing at your friends grouped together before following your friend at a slow pace, “What is it?”

Barry leads you into a hidden room. A room you recognize that used to be Eobard Thawnes, which worries you as to why he has brought you into the room of your old enemy.

With a click to the button on the single stand, Barry steps back to allow a projector to arise, showing both you and him an article, “Look at this,”

“The Flash vanishes after Crisis,” Your brows pinch as you glance to him, “I don’t understand. What am I looking at?”

“An article. From the future,” Barry starts, eyes flicking back up to the projector, “Look who wrote it,”

Your eyes move to follow his gaze, “Written by Iris West-Allen,” You lift your shoulders, “Okay? You and Iris get married. That’s wonderful, Bar,”

“No,” Barry shakes his head, “You originally wrote this article. Somethings changed,”

“Maybe I quit,” You sigh, reaching up to curl a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’ve been talking to Cait and Cisco about staying home with (Your/Daughter/Name), it’d make sense,”

“That’s not why it changed to Iris,” Barry can see your irritation as he leads on, your figure turning to face him as if urging him to hurry to his conclusion, “When I threw the Philosophers Stone into the Speed Force, I ran to the future,” He pauses to clench his jaw, “You die, Y/N. I-I saw it,”

“Die?” Your breath comes short, in disbelief as you look back to the article, “From what?”

“Savitar. He was holding you and he stabbed you. Right in front of the whole team,” Barry’s hand raises to his hair, tugging at the locks,

“How long?” Your eyes stare at the floor, hearing Barry’s hum of confusion before lifting your eyes to him, “How long until I die?”

“I won’t let that happen,” Barry steps up, hand at your arm as you clench your jaw, tears glossing your eyes, “I won’t. I swear on our parents lives, I will protect you,”

Your hands wipe at your eyes, hard, “We have to tell the others. I can’t stand to be one of the only ones that knows when we can try to stop it but- what if we don’t?”

“We will,” Barry breathes, “I promise, Y/N. I- we will do whatever it takes,”

“I hope you’re right,” You step back, out the hidden door and to the Cortex and to where Cisco instantly questioned your reddened face.

. . .

“So… all this happened while you were in the Speed Force?” Caitlins questions breaks the silence of the cortex. You can see the gears turning in everyone’s heads. Processing it.

You still haven’t.

“When I threw the Stone in, I went four months into the future. That gives us four months to figure out what needs to be changed and how we can stop him,” Barry exhales, looking to you where you leaned against the Control Panel in silence,

“Y/N?” Cisco speaks up, so you raise your eyes to him across the Cortex. “What’s going through your head?”

You lift a hand, waving it in front of your face with a pinch of your brows, “I’m fine. I think,” You bare down on your teeth at a lump that forms in your throat, “I need a second,”

The team watches as you depart from the Cortex in quick steps. Cisco worriedly follows after you while Barry rubs a hand down his face,

“Hey,” Cisco’s hand catches your wrist, twirling you to face him at the same time you cough out a weak breath, “Hey. Look at me,”

Your eyes look up at him on demand. Blurred with tears, you attempt to clear your vision as his hands raise to your face, wiping the tears from your skin, “You’re allowed to be scared. It’s okay,”

“I’m sorry,” Your whisper is harsh, hiccuping, “I don’t want this to happen. I can’t leave her,”

“We’re gonna figure this out,” He reassures, eyes on yours as his thumbs wiped below your eyes, “I promise,”

You nod, eyes shut when he rests his forehead against yours. His hand raises to the back of your head, hearing his best friend call behind him so you pulled away and wiped your face,

“HR thinks if we go back to the place I saw it,” Barry starts, watching you flinch at the mention, “We can find details that may help us change the future,”

“And how’re we supposed to do that?” Cisco asks, tiredly, “Go back into the speed force?”

Barry’s nod is slow, “You might be able to help,”

“I’m gonna go home,” You sigh, raising your hand to your forehead as Cisco turns back to you, “It’s late. It’s a lot, I think I just need sleep, and I need to see (D/N),”

“I’ll let you know what we find,” Cisco murmurs, pecking your lips before staring at you for a mere second, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” Your smile is weak before you teleport from their vision, Cisco exhaling a deep breath before turning to face his brother in law, “Let’s do this.”

September, 2017, two months until destruction.

Cisco steps into a silent apartment. He drops his keys on the counter with a tired sigh, turning to face the inside of his home.

He sees you sitting in silence. One lamp is on, while you sit on the kitchen counter, hot mug in hand.

He sees the tremble in your hands. As quick as you sip the tea, you set it down, Cisco by now having reached you and stood between your legs,

“Hi,” Your whisper is tired, exhausted, shaking fingers sliding to his sides as his own hold your face, pressing one, two slow kisses to your lips, holding you against him, “Anything?”

Ciscos head shakes weakly. He leans back to look at you, eyes glossy as they searched your face.

Your eyes flicker up to the ceiling upon the rise of tears, exhaling so Ciscos arms slid to hold your waist, gently tugging you towards the edge of the counter, “C’mon,” His murmur is soft, your eyes immediately looking to his face, “Let’s go to bed,”

“Just stay,” Your whisper back is just as quiet, eyes meeting his as he pauses, your hands at his shoulders, “For a second. Please,”

Ciscos nod is short, fully embracing you as your arms tighten around his shoulders and neck, foreheads meeting as your eyes shut. Ciscos thumbs brush your hips beneath your shirt, tilting his head up just enough to press his lips between your brows,

“You know I love you, right?”

“I know,” Your fingers curl in his hair, opening your eyes as he looks down at you, “I love you, too. So, so much, Cisco,”

Cisco ducks down to press a long kiss to your lips, hand holding your chin in place before he pulls back, slowly, lifting you enough to set your feet on the ground, leading you to your shared bedroom, mindful of the toddler sleeping across the hall.

October, 2017, one month until destruction.

“Here’s what I quite don’t understand,”

HRs sudden voice drags everyone’s attention to him. The man stands with a hand to his chin, before he directs it to point to you, “Of all outcomes we have seen, Miss Ramon doesn’t use her powers of- what is it- teleportation, in any of them. Why’s that?”

“The downside to my powers is my emotions effect how I use them,” You explain, quietly, “If I’m stressed or scared, I can’t use them at all. If I’m sad, even really really happy, they glitch and I can teleport anywhere,”

“When I proposed, she teleported to Canada,” Cisco lightens, your smile light as you look at him.

“I have to really be able to focus on my powers for them to work properly. It’s why I almost never use them. This whole thing with Savitar, I’m so stressed I can’t use my powers even if I tried,”

HR nods, eyes drifting in thought. Then what was the purpose of your powers?

He’s realized, there was none.

November, 2017, one week until destruction.

You stand in silence. Your daughter lies curled against your shoulder, dark hair sprawled over her forehead and thumb barely hanging from her mouth.

“Baby,” Ciscos murmur is quiet, your eyes opening to see him now in front of you, one hand at your arm while the other curls (D/N)s hair from her shut eyes,

“You’ve been standing here for a while. You want me to take her?” Cisco extends his hands, questioningly, your eyes fluttering with tears as you shake your head, hand raising to cradle your daughters head.

“I’m so scared, Cisco,” You move your hand to cover your mouth, muffling your violent sniffle, “I don’t want her growing up without a mom. I won’t get to watch her grow up,”

“Hey,” Ciscos eyes are glossy as he steps up, arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you against his chest, mindful of your child in the middle. His hand slides into your hair, sighing against your forehead, “We’re going to figure everything out, baby,”

You move to the side to lay your child in her crib, twisting to press yourself back into Ciscos front so his arms tightly wound around you, nose in your neck in search for his own comfort.

November 2017, the day before destruction.

You find yourself wide awake. Eyes staring up at the ceiling, you listen to the slight shuffle of Cisco closing your daughters bedroom door, then your own as he moved into the room.

Ciscos quiet as he slides into bed next to you, his arm instantly sliding around your shoulders so you scoot to press yourself against his front, head ducking beneath his chin.

Ciscos exhale is deep, free hand pressed to the back of your head as he presses his lips to the crown of your hair, hearing your sniffle muffle against his shirt. “I’ve got you, baby,” His murmur is breathy, fingers knotted in your hair. “You’re okay,”

Your hand reaches up to grasp his wrist, hiccup loud against the silent bedroom as Ciscos fingers tighten their grip in your hair, free arm around your shoulders to hold you against him.

“I’m sorry,” You lean back, Ciscos eyes flicking across your face as you wipe your eyes, “I’m been so emotional instead of helping you guys figure out how to stop all this shit from happening, and-,”

“And you’re allowed to be,” Cisco murmurs, hand curling a piece of your hair behind your ear. Ciscos jaw clenches, “We’re allowed to be emotional,”

Your hands find their place at each side of his face, pulling him down so his lips meet yours, breathlessly. Ciscos hand slides to grasp your hip, his sniffle causing you to lean back and wipe the tear beneath his eye.

“I love you, you know that, right?” You repeat his words, Cisco smiling despite the tremble in his lip as he nods.

“I love you, too,”

Late November, 2017, the day of destruction.

Time falls still. Team Flash all stand frozen in terror. It happened. It really happened.

Savitar won. All those months trying to change the future was a fail. He knew it.

Cisco’s shout is what drags Barry to speed up and catch your near falling figure. Blood already stained your jacket, body limp against his suited form as he panicked for his best friend.

His sister.

“Y/N!” Cisco’s terrified cry gets closer as his footsteps skid, dropping down at your other side to pull you from Barry’s grasp, “Hey! Hey, baby!”

Tearing his goggles from his face, Cisco’s eyes brim red as his gloved hand held your face to look up at him, your own eyes hazy from exhaustion, but wide in terror.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Cisco’s thumb brushes over the skin, eyes flicking back and forth across your face, “Stay awake for me, okay? Can you- can you stay awake?”

“Cisco-?” Your lips part in a wheezed breath, lifting your head in an attempt to look at the damage, but Ciscos hand tightens at your jaw, shaking his head as he sniffles.

“No, no. Look at me. Look at me,” His pleas are weak, free hand pressed to the wound so you hiss, “You’re okay, baby. You’re gonna be okay,”

Your head shakes, barely, blinking away the black spots but only causing more. “Take care of our baby, Cisco. Pl-please,”

“You’re gonna be okay,” Cisco begs, Barry’s chest tightening along with his stomach, sure he was going to puke from the nerves. “I’m right here,”

Your eyelids droop, Cisco shaking his head for the thousandth time, “No. No, no,”

Barry can feel his chest caving in. He failed. He knew it. Iris’ hand comes to his shoulder, worried, but he yanks it free, speeding off in fear of facing the now single father.

December 1st, 2017. The day after destruction.

“Kiss mama bye bye,”

Cisco can feel all eyes on him. But his attention focuses on the toddler in his arms, both of them staring at the casket in front of them.

Cisco raises his hand to pat his lips in a kiss, waiting for (D/N) to copy before he leans down, pressing his hand to the wood of the casket. “Kiss mama bye bye,”

(D/N) pats her hand hard on the casket, Cisco standing straight with a teary smile. “There you go,”

His daughter manages to catch the tear that slides down Ciscos cheek, propping her arm on his shoulder to twirl his hair around her small hand, “Why sad?”

“I’m not sad, sweetheart,” Cisco wipes his chin, then brushes his hand over (D/N)s head to push hair from her eyes, “I’m just missing mama, that’s all,”

“She coming back?” (D/N) glances down at the casket before the group around her, thumb now in her mouth to gnaw on.

“I don’t know, baby,” Cisco hates this. He doesn’t know what to tell her.

He inhales a deep breath when Caitlin walks up, her hand squeezing his arm with her own watery smile towards the little girl.

“Are you hungry, mi amor?” Cisco murmurs to the toddler, who only stared at her godmother and reached out to her. Caitlin giggles tearfully as she takes the child, eyes focusing back on Cisco who swallows.

“I’ve got her,” Caitlin promises, Cisco nodding as his jaw clenches, immediately looking over to see Joe and Barry.

“This hurts,” Ciscos breath is airy, voice strained, “So fucking much. We’ve been preparing for the worse since damn six months ago and-,”

“You’re never prepared for it,” Joe speaks, Cisco raising his hands to his face to wipe his eyes, “But all you can do is be there for that little girl,”

“What am I supposed to tell her?” Cisco doesn’t mean to give an attitude, but his emotions are in a whirlwind and his chest is caving. “‘Sorry that you were born into a world where meta humans and evil doppelgängers live that killed your mother’? That’ll go well,”

“Cisco,” Barry tries, quietly, but Cisco shakes his head, eyes now on him.

“Go back,” Ciscos plea doesn’t go unnoticed, “Go back in time. Figure out a way to save her,”

“You know I can’t do that,” Barry’s voice breaks, Ciscos eyebrows pinching,

“You did it for your mom!” Ciscos voice raises, Caitlin worriedly looking over from across the lot, “You did it for your dad! But your sister dies and she’s not worth it,”

“I won’t do it because if I don’t fix it, the timeline could be altered, again,” Barry steps forward, Joe calling for him, “Someone else could be killed. Someone could never exist, your daughter could never exist, there’s too many risks!”

“But you have to try,” Ciscos eyes are brimmed red by now, chest heaving as Barry is forced to watch his best friend break down, “You have to try and bring her back, please. (D/N) lost her mom, Barry,”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” A hot tear slides down Barrys cheek, Cisco shaking his head as he steps back, “Cisco-,”

“Don’t,” Cisco moves back towards Caitlin, hands out to take his daughter again.

“Let me drive you,” Caitlin offers, Cisco nodding as (D/N) curls into his shoulder, his eyes pinching shut at her small embrace.

December 25th, 2017. 26 days after destruction.

“Hey! You made it,” Joes smile is wide when he opens the front door to his house, Cisco and (D/N) in front of him.

Cisco smiles in greet, looking down at (D/N) who held a box, jumping as she held it up to her grandfather. “Papa Joe!”

Cisco takes the box from her to let Joe pick her up, stepping into the house to ruffle the snow from his hair. “If you can’t tell, (D/N) wrapped this for you,”

“You did?” Joe takes the box in his free arm, looking down at it then the toddler, “What is it?”

“You open it, Papa Joe,” (D/N) wraps her arms around Joes neck as he leads her further into the house, where the rest of the group greets the two new arrivals with cheers.

Cisco is greeted by Caitlin almost immediately, her smile warm as she looks him over, “You doing okay?”

“Physically? She’s got a sleeping schedule down to let me sleep a full eight hours,” Cisco jokes, weakly, eyebrows lifting, “Mentally? I’m hanging in there,”

“You know if you ever need me to take her for a day or two I can,” Caitlin reminds, Cisco nodding as his eyes drift to the near two year old.

