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Chapter eleven

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"Where are you going?" El asked as I quickly ran around the house collecting my things. "I've gotta babysit will" I said as I stuffed a few dollar bills into my pocket. "Oh.." she muttered and went back to watching tv. I quickly slung my backpack over my shoulder and started towards the door. "I'll be back in a few hours okay? I've got my walkie on me if you need anything!" I said as I quickly walked out of the door. I waited until I heard all the locks, lock themselves on the other side. I sat down on the porch waiting for Joyce. I watched as the sun started to descend behind the large trees that surrounded me. I sighed as I watched Joyce's old ford pinto pull up, coming to a slow stop. I pushed myself up off of the pavement and started walking towards the car. I opened up the passenger side door and said "thanks for picking me up" as I sat down. Joyce nodded with a smile. I turned around to see Will sitting in the back seat. "Hey bud how have you been?" I asked with smile. He shrugged as he smiled shyly up at me. "Thanks for watching him in such short notice you know how much I hate leaving him alone" she said as she began to turn the car around. I buckled up and sat my bag in my lap. "It's no problem, I love spending time with the boys" I laughed.

We pulled up into the arcade parking lot. The sun had finally fully set causing all the street lights and stores signs to flicker on. Joyce's car came to a complete stop infront of the building, she honked twice and Dustin, Lucas and Mike waved. "Thanks again for watching him y/n. " she said as I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door. She then turned to her son. "Okay so, so I'll pick you up in two hours. That's 9:00 o’clock on the dot.okay?" She asked. I watch as will smiled and nods, just trying to get out of the car as fast as possible.

"Okay, okay"

"If anything happens, if you need to come home, just ask y/n to call her dad. Okay? Dont-" will continue to nod his head scooting his hand towards the door handle. "Don't walk or bike home. I know" joyce had gotten really over protective in the last year. And rightfully so her son went missing, was presumed dead, and then found in a alternate dimension all in a week. I stood rocking back and forth on my heals, my hands shoved in my pockets mentally counting up if I had enough money to buy a movie for el and I. "Okay but sweetie-" joyce said grabbing onto wills arm.

"Okay mom I've gotta go" he said.

"Have fun."

Will smiled before quickly getting out of the car. He slammed the car door shut, and followed behind me as we walked up to the boys who were still standing by they're bikes. "Hey will!" Lucas shouted as he held up his hand, obviously asking for a high five. Will smiled and slapped his hand against lucas's. "Y/n!" dustin said smiling up at me, dustin and I had always tooken a liking to each other, I never really knew why. The first time I watched dustin we just hit it off. All I remember is that he was in the fourth grade, he was tiny, and he was absolutely adorable. Maybe we both bonded on the having one parent just pack up and leave thing.

We walked into the arcade the four boys instantly running over to the dragons lair game. I followed shortly behind not wanting to intrude. "H-hi y/n" I looked up to see the guy who worked there Keith. He stood behind the front desk. "Hi...Keith" i muttered as I walked past him and towards the boys.

"Wait!"

I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around "what?" He picked at his fingers before saying "I..Um was wondering if you wanted to go ou-" I quickly cut him off "I've got a boyfriend sorry Keith" before quickly turning around and speed walking towards the boys. One good thing that came from ‘dating’ Steve was that I had an excuse for not wanting to go on dates with guys. It saved me from the 'oh you don't have a boyfriend so why not' type of questions.

"Down! Down! Down!" The boys shouted as dustin controlled the game. "I'm going! I'm going!" Dustin shot back. He moved the joystick frantically as the rest of the boys shouted at him. "I'm going! I'm going! I'm going!" Dustin shouted again as he smiled down at the game. "Okay. Shut up. Shut up!" Dustin shouted at the three other shouting boys. Dustin shouted as his character died.

"No. No! No! No, no, no! I hate this overpriced bullshit!" Dustin shouted as he punched and kicked at the game. I chuckled at how seriously he took the game. "Son of a bitch! Piece of shit!"

"Dustin language" i mumbled knowing that his mother would hate to see her little dusty using such foul language. He rolled his eyes as Lucas said "you're just not nimble enough. But you'll get there one day." Lucas patted Dustin's shoulder "but until then, princess daphne is still mine" lucas said with a huge smirk on his face. Dustin sighed "you know, whatever. I'm still tops on centipede and dig dug."

"You sure about that?"

We all turn out heads away from the game to Keith who is now standing across from us with a bag of off brand Cheetos. I rolled my eyes, I never really liked Keith he always seemed like a perv. He's had a crush on me since elementary school. No matter how many times I've turned him down he still had this weird delusion that we'd get together.

"Sure about what?" Dustin asked his eyebrows knitting together in pure confusion. Keith just placed another chip into his mouth. Dustin quickly ran over to the other games "you're kidding me. No! No! No" we all followed after him as he pushed people out of his way.

"Move!move! No no, no, no, no" he said as he went game to game. Seeing that he was no longer in top spot. In his place was the name MADMAX. Then he went to dig dug to see that his 1st place score of 650990 had now been topped by a score of 751300. "No! No! No!" Dustin groaned as he punched at the game.

"751,300 point!" Will exclaimed, "that's impossible" Mike muttered. Dustin turned his head towards Keith "who is mad max?"