“I know. But I feel like she needs me. It’s still all new with just us two, so…”

“And that’s okay,” Caitlin ends the conversation to watch (D/N) pat the box she had wrapped, Joe heaving her onto his lap before the box, pulling the bow loose to open the box.

“A picture!” Joe gives the toddler excitement, pulling a piece of paper from the unnecessary box, scanning it, “Who’s all these people?”

As (D/N) begins to list off each member of team flash, everyone else begins to pass around gifts. “This is daddy and mama,” Cisco looks up at this. He remembers seeing her draw every member, but not you. “Mama has ring ‘bove her head cause daddy says she’s a angel,”

“A halo, sweetheart,” Cisco moves to sit next to Joe, pulling (D/N) onto his own lap, “And she is,”

“Well it’s wonderful,” Joe pinches (D/N)s cheek, lifting a box at his feet to hand to her, “Now be very careful unwrapping this one, there’s something special in here,”

Cisco helps (D/N) unwrap the paper carefully like Joe demanded, (D/N) reaching in to pull out a small stuffed bear, older but looking clean nothing less,

“This was your mamas when she was little,” Joe states, Cisco staring down at the plush toy to see your initials on the tie of the bear, “Little bit older than you, but it was hers,”

Cisco smiles at Joe, thankfully, when (D/N) hugs the bear to her chest, holding it up for Cisco to see.

“There’s something for you, too,” Joe informs to Cisco, eyeing the box so Ciscos brows pinch, reaching in like (D/N) had done, pulling out a smaller box. Lifting the lid, he stares down at the gold necklace, on the chain being the first promise ring Cisco had given you when you first began dating.

“I know you don’t wear jewelry,” Joe begins, “But she left it when she moved out and I thought you should have it,”

“Are you kidding?” Cisco swallows the lump in his throat with a small laugh, clasping the necklace around his neck before tucking it under his sweater, “Thank you, Joe,”

Joe nods once, clapping his hands as he stands, lifting (D/N), “Alright, who’s hungry?”

July 2021, three years since destruction.

“I’ve met someone,”

Caitlin instantly looks up at this. Cisco stares at his computer screen, hesitantly looking up to see Caitlin and Barry’s reactions.

“That’s great,” Caitlin breathes, “What’s her name?”

“Kamilla,” Cisco exhales, leaning back in his seat, “I’ve known her for a couple of weeks, now, but-,”

“But you’re scared,” Caitlin tilts her head, “And that’s completely understandable, Cisco,”

“I should be fine,” Cisco sits up, refusing to look at Barry, “Y/Ns been gone for three years, now. But-,”

Again, Caitlin cuts him off, “But you’re worried about (D/N),”

“I’m worried about (D/N),” Cisco confirms, “I don’t want her to think I’m replacing Y/N. Because I’m not! Y/N…” Cisco pauses to swallow, standing up to pace in front of his two best friends,

“Y/N was there since- everything! Since Thawne, since Zoom. She liked everything I loved and I loved her. So much I married her and we had a kid,” Cisco faces the two, eyes glossy, “I still think about her when I wake up, how (D/N) still doesn’t know what truly happened to her mom and how when Kamilla finds out, if we even went further-,”

“Take a breath,” Caitlin places her hands at Ciscos arms, “Kamilla will understand when she finds out, when you’re comfortable enough to tell her,” Caitlin’s lips press together, “You’re never going to fully get over Y/N. She was your first love, and that’s okay. No one’s rushing you to fall in love with someone else. That’s something you choose in your own time,”

Cisco stares at Caitlin, eyes flicking to Barry. Barry nods, smiling warmly. “I want my niece to have a mother figure. And I trust you that you’ll choose the right one capable for that,”

Ciscos shoulders deflate, nose scrunching, “Should I introduce them?”

“I would let Kamilla at least know that Y/Ns no longer here,” Caitlin hesitates, “But I think they would both love that,”

August 2021, three years after destruction.

“So this is the girl you’ve talked nonstop about,”

(D/N) looks up in alarm at the new voice. She sits next to Cisco at the corner booth in Jitters, staring at the coloring page before Kamilla makes an appearance.

“That she is,” Cisco smiles, brushing a curl out of (D/N)s face, “Kamilla, this is (D/N). (D/N), this is Kamilla,”

“Are you my daddy’s girlfriend?” The five year old tilts her head, Kamilla eyes flicking to Cisco so he winced, Kamillas lips pulling into a small smile,

“Only if I have your permission,” Kamilla sits down across of the two, Cisco curiously looking down at his daughter beside him. (D/N) jabs a crayon onto the page, coloring in one of the sunflowers at the bottom of the page.

“Daddy talks a lot about you,” (D/N) glances up at Kamilla, as if looking her up and down. “It’s a yes from me,”

“Very good vocabulary,” Kamillas eyebrows raise as she looks at Cisco, who smiles behind his Jitters cup.

“I’ve been trying to get her to learn some Spanish, too, for when she’s with my parents. (D/N),” He pauses to point at the flower she was coloring, “Que clase de flor es esa?”

(D/N) pauses as she looks to Cisco for help, before she blinks, “Girasol,”

“Sunflower, buena,” Cisco grins as Kamilla giggles,

“You’re gonna need to teach me some, how’s that sound?”

“I can try,” (D/N) smiles as she tilts her head bashfully, picking up her cup of chocolate milk to sip the drink.

Kamilla looks at Cisco, “She looks a lot like you. You did good,”

Cisco smiles, looking down at the child for what seemed to be the thousandth time. “She’s got a lot of her moms looks. Personality, though? All me,”

“Mama used to say I was her clone,” (D/N) grins, nonchalantly shrugging a shoulder, “Mama died when I was a baby,”

Ciscos lips press together, sighing through his nose as Kamilla frowns. “I’m sorry to hear that. I bet she was a wonderful lady,”

(D/N) looks up at Cisco. “Is Papa Joe still coming?”

Kamillas brows pinch, Cisco looking at her. “Barrys dad is coming to pick her up. I just wanted you two to meet before he did,”

“That’s okay,” Kamilla smiles, spotting Joe walking towards the three before she reaches a hand out to (D/N), “It was very nice to meet you, (D/N). We still up for that Spanish lesson?”

“Only if you can keep up,” (D/N) pats Kamillas hand in a high five before turning to Joe, reaching up so Joe took the sign to pick her up.

“I’ll bring her back by the apartment tomorrow morning,” Joe informs, smiling to Kamilla in greet as Cisco nods.

“Ser buena para Papa Joe, okay?” Cisco points to (D/N), who nods, “I love you,” He looks to Joe, “Thanks for taking her,”

Joe nods, waving before he turns to leave the cafe, Kamillas eyes then looking back at Cisco, “I like her,”

October 2021, three years after destruction.

“(D/N), we’re gonna be late, amor, please,”

Cisco finds himself squatted in the middle of his kitchen. His daughter stands feet in front of him, pout on her face and arms crossed, dressed in mixed matched clothes that proved she dressed herself.

“I wanna wear this!” She pleas, curly black hair shaking as she hops on her feet. She wore a neon green sweater, while red and black checkered pants hugged her legs, one foot with a pink sandal while the other displayed a winter boot,

“Baby, it’s almost eighty degrees, you’re going to burn up,” Cisco rises to his full height to step towards his daughter, but she shakes her head, startling Cisco by vanishing out of thin air.

“Holy shit,” Cisco whirls around, shoulders dropping in relief to find (D/N) had teleported to the front door of the apartment, hand on the doorknob.

“We’re gonna be late!” She yells, as if she didn’t just teleport herself across the kitchen, already opening the door with a giggle,

“(D/N), hold on,” Cisco calls, catching her arm before kneeling down again, hands brushing her frizzy hair from her face, “How’d you get yourself across the room?”

(D/N) shrugs a shoulder, head tilted, “Papa Joe said mama had powers, I do too!”

Cisco cant help but blink. When did she find this out? “Okay,” Cisco heaves a deep breath, sticking his hands out to lift her up, “Please let me change you into decent clothes. I can’t have you overheating,”

“Can I wear my Spider-Man dress?”

“Sure. Yeah, you can wear your Spider-Man dress,”

November 2021, three years since destruction.

“So, (D/N) can teleport now,”

Caitlin blinks. That’s new. “What?” Barry’s question is heaved, eyes on his best friend standing with his arms crossed, “How’s that even possible?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out myself,” Cisco throws his arms out, eyes on Caitlin in a plea, “Can Dark Matter become genetic?”

“I’ve never heard of a meta child,” Caitlin hums, “But her powers are the same as Y/Ns, so it’s the only thing to make sense,”

“But, Jenna didn’t get Cecile’s powers,” Cisco shakes his head,

“That we know of,” Caitlin states, “Jenna’s still a baby. She can’t even talk yet. (D/N)s in that stage where shes developed more. How’d you find out anyway?”

“She teleported across the kitchen this morning,” Cisco sighs, hand at his temple, “Freaked out because I wouldn’t let her leave dressed like- she dressed herself. Teleported to the door before I could reach her,”

“Baby super hero?” Barry teases, shoulders up suggestingly

“Absolutely not!” Cisco demands, “I’m not putting my five year old on the field, dude,”

“I was kidding!” Barry laughs, “But, seriously. We’re going to have to train her to not just teleport whenever she wants. She does it in front of the wrong people and she could be in danger,”

“Yeah, thanks for calming my thoughts, man,” Cisco groans, “What if her powers work the same way Y/Ns did? Y/Ns powers reacted depending on her emotions. It’s likely to happen with (D/N), too,”

“That’s why we need to train her,” Caitlin soothes, “I’m sure everything will be fine. She’s got the best coaches to train her,”

December 2021, one week until destruction strikes again.

“Thanks for coming to our Earth to help, Y/N,”

Your doppleganger turns to smile at Barry. “Of course. Ramsey was a hard one for us to deal with, but I’m hoping to help you guys take him a little easier than we did,”

“There’s something I should tell you before you meet the team,” Barry’s wrings his hands together, “The you from this Earth, you died,”

“Oh,” You flick your eyes down, glancing to the side. “How?”

“Savitar,” Barry sighs, noticing the surprise on your face, “Is there a Savitar on your earth, too?”

“Was, but yeah,” You nod, rubbing your forehead. “We lost someone too from him. Originally it was supposed to be Iris, but HR took her place. Technology that helped him look like her, and,” You sigh, “Yeah,”

Barry nods, “Ciscos going to react when he sees you. You’ve been gone four years this month, which is terrible timing for us needing you, but,”

“I have to ask,” You plea, “Do we have a kid on this Earth too?”

“You do, yeah,” Barry rubs the side of his face, “(D/N),”

You nod, curling your arms to cross, “We named her (D/N), too. Guess all Earths aren’t so different after all,” You clear your throat, “Let’s get this over with,”

“You gonna be okay?” Barry questions, your nod light before you follow him into the entrance of the Cortex, where Barry clears his throat to gain the attention of five members.

Wally is the first to speak, “Holy shit,”

“I know this might be a surprise,” Barry starts, your chin tilting down when Ciscos eyes begin to burn from staring at you. “But we could really use her help with Ramsey,”

“Of all people, bringing her doppelgänger was the answer?” Cisco now speaks up, your eyes flicking up to him as he stands, “I’ll be in my lab,”

“Cisco,” Barry pleas, your hand raising as you frown,

“Let me talk to him,”

By the time you make it to Ciscos lab- which looked exactly like his on your earth- he has already sat down and stared at a project. “Cisco,”

“I don’t want you in here,”

“Cisco, Barry told me,” You state, “About the me from this earth,”

“Great, so you know that I don’t want you here,”

“Cisco, I understand-,” “No you don’t!” The man stands up almost as quick as he’s sat down, turning to stare at you, actually look at you, “You don’t understand. You look just like her,”

Cisco turns to run his hand through his hair, turning back around, “This isn’t some joke,”

“I didn’t say it was,”

Cisco forces a laugh, eyes gleaming from his labs lighting, head tilting back, “You died in front of me when I told you everything would be okay. I told you we would figure it out and instead you died that night,”

Your arms cross again, letting the man reveal his four year hidden feelings, “And now my daughter has no mom because I lied to you. We didn’t figure it out,”

“You can’t hold onto that guilt forever, Cisco,”

“How can I not?!” Ciscos shout startles you, “How can I not be guilty when you died because I lied to you? We spent six months trying to find ways to save you and every single outcome we had failed. You died, Y/N, and now I’m spilling my emotions to my ex-wives doppelgänger,”

Ciscos hands raise to his head, tugging at the strands as his eyes pinch shut, head ducking down with a heavy exhale.

You swallow. Stepping up, closer to him, you reach out to pull one arm down from his hair, “I’m gonna hug you, okay?”

Ciscos sniffle is loud as he nods, his arms wounding around your shoulders as yours loop around his back, feeling Cisco exhale into your hair.

“I’m so sorry,” Cisco murmurs, your eyes shutting as your bodies lightly swayed, “I’ve tried so hard to be there for her, but she looks just like you and I can’t-,”

“I know,” You sigh, own eyes glossy. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Cisco,”

Cisco shakes his head, arms tightening around you as his chin props on top of your head, “How did we save you on your Earth?”

You frown, “I wasn’t Savitars target. Iris was,”

Ciscos grip slightly loosens. “She didn’t die, though. HR did,”

Cisco leans back, wiping his hands across his face with a deep sigh. “I needed that,” He mumbles, dropping his hands to look at you, “The hug. The last time I saw you, you were dying in my arms. I just… It’s hard,”

“I know,” You murmur, eyes flicking downwards to his chest, staring at the necklace around his neck, “You kept it,”

Cisco instantly looks down, clutching the ring on the chain in his hand, “Joe gave it to me the first Christmas after. Along with your old teddy bear for (D/N),”

“Oh, God, he actually kept it?” You laugh with a roll of your eyes, Ciscos smile light as he chuckles, “Hope he doesn’t pop up with it for my (D/N),”

Cisco blinks, “You named her (D/N), too?”

“Of course,” You smile, “We thought of that name before kids were even in the question, remember?”

Cisco smiles, nodding. “Thank you,” He sighs, “I’m sorry for blowing up on you,”

“It was understandable,” You point, “I’d freak if my Ciscos doppelgänger showed up unannounced too,”

Cisco heaves a breath through his nose, eyes staring at you, “She has your powers,” He whispers, head shaking with a weak laugh, “And I don’t know how to help her control them,”

“That’s something we don’t share between Earths,” You hum, Ciscos brows furrowing, “My (D/N) actually has your vibes,”

“Seriously? But I got rid of my powers!” Cisco whines, your laugh light as you nod,

“Trust me, Cisco on my Earth was not happy either,” You pinch your brows, “But, I may be able to help you with your (D/N),”

Ciscos eyes widen in slight panic, “You can’t see her,” His head shakes, “It’ll mess with her head, she knows you’re-,”

“Cisco, calm down,” You raise your hands, moving to his desk to grab his notepad, “I’ll write tips down for you. I’d never do anything to expose myself to my daughter who lost me,” You pause your writing, eyes looking at him, “I promise after everything with Ramsey is handled, I’ll leave,”

Cisco nods, rolling his jaw in thought, “Thank you for being here,”

“I’m sorry for being here,” You answer, “I know it’s hard. I never meant to break the healing you were doing. I just wanted to help my brother in any way or on any Earth that I could,”

“And I appreciate it,” Cisco states, “Even if you aren’t our Y/N, I promise to make sure you get safely back to your Earth,”

You smile, lifting the notepad before handing it to him, stepping to the side to exit his lab.

January, 2022, destruction strikes again.

“She didn’t make it off the table,”

The team of six stand in silence. Cisco feels the emotions all over again, but this time he feels numb at the same time.

Leant forward on the control panel, Ciscos eyes stare towards the lab where you were taken. Ramsey had won. Another one was lost.

“Someone should go to Earth 9 to let her team know,” Iris speaks, hesitantly, eyes on Cisco as his eyes shut, pinched.

Just like four years ago, you had died in front of him again. He knew it wasn’t you, but the emotions were just as hard.

“I can go,” Barry murmurs, Cisco pushing off the desk at the same time to turn around, exiting the Cortex in quick steps.

When Kamilla finds him in his lab, he is staring at the notepad on his desk. “What’re you thinking about?”

Ciscos eyes flutter, glossy as he drops his head, sighing, “How I lied to her again,” He lifts his head, looking at the woman beside him, eyes brimmed red, “I promised her I’d get her back home after Ramsey was dealt with. But-,”

Cisco sinks down into the chair behind him, hands over his face. His hands drop, eyes watching as Kamilla sits in front of him.

“I’m sorry,” He speaks, hands rubbing together, “I thought it’d be easier this time. She wasn’t even our Y/N, and yet,” Cisco shakes his head, hand over his jaw.

“Her team is going to find out she didn’t make it,” His knee bounces, exhaling, “God, her (D/N) doesn’t have a mom now, either,”

“Tell me about her,” Kamilla speaks, softly, Ciscos brows pinched as he looks up at her, “Your Y/N,”

Cisco hesitates, and Kamilla states it’s because with her now helping raise your daughter- Kamilla knew almost nothing about you to talk to your daughter about.

“We met through Barry,” Cisco starts, hands fidgeting together, “She was his twin sister. After Barry got struck by lightning Y/N ran to STAR Labs freaking out- we almost had to kick her out because she barged in unannounced,”

Cisco cracks a smile. “She became a part of Team Flash with us after we learned about Barry’s powers. She was the next one to come up with powers, when we threw a surprise party for her-,” Cisco heaves a weak laugh, “-We scared her so bad she literally just vanished in thin air, turned out she teleported to Spain and managed to teleport herself back to the labs,”

“We started dating and got married in the same year,” Cisco rolls his eyes, “But I loved her. I knew she was the one and I didn’t want to chance letting her go,”

Kamilla notices his eyes start to distance as he stared at his hands, “She had (D/N), and not even a year later was when we found out about Savitar. It was killing her, because she knew she wouldn’t get to watch our baby grow up,”

At his rough sniffle, Kamilla rolls her chair up in front of him to wrap her arms around his shoulders, his head resting against her chest. “It’s why I wanted to get rid of my powers so quickly,” Cisco breathes, Kamilla brushing a hand through his hair, “I didn’t want to chance (D/N) losing her dad, too. Not after I promised to Y/N I’d protect our daughter,”

“Do you remember what we talked about?” Kamilla hums, Cisco slightly leaning back, “About stepping back from all of it?”

Cisco nods, Kamilla tilting her head, “I think it’s time we do that. But only if you’re ready to,”

A long pause, Cisco looking up at her with a single nod, “I’m ready to,”

[just-my-fandom]

what episode of Stranger Things does Dustin tell Erica that she is a nerd?

Season 3 Episode 6!

[just-my-fandom]

Rocky Road P3 (JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader)

Season 2 chapter 3

Summary; Popes appointment in Charleston takes an omnious turn over a proposed trade.

Warnings; Cursing, Pope almost gets kidnapped lol, Reader gets shot (yep), lots of time skips.

Note; Back at it again, I haven’t updated since February 2022 and I’m excited to get back down to business. Let’s GO!

Edit; So I’ve realized that the end got cut off, my Tumblr has been glitching to where it’s cutting off the last two sentences of anything I write. Please disregard as I try to fix this!

Tag list; @sinisterspidey @parkerhale13 @thoughts-elsewhere @b-lueberryy @deamus-liv @bubs-world @bibliophilewednesday @sexualparkour @jjpouggues @poguestyle17

You stand with your arms crossed. Head tilted up, your eyes squint against the bright afternoon sun to eye the wire gate in front of you.

“So like,” JJ brings a hand to rub the back of his head, “Are those spikes to keep people out?”

“No,” Kiaras answer is simple, sad, and you glance over to look at her,

“The slave quarters are over there,” Popes head nods across the yard past the gate, and your eyebrows raise in realization, “These spikes were to keep people in,”

Minutes later, and you watch as Pope knocks on the front door once, twice, three times before stepping back, his gaze flickering between you and your two other friends, “Think that was too much?”

“It echoed the entire house, that’s for sure,” JJ flicks his eyebrows up, shrugging, “So they definitely heard it,”

“Maybe nobody’s home,” Kie hopes, Pope reaching forward to knock again, only this time the door jerks open, and you step back as a man steps into view, snarl stuck on his face as he looks between the four teenagers,

The man suddenly smirks, finger raising to point at your friend beside you, “You must be Pope,”

“Um,” Pope pauses, “Are you Mr. Limbrey?”

“Ms. Limbrey was expecting you yesterday,” The man raises an eyebrow, eyes scanning across you, JJ, then Kie before settling back on Pope,

“I’m sorry,” Pope clears his throat, “My car broke down on the way up here,”

“Carburetor blew up in the middle of Nowheresville,” JJ speaks up, so the man’s eyes then stared at JJ, slowly shifting to you so your brows furrowed,

“Yeah she was real upset when you didn’t show up,” The man stares at Pope once again, Kie shrugging a weak shoulder,

“We tried to call, but there’s no number on the invitation,”

“We got here as fast as we could,” You exhale, the man grunting as he, a third time, stares at you, before looking back to Pope,

“She also expected you to come alone,”

“I mean, these are my friends,” Pope glances back as the man rolls his eyes, “They helped find the Royal Merchant too. Y/Ns dad-,”

“Yeah the instructions were explicit,” The man cuts, “Your friends can stay outside,”

Your eyes flick to the man, nodding, silently, “We’ll keep the car running, then,”

. . .

“Look, if Limbrey is legit-,” Kiaras sudden conversation dies down at the weird sight of the man and Ms. Limbrey leading Pope to the back of the house.

You worriedly look at JJ, confused, “Does that look voluntary?”

“That would be a negative,” JJ mutters, Kiara already beginning to open the passenger door,

“Come on,”

“Whoa hold on hold on,” JJ immediately reaches to grab her arm, “They’re going into the alley,”

“Go around back,” You order, JJ throwing the truck into drive before he begins to round the house, your head shaking as you lean forward, searching the front and back window, “I don’t see them,”

“There!” Kies sudden shrieks leads JJ to slam on the breaks, his arm instantly sticking in front of you when you lurch forward, your hand grasping his forearm as you watch Pope climb in, yelling for JJ to get a move on.

It only takes three road turns before the hood of the truck begins to smoke a second time, JJ slamming a hand down onto the wheel when the truck stutters to a stop, looking at Pope next to Kie in a panic, “Now what?”

“Go around!” As everyone climbed out the truck, JJs arm slide around your back to push you forward, immediately beginning to sprint down the road behind Kie and Pope.

“Does he have a gun?” You gasp, JJ tugging on your wrist to pull you down an alley, Pope skidding in an attempt to follow, before you rush out onto the street, nearing getting hit by two people on a motor bike,

“Sorry-!” Your hand raising on reflex automatically halts upon getting a look at the rider, eyes widening as John B grins, very much alive and well in front of you, “John B?”

“Get in!” John B alarms, JJ pushing you into the back seat of the motorbike as John B began to pedal, and soon enough you find yourself on the beach, pushing a boat into the water and finally getting a gasp of air,

. . .

“He’s taken care of you while I’ve been gone, right?”

John Bs words are quiet. Your eyes move away from the warm fire in front of you, shifting your gaze over to your brother who sat next to you, beer bottle in hand.

“Just like he promised,” You hum, nodding with a small smile, “It’s really good to have you back, JB. Therapy’s been shit-,”

“Wait, you’re taking therapy?” John B questions, quietly, eyebrows pinched as his head ducks, “How’re you paying for it?”

“The school offered it after you went missing,” You explain, “Hence why it’s shit. And they’re still trying to put me in the system-,”

“I thought Kies mom would’ve let you,”

“Will you stop interrupting me?” You narrow your eyes, John B raising his hand in surrender, “We tried. But the system isn’t budging. Plus with Kie getting in trouble for hanging out with pogues, I doubt I would’ve gotten far with it,”

“Well I’m here now,” John B drops a hand onto your shoulder, shaking it, lightly, “And we’re not going anywhere,”

Your smile drops almost as soon as it comes. John B is standing on high alert, your brows pinched in confusion as you sit up in your seat, “What is it, John?”

“I heard a car door,”

You pause, eyes skimming the dark yard as JJ made his way next to your chair, “You’re probably just paranoid, JB,”

Silence, before John B is suddenly grabbing your arm, tugging you onto your feet before pushing you towards JJ, “Hide. Now,”

It’s a solid five minutes before you see him. Rafe, Barry close behind. You sit on a tree branch feet above where you once stood, hugging the large trunk for support while feeling JJs hands at your hips, keeping both you and him steady.

“Anything?” Rafes voice startles you, body jerking slightly so JJs grip tightened, leaning forward to press his chest to your back,

“Nah, there ain’t shit in there, bro,” Barry’s grumble is audible as he stomps out of the Chateau, “Nothing,”

“They were obviously just here based off the smoke,” Rafe points to the abandoned fire pit, Barry scoffing out an irritated chuckle,

“Great observation, Boy Scout,”

“They gotta be around here somewhere,” Rafes head shakes, his body turning to face the tree you sat perched on, eyes landing on the engraved memorial on the tree for John B,

“P4L,” Barry snickers, Rafes jaw clenching as he nods, “Yo sisters a pogue for life now, huh, Rafe?”

“Shit!!” Rafes shout is loud, Barry even stepping back once as Rafe raises the gun in his hand, shooting once, twice, at the tree, before Barry rushes forward, grabbing at Rafes arm.

The movement jerks the gun upwards as it continues to shoot, JJs arm jolting out in front of your face as his other fully wraps around your front, nearly shielding you as your hands fly to your head,

“Rafe, chill!” Barry demands, “You’re gonna get our asses busted, man! Let’s bounce. Let’s go!”

The two take off in a sprint. JJ raises his head from your shoulder, eyes immediately gazing down at where your breaths heaved, hand clutching at your thigh- that stained red,

“Holy shit,” JJs hand tugs your arm up, leaning back to fully look at the grazed bullet mark on your thigh, “Holy fuck, John B, she got hit,”

“What?” John B forces himself to climb a branch over to you, your gasp wheezed in a panic as JJs arm tugs you to face him, hand pressing down hard on your thigh,

“She got fucking shot, dude!” JJ lifts his hand momentarily from the wound to lift you off the branch, your arm immediately coming around his shoulders for support as he leapt off the branch, catching you from impact, “I need towels, and water- where the fuck is Kie when we need her?!”

JJ lowers you to sit against the tree, John B rushing inside the Chateau as Sarah stares in a panic, JJs hands raising to your face so one cheek was stained with blood,

“Baby, you’re okay,” He sounds like he’s trying to reassure himself more than you, but the quickness of your breathing worries him to the point of you passing out, “The bullet just grazed you, you’re okay,”

Your head knocks back against the tree with a pinch of your eyes, JJ looking over his shoulder as John B shoves a towel in his face, followed by a roll of tape and bandages while a water bottle remains clutched in his free hand,

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” JJs mutter leads your eyes to open, instantly shutting again at the sheer pain of JJ tightening the bandage around your thigh,

Your hiss is loud, hand grabbing at JJs shoulder so he looks up, eyes softening at your pinched brows and glossy eyes,

“There’s blood, everywhere,” Despite the wound being patched, you still seem in shock, eyes wide on the blood staining your hands and his, which now stained his tank top,

“Let’s get a shower, baby,” JJs arm slides to your back, heaving you up on your feet so your own hand grips the fabric of said tank top, “You’re good, you’re good,”

“Holy shit,” John Bs hand raises to his hair, eyes flicking to Sarah when she squeezes his free arm, assuringly. His eyes flick down to her own bullet wound, heaving a breath, “Fuck,”

The next morning, Kie and Pope park the boat at the dock, Kiaras brows pinched as the group of four rushed down the dock, JJs arm supporting your limped form,

“What’s going on?” Pope stands from his spot, eyes zooming in on your leg, “What the fuck happened?”

“Rafe knows they’re back,” JJ hisses, “Went fucking nuts and shot a gun. Hit Y/N,”

“It just grazed, she’ll be okay,” Sarah reminds, as JJ steps into the boat, first, arms reaching out to you to help you step in,

“We’ve gotta go, there’s no telling when he’ll be back,” John B rushes, Kiara nodding before moving back to the boats wheel.

. . .

“Look, if Rafe and Barry know, it’s only a matter of time,”

You settle yourself on a rock perched, eyes watching as Kie, Sarah and Pope took seats, while JJ and John B continued to stand.

“I told you,” JJ scoffs, “We should’ve gone south, man,” JJ jabs a finger towards John B, “Why does no one ever listen?”

“I get it! I get it, I understand,” John B tries, JJ shaking his head as he spins, gesturing a hand out to you,

“Obviously not! Not only did you let Rafe shoot Sarah, but he shot your sister! You better be fucking glad that bullet grazed her!”