"Better than you" Dustin rolled his eyes as he stepped away from the game. "Is it you?" Keith scoffed "you know I despise dig dug" "then who is it?" Dustin asked as Keith continued to stuff his face with the Cheeto puffs. "Yeah, spill it Keith" Dustin said, saying Keith's name like it was venom to his tounge. "You want information, then I need something in return" he said sending his uncomfortable smirk towards Mike. Dustin and Lucas turned towards Mike giving him pleading stares. "No! No! No! No way. You're not getting a date with her!" Mike shouted. Keith had a crush on both Nancy and I since elementary school. I still remember the day he came up to us in second grade during recess. Nancy and I were sitting under a tree playing with the Barbie's she brought. Barb was pressed up against the tree reading a book (cause she hated Barbie's). I was ken as always and Nancy was Barbie also as always. Keith had come up to us, a blush spreading on his cheeks as he told me he liked me. I remember scrunching up my nose and telling him I didn't like him like that. Then he went on to Nancy, Nancy also said no saying she liked a different boy. Steve harrington.

"Mike come on. Just get him the date." Lucas plead. Mike continued shaking his head "I'm not prostituting my sister!"

"Y/n?" Dustin asked turning towards me "nope, I'm not" I said shaking my head. "But it's for good cause" Lucas said turning towards me. Dustin stuck out his bottom lip and batted his eyes. I shook my head again "no I've got a boyfriend" Dustin's eyes widened and mumbled "a boyfriend really who?" I rolled my eyes and said "Steve."

I ran my hands through my hair as he gasped "harrington?" I nodded "yes harrington who else would it be." His eyes were still wide as he asked "why harrington?" I shrugged my shoulders "because she's in love with him" Lucas laughed in a mocking tone. I pushed at his shoulder "oh come on how do you even know that?" I whispered. Lucas shrugged his shoulders as he grinned up at me.

I turned around to check on will since he wasn't contributing to the conversation. He wasn't there. I turned my head and peaked around the corner to see if he had found game to play. Still nothing. Normally I wasn't this bad at babysitting. Then I spotted him outside starring by up at the sky. I pushed my way through a few kids who we're crowded around the door. I pushed open the door and said "hey will?" No answer he just continued to stare up at the sky. "Will!" I shouted he gasped and turned around. I walked closer to him and placed my hand on his back "are you okay buddy?" He turned back towards the arcades spinning signs and said "yeah I just...I needed some air." He stammered out still staring up at the sign. "Come on let's get back inside...I think you're up on dig dug" he smiled and nodded as I guided him back inside the arcade.

Two hours later and all the other kids had already went off on they're bikes so it left only will and I sitting on the concrete outside. I had already called my dad to pick me up, so I just had to wait for Joyce. Will was tired I could tell because his eyes were glazed over and he was leaning his head on my shoulder. I watched as Joyce's car pulled into the parking lot "hey you're mom is here" I said softly. Will nodded and mumbled something I couldn't quite understand. I helped him up and over to Joyce's car. I opened up the back door and helped him in. "thank you so much for watching him y/n" joyce said handing me a twenty dollar bill. "Do you need a ride?" She asked.

I shook my head "nope I already called my dad" I said closing the back door just light enough so I didn't wake will. "Alright I'll talk to you later, thanks again" she said. Once she drove off I walked over towards the video store. I pushed open the front door, the door jingling as it slammed shut. "Welcome to family video store" the worker groaned out. She looked about middle age maybe in her late thirties. She had long jet black hair, and brown eyes. Her elbow was sat against the front desk while her palm pressed against her cheek. She looked like she could fall asleep at any moment. I quickly walked over to the kids section. I knew she wanted me out of here as soon as possible so she could lock up. I flipped through the tapes trying to find a movie El hasn't watched. It was kind of hard when all she did was flip through the channels on tv. El had already watched all the princess movies, and she had watched Star Wars with dad so they were out of the running. Somehow I don't think el had ever watched the wizard of oz. I don't understand why, she spent half her day watching tv. I flipped through the movies until I found a copy. I quickly grabbed the movie and walked up to the counter.

"Is this it?" She asked her voice laced with tiredness and annoyance.

"Yup" I replied nodding, she quickly scanned the tape and the pulled a plastic bag away from the others. She stuffed the tape as well as the receipt into the bag "three dollars and fourty five cents" I nodded and dug through my pocket. I placed a twenty onto the counter. She handing me the bag and took the twenty, she quickly handed me my cash and I walked out. Dads blazer was already sitting outside in the parking lot. I quickly walked up to it and opened the passenger side door. Both of his hands were placed on the steering wheel fingers tapping along to whatever old people music he was listening to.

I placed the bag onto the seat as I pulled myself into the car. Dad stared down at the bag eyebrows furrowed together. "What'd you get?" He asked as he turned down the volume of his music. "Wizard of oz" I said as I placed the bag onto my lap and buckled my seatbelt. "Movie night?" He asked and I nodded repeating "movie night." Dads face light up at that. He loved movie nights, with his tight work schedule it was hard for him to put aside time to spend with el and I. So movie nights were basically just an excuse to cuddle up on the couch together and soak up each other's company.

Dad started to pull out of the parking spot he was in, still tapping his finger along to the beat on the music. "So how's Steve?" Dad asked, i furrowed my eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders. I assumed dad would hate Steve's guts by now but for some reason he was being civil. (I wasn't complaining though) "I dunno? Why.." he shrugged his shoulders and muttered "just wanted to know how the kids doing that's all."

The rest of the drive home was abnormally quite, just the music blaring from the radio. Dad pulled up in front of the cabin. Immediately fishing his house key out of his uniform slacks and walking, slowly and tiredly up to the front door. I followed behind the white plastic bag cluched in my hand. Dad pushed the door open, the familiar woodsy, and pinsol smell rushing up through my nose. We both walked through the front door. Toeing off our shoes. Dad left his by the door while I picked mine up and ran them to my room. El was sitting on the couch, cuddled up in a blanket watching tv.