“J,” You murmur, raising your own hand so he heaves a sigh, taking your hand while standing beside you, refusing to sit,

“I know my dad,” Sarah speaks up, “He’s going to have to choose between me and Rafe, he’ll choose me. I just need two hours,”

JJ raises his arm and let’s it drop to his side as Sarah moves towards the boat, your eyes watching, silently, as she leaves without another word.

“J, sit down,” You murmur, tugging at his fingers, so he finally sunk down next to you, head fallen forward with a deep sigh.

. . .

“So, how’d it go?”

As John B helped Sarah off the boat, JJ peeled the old bandaged from your thigh. Your small hiss leads him to whisper an apology, taking the roll of fresh bandages from Kie to unravel,

“You were right,” Sarah sighs, glancing over her shoulder where JJ tucked the bandages over one another, before rolling down your shorts, taking your hands to stand you up, “It didn’t work,”

“Welp, then that settles it, guys,” JJ snips, looking over his own shoulder to narrow his eyes at her, “Now y’all need to load up in the paddy wagon and get the heck out of Dodge right now,”

“Yeah, you’ll need the supplies,” Pope nods, “Then y’all will need to split as soon as possible,”

“Guys I think it’s too late,” Kie speaks, your eyes shifting to the side of the water, squinting at three police boats,

“They followed you here?”

“We gotta go,” JJ rushes, throwing your arm over his shoulders while his own loops at your waist, beginning to pull you after John B, who did the same with Sarah, “Go!”

“Oh my gosh,” You heave, looking over your shoulder in a panic, “We won’t get far- with two injured people-,”

“I’ve got you,” JJ breathes, following your eyesight to a man trailing behind with a gun, “We’re good,”

The group ducks behind a large tree, your body turning to press your back to it, eyes staring at two cop cars skidding to a stop in the sand, “Guys,”

“What do we do?”

“We’re not getting out of this,” JJ heaves, your eyes watching him pull something- his gun- from his pocket, “We gotta make a stand,”

“J, no,” Your hand grasps his shirt, fisting it, “No, that’s not the answer,”

John B rushes to grab JJs wrist, grasping the gun with his free to toss it at your feet, head shaking, “Listen to her,”

JJ looks at you, watching your foot shuffle to throw dirt over the gun, covering it, JJ side stepping halfway in front of you as Shoupe and several officers rushed forward, all heading for John B.

“No no no- stop!”

. . .

“They’re gonna kill him in there,” You tug your cardigan over your front, sighing. Your eyes glance across the outside of the courthouse, sighing as JJs fingers grasped your upper arm, keeping you next to him.

“I’m sorry about what happened to you and your family,” You hear a man, glancing over to see him speaking with Ward, “Thank God for the system,”

“Can you shut the fuck up?” You spit without thinking, JJs fingers tightening in warning as the two men looked over, “Of course you think the system worked because it was made to protect people like you,”

“He’ll have his day in court, a jury will decide,”

“He shouldn’t even be in court!” You pull your arm free, pointing to Ward, “You should, because you’re a murderer!”

“I know you’re upset,” Ward speaks, your eyebrows flicking up, “I know he’s got you all fooled, about this, about your father,”

“You know what really happened to my father, because you were there!” You step forward, JJ instantly sliding in front of you to grasp your arms, Shoupe behind you,

“No, no, get the fuck off her,” JJ jabs a finger to Shoupe, “Why don’t you go arrest a Kook for a change, huh?”

“You wanna get arrested? Get out! You need to go,”

“You’re a piece of shit Ward,” You hiss, “No wonder your daughters with us,”

“Okay, baby, you gotta stop,” JJ grasps your shoulders, spinning you around so Kie took your hand, “Let’s go,”

. . .

“I’m gonna testify under oath,”

Your eyes can barely stay open at this point. Curled on the couch on the patio, your halflidded eyes watch Sarah pace, “I was there! I just need to get in contact with my sister,”

“Sister?” JJ grumbles, your shrug light as his fingers trail across your bare legs.

“Wheeze was the only one who knows Rafe wasn’t home that day!”

“Wheeze?” JJ questions,

“I don’t know what else to do!” Sarah panics, “I got us into this mess, I have to get us out!”

“She’s right about one thing, we have to think of something,” JJ sits up, hand now grasping your calf,

“And do what? Kidnap Shoupe?”

“That’s not actually the worst idea, Kie,”

“It’s not?” “No!”

“That’s actually the worst idea ever,” Pope cuts, JJ jabbing a finger towards him,

“Okay, Pope, we’ve been doing everything your way, and how has that been going?”

“Okay so what’s your plan?” Pope stands, now nearly hovering over both you and JJ, “You’re gonna storm a jail, guns-a-blazing?”

“All I’m saying is that they have our boy,” JJ stands up, you sitting up to grab his wrist, warning him, “And we’re just gonna sit on our asses? No, we’re gonna do something about it!”

“We are not storming a jail. That’s not happening,”

“That’s fine man,” JJ mutters, “Sit in your comfy chair. Do nothing. I’m gonna see what I can do. Make something happen, even if I have to do it myself,”

“JJ,” You stand up, hand still ahold of his wrist, “Come with me,”

JJ fixes his hat onto his head, jaw rolling as he fixes your grasp to take his fingers, letting you pull him into the rain outside the patio. He allows you to drag him to the hammocks, your hand running through your now wet hair as you look up at him,

“JJ, we can’t do this again,”

“I’m trying to save him, Y/N,” JJs brows pinch, hair sticking to his forehead as he looks down at you, “Do you not want that?”

“Of course I do, but not in a wreckless way!” You speak loudly over the rain, hands now grasping his shirt at his sides, “I need you to think this through. Last time something like this happened, we got in a fight and nearly broke up. I’m not watching you do something like this again, okay?”

His head tilts back to look up, wet hair falling back as his chest heaves in a deep sigh. Your hands raise to his jaw, tilting his head down to you, eyes instantly closing when your lips press to his, his own hands pressing to your face.

“Are you calm?” You barely pull back, him instantly pulling you back against him, his grasp lightening as he leans back, eyes flicking between yours.

“I’m going to think of something,” You blink, JJ pressing a kiss to your wet forehead before releasing you, stepping towards his dirt bike.

“I love you,” You call, waiting for him to look at you, “I really do,”

“I love you too,” He breathes, fixing his hat, “Stay safe,”

. . .

“That’s a lot of wax on your board. Put too much wax, it’s gonna be slippery,”

“Are you telling me how to wax my board?”

“I’m just saying,” Pope raises his hands as JJ raises an eyebrow, “That’s a lot of wax,”

“Guys, chill out, please,” You heave, JJ looking at you upon a distanced honk,

“You hear that?”

You look over, sitting up straight in your chair to see the Twinkie driving up, your smile wide as you push to stand to your feet, “Nuh-uh,”

“Yuh-huh!” Your brother grins as he slams the door to the van, running up to embrace you, “Guess whose out of the clink boy!”

“Uh, they dropped the charges,” John B sheepishly grins, JJ raising his brows,

“So all that work, I did for nothing,”

“Oh, the most elaborate escape plan of all time?” Pope jokes, John B looking around in confusion,

“Wait, where’s Sarah?” At everyone’s pause, he looks at you, “Where is Sarah?”

“She went to see Wheezie last night,” Kie speaks, “She hasn’t come back,”

. . .

“So,”

You lift your head from the hammock you laid on, JJ stretched out beside you, opposite end, hand messing with the anklet on your foot, “He’s out, huh?”

“Yeah, he is,” You breathe, foot jerking when JJ tickles the bottom, your giggle light so he smiles,

“There she is,” He murmurs, grasping your ankle to tug on it, “C’mere,”

You sit up, shifting to turn around without rocking the hammock too much to knock you off, laying tucked against JJs side as his arm hooks around your shoulders.

“What’re you thinkin’ ‘bout, pretty girl?” JJs lips press to your forehead, resting there when you exhale through your nose,

“How we can’t seem to catch a break,” You murmur, hand twisting his t-shirt mindlessly, “Ever since Dad went missing, we’ve just been running. And now that Limberys involved it doesn’t seem to be getting any better,”

“We’re gonna get a break soon,” JJ speaks, tilting his head to rest overtop of yours, “And I mean hey, when’s the last time we sat in this hammock, hm?”

“Yeah, I have missed this,” You slide your arm across his chest, before he twists, facing you. Your hand reaches up to comb his blonde hair from his face, the back of your hand brushing across his cheek. “I love you, JJ,”

JJ hums, head leaning forward to kiss your lips, hand reaching for the back of your head, “I love you, too, baby,” A peck, then two, and you giggle as he continues, moving to kiss your cheek, “So so so much,”

“J!” You cackle, JJ rolling to hover above you, the hammock rocking against his movements, “J, we are gonna fall if you don’t quit,”

“You’re just too irresistible, baby,” JJ leans down, your hands cupping his neck to hold him still, “Can’t get enough of you,”

You allow his teeth to dig into your bottom lip, hand sliding up your flowy shirt to graze your rib cage, inching to your chest,

“Guys!” Kies shout startles you to lean back, looking over in alarm as JJ sits up with his hands at your hips, “We gotta go, Wards at the dock.”

[just-my-fandom]

Author Interview

I was tagged by a friend from Quotev (whose account is inactive here on Tumblr). I realized I’ve been posting on here for four years, and never fully introduced myself.

1. Name; Just-My-Fandom, or K. Privacy reasons, I’ll never give out my full time.

2. Age; Over 18. I feel that is the best I can give out especially with some fics I’ve written.

3. Fandoms I write; I started out doing major ones such as Criminal Minds and Marvel, and started drifting into DC (Flash), to Ninjago, to even Steven Universe. Sooner or later I will start writing for Twilight (Which I’ve JUST seen in my lifetime). I also write for Stranger Things, Outer Banks,Voltron, My Hero Academia, and many more.

4. Where do I write; Mostly all on Tumblr. I do have a couple one shot books on my quotev (same username), but have been inactive on Quotev since late 2021.

5. Worst part about writing; Smut. Yes, I am of age, and I’ll admit, I like reading it, but writing it myself I have never been comfortable with it unless it is a character OF AGE. But even then, I get hesitant.

6. Favorite Story; I honestly don’t have one. I love all my stories equally no matter how much more attention one gets compared to another.

7. Story I’m nervous to post; Ooh, I currently have 21 drafts, and the only one I’m nervous about posting is one with Cisco Ramon (The Flash). Spoiler, the reader is in only half of the story, and that makes me worried that no one will want to read it once they realize the reader is no long part of the story.

8. How do I choose the titles to my stories; I just wing it. I’ll choose a standing word or quote from the story most of the time, so it doesn’t ever end up having a title until I’m halfway or all the way done with it.

9. Complete Works; Rocky Roads Season 1 is fully complete.

10. Incomplete Works; Rocky Roads Season 2, One After Another, Brought Back are all incomplete.

11. Do you outline (follow plot); For the most part, yes. Occasionally, I’ll change the plot but most of my stories consist of events that have occurred in the show/movie.

12. Upcoming most excited for; Probably “Call It”. It’s my longest one chapter fit revolving Cisco Ramon (Flash), and it is an alternate plot change to the Cisco Ramon fic I’m nervous to post.

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Tag List ‘22-‘23 !!

Below are the tag lists for every fandom I write. You can request to be added (and/or removed) if desired

Some profiles do not show up!! (If you are highlighted white) please let me know if you have changed your name or switched profiles :).

EDIT: Writing NEW fics has been postponed until late January 2023!! Any current drafts I will try to finish and post to make up. Coming up list posted soon.

Marvel

• Thor Odinson- None yet

• Yelena Belova- @snooy245 @castortheghost @yelenabelova-wife

• Natasha Romanoff- None yet

• Wanda Maximoff- None yet

• Sam Wilson- None yet

• Bucky Barnes- None yet

• Steve Rogers- None yet

• Tony Stark- None yet

• Kate Bishop- None yet

• Peter Parker- None yet

• Michelle Jones- None yet

• Ned Leeds- None yet

DC

• Cisco Ramon- (One After Another story) @intoomanyfandom-s @thebloodrobin @thecatemacbeth7 @badasspolygenderfriend @writeroutoftime

• Barry Allen- None yet

• Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost- None yet

• Harry Wells- None yet

• Harrison Wells- None yet

• Any Wells’ not included- None yet

Stranger Things

• Billy Hargrove- @writer-of-camelot @intheendyouwillalwayskneel @hanoil15 @meaganjm @isistersuck @sweetdayme4427 @noodlenerd101

• Steve Harrington- @irreplaceable-ecstasy @rexorangecouny @fraeppuccino @spider-boyparker @itsfangirlmendez @tellmyselfies @xkotkuu @scarletmeii @krazykatkay456 @idumpyourgrass @strangerpotternatural

• Joyce Byers- @witching-imagines @teenwolflover28 @irreplaceable-ecstasy @icgaf

• Max Mayfield- @folly-olly @chincillagirl18

• Gareth Emerson- @emersongareth @krys-orion

• Dustin Henderson- None yet

• Mike Wheeler- None yet

• Eddie Munson- None yet

• Lucas Sinclair- None yet

• El- None yet

• Jim Hopper- None yet

Criminal Minds

• Jj Jureau- None yet

• Spencer Reid- None yet

• Aaron Hotchner- None yet

• Emily Prentiss- None yet

• David Rossi- None yet

• Luke Alvez- None yet

• Penelope Garcia- None yet

• Derek Morgan- None yet

Ninjago

• Cole Brookstone- None yet

• Kai Smith- None yet

• Lloyd Garmadon- None yet

• Jay Walker- None yet

• Zane Julien- None yet

• Nya Smith- None yet

• Wu Garmadon- None yet

• Garmadon- None yet

Voltron

• Keith Kogane- @boiled-onionrings

• Hunk Garrett- None yet

• Pidge Holt- None yet

• Shiro- None yet

• Lance McClain- None yet

Outer Banks

• JJ Maybank- @sinisterspidey @parkerhale13 @thoughts-elsewhere @b-lueberryy @deamus-liv @bubs-world @bibliophilewednesday @sexualparkour @jjpouggues @poguestyle17

• John B Routledge- None yet

• Kiara- None yet

• Pope Hayward- None yet

• Topper Thornton- None yet

• Rafe Cameron- None yet

• Sarah Cameron- None yet

Encanto

• Camillo Madrigal- @afluffyboi @bandshirts-andbooks @cloudysskies @erinisrightthere @alexloveskii

• Luisa Madrigal- None yet

• Maribel Madrigal- None yet

• Isabella Mardrigal- None yet

• Bruno Madrigal- None yet

The Black Phone

• Vance Hopper- None yet

• Robin Arellano- None yet

• Finney Blake- None yet

• Billy- None yet

• Griffen- None yet

[just-my-fandom]

Hi! Hope all is doing well, I was just wondering if you do taglists? If you do could I be added to a Stranger Things taglist please?

I’ve been meaning to make some regarding all my fandoms! I’ll get to that today. But yes, I will include you :).

Do you want to be tagged in all ST character fics, or do you have specifics?

[just-my-fandom]

Hello so when are you going to write the Rocky Road Obx series again?

The Rocky Road series has been put on hold until late January 2023.

I’m a full time worker, working nearly 70 hours during the holidays, so for the time being all my writing has been stopped until we go back to our slower hours after the New Year.

It will be continued though! I know it’ll be quite a wait but I plan to get the 2nd season chapters all posted by the end of March :).

[just-my-fandom]

FallOut (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Request; OOOO DO I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU AMOR. So first this takes place during the black phone, reader is 12 years old, was actually friends with all six boys who got kidnapped, and when Finney got kidnapped, the reader did too, so they both escaped. Well readers mom freaked and moved her to Hawkins and when the reader thinks she’s done dealt with enough shit she helps the party with Vecna and shit, and in the middle of all of it she tells Steve about what happened when she was 12??? Sorry that’s SO WEIRD but SO COOL.

Summary; Steve finds out about the missing kids from Denver, Colorado, back in 1978.

Warnings; Italics are 1978, The Grabber cause he def deserves a warning, children kidnapping, mentions of deaths, this was a weird crossover but the timelines add up. Reader is 19, Steve is 20.

THIS CUTS OFF SO SUDDENLY AND IM SO SORRY LMAO BUT IT WAS POSTED AT 1 AM.

“Can I talk to you about something?”

Steve’s startled by your sudden voice. The basement is silent, showing how all the kids spread around had- finally- crashed for the night, while you and Steve sat on the couch.

You’re messing with your sweater sleeve when Steve looks at you, you sitting sideways against the couch with your knees to your chest, finally glancing up at him.

“Yeah,” Steve’s brows pinch, hand sliding to your knees to tug your legs across his lap, “Yeah. What’s up?”

“This isn’t my first rodeo of creepy shit happening around town,” Your voice is quiet, mindful of the teenagers near you, asleep. “But it wasn’t in Hawkins,”

A pause, “I’m not following,”

You exhale, dropping your hands onto your lap, “When I was twelve, I was still living in Denver. Something happened, and my mom moved me here to Hawkins,”

Steve’s hand mindlessly rubs at your ankle, noticing your distant gaze, “What happened?”

He notices your hesitation, “At the beginning of 1977, four kids went missing. Billy, Bruce, Griffin, and Vance,” You pause, waiting for him to nod, “I was friends with all of them. Billy was the paperboy for our town,”

“Thanks for helping me, Y/N/N,” You glance up at Billy sitting in the driveway in front of you, as you finished wrapping a newspaper together with rubber bands, setting it in his bikes basket.

“Of course, Billy,” You smile, standing up and sticking a hand for him to take, then dust at your back legs, “Be careful out there, okay? Who knows what kind of creepy things are out there,”

“Ha ha,” Billy rolls his eyes, sitting on his bike, “That’s not funny,”

“I’m serious!” You protest, “My mom said theres this suspicious van that’s been driving around town lately. Just… keep an eye out,”

“Okay, mom,” Billy giggles at your squint, waving.

“Bruce played baseball,”

“Dude, that home run was sick!” You raise a hand for Bruce to high five, holding it in a shake as you grin.

“He almost had me,” Bruce chuckles, glancing at the opposite team- your schools team- before looking back to you, “Hey, won’t you get like, in trouble for cheering the wrong team?”

“They’ll be fine,” You huff, tipping his hat down so he laughed, “Celebratory smoothies?”

“You know it. Race you,”

“Griffin was my partner in science,”

“Goggles, Y/N/N,”

You blink, looking over to see Griffin holding up a pair of goggles to your face, head tilted in a silent scold,

You giggle, guilty, taking the goggles and slipping them over your eyes, “Safety first, I know,”

“What would you do without me?” Griffin grins, glancing down at your lab sheet, as you scoff,

“Burn my eyes blind, apparently,”

“And Vance was the bully, as you would put it,”

You’ve learned to tune out the yelling of teenagers. That’s why as you stood next to the pinball machine, you hardly notice the two play fighting teen boys inching closer behind you.

Vance is nearing his high score when one of the boys ran into your back with his own, knocking against the machine so the ball fell straight down, restarting Vance’s game instantly.

Your friend curses out loud in irritation. Through his blonde hair, he glares over at where you stand, seeing you turning and shoving at the previous boys shoulder. “Watch where you’re going, dude,”

The boy, who ran into you, nearly snickers at your attempt to look tough, but as soon as he sees Vance’s stare over your shoulder, he backs down, grabbing his friend by the arm and rushing out of the mart.

Your scoff is light, turning back to Vance, who- barely- softened upon looking at your face. “Next rounds on me,”

“You were friends with the school bully?” Steve pinches your ankle, where you jab him in the side with your toe, rolling your eyes,

“This is important, hush,” Steve raises his hand in surrender. “In 1978, a year later, one of my best friends, Robin, also went missing,”

“Y/N. Finney,”

You, Finney, and Gwen turn at the Blake siblings father. Terrance stands next to the phone, just having hung up. “Do you know a kid named Robin Ar-,” You notice his struggle, “Ar-,”

“Arellano?” You question, Terrance nodding. Your eyes briefly flick to Finney, “He’s our friend from school, sir,”

“Why?” Finney asks, Terrance giving no answer, only stepping back into the kitchen with a heaved sigh.

“Then, Finney, he disappeared too,”

“Were…any of them found?”

“I’m getting to that,” You shift, stiff, “Two days after Finney went missing, I was walking home from school when a black van followed me,” You pause, biting your cheek, “The man pulled the usual, ‘where can I find this road?’ bullshit, then asked me to come to the window and point it out on a map he had,”

You glance at each teenager spread across the basement. Still asleep. “He snatched me as soon as I was a foot near him. He sprayed- something- in my face and it knocked me out cold. When I woke up, I was in a basement,”

Steve worriedly glances around him, feeling you shake your head, “Not like this. That one- it was basically a prison. But I wasn’t alone- Finney was with me,”

“Where the hell are we?” You curl against the wall next to the one mattress on the ground, eyes flickering up and around the basement before back to Finney,

Finney shakes his head, confused as well, scooting next to you just as the metal door creeped open, both of you staring at the man in the doorway.

“He kept us there for days. But he didn’t just leave us there,” You rub your hands against your thighs, fingers trembling, “He’d attack us. Or just one of us to torture the other,”

“Don’t you know not to speak to strangers?” The Grabber questions, tilting his masked face up and back to narrow his eyes, “Now look where that got you,”

He steps into the room, Finneys hand grabbing at your own in terror. “But at least you’re together- Y/N. Finney,” His voice changes as he tosses a newspaper, Finney opening it to see both yours and his pictures, above showing a MISSING sign.

“But that wasn’t even the weird part,” You swallow, Steve now holding your hand just like Finney had done. “There was a phone on the wall. But…it wasn’t connected to anything. Yet somehow, the shit still rung,”

“It’s not connected,” You heave, nervously tugging at your jackets sleeves as Finney stared at the ringing phone, “Why is it ringing?”

“I was too scared to go near it,” You huff a laugh. “So Finney picked it up, and someone responded,” You rub your eyes, exhausted, “It was Bruce. Then Billy. Then Griffin. Then Vance. Then Robin. Somehow, even dead, all five of those boys managed to contact us,”

You sit up, beginning to pull your legs away, “It sounds made up, doesn’t it? See, this is why I don’t talk to anyone about this-,”

“Hey, no,” Steve’s hand catches your leg, holding you steady as he worriedly searches your face. “With all this Vecna shit, I believe you, and you obviously need to talk with someone about it, so,” Steve leans back against the couch, “I’m listening,”

You lick your lips, shaking your head, “There’s not really much to talk about anymore,” You whisper. “The boys each gave us tips on how to escape. Finney managed to strangle the guy with the phone cord, and when we escaped the house the cops were already outside,”

You swallow, “We were the only two out of all seven who survived. All those boys, my friends, all died by the same guy. And with all this going on,” You briefly skim the sleeping kids, “I don’t want these kids to end up like those boys. I can’t watch myself lose more people I care about,”

“Which is why we’re going to protect them,” Steve tugs at your wrist, so you tucked yourself into his side. A pause, and Steve’s lips press to your hair, “Thank you for telling me all that. I know losing them was hard,”

“Thank you for listening to me,” You lift your head, smiling, weakly, “It was. Even though Finney survived, we haven’t spoken since I moved,”

“This isn’t permanent, is it?”

You lift a shoulder, frowning as you and Finney sit on the steps of your front porch. “My mom says that she doesn’t feel safe here. Even after I tried telling her that he’s dead-,”

“Y/N, honey,” Your mom peers out the front door, “You need to finish the last of your packing. Say your goodbyes,”

Your jaw rolls, tearfully. This was permanent. Your eyes shift back to Finney, who watched your expression. “Here,” You heave a shaky breath, pulling a pen from your pocket t before grabbing Finneys arm.

Quickly, you write down a number, then an address beneath it. Hawkins. “This is the new house and number. So we can call,”

“Promise me we’ll visit. Even if it’s when we’re older,” You plea, Finney nodding.

“And here I am,” You sigh, yawning, “Nineteen and haven’t heard a word,”

Steve frowns, expression hidden in your hair, eyes staring ahead in thought. He really needed to do his research on this Finney kid.

[just-my-fandom]

Outcast (Gareth Emerson x Henderson! Reader)

Request; I have a request for a side character(?) Gareth from Stranger Things (The curly haired kid that’s in the hellfire club), with the reader being Dustin’s sister, and I’m probably wrong but can we make the rest of the group besides Dustin and mike seniors, including reader, and Jason shows up at the garage while the group, minus Dustin and mike and Eddie obviously, are practicing the band??

Summary; Things go south when two opposite groups meet up, especially when one is looking for your brother. Reader doesn’t want to worry Gareth about her constant disappearances, but knows Gareth deserves to learn the truth revolving Vecna and Eddie’s supposed murders. Dustin and the reader have to watch Eddie die, while also experiencing a terrible earthquake that helps them hide the real reason behind Eddie’s death.

Warnings; Jason and Reader fight, cussing, BIG SPOILER FOR V2, Eddie dying, Reader tells the Hellfire club about Eddie’s death, Gareths really the only one who knows about the upside down.

A/N; I realized there’s not really enough Gareth moments in the show to be able to really get to know him. This was a cute request I did and I was glad to include the side characters. Hope you enjoy.

Tag list; @emersongareth @krys-orion

“Jason?”

You look over your shoulder at the sudden call of a name. Sure as hell, Jason Carver, along with three other members, including Lucas Sinclair, stand at the doors of the garage you and your group were practicing in.

“You’re early,” You heave, turning away from your band mates to face Jason’s figure, “Show’s not until next week,”

“Oh that was music you were playing?” One of Jasons friends shoots, your smile tight as your eyes flick back to Jason,

“What are you doing here, Jason?” You look back down where you were separating music note sheets, knowing Jeff would complain about the untidiness,

“Looking for your brother,” Jason speaks up so you glance at him, eyes narrowed towards him, “Where is he, Henderson?”

“I really don’t think that’s any of your business. Now leave,”

Your eyes flick to Lucas, who watched the interaction, your head tilting in a “I knew it” motion.

“But I think it is,” Jason’s step forward leads to a flurry of motions, you dropping the sheets to follow his steps so you were nearly chest-to-chest with the man, Gareth close behind you if Jason was to do anything,

“Hit me, Jason. I fucking dare you,” Your eyes squint, again, eyes flicking between the blondes, “I don’t know where Dustin is. So fuck off, and get off this property,”

“Y/N,” Gareths warning behind you alerts the amount of threats you have thrown at the bully, Jason chuckling as he peers over your shoulder, to the curly haired male and your two other friends behind you,

“Yeah, Y/N,” Jason murmurs, tilting his jaw down, “I’d listen to your freak boyfriend if I were you,”

With that, your hands find Jason’s shirt with a rough shove, sending him stumbling back into his friend group, before he immediately lunges back towards you, shoving you just as hard, if not harder, so Gareth and Jeff could both catch an arm, tightening their grips when you begin to pull in an attempt to escape,

“Didnt think you were one to need body guards, Henderson,” Jason wipes down the front of his shirt, eyes narrowed, “As if I need you to tell me where your brother is. I’ll find him. Trust me,”

Somehow, you manage to slip your body free from Gareth and Jeff’s grasps, shoving Jason hard enough to where he toppled onto his back, your figure hovering over him, only getting a single punch in before Gareth is grabbing at your waist, heaving you off the man’s body.

“Touch my brother and me and you will have a bigger fucking issue, Carver,” You hiss, eyes shooting to Lucas, “All of you,” Another push away from Gareth, but he manages to catch you,

“Okay, okay! Enough,” Gareth demands, Jeff moving in front of you with one of Gareths drumsticks in hand, attempting to look intimidating.

Jason leaves with a heaved scoff after his team helps him off the ground, hand rubbing his face, and after a moments pause, Gareth releases you, your body spinning to dig through your bag,

“Y/N, what the hell was that?” Jeff asks, Gareth crossing his arms as you pull out your walkie, something Gareth knew was an easy way for you and Dustin to communicate, “You punched Jason Carver, he’ll send his whole team out before we know it!”

Ignoring your friend, you pull the antenna to your walkie, pressing a button on the side, “Dustin, you copy?”

A slight pause, “Y/N! Holy shit, you won’t believe what’s been going on,”

“Dustin, are you home?” You ignore, your friends behind you slowly moving back to their previous tasks,

“No, we’ve been at the Wheelers, why?”

“Good, Jason’s gone fucking nuts looking for Eddie and now he’s going after you,” You lift your bag, rubbing your temple at the growing headache you received.

“What did he do?” Steve cuts, Jeff mumbling behind you “Is that Steve Harrington?”

“Just his usual threats,” You mutter, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you rub your temple at the dull headache behind your eyes, “I’m on my way,”

“What about practice?” Jeff asks, hands out as Gareth watches your movements, brows furrowed,

“I need to make sure Jason doesn’t go after Dustin. I separated the sheets for you,” You pause to let him breathe out, thankful, “Just-,” You stop to hand Gareth your walkie, confusion on his face, “Let me know if he comes back. Channel three,”

“Just be careful, okay?” Gareth pleas, breathless, your shoulder curling as you give him a small smile,

“Always. You know me and Dustin get into crazy shit a lot. This is nothing,”

. . .