I found my spot next to el on the couch and asked "movie night?" As I held up the bag. El nodded a little smile gracing her face. Dad had gone into the kitchen to cook some popcorn while I got up to place the tape into the vhs player. Once it was in I returned to my spot with the remote in hand. El got herself comfortable. Her head laying on my thigh while I raked my fingers through her short curly hair.

Dad had returned with a large bowl of popcorn, and a beer in hand. Dad took his spot next to me, and my head instantly rested against his shoulder. He turned his head down towards me smiling softly. His eyes softened before he pressed a kiss to my forehead and mumbled "I love you" I mumbled a quiet "I love you too" back as he handed me the bowl of popcorn. El's hand instantly reached up and grabbed a hand full of of popcorn before shoving them into her mouth as the movie started.

"It's crap I know." Steve sighed one hand resting on the steering wheel. I held his essay in my hand reading over it. He was right it was total shit but I wasn't going to tell him that. "No, it's not crap" I lied, "it's not good" he mumbled. I rolled my eyes and turned my head towards him. "It's going to be" if I was able to get mick into reading I'd be able to get Steve to be a decent writer. "It just...needs some reorganizing" i stammered out. Steve sighed, obviously very frustrated. It was almost the deadline for early applications for college and he was barely able to figure out what to write about for his essay. I lifted my hand and placed it onto his "can I mark on it?" I asked.

He nodded muttering "yeah, I guess."

"So in the first paragraph, you used the basketball game versus northern as a metaphor for your life, which is great." I said he nodded leaning over so he could see what I was referring to. "But then, around here..." i said circling a paragraph around the end. "You start talking about your grandad's experience in the war" i said furrowing my eyebrow as I reread the paragraph. It was a mess full of grammar mistakes, run-on sentences, and spelling mistakes. "And I..I don't see how they're connected." I stammered out.

"It connects because....becuase, you know we both won" he stuttered as he waved his hand around the paper. I rolled my eyes and chuckled before looking up at him like he was stupid "do you think I should start from scratch?" Yes, yes he should but I didn't want to hurt his feelings. "No. I mean...I mean" he looked down at me his smile slowly fading from his face.

"When's the deadline?"

He sighed "it's tomorrow for early application. Can you come and help me tonight?"

I shook my head nancy, Steve, and I had a dinner with barbs parents tonight. We had spent the last year helping barbs parents with their grief, they were distraught for the first few months. Barb was their only child. She was all they had. "We have our dinner tonight, remember?" He said leaning his head back against the head rest of his seat. "Oh my god!" He groaned.

"We already canceled last week." He groaned again and i sighed "you don't have to go. Just work on this" he shook his head grabbing the paper from my hands and crumbling it up. "No, no, no. What's the point" he muttered. I shook my head "don't say that Stevie" I said grabbing his hand and carressing it. His cheeks flushed a bit and he met my eye contact "calm down."

"I'm calm, I'm calm I'm just being honest I'll probably just end up working for my dad anyways" he sighed. I shook my head linking our fingers together "that's not true."

"I don't know y/n/n is that such a bad thing? There's insurance and benefits and all that adult stuff...and if I took it you know, I could be around for your senior year" Steve and I had kind of gotten attached to each other in the last year. I didn't know what I'd do without him once he graduated. I smiled softly "Steve.." I also didn't want him to ruin his future just for him to stay with me. "Just to look after you a little bit make sure you don't forget about this pretty face." I rolled my eyes, my cheeks flushing. I slapped his shoulder "shut up" I chuckled. "I love you y/n" he said smiling down at me. I rolled my eyes and leaned my head against his shoulder.

"we don't have to pretend Stevie"

He nodded slowly "yeah, yeah you're right"

The sound a cars engine revving pulled our attention away from each other and to a blue Camaro (that was blaring rock music) that had pulled into the parking lot. Steve and I stepped out of the car watching as the car pulled into a parking spot as fast as they could. Two people stepped out, a red head, she looked around Dustin's age, and she carried a skate board. And a blonde, he looked like your stereotypical bad boy. Mullet, Jean jacket, cigarettes tucked between his lips. He was kind of hot, not my type but hot nonetheless. I watched as all girls from freshman's to seniors stared at him like he was a piece of meat. Each girl discussing on who was going to be able to 'get him' first. I remember the exact same thing happening to Steve all the girls fawning over him, and placing dibs on him.

"Who's that?" Steve asked, I shrugged my shoulders and chuckled "looks like you got some competition 'king Steve'". He laughed sarcastically and rolled his eyes, "come on stevie let's go in" I said grabbing his hand and practically pulling him towards the building.

We walked into the building and walked towards my locker. I leaned my back against it while he stood I front of me. "I'll see you later k?" He asked as he pressed his lips to mine. I nodded and Steve went on his way down towards his locker. I turned around and began to unlock my locker when I hurt a slight thud on the locker to my right. I turned my head and looked up to see the new kid standing there. "Hi?" I mumbled out as I finally got my locker open. He smirked and said "hey pretty girl what's your name?" Grabbing my hand. My face flushed a tiny bit and I said "y/n hopper, wh..what's yours?" He chuckled as he felt that my hands were shaking just a tad bit.

I noticed that every popular girl was staring daggers at me. And I thought it was bad when Steve and I 'got together.'

"You're adorable. So you're that grumpy ass chiefs daughter?" He laughed. I rolled my eyes and nodded. Of course someone like him would've already met my dad. He's probably already gotten arrested in the few days he's been here. "I'm billy..Hargrove by the way. I was wondering if you'd maybe like to go out tomorrow night?"

I stammered out a few 'I's and 'um' trying to figure out what to respond with when I felt to arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer to they're body.

"She's not interested" Steve said.