“So do you guys have an actual plan or you just deciding to chit chat?”

The group of seven spin around at your voice. The leaves crunch beneath your feet, eyes squinting at the large party before stopping next to Dustin,

“How the hell did you find us all the way out here, Henderson?” Steve questions, your hand raising up then dropping with a scoff-like laugh,

“You’re not very quiet. I can hear you guys over a mile away,” You turn to Dustin, pulling his own bag from off his shoulder so he blinked in confusion,

“Dude, what are you looking for?”

“Your walkie,”

“What? Why mine?” Dustin complains, “Where’s yours?”

“Gareths got it,” You lift the walkie from the bag, looking up at Dustin’s pause,

“And why does Gareth have your walkie?” There’s a threatening tone to his voice, obviously bothered by the fact that your boyfriend and his group member now holds your walkie.

“Jason’s looking for you!” You gesture to Dustin himself, then to Eddie, “You, too. Gareths just keeping an eye out, calm down,”

“If he breaks it he buys it,” Dustin rolls his eyes, watching you pull the antenna up,

“Hey, Gareth?” You release the button to listen, the walkie beginning to static before it stops,

“Yup, I’m here,” Gareth responds, your eyebrows raised up towards Dustin, “Still no signs from Jason,”

“Good, try to keep it like that. We won’t be going home in case he does find out. Lucas is with them so if he decides to be a dick,” You roll your eyes with your pause, “There’s always a chance they’ll figure out. I’ll check back in later,”

“Be safe,”

“So does this Gareth dude know about the whole upside down shit?” Steve questions, your shoulders lifting with your sigh,

“Kinda, yeah. Just the basics. Eleven, Wills reason for disappearing, oh he also knows Star Court didn’t actually catch fire,”

“So we’re just telling random people about aliens and Russians now?” Nancy squints her eyes, you copying her action,

“Gareth isn’t a random person. He’s been involved for like, two years. This isn’t the point of the topic,” You wave your hands around, dropping the walkie back into Dustin’s bag, “So what’s the plan?”

. . .

That night at the Wheelers house, you find yourself sitting on the hood of Steves car in the driveway, Gareth next to you with his arms propped on his knees, chin against his hand,

“So how long are you guys staying here?” Gareths eyes flick to Mikes house behind you, indicating he meant the Wheelers house specifically.

“Just until Jason gives up on looking for Dustin,” You copy his motion, propping both hands beneath your jaw, “But it’s not just us. The whole group minus Mike and Lucas are here. Mainly to keep an eye out on Max. But that’s a long story,”

“I’ve got time,” Gareth shrugs, shifting his gaze back to you, watching your small smile falter, glancing up at the dark sky.

“Eddie didn’t kill Chrissy, Gareth,” You sigh, shifting your hand to rub your temple. You really wish you took some painkillers during dinner.

“Innocent until proven guilty, in my opinion,” Gareth shrugs, eyes flicking across your face, curiously, “But if he didn’t, who did?”

You pause, “Do you remember the whole Upside Down thing I told you about? With the gate that we closed?”

Gareth hums. “It opened again. There’s a new bad guy. I get this is going to sound fucking insane but, the bad guy is Vecna,”

Gareth doesn’t say anything. When he does, “Vecna as in Dungeons and Dragons?”

It’s your turn to hum, then you rub your forehead a second time and rest your head against said hand, “It sounds so stupid. I probably sound insane,”

“Unless you and Dustin really planned out this prank to stick to the same storyline, I believe you,” Gareth leans to the side to nudge his shoulder to yours, your giggle quiet as you nudge him back.

“Trust me, Dustin can’t lie for shit,” You mutter, glancing over your shoulder when you hear a footstep, Steve’s figure making his way towards you and the other teenager beside you,

“What have I told you guys about sitting on my car?” Steve heaves, your grimace light as you shrug a shoulder, Gareth squinting at Steve to see his face in the dark, “C’mon. Ill drive you home, Gareth. I don’t want Y/N out here so late,”

“What are you, her babysitter?” Gareth questions, your head tilting with a shrug as Steve rolls his eyes,

“At this point, kinda,” You smile, softly, leaning to the side again to nudge him a second time, “I’ll be fine. We’ll do our daily walkie check in like usual,”

You slide off the hood, waiting for Gareth to do the same, “But in Dustin’s words, you break it you buy it,”

“Noted,” Gareth clicks his teeth, as Steve rounds to the drivers seat, “Just- be careful, okay? I don’t understand half this shit, but, sounds dangerous,”

“This is my fourth year dealing with these things,” You laugh, “I’ll be okay,” You lean into the passenger window of Steve’s car, “Get him home in one piece, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah, get in, dude, or you can walk,” Steve grumbles, Gareth barely pecking your cheek before he climbs in, you turning on your heel to prepare another night in the basement.

. . .

“Eddie! What the fuck are you doing?!”

You and Dustin crane your necks to look up into the doorway to the Upside Down, Eddie mirroring you from the opposite side.

“Buying us time,” Eddie leaves the trailer, your head shaking in a panic along with your hands, looking around in alarm,

“Holy shit- okay,” You drag a chair to level with the open portal, stepping up to grab the edges of the doorway, heaving yourself back into the unknown location of the upside down,

“Eddie!” Dustin follows suit- most likely breaking his ankle in the process- and the next few seconds are a blur of bats, blood, and screaming. So much screaming.

You and Dustin sit at Eddie’s sides. Blood covers his face, while tears cover yours, and your chest hurts from the ongoing panic attack that seemed to take over your senses,

“I didn’t run away this time,” Eddie gasps, Dustin’s head shaking as your hands pull off your sweater cover over, pressing it to the wound on Eddie’s side so that the older teenager hissed, “It’s my year. I was going to graduate,”

“And you will!” Your wheeze startles Dustin to look up, and your hands shake so violently you can’t seem to keep the pressure on Eddie’s wound, “You’re going to graduate, just stay awake for us, Eddie,”

Silence. You and Dustin immediately look back down to the man, both seeming to exhale harshly at the realization- Eddie was gone.

“Oh my God,” You gasp, immediately coughing on the sob lodged in your throat. Raising your hands to your face, you sniffle, so hard your shoulders shake, before you flinch at a rumble, looking up at Dustin, “We gotta get out of here,”

“I’m not leaving him,” Your younger brother forces, face red from tears and lip trembling, “We can get him to a hospital!”

“He’s dead, Dustin,” You hiccup, standing on trembling legs before stepping over Eddie, grasping at Dustin’s arm as another shake took over the underworld, “We have to go!”

Getting back through the portal seemed easier than the first time, you and Dustin both managing to land without injuring yourselves again, but as soon as you regain composure, a crack forms on the ground, startling you both to look at each other.

The ground then snaps open, your arms sticking out to shove Dustin into the closest wall, your own feet stumbling backwards so you press your back to the opposite wall, eyes wide in alarm at the red glow that came from the crack, “What the hell?”

. . .

It’s another day before you see the group. You stand in the gym of Hawkins High, barely listening to Steve and Robin talking to one of the volunteers, before you finally spot Jeff, who immediately grabbed at Gareths shoulder to direct his attention to you.

All emotions from yesterday seem to build back up as you move towards them. Trying not to stumble on people sitting or lying on the ground, Gareth too begins to navigate through citizens, meeting you halfway to wrap his arms around your middle, while your own threw themselves at his shoulders, hiding your face in your sleeve to muffle the sudden sob you release.

You notice Jeff’s worried confusion, Kevin beside him sharing a look with him as they watch Gareth lean back, one hand at your arm while the other held in the air, unsure as you wipe your face,

“Eddie’s gone,” Your breath is short, hand dropping to grasp at his flannel, as his face dropped in realization, “The earthquake- Dustin and I were there,”

His eyes soften, knowing the earthquake wasn’t really the reason, glancing back at your two other band members before facing you, “Let’s get you some water, yeah?”

Taking your hand, Gareth leads you back through the crowds, your free hand wiping your nose with a heave of a breath, sinking down onto the bleachers as Gareth grabbed two cups, handing one to you before sitting next to you, your knees turning to bump his,

“It wasn’t the earthquake,” You murmur, Gareth nodding as your eyes flick to the side, spotting Dustin talking to Mr. Munson, “He died a hero for a town that called him a killer, Gareth. He didn’t do any of it,”

“Hey, drink some water,” Gareth murmurs, hand at your knee when it begins to bounce, taking your own hand that sat on your leg with a comforting squeeze, “Take a sec and calm down,”

Your nod is weak, nose stuffy and eyes puffy as you glance up, Steve moving to sit next to you with a heaved breath, “You two okay?”

Gareths hand now rests at your back when you curl into his side, Gareth sighing himself as he glances around the crowded gym, “How’s Max?” He avoids, barely glancing at you and to Steve,

“They don’t have an estimation of when she’ll wake up,” Steve shakes his head, his own eyes shifting to you. Your eyes have closed out of exhaustion, and Steve wonders if you’ll even be able to sleep tonight with last nights incident, “Keep an eye on her, okay?”

Gareths eyebrows furrow at the sudden topic change, the slack of your figure indicating you have nearly dozed off. Gareth nods, looking over to meet Steves eyes, “Yeah. Same to you for Dustin,”

Steves eyes leave Gareth to find the younger Henderson sibling, heaving himself to his feet with a quiet goodbye. Gareths eyes finally shift to you, lips at your temple silently as he takes the cup you held, setting it on the bleachers at his other side before silently watching the people around him, wondering just how Hawkins would heal from all this.

[just-my-fandom]

Welcome to the Firelights (Ekko x Reader)

Summary; Vi finds out her childhood best friend is alive, and her sister is the reason why her best friend almost…wasn’t.

Warnings; Getting shot, arguing, firelight names are made up, reader is vv salty to Vi, explosion.

“Burn it all. Don’t let any of it go untouched,”

When you had first met eye contact with a blue-haired, wide eyed girl- Powder- your first instinct was to shoot.

But it seemed she had beat you to it. First you were standing next to a container full of Shimmer, next, you were hunched over, hand at your side where blood quickly bled through.

You hear multiple shouts from your teammates, ears ringing as you glance up through the smoke, watching as Ekko moved first, pushing past the barrels of Shimmer in an attempt to reach you.

Eyes pinching shut, you find yourself leaning on the container in front of you, knees buckling, suddenly gasping for air just as Atla reached you, standing in front of you, gun raised to Pow- Jinx feet away. But the girl was gone.

Ekko is by your side in a second, arms taking place at your back and knees to catch then lift you bridal style, immediately moving back to his hoverboard at the edge of the ship, “I got you, I got you. Get back to base! All of you!”

That had been a week ago. The healing process had taken that whole week, and it’ll take even more.

Ekko hadn’t seen who it was who shot you. But when Atla mumbled something about a “bitchy, blue haired maniac”, Ekko immediately knew who was the cause of it.

And he was pissed. He saw Jinx just hours ago, where they had been able to snatch up Vi and take her back to the base to figure out what the hell Jinx’s problem was.

“You look good for a dead girl,” Ekko stands in front of Vi with his arms crossed. A scowl on his face.

Vi lifts her gaze to stare at the man, “Why do you have me chained? It’s me. Vi,”

“Why the hell was Jinx going after Y/N?” Ekko ignores, watching Vis face drop in confusion and…relief?

“Y/N? She’s alive?” Vi shakes her head, “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,”

“On the ship. There was six of us and Jinx went for Y/N. Y/N almost died because of your sister. Again,” Ekko raises a finger to jab at the pinkette,

“Is Y/N okay?” Vi asks, quietly, a shift behind Ekko causing her to sit straight, spotting you. You stood only feet away, arms crossed and gaze on her,

“I’m fine,” Your voice brings Ekko to glance over his shoulder, then turn his body to face you,

“I thought I told you to rest,” His stern voice drops calm at your appearance, your eyes shifting to him as you frown,

“You also told me you had Violet,” Your gaze settles completely on the girl, now next to Ekko so his hand grazed your back, supporting you, “Glad to see you’re alive,”

“Likewise,” Vi breathes, eyes scanning your figure, “You-you don’t seem hurt,”

You feel Ekkos fingers curl into the back of your shirt. You lift the corner of the fabric, showing Vi the bullet wound that had been stitched up, but was still severely bruised.

Vis shoulders drop, “Powder did that?”

“Jinx,” You and Ekko correct, in unison, and you glance over to the male so he met your eyes, brows pinched in question towards you, “Go check on the topsider. I want to talk to Violet alone,”

Ekko stares, hesitant, then glances at Vi, releasing his hold on you to step back and out of the room.

You shift on your feet, sighing, “Where have you been all this time, Violet?”

“It’s Vi,” Vi reminds, shoulders up in a shrug, “Jail. Caitlyn got me out,”

You ignore her correction, “The topsider. So you become besties with her? When did you reunite with Jinx?”

“You’re really sucking at names, Y/N/N,” You squint your eyes at her, “Right before Ekko and your goons showed up. I didn’t even know Powder shot you, Y/N. Honest,”

Your eyes relax, frowning. “Ekkos not going to forgive her so easily. All the firelights, he cares about, more than he does about his own damn self. He’ll go after anyone who hurts his people,”

“…Including you,” Vis brows raise in realization, “You two…?”

You press your lips together and nod, Vi exhaling a breath as she stands, your eyes widening when the chains slide off- she had them off the whole time and faked it.

Vi reaches forward to pull you into a hug, your hands out, almost hesitant to return the embrace. “I’ve missed you,” Vi breathes, your lungs exhaling as you drop your hands on her back, then tighten your grip,

“I’ve missed you, too,”

In a room across the one you were in, Caitlyn glares at Ekko who remained silent and only stared back at her,

“What did you do with Vi?” She asks, roughly, “I’ll have you punished for this, you can’t just kidnap us-,”

“Relax, soldier,” Your voice leads Ekko to smirk at Caitlyn, you and Vi standing behind him where he sat at the doorstep,

Caitlyn’s eyes relax upon seeing Vi, eyes then snapping to you, “Who’re you?”

“Let’s just say a long lost friend,” You tap Ekkos shoulder so he stood and unchained Caitlyn’s wrists, Vi moving next to him to help Caitlyn stand.

As Vi explained to the blue haired woman who you and Ekko were, the male with white hair makes his way back to you, glancing at the two women before brushing his hand over your waist, thumbing the stitched wound over your shirt, “You good?”

You nod, eyes slowly moving up to him where he gazed at you, concerned, “You’re not going to forgive her easily, are you?”

Ekko heaves a sigh through his nose, leaning down to press his lips to your temple before nodding his head to Vi, “I’ve got something to show you,”

After you and Ekko showed Vi the memorial painting made for all the undercities fallen people, you and Ekko stand at the top of the tree that gazed down at the people below, leaning on the railing to where your shoulders touched,

“So what’re you gonna do with the topsider?” You tilt your head to look at Ekko, as he barely glanced at you, “Caitlyn, I think is her name,”

“Giving her a pass back up to the topside,” Ekko speaks, so you nod,

“And the gemstone?”

“Also topside,” Ekko states, and your brows furrow as you turn your body to him,

“You’re just giving it to her?”

“No, I’m going with her topside, and giving it to the council myself,” Ekko copies your motions, watching your eyes flash, “I’ll be fine, firefly,”

“You can’t always promise that, ‘Ko,” You shake your head, turning your gaze to the children running below, “Not after the whole Jinx thing. One of us almost died and there’s always a chance it could happen again,”

“I know,” Ekko sighs, raising his arm to wrap around your shoulders and tug you into his chest, “But I need you to trust me on this, okay?”

“I trusted Violet and it got two of our friends killed,” You murmur, Ekkos free hand cupping the back of your head, lips at your hair.

“I’m gonna come back to you, baby. I’m keeping my promise,”

You tilt your head up, Ekko kissing your forehead then your nose. “Please be careful,” You whisper, voice cracking at the lodge in your throat. Your fingers tighten on his shirt at his sides, “Please, Ekko. I can’t lose you like I lost the boys,”

Ekko nods, quickly, hands sliding to hold your face as his forehead knocks against yours. “Watch the Firelights for me until I get back, yeah?”

You nod back, feeling his thumb swipe your cheek, pushing on your toes to force your lips into his, Ekkos hand dropping to your back to hold you against him.

That night, you stand next to Vi as Caitlyn and Ekko stood in front of you. Caitlyn and Vi share a long embrace, one you have to look away from with a grimace.

Ekko chuckles at your face, the scrunch in your nose relaxing when his hand grasps your hip. “Try not to be too hard on Vi while I’m gone,”

“No promises,” You glance up at him, the man immediately taking your jaw in his hand to kiss you. “I love you,”

“Love you too, firefly,” Ekko smiles, leaning back to glance at Caitlyn who shyly smiled at the interaction,

“Let something happen to him, and I’m coming to topside my damn self to find you,” You raise a finger to jab at her, Caitlyn pressing her lips together with a short nod,

“Feisty one, huh?” Caitlyn attempts to joke, Ekko shaking his head as he smirks at you,

“She got shot and lived, nothing’ll stop her, now,”

Vi frowns at the short mention of the damage Jinx had done, rolling her shoulders before stepping back to walk away. You give Ekko a final kiss and one last be careful, before you move to follow Vi with your arms crossed,

“Are you still mad at me?” You’re walking a solid fifteen minutes before Vi says something. You glance at her, seeing her eyes ahead on the dark bridge that split the undercity to the topside.

“I’m not happy with you,” You correct, sighing, “But it’s not like I’m not glad to see you here, alive. But after everything with Jinx,”

“I get it, Powder fucked up,” Vi raises her hands, instantly dropping them so they fell at her sides, “Claggor, and Mylo are dead because she didn’t fucking listen, I know,”

You bite your lip, forcing yourself to keep the “and Vander” to yourself. “It’s just the simple fact, Vi. She has to hold onto that guilt forever, and she doesn’t even seem to care,”

Vi is silent as she smiles over at you, your brows pinching in confusion, “What?”

“You called me Vi,” Vi nudges her shoulder to yours as you grin, a sudden explosion causing you to turn around in alarm, back where Caitlyn and Ekko had departed,

“Caitlyn,”

“Ekko!”

[just-my-fandom]

Random Ninjago HCs

Cole flexes in front of you on purpose because he knows you’ll copy him in an attempt to overpower him- which ends up with both of you snickering at each other.

You and Kai went to high school prom together and ended up jumping in a pool in your prom attire that same night.

Jay will randomly come up to you and zap you with his powers just to piss you off.

Zane reads to you when the team is taking a day off.

Lloyd trains with you one-on-one due to the boys always never taking training seriously.

Coles dad, Lou, teaches you how to dance and makes Cole do a routine with you.

When the Smith siblings find out their parents are alive you let said parents hear it for ditching their children so young.

Jay will dance with you in the rain- and also hand you tissues when you get sick the next day.

Zane cooks you your favorite when you’re home sick.

Lloyd will join you in buying comic books then sneaking them in the dojo past his father and Wu.

Cole was your first kiss, and Kai was only upset because you didn’t kiss him at prom

Jay will help you babysit your (niece/sister/cousin) and will dress up as fairies with you.

Kai learned to slow dance just because he found out the calm environment of it soothes your anxiety.

All the boys definitely have feelings for you I-

Kai teaches Lloyd how to braid your hair (Thanks to growing up with Nya).

The boys find themselves becoming your body guards just out of habit like they do towards Nya.

I.E Clouse got super close to your face one time and Cole ended up shoving him;

“It seems we have a female ninja on our premises, hm?” Clouses figure leans forward to stare at you, eyes scanning your suited form then back up to your face, free of your mask,

Your nose scrunches at his close proximity, before an arm sticks from behind you, grasping Clouses shoulder before shoving, so the man stood straight and glared at the ninja behind you,

“You don’t gotta be so fucking close, dude,” Coles glare is a warning, Clouse humming an irritated breath as he slides his hands behind his back, staring at you before stepping back and away.

Coles eyes shift to you as you glance at him, your smile light in thanks as he nods and glances back up to where Clouse wandered to.

Morro attacked you single handedly and Kai almost lose his shit.

Your back hits the ground, knocking the breath clean out of you. Your lips part to gasp for air, but almost immediately Morro hovers over you, hand grabbing your suit collar to jerk you up, pinning you to the closest wall.

Your teeth grit, Morros arm raising to throw a punch before suddenly, a wave of flames fly at his side, causing his grip to loosen on you and for him to stumble away, patting angrily at the hot of the flames.

Kai’s body steps in front of you as you rub your neck, irritated from your collar, hands raised with flames towards Morro as he shoots a glance over his shoulder, “You good?”

“I’ve had worse,” You cough, gasping at the knife that flew towards you before you grab his suit like Morro had done, tugging him to the side so he wrapped his arms around you, catching you both before you fell.

The knife wedges into the wall, you nearly bent back as Kai heaves a deep breath, glancing back at the blade with a curse, “This dude…”

Paparazzi got too close for your comfort and Lloyd calmly asked them to give you space.

“What’re your powers?”

“The boys have the four elements, are your powers even remotely close to those four?”

“Do you even have powers or do you just use your fists?”

You found yourself hyperventilating pretty quick. Although Zane and Cole tried answering your questions for you, the crowd seemed to push pst them and stick their cameras and microphones in your face, eager for your answers yourself.

“Everyone step back!” Lloyds shout startles everyone into silence, one of his arms at your back as the other raised in front of you, “Please,” At his change of tone, the group steps out of your space, allowing you to breathe, easily,

“Thank you,”

Lloyds nod is gentle, nudging you to keep walking into the dojo behind your teammates.

Obviously you have no relationship to any of the boys, you all seemingly comfortable with the friend group you are.

They risk themselves for you, you risk yourself for them.

When the boys dress in tux’s you join, because why the fuck not?

Drastic plot change; you end up getting kidnapped and killed in the middle of the night by a villain (your choice), and the team is WRECKED.

Cole stops eating cake because it was the first thing in common you guys had.

Kai not only got ten times more protective over Nya, but refused to put on a tux again because it reminded him of prom.

Jay doesn’t train in the dojo anymore because of the memories there.

Lloyd refuses to touch the comic books you guys bought because you were the last to hold them.

Zane doesn’t find anything funny anymore because you were the one who got him to laugh for the first time.

It was obvious you were the glue of the team and the senseis could see how torn apart they all were.

They were given a month to go back to their homes to mourn alone.

The yellow ninja was never replaced because Wu himself refused to see anyone else in the suit.

You were LOVED and the ninja freaking miss you.

You’re welcome, sad ending.

[just-my-fandom]

In My Dreams (Claggor x Reader)

I arise from the dead, guys, and starting with a new fandom. I held off posting this for like three weeks straight because I wasn’t sure if it would turn out right, oh well.

Summary; Seven years ago, Vanders death lead to the separation of a young team. Out of five members, two were killed. The other three? Separated. Y/N just wanted to be with her best friend, but Powders decision killed two important people and now she wants to be on her own. Violet finds her seven years later, and Y/N doesn’t seem to want anything to do with her, or her sister. Will Y/N forgive them?

A/N; This is honestly more of a young Claggor x young Reader so really there’s no pairing in the presence, all past. This wasn’t really requested but I did have someone ask for one of the boys and I chose Claggor, so, enjoy!

Parings: Young! Claggor x Young! Reader, Young! Mylo x Young! Best Friend! Reader, Vi x Ex Best Friend! Reader, Ekko x Sister Figure! Reader

Warnings; Characters deaths, cursing, fighting, italics mean past tense.

“C’mon, L/N!”

Your eyes snap up. Two buildings side-by-side, you stand on the roof of one alone, while your friend group of four stand on the other, all watching, waiting, for you to jump across,

“Yeah, and you say we’re the wimps?” Mylo squints at you past the sun, lifting a hand and beckoning you over, “Just jump! What’s the worse that can happen?”

“Oh, you know,” You step back a couple steps, shrugging a weak shoulder, “I could fall to my death, or land on someone else and cause their death,”

“I doubt that’ll happen,” Claggor flicks his eyes to the ground between you, pressing his lips together, “But I mean it’s not impossible,”

“Claggor,” Vi huffs, frowning as her eyes shift to you, “Y/N, you got this. We wouldn’t have brought you with us if we didn’t believe you did,”

You lick your lips, sucking in a slow breath as you shift your feet, ready to push off. Breaking into a sprint, you lunge off the roof, landing hard on your feet on the next roof, huffing out an excited laugh in victory.

Almost immediately, your left foot slips on the edge of the roof, sucking in a sharp breath just as Claggor and Vi jerked forward, both catching an arm and pulling you forward to regain your balance,

“Thanks,” You heave, Claggor releasing your arm to allow Vi to tug you into her side, giving you a grin as she leads you across the roof.

. . .

“Ow,” You lift the rag away from Claggors face, frowning as his brows pinched tightly through his hiss of pain,

“Sorry,” You murmur, shifting where your legs draped over his own knee, curling a strand of his hair from his forehead, “But I gotta clean ‘em or they’ll get infected,”

“Well, be easy,” His hand grasps your lower leg, brows relaxing at your gentle touch, “Please,”

“Only if you stay still,” You slide your hand to his jaw, noticing how Claggor sucked in a nervous breath as you raised the rag to his brow, pressing the rubbing alcohol to the cut so he nearly jerked away, but relaxed against your touch.

“Can you guys stop acting so lovey? It’s gross,” Mylos sudden voice startled you to jolt back, slipping off the edge of the couch so Claggor easily caught your leg and arm, heaving you back up next to him with a glare to his adopted brother.

“She was just helping me with my cuts, Mylo,” Claggor sighs, “Which is something you need to check on, too,”

“Yeah, okay,” Mylo crosses his arms, taking the last step down into the area you all hung out in, collapsing onto the couch opposite of you, “In my dreams, I suppose,”

You roll your eyes, patching Claggors cut with a bandage before turning in your spot, waving the other brother over, “Alright, c’mere,”

. . .

Your giggle is quiet. Hand extended behind you, you glance over your shoulder to where Claggor followed close,

“Y/N, where do you have us going?” Claggors voice is nervous, hesitant, eyes flicking behind him like you had done, “If Vander catches us-,”

“You’re acting like we’re doing something naughty,” You whisper, tugging Claggor forward into a room, hidden above the empty bar, “Don’t you want to see the moon?”

Claggor pauses to squint at you in confusion. His taller form looms over you, but you only give him a giddy smile and jerk your head to the side. There sat a very large window, the moon outside lighting up almost the entire room.

“The moon, Claggor,” You tug at his wrist, pulling him closer to the window where a cot hung, connected from the ceiling, “I figured you didn’t want to deal with Mylos snoring all night, so,”

As you slide onto the cot, Claggors eyes flick down before lifting to you, heaving a breath as he climbs in next to you, allowing the cot to shift under the added weight, “We’re gonna get caught,”

“Only if you keep talking,” You shush, giggling as Claggor tugs off his goggles, “We’re just sleeping, Claggor. Nothing bad,”

A beat of silence, and your eyes flutter shut. “The moon does look nice, though,” Your lips tug upwards at Claggors words, glancing up at him,

“Told you,”

. . .

Your eyes snap open with a gasp. Smoke fills the air- and your lungs- blocking your airways and your vision as you looked around in terror.

Eyes immediately landing on a pile of debris, you zone in on the hand of one body sticking out, while the leg of another was barely visible.

“No,” Your whine is weak, hand stretching pleafully from underneath where you had been pinned down, fingers barely grazing Mylos, “Guys? Guys, please,”

You heave a panicked breath and look up at the roof, eyes pinching shut, “Help!” You cry, head tilting to the side, “Vi! Vander!”

“Y/N!” A higher voice enters your ears as a body slides next to you, hands underneath your head so your eyes snapped open, Little Man in your vision, “Holy shit- I got you,”

“Get the boys, please,” You sniffle, hand still extended to your two best friends beneath the rubble, “Claggor- say something!”

“They’re gone,” You notice Little Mans tears now, and the hands of two older men- Vanders old mates- grab at the debris above you and your arms to pull you free,

“What about Vi?” Your eyes leave the men to stare at Little Man. You receive a shake of a head. Vi vanished.

Seven years later

“Yo, Ekko!”

Vi looks over at a voice. A voice she finds herself recognizing, one who she knows she hasn’t heard in nearly seven years. Ekko is quick to mutter a shit, your figure appearing almost immediately after.