I sighed. This fake dating thing is probably going to ruin my entire dating life by the time this is over. If looks could kill Steve would be dead, like not able to save type of dead. "And who are you?" Billy scowled. "Her boyfriend so back off" Steve's arms tightened around my waist as billy rolled his eyes and said "if you ever need to be shown what a real man is call me" he said before handing me a slip of paper and winking. Steve groaned as billy walked away. "You didn't need to do that" i muttered. Steve snatched the piece of paper from me and wripped it up before stuffing it in his pocket. "I can handle myself."

"I know you can but he just seems like the person you wouldn't want to be around" he was right, I knew he was right but I don't exactly know why I didn't want to agree with him. "What do you mean?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows. "You know what I mean" he said, I nodded "like Tommy?" Steve nodded "like Tommy." Steve was right billy did seem exactly like Tommy.

As I walked out of English class tina was standing by the door handing out bright orange flyers for her Halloween party. "Hey y/n" Tina said as she handed me a flyer. I smiled and mumbled "hey."

The flyer read 'Tina's Halloween bash, come get sheet faced' with a drawing of a ghost with a bottle oh alcohol.

Nancy and Jonathan were walking behind me and I could over hear them talking about going to the party. Jonathan was declining saying he was taking the boys out trick or treating while Nancy was pleading for him to go. Honestly if Jon was going it was a good reason not to go. I had been avoiding him for three weeks. I couldn't face him, I could barely face him after the picture incident. "I'm not going to be lonely I'll be with will" Jon said softly. Nancy scoffed "all night?" I could imagine her eyebrow quirking up and her rolling her eyes.

I quickly sped up my pace as I saw mick standing at my locker. Her head pressed back against my locker and her eyes squeezed shut.

"Mick?" I asked, she scooted over "Hm?" I quickly unlocked my locker and stuffed my books in. "What's wrong?" I asked softly, "I pissed Liv off" I sighed rubbing my hands through my hair "seriously? What'd you do?"

"I got jealous. She was talkin' to one of the basketball players, the jealous just fucking blinded me god I'm such an asshole."

I nodded and sighed "yeah you're a- OH MY GOD!" I shrieked when Steve grabbed me up my my waist turning me around. Once he put me down I turned around to see him grinning down at me, and wearing a pair of black sunglasses. "-oh my god! You asshole take those stupid things off." I said swatting at his chest.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and said "I missed you" god why'd it feel so real, SO FUCKING REAL. Steve must've been a really good fucking actor. "It's been like an hour." I giggled and rolled my eyes. It wasn't hard playing the part of Steve's girlfriend, it was actually really easy. "Tell me about it" he said before pulling me into a soft kiss. My heart felt like explodes almost every time he kissed me. My heart stopped, it felt like I couldn't breath.

"Okay. Okay. Okay. God" i mumbled as I pushed myself off of him. My heart finally started beating again. My breathing started off shaky but it steady faster than I expected. He grinned at how flustered I looked. I scooted over towards my locker and looked down the hallway to see mick. The smile wiped right off my face. I didn't mean to get so caught up with Steve, god I felt like the worst best friend on the planet.

"So are you going to this?"

I turned my head back towards Steve to see him holding up the bright orange flyer. I shrugged my shoulders and said "dunno" he raised his eyebrows and asked "come on you y/n it's Halloween!" Steve exclaimed. I shook my head "I- my dad won't let me" not a lie my dad would probably have an aneurysm. He was 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 protective. "Oh come on I'm sure he'll let you" Steve said rolling his eyes, "you underestimate my dad" I scoffed. "He'll let you go if I talk to him."

"Sure Steve" I rolled my eyes as I slammed my locker door shut.

It was already dark. Steve, Nancy and I walked up the sidewalk up to the hollands front door. Steve held my hand tightly in his, I furrowed my eyebrows as I saw a for sell sign in front of they're house. I didn't expect the hollands to sell they're house, the first time we had dinner with them they explained how the house had to many memories to just give up. I guess the houses memories might've be haunting them now.

"Okay. Ready?"

Steve sighed as we stood in front of their front door. I nodded and Nancy mumbled a quiet "yeah." I don't think I've spent this much time with Nancy since the fourth grade. I didn't want to do the dinner thing but Steve insisted saying 'it would be less awkward' if I was there. Steve sighed "okay" before pressing the doorbell. Mrs holland instantly ran to the door opening it and ushering us inside.

We sat at theyre dinner table a box of chicken in front of us. "I'm so sorry I didn't get to cook. I was gonna make that baked ziti you guys like so much, but I just forgot about the time and before you know it. Oh my god it's five o'clock." Mrs holland chuckled. "It's fine. It's great" Nancy said smiling over at the couple. I nodded agreeing with Nancy "right I love kfc" Steve commented as he placed a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth.

"So I...noticed a 'for sale' sign out in your yard..is that the neighbors', or.." Nancy said akwardly.

"You wanna tell them?" Mrs holland asked her husband. "Go ahead" mr holland said as he stared down at his plate. Mrs holland turned back towards us a small smile on her face. "We hired a man named Murray bauman" I recognized that name. Murray that crazy guy that my dad complained about. He had a bunch of stupid theories about Russian and aliens. Some even about El. "Have any of you heard of him?" She asked, both Nancy and Steve shook they're heads No.

"n-no"

"No I doing think so" Steve said while his mouth was full, I nodded slightly. "My dad does" I mumbled as I shrugged. "He was an investigative journalist for the Chicago sun-times." Mrs holland said with a small smirk on her face. She had a looked like they were finally going to crack the case, she finally had hope. The hawkins police were doing nothing for them because they simply couldn't find her. Mrs holland just thought they weren't looking hard enough. They were looking alright, just not in the right deminsion. I felt bad, dad said Murray was a scam, a crazed man just looking for money. Dad told me about how he believed they're were secret evil Russians in hawkins causing these disappearances and that el was one of them.

"Pretty well known" mr holland said handing Nancy and Steve his business card. "Anyways he's freelance now, and...he agreed to take the case" Mrs holland said with a bright smile on her face, one I haven't seen ever in the months ive visited her. Steve leaned over showing the card to Nancy.

"That's..that's great" Steve said mouth still full of food. Mr holland chuckled "no, that's really..that's great, right?"

"Um, what exactly does that mean?" Nancy asked "means he's gonna do what that lazy son of a bitch Jim hop-" mr holland immediately stopped his sentence and looked at me as i stared down at my plate. I sighed. my dad wasn't lazy, he was far from it . "I think- I um I'll be right back" I stuttered out as I stood up from my seat. "Thank you, um thank you for the meal it was lovely seeing you guys again" i said as I walked quickly towards the front door.

I walked out the front door and sat on the steps. I sighed trying to steady my breathing. I lifted my hand up to my heart, feeling how fast it was beating. I wasn't just upset about what he said about my dad, I also felt bad because I knew the truth. I knew they're daughter was dead and I said nothing giving them false hope. The truth was that they would never fucking find Barb well at least not the way they want to.

I heard the front door open again and then a few foot steps before I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, y/n/n you alright?" Steve asked. I shook my head as I buried my face into my hands. "Are you mad about what he said you know..you know he's just upset" he whispered. I shook my head again lifting my head from my hands "I feel bad" I mumbled "about Barb- y/n so do I. I understand" I shook my head "no- no you don't. You didn't see her body Steve..it was- it was horrible" I said tears forming in my eyes. "maybe-maybe just maybe if i did something that day at your house she'd still be alive."

"I feel like it's all my fault" I sighed a few tears trailing down my cheeks. Steve shook his head "it's not your fault y/n don't say that" he said grabbing my wrist and pulling me into a hug. "Shh" Steve said rubbing small circl into my back. Fat tears rolled down my face, I was a mess. I didn't even know Barb that well, at least I wasn't Nancy. I didn't have it that bad. I didn't lose my best friend. "Do you want me to take you home?" Steve whispered, I nodded mumbling "please."

"Okay, let me get nance" Steve whispered before getting up and going inside.

A few minutes later steve walked back out with Nancy by his side. He kneeled down next to me and pulled off his jacket before wrapping it around me. "Come on let's go" Steve said softly as he grabbed my hand, helping me up. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and helped into the passanger side. As Steve started to pull out of the driveway, he placed one of his hands on my still shaking hand.

When Steve slowly drove up to the cabin I noticed dads car wasn’t in its normal place. He was supposed to be off way before the dinner would’ve been done. He was late. I knew el would be pissed. He promised her he’d get off early. I waved goodbye to Steve as I got out of his bmw and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I quickly unzipped the small pocket and fished my keys out of my back pack. I slowly walked up the wooden steps my shoes making them squeak as I did so. I stuck the first key into the lock and turned it doing the same all the way up. I pulled open the door and closed it behind me, making sure to lock all the doors again.

The whole house was dark, no light on in sight except for the one in our room and the light coming from the tv. I could see the little bit of light shining under the door.

I slowly pushed open the door to see el curled up underneath my blanket, she was staring at the ceiling. “El?” I whispered, her head instantly shoot up. “You’re early” she mumbled “it’s 7..3..5” I nodded chuckling. “it ended early” I said as I dropped my bag by the door and sat down on the edge of my bed. “He’s late” el mumbled, I nodded mumbling “I know..he’ll be home soon.”

She nodded as I scooted closer to her. She snuggled into my side sighing. “I love you” she mumbled “I love you too kid” I said pressing my lips to the top of her head.

About an hour later dad showed up. I heard the locks unlocking and the door creak open, and the tv turn off. “Hey what’d we talk about?” I heard my dad say. “No signal” el replied.

“What?” Dad called out.

“No signal” el repeated.

“It’s 8-1-5 you’re late” she grumbled from beside me. “Yeah I lost track of time. I- I’ll signal next time, alright?” El then got up from beside me and walked out the door.

“Uh and it’s 8:15 it’s not 8-1-5” dad said quietly. I then got up following shortly behind her. I watched as she sat down before continuing towards them. “Eight fifteen” El mumbled. “Now what’d we talk about? Dinner first then dessert. Always. That’s a rule. Yeah?” I plopped myself down on the couch sighing.

“Yes”

“When’d you get home hun?” Dad asked, “an hour ago” i muttered as I curled myself up into a ball. “Early..again? Why?” He asked. I shrugged “wasn’t hungry..got bored” I lied. “Come over here kid I want to see you..you can’t just hid in the dark.” I laughed before slowly getting up and making my way over towards them.

“Hey you okay?” He asked as I hugged him, I nodded mumbling “he doesn’t like you” dad furrowed his eyebrow “who?”

“Mr holland” I replied dad rolled his eyes and said “I know honey.” Dad pressed his lips to my cheek and said “I love you”

“I love you too.

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pebblesrus · 3 years ago

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Eliot has a classic addictive personality - devotion and addiction are two sides of the same coin. I would like to join you in this niche addict!Eliot au/headcanon/naughty step.

Addicted to anything that will fill the hole (not drugs never drugs you're absolutely right) - and combined with The Worst AU is. Mm. Delicious. He's addicted to Moreau he's addicted to the team he loves it he hates it he needs it. How do you leave when you can't tell the difference between love and craving? When the thought of leaving cramps your stomach and makes your heart race and you gasp for breath - is it love or withdrawal?

Anyways. Pls share any and all thoughts you might have. <3

YEAH THAT’S THE THING. eliot is a collection of red flags but still has control over everything he does. but, the reason i don’t have a hc* about eliot being addicted to something is because i think he is but it’s pain so we don’t talk about it because it’s his job

*to me, a hc is something that occurs inside canon and an au is something that occurs anywhere from just to the left of canon to outer space. this is a personal preference of how i differentiate them and is not actually important sorry 4 the sidebar

under the cut bc this is a hard topic also bc i have a problem and it’s uhhh 4 pages long

background

so i kinda lost it in the comments on this post, finch i am deeply sorry

this is too much ummmmmm so there exists in my brain a very niche au where eliot is addicted to…something. anything to take the pain away. alcohol. sex. pain itself. gambling. hell, stealing? he is working with a group of thieves after all. (but not drugs, never drugs. nothing more than an ibuprofen if alec really begs with his eyes. bc if he goes down that path he’ll never be strong enough to come up for air)

and like. his addition informs his whole relationship with nate and calling nate out on his shit. eliot’s personally gone too far (he’s not worth helping) but nate is a Good Man who had something awful happen to him (eliot is a bad man who did something awful). but at some point he starts to trust the team with bits and pieces of this Problem etc etc. but hell au version like. it just all goes real fuckin wrong HUH

i have a post somewhere abt nate & eliot & alcohol its just so compelling 2 me 2 compare characters in ways that no one should

so i did find the time i talked about eliot and nate and addition, here, cut down for relevant portions:

do you ever wonder if eliot doesn’t drink (to the point of drunk) because he’s afraid of who it will make him? because alcohol is a drug and drugs make him lose control.

because control is the only thing that keeps him together. without it—it’s harder to not kill someone who hurts others (like he used to) and it’s easier to forget who he used to be.

nathan ford, furnace of rage, drank because he hurt and he couldn’t live all his pain. but eliot knows nothing but pain—how to endure it, how to inflict it—but he doesn’t know who he would be without it.

“you ever count them?” “there’s nothing you can do, no punishment you can hand out that’s worse than what i live with every day. so, to answer your question, no. no, I haven’t counted. i don’t need to.”

if he could (artificially) drown himself, would he ever come up for air?

okay so as i said, my general hc for eliot is that he does not need a vice because his job is his vice, because, well,

“you fight like something's trying to get out of you.”

but, for an au with an addiction (but not hell au)

i think the addition would start after moreau. because the two worst parts of eliot’s life were working for a pmc and working for moreau. after the pmc toby saved him. but after moreau? it takes seven years before he is fully free of his past (end of s5). [timeline, for reference]

and if he’s going to get addicted to something, it’s gotta be in at least the 3 years between moreau and joining leverage.

another thing i wrote earlier was,

“the worst thing i ever did in my entire life i did for damien moreau. and i— i'll never be clean of that.”

the thing is, eliot never denies that he did bad things. he never tires to justify them. he never—okay so what i said on an earlier post was, there might be a single “worst” act he’s committed but what’s more damaging‚ more of a reason he does not deserve happiness‚ is that the worst thing is what was done to him and what he allowed himself to do and what that made him become. nothing fucks u up like thinking things aren’t Bad Enough until you look back 3 years later and ur brain has been rewired [x]

and also,

“every one of moreau's men has innocent blood on their hands, every one of ‘em. every one of ’em... are worse than me.”

it starts with they’ve got blood on their hands but he doesn’t say they’ve done worse than him. he says they are worse than him. because it’s not about the act it’s about the person you have to be to complete that act. the worst thing he’s ever done—t’s not the bloodiness he doesn’t want the team to know about, it’s the inhumanity. [x]

all of this to say, eliot doesn’t lie—he doesn’t even try to lie. he never pretends he’s a good man. [x]

so in this entire decade where all he can see when he closes his eyes are the faces of the people he’s killed,

there’s this quote i like about addiction—every addiction arises from an unconscious refusal to face and move though your own pain. every addiction starts with pain and ends with pain. whatever the substance you are addicted to—alcohol, food, legal or illegal drugs, or a person—you are using something or somebody to cover up your pain. (eckhart tolle)

eliot can’t face his pain anymore. being freelance means he doesn’t get in fights often enough to hide the real pain behind bruised ribs. so he turns to something else. i honestly can’t choose what. there’s a good argument for many addictions, all except actual painkillers.

an au with addiction, hell au version

i think that moreau would not let eliot have an addiction.

i also think that moreau knows eliot. he sees the possibly and takes it away. i talk about eliot as an enforcer for moreau but i think that he’s more than that—not even getting to the personal level of things (that he means more to moreau)—in a purely employer-employee-transactional way, eliot is too valuable to the organization to take hits. so moreau doesn’t let him. doesn’t let him have any outlet. he controls every other part of eliot’s life, why not this too?

(uhh this is kinda related, but i have a pre canon hc where moreau pits his men against each other like a dog fight. and when eliot has pissed him off he throws eliot in but eliot is Not Allowed to take hits. it’s not that eliot cares about the men he works with, but like, he's trying to forget what he’s doing on a day to day basis, he doesn’t want to come home to more of it, he doesn’t want to have to look his coworker in the face tomorrow to see the violence in him reflected in the form of a black eye etc etc (yeah......u dont wanna be in my brain))

SO ANYWAY. in the hell au i think the addiction would happen later. not post moreau because there is no post moreau. it would happen exactly when no one would suspect it—when he’s about to get out.

he’s spent six years with moreau, 2 years with the team, and he’s a fucking disaster, because, as i said in another post,

he cooks for damien because he cares, he cooks for the team because he cares. [x] he is damien’s personal guard dog because he cares, he is the team’s hitter because he cares. damien is in danger when he’s off robin-hood-ing, the team is in danger when he goes home (literally or figuratively) to moreau.

and it’s not love…..but is it? and how is he supposed to choose [x]

like you just said, he’s addicted to the team, he’s addicted to moreau.

love and dependency look a lot a like when you see the world through blood stained glasses (or, the world is blurry because you couldn’t stand the red flecks that stuck to the lenses that you could never seem to completely scrub off).

so, while he is playing cat and mouse with himself and moreau is putting him through the wringer worse than ever before and the team is counting on him to take down the man he might actually be loyal too—

it’s all too much.

and he turns to this addiction.

he’s doing enough jobs, taking enough hits to make any other addict cave. but it’s still not enough. this is eliot spencer. after all. he’s got 9 lives worth of trauma. he needs 18 lives of penance.

again,

“you fight like something's trying to get out of you.”

“what i need to control is not out there. it's here. always.”

“every one of ‘em. every one of ’em... are worse than me.”

“there’s nothing you can do, no punishment you can hand out that’s worse than what i live with every day.“

and now, in this hell au, the only good thing he’s ever had in his life—this team, the only people who have ever looked at him like he’s a Person and not a Monster—he’s about to destroy.

so he drowns all that in something.

#tw addiction #hi i am SO sorry this took so long for me to answer i had to really sit down with my computer to think #so this is essentially the background of how i think eliot would come to an addiction under different circumstances #pls dont ask me things unless u want uhhh literally 1500 words about it i am sorry for everyone who is forced to perceive this post #i literally. cannot proof read this. bc i will just write more.#but uhh if anyone ever wants to see inside my brain pls feel free to ask i cannot promise u answers that make sense <3 #this is my niche and no i will not be responsible with it <3 #moreau's fiddle game au #damien moreau #eliot spencer #leverage

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motownfiction · 2 years ago

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i trust you

Usually, Eddie hates it when other people try to gift him with new music. Half the time, it’s stuff he already knows; the other half of the time, it’s stuff he already hates. He always accepts it with a smile on his face, of course. He doesn’t want to seem like a snob. But damn, if he can’t help it. You write enough about the history of music; you develop a healthy sense of snobbery.

“Not pretentiousness,” he explains to Sam as they roam the wide aisles at their favorite record store. “Pretentiousness would mean I was faking, and I am not faking. I don’t even know if I’m capable.”

“Oh, I know you’re not capable,” Sam says. “And you know, you don’t have to tell me what pretentiousness means.”

“Sorry. That would be the snobbery.”

“It’s like that. Always needs the last word.”

Eddie laughs a little. He takes a step back and watches Sam almost waltz down the aisle. They’re in the used rock ‘n’ roll section, which feels both funny and apropos. The manager on duty is playing the R.E.M. record from earlier this year (That’s me in the corner …), but Sam, for reasons perhaps he doesn’t even understand, is humming “Still the One.” Eddie laughs again when he notices. Leave it to Sam to hum a soft rock song from fifteen years ago. Like it makes perfect sense. Like everybody should be doing it. He always has the strangest selections stuck in his head. And God, he’s beautiful for it.

Before Sam, Eddie wasn’t sure he could really be in love. Attracted, fine. Infatuated, possibly. He thinks back to his adolescent infatuation with a guitar-playing boy at Holy Cross who had Rob Lowe eyelashes. That was the closest he thought he could ever get to being in love, L-U-V! Thought he was too busy, too nerdy, too smart to have time for anybody. But then, there was Sam. Out of nowhere. Beautiful and out of nowhere. Smarter than Eddie in so many ways (too many ways, sometimes). Impossible to stop talking to. Impossible to stop staring at. In the right light (or darkness), impossible to stop kissing. Sometimes he could smack his old man across the face for being on the outs with Linda for so long. Maybe then he would have met Daniel’s friend Sam sooner. Maybe then he could have known more about love.

Sam turns around and points his finger at Eddie like he’s Harrison Ford in Witness.

“I’m gonna make you a mixtape,” he says.

Eddie chuckles.

“You are?” he asks. “What am I, fifteen? And a girl?”

“Don’t disparage mixtapes. Or fifteen-year-olds. Or girls. All are welcome.”

“If you made me a mixtape, what would you put on it?”

“I would never tell you. That’s the point of the mixtape. The surprise of it all. That you don’t know until it’s in your hands.”

“But you know it’s all gonna be music I already know. We checked out our record collections. With the exception of my Moby Grape and your weird 45 of some German guy narrating Rumplestiltskin, we had almost 100% overlap.”

Sam shakes his head like he’s been sitting on this for a while. Knowing Sam, he probably has. He has all these theories based on clever anecdotes and questions he writes down in the margins of his books. It would kill him to hear it, but Eddie knows he’d make a damn fine doctoral student.

“It’s not the point of the mixtape to introduce the listener to something new,” Sam says. “It’s the point of the mixtape for the listener to know what songs make the mixtaper think of them.”

“Are you trying to convince me that mixtaper is a word?”

“I’m trying to convince you it should be.”

Eddie laughs again. Sam’s too good at that. Even when he wants to buckle down and be serious, there’s just something about him. It’s like if Peter Pan spent every other year in London, or if Tinkerbell was in a better mood all the time. He’s beautiful for it.

“I’m serious,” Sam says, almost digging his shoes into the floor. “I’m gonna make you a mixtape. As soon as I get home. And you’re gonna like it.”

Eddie smiles. If he thought he could get away with kissing Sam in the middle of a music store on a Saturday afternoon, he would. Instead, he makes a note to do it as soon as they get back into the car. He looks at him and lets his smile grow into a grin.

“I trust you,” he says.

It’s incredible, Eddie thinks, to know it’s the truth.

#drabble #ch: eddie costa #ch: sam doyle #ship: brown-eyed handsome man #year: 1991

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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Rewards and gifts

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork said - " I LOVE Steve in this shirt. How about something fluffy with hints of smut. Or full smut. With way you wanna do it. Short or long as you want babes. 😍 "

Wtf this was supposed to be a drabble...

Summary - Steve looks so handsome in his sexy blue shirt. You don't want him to leave. So you come up with a diabolical plan.

Warnings - smut, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, spanking, edging, slight voyeurism, light anal, mean daddy Steve, porn with very little plot.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x brat!reader

Word count - 2k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You leaned against the door to the walk in closet you shared with your fiancee. Picking at the doorframe, you leaned against it, trying to sneakily look at your Steeb pushing his hair back with the black brush you decorated with pink rhinestones.

“Why are you sulking doll?” He asked putting the hairbrush down and turning to look at you.

“I’m not sulking!” You huffed. How dare he insinuate that? Even if it was true, how dare he?

“You’ve got that cute little pout on your face” He couldn’t suppress his grin. He turned back to the dressing table mirror, Spristing some of that Tom Ford perfume you have him. Which you bought with his card but whatever. It’s basically the same thing. It’s a good thing he doesn’t know how much it costs or he’ll probably lose his mind.

You couldn’t help but hum as as you looked at his muscles flexing, barely contained in his tight fitted shirt. It was a good thing you ‘accidentally’ got him a size too small. He was never really interested in shopping for himself. He only ever bought boring things. “I’m sorry what?” You snapped back to reality. Dragging your mind out of the gutter.

He only chuckled, walking closer to you. “What’s wrong princess?” He cooed cupping your cheek.

You sighed leaning into his touch. “I’ll just really missed you” You spoke softly imitating the look of a kicked puppy to get what you want. “Can’t I come with you?” You asked jutting your bottom lip out.

He let out a shaky breathe. He hated saying no to you. You never really asked for much anyway. But it was supposed to be a ‘guys night'. Everyone on the team already teased him about being so whipped for you. Which was annoying but not that big of a deal. He loved you and wasn’t afraid of showing it. But he didn’t want them making you feel uncomfortable the whole night.

On the other hand. He couldn’t bear the thought of being away from you. Not when you looked at him so sweetly, tugging the helm of your pale pink nightie, a nervous tick of yours.

“Please?” You let out the smallest of whimper. If you overdo it, you’ll come off as bratty.

“Alright princess you can come.” He finally relented and caught you as you jumped in his arms peppering kisses all over his face.

Steve only gave you 15 minutes to get ready so you had to really hurry along. You quickly went through your clothes looking for the best one. You smirked when you stumbled upon something that would be perfect. To give Steve a taste of his own medicine.

Steve texted the guys on their group chat that he would be bringing you along. And as expected they all started calling him whipped. And a lover boy. Though they knew better than to say anything even remotely bad about you.

His breathe hitched as he took in what you were wearing. A skin tight sparkly pink dress, that really didn’t leave much for the imagination, paired with silver heels. He could tell you weren’t wearing a bra when he saw the impression of the hard nubs of your nipples.

“I didn’t have time to do my make up. So I’m only wearing lip gloss” You said smacking your lips “How do I look?” You asked twirling for him. “I’m not wearing spanx. Does that look weird?” You looked down at your tummy and love handles sticking out in the dress. Oh well, you were dressing up for yourself and it looked fine to you. “Whatever.” You shrugged. “Let’s go.”

“I – princess I’m going to ask you something. And you have to be completely honest.” He said so gravely that it intimidated you. “Are you wearing panties?” He asked his voice strained.

And you giggled mischievously. “Nope” you said popping the ‘p'. You turned around lifting your dress and flashing your ass. “Is that a problem?” You asked over your shoulder, feigning innocence.

“You’re being a tease and a bad girl. You do know what happens to bad girls?” You turned around to look back at him. And it was a mistake. His arms were crossed over his chest. His shoulders so broad, his biceps so large, and holy shit is this God of a man really yours?

“That’s like the pot calling back to the kettle.” You huffed.

“What do you mean?” He asked quirking a brow at you.

You walked over to him in long strides, not very graceful in your 3 inch high heels. You squeezed his bicep “Look at these! It has to be a crime to look this good!” You complained growling at him. And yes you do realise how ridiculous you are being. But the sight of him in that shirt made you so wet you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“You and this – uh – sex shirt! You’re so sinful! So don’t you go calling me a tease.” Your hand subconsciously fondled his pert pectoral through the shirt. Not having the least bit of shame as you looked at him, headstrong, not backing down. Even if the shirt basically made you putty.

“Sex shirt?” He cringed.

“Mm-hm. Now come on let’s go or we’ll be late.” You turned around to collect your clutch but in a flash of a second he had hauled you and manhandled you over his lap.

He pulled your dress up exposing your plump ass. Taking a handful he massages it. Any good spanking session begins with a warm up after all. “You planned this didn’t you? You little minx.” He cruelly snickered at your yelp as his hand met your ass. Leaving a stinging burn. “Well now you get what you wanted. Daddy will stay with you now. And teach you a lesson. How do you feel about that?” He asked giving two quick slaps to your other cheek.

“Yes – yes I’d like that. I’ve been so bad. You need to set me straight daddy.” You drawled wiggling your ass up to him. Wordlessly asking for more. You gasped as he smacked