“What guests were you talking about? Don’t think I can handle anymore kids-,” You look up, instantly spotting Vi so you paused, jaw clenching as your eyes widened,

“Y/N,” Vis breath is weak, the girl with dark blue hair next to her pinching her brows in confusion,

“What the hell are you doing here, Violet?” Your eyes narrow to slits, walking closer to stand near Ekko,

“To see you, and-and Ekko,” Vi gestures an arm out, “And to find Powder,”

“Well, Jinx is now working for Silco,” Your tone is low, eyes barely glancing at Ekko next to you, “Good luck with that one, though,”

“You know, I’d thought you’d be more happy to see me,” Vi frowns, when you breathe out a heaved laugh,

“After the explosion incident?” You hand Ekko the clipboard Vi just now noticed you held, “You’re better staying away, Violet,”

“It’s Vi,” Vi corrects, stepping forward so you stepped back and crossed your arms, “I’m Vi- I’m your best friend!”

“You’re my best friend, but left me to burn in the factory alone,” You tap your chin, shaking your head, “Go fuck yourself,”

“I couldn’t find you,” Vi breathes, eyes glossy, “Is this because of Claggor?”

“And Mylo!” Your hands reach out to shove her shoulders, so she stumbled back but took your hit, “This is about the fact that you lead us out there and got two of us killed! Yes, this is about fucking Claggor, but this is also about Mylo, and Vander,”

“Powder didn’t mean to,”

“Stop bringing her up,” You step away, jaw clenched, “We told her to stay back, yet Jinx went anyway and those explosions killed two teenagers and your father,”

“Maybe we should all take a deep breath,” The dark blue haired girl, Caitlyn, extends her hands to you and Vi, blinking when you jab a finger in her direction,

“This has nothing to do with you,” You hiss, “I know who you are. Miss topsider who doesn’t even bat an eye to what really happens down here,”

At her offended expression, you gaze back towards Vi, “Whatever you’re here for, hurry up and leave,”

As you turn to walk away, Vis arms throw themselves up as she calls after you, “You’re really walking away?”

“Yes, I am,”

. . .

“Thought I’d find you up here,”

You barely gaze over your shoulder. Ekko steps next to you to lean on the wooden rail of the treehouse, arms crossed as he watched you stare ahead, “You good?”

“You know,” You sigh, eyes falling shut before glancing up at the sky so you had to squint, “Me and Claggor used to sneak to the attic of the bar to look at the moon,” Your gaze shifts to the floor, “But now I tell myself that he is the moon,”

“Y/N,” Ekko sighs, and you nod, raising your hands to brush him off,

“I know. It’s been seven years. But,” You turn and lean your back against the rail, eyes at your feet, “Mylo was my best friend, and Claggor-,”

“You loved him,” Ekko can’t help but smirk, your eyes squinting before you shake your head,

“We were teenagers. I wouldn’t really call it love,” You sigh, “But we were close, and we lost them so suddenly, my brain still hasn’t wrapped around it,”

Your hand gestures to your head mindlessly, “And seeing Vi here and hearing Jinx’s old name…it brings it all back. Jinx caused the explosions, Vi left me,”

“How did they…?” Ekko pauses,

“The second explosion threw Claggor into a wall,” You pause along with him to swallow the bile in your throat, “Caused immediate head damage. Probably felt nothing,”

“Mylo got stabbed by a metal bar, also the second explosion,” You open your eyes that had pinched shut, “Everything else was a blur, but they both got crushed when the roof caved in,”

“I’m sorry I asked,” Ekko stands straight, watching you shake your head and stick a hand out, tugging him forward so he was forced into an embrace,

“You needed to know. But we still have each other,”

“You need to talk to Vi,” Ekko leans back, hands at your shoulders, “You can’t keep being mad at her for seven more years,”

Your eyes flick between his. Sighing, you brush his hands from your shoulders, walking around him so he grinned, “You know I’m right!”

“I hate when your right!”

[just-my-fandom]

The Ninja w/ a Reader who experiences a death HC:

I’m winging it with some of these because I haven’t seen the newer seasons, bare with me.

Cole

Being Zane’s sister, Doctor Julien’s biological daughter, Zane’s death against the Golden Master hit hard on you.

You, along with your team had been at the scene when Zane died, which seemed to make the situation probably 10x worse.

Coles first instinct is to go to you when Kai finds a metal piece of Zane’s face, but as soon as Cole turns, you are almost immediately taking off in quick steps through the snow.

Wu demands Cole gives you space, and although Cole does, he doesn’t see you until Zane’s ceremony the next day.

The team had searched for you all night the day of Zane’s death, and to no valid they worried you would completely ditch the ceremony, but are glad to see you with Doctor Julien.

Of course you’re both upset, you being more in control of your tears compared to the Doctor, but the team sees the emotion on your face.

You finally move to sit with your team, barely giving them a glance as you sit in between Nya and Cole, and, instantly, Cole is taking your hand and silently squeezing.

Seconds later, he hears you sniffle and sees in the corner of his eye as your free hand lifts to wipe your eye, before your shoulders begin to drop and shake, and Nya is scooting closer to embrace you.

Coles grip only tightens, turning his body to face you as you broke down in Nyas arms, and all Cole finds himself doing is sitting there, in silence, knowing this is the only support he can give you.

You eventually settle yourself enough to give your speech about your brother, only to find yourself breaking down again in front of forty-fifty- people, doing the same as you did the day before and moving off the stage in a rush.

This time, Cole follows.

You allow him to catch up, you allow him to get ahead so he’s in front of you, and allow him to embrace you so tight you think he’s squeezing the tears out of you.

Your knees feel weak. But with Cole holding you up, you remain pressed against him, hiccuping so hard your chest hurts.

Cole only cards his hand through your hair, lips against your temple as he sways you, knowing you hated talking or being talked to in situations like this.

So he stands with you, and your quieting sniffles tell him his comforting is working, and that’s all that matters to him.

Kai

Similar to Cole, you are Doctor Juliens biological daughter.

Doctor Julien died from old age, but it had been so sudden for both you and Zane, neither of you knew how to process the death of the only family you had by blood (or oil, for Zane).

You, with human emotions, of course take the death harder than Zane.

You later go to Kai for comfort, showing how not only was he your boyfriend but also experienced both parents being gone like yours, and the flame boy automatically greets with open arms.

You felt fine after saying your final goodbyes to Doctor Julien, but Kai can see the tremble in your lip and ushers you to let it out.

Cue you falling into bed with him and crying your eyes out for god knows how long.

The boys come to the bedroom to find you and Kai on his bottom bunk, you passed out from crying so much.

You weren’t apart of the team as the main five, but the boys were still considered your friends and as your friends they all were quiet getting into bed as to not disturb you.

Kai worries about falling asleep because he fears you’ll wake up and freak out again after remembering the events of the day.

Thankfully you sleep through most of the night, only waking up to drink water due to dehydration, and that’s when Kai finally decides to sleep when seeing you’ll be okay.

He thinks you don’t necessarily want him to touch or be super close to you but you end up pressing yourself to him as you get back to sleep, and with a hand on your back and his chin on your head he finds himself easily falling asleep.

You and Zane decide to do a smaller memorial compared to the one that was held for Zane’s supposed death, and throughout all of it Kai is next to you.

“Tell me if it ends up too much,” He’d tell you, but you’d only give him a small smile, squeezing his hand.

“It’s never too much as long as you’re here,”

Lloyd

So we’re gonna pretend Lloyd wasn’t turned into an old man in that episode lmao.

Nya being hit with the venom was a scare for everyone. Jay was with her during her last words, while everyone stood back.

Kai is freaking out, because “How are you not feeling anything right now?!”

Lloyd knows you, he knows you don’t want anyone to see you cry even though your sister just fucking died, so he brings himself to step up to you and pull you from the group,

“You can cry. I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to,”

This immediately causes a break, your eyes rapidly blinking as your head tilts back, before your chest heaves, exhaling so tears fell free, Lloyd tugging on your arm so you step into him, his arms tight at your waist,

Obviously your meltdown doesn’t last long, because Kai is suddenly screaming at you to come back, that “Nyas alive!” and that you needed to “Get your ass back over here!”

The immediate panic of Lloyd running after you as you rush back to the group, Jay and Kai knelt next to Nya who was awake and sitting up,

The tears come back as you drop down next to Kai, his arm around your shoulders as you pull Nya against you and him, Kai’s hands tight around both his sisters,

“Crying for me, Y/N/N?”

“Nya, you almost died you bitch,” Your insult has no threat, instead you and Nya giggling so Kai shook his head, Lloyd smiling at the interaction in relief.

Zane

I personally don’t like writing for Zane but I’ll do it cause I love y’all

Anyway, the day of Harumis death, you had also witnessed. By also, I mean Lloyd and his entire team saw the building collapse with your sister.

Obviously youre upset- pissed- because you had lost your parents when you and Harumi were younger, and now you’ve lost her and you have no family left.

Your grief is shown in your anger. Zane knows you get angry easily, so when he sees you punch a wall then break down into tears, he knows that he should just stand back until you come to him.

You don’t, not until that afternoon when you’re wrapping your bloody fist from the wall, and he is providing help in doing so.

“This isn’t fair,” Your whimper is quiet, but his robotic hearing causes him to easily hear your words. “She was becoming good, she was doing good,”

Zane sits in silence, knowing you’ll want to talk rather than listening to him. But you only turn the hand he was wrapping to grab his own, tugging him forward into a hug.

The cooling of his metal shoulder eases your burning face, sniffles quiet as Zane brought a hand to your head, rocking you enough to comfort you, again, with no words.

“I miss her,”

Zane let’s his head lean against yours, and hears you sigh as you began to calm down due to his cool embrace.

“Would you like to punch another wall?”

Your giggle is loud against the bathroom, and he smiles when you lean back to settle on the toilet seat to let him continue wrapping your hand,

“I don’t think my hand would appreciate that,”

“Maybe, but your emotions will,”

You do end up punching another wall that night, and a punching bag.

Jay (This one, I did not see the episode for, so my information is def wrong in this)

The day of Garmadons sacrifice, you literally have no emotion.

Jay, and your brother and mother of course, are all super worried because?? Why haven’t you cried yet??

That night you and Jay settle in bed but he wakes up in the middle of the night to see you still wide awake, staring at the ceiling.

This concerns him, his baby’s upset but won’t speak to anyone or at least just cry it out.

Not until he pulls you to curl up against him do you break down, sniffling so loud you have to bury your face into your blanket.

Jays shushes are gentle, not demanding, his hands at your face as he ushers you to release your emotions because “Holding them in is worse”.

Neither of you sleep the rest of the night but he knows you’ve cried enough because you end up crashing from exhaustion.

Misako and Lloyd coming to check up and actually being happy you’ve finally released some emotion because you have a bad history of holding it all in until last second.

Jay encourages you to talk to your mother and brother, and later he talks to Lloyd and finds out you and your mother cried so much Lloyd actually worried about dehydration being an issue.

You and your mother weren’t necessarily close but of course after Garmadon left for a second time, you figured it was time to start being close to her.

Misako briefly mentions how she knows how different you would’ve been if Jay wasn’t there to guide you.

Misako secretly gives Jay her blessing to propose to you with the ring she saw him hide weeks ago.

[just-my-fandom]

Fight or Flight (Cole Brookstone x F! Reader)

A/N; I really miss writing for Ninjago so I just wrote this cute little angsty story to fulfill my happiness. I’m taking any requests, especially angst >:).

Summary; When Overlord takes over the main Ninjago building and Y/N is cornered in a window 70 floors above the ground, Y/N has to take a chance of jumping out of a window or getting attacked by an Overlord controlled PIXAL.

Warnings; Fear of heights, panic attack

It was just supposed to be a field trip. A field trip to enjoy the city of Ninjago at its finest.

But of course, where ever the Ninja go, there will always be danger. The Techno Blades were revealed, and the Overlord immediately took control of all electronics in the building, including the robot tour guide, PIXAL.

Which lead you to here, pinned against an open window with PIXAL looming towards you, an a helicopter floating just outside the building, holding your team of four boys.

“Y/N, let’s go!” Kai’s voice is rushed, panicked, eyes trained on PIXAL’s own red eyes staring at you, “Y/N!”

“I can’t!” Your scream is breathy, terrified, and Cole can now spot where your hands gripped the edge of the windowsill, “Just-just go,”

“We’re not leaving you,” Cole huffs, extending a muscled arm despite the harsh wind, “Y/N, look at me!”

Hesitantly, you turn to glance over your shoulder, barely glancing down at the streets below before your eyes pinch shut, immediately face forward where PIXAL inches closer.

“Y/N!” Cole calls again, and in a rush to turn and heave yourself onto the sill, wavering in your spot so your hands grabbed the edges at your sides, gasp short, “Don’t look down, look at me,”

Cole glancing over to where Zane controlled the helicopter, “Can’t you try to get closer?”

“Not without the blades hitting the building,” Zane shakes his head, eyes trained on his teammate, “Did you know she has a fear of heights?”

“There isn’t much I could do about it in this moment,” Cole grunts, looking back to you where you stared down, eyes gleaming with hot tears, “Baby, you gotta jump. I will catch you,”

“I-I can’t,” You shake your head, leaning to support yourself on the sill, “Cole, just go, I can fight my way out,”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Kai demands, next to Cole for support, “But PIXAL will get to you if you don’t jump!”

They can all see your chest heave with an ongoing panic attack, body leaning forward before rocking back, exhaling before you force yourself to jump, PIXALs hand barely missing your suit,

Cole instantly finds himself leaning out the helicopter, hand catching your wrist tightly as he kneels down, Kai following to grab your free arm and tug you up, Coles other hand going to the back of your head in a motion of comfort,

“I got you,” His huff is quiet, as the helicopter began to take off, your arms tight around his torso, “Told you Id catch you,”

Kai leans back on his knees and heaves a breathy exhale, hand at your back reassuringly as he glanced out the window to the helicopter.

“No robots, no cameras, no problems,”

Lloyds voice leads you to look up from your feet. Your knees still feel weak, although you’ve been off the helicopter for a little over an hour now as you had taken a car to the woods where you now went into hiding,

“Why don’t everyone come inside the dojo?” Misako speaks up to the group, eyes trained on you, “You all look shaken up,”

As the group began to move towards said dojo, Coles hand slides down to yours, tugging you to a stop as he shares a nod with Lloyd,

“You okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You mumble, Coles eyes shifting between yours,

“You just jumped over seventy stories in the air,” Cole reminds, catching your flinch, “You hate being up high, you just had a panic attack-,”

“I’m just tired, okay?” You tug your wrist free, sighing as your eyes flick from Coles face to his chest, “I might ask Garmadon if I can lay down,”

“Just… let me know if you need anything,” Cole quietly pleas, hands raising to your face to peck your lips, feeling your tense shoulders deflate so he grins, pecking your lips multiple times,

“I will,” You sigh against his mouth, fingers gripping at his suit, before releasing so he leans back, allowing you to walk in first before following after you into the dojo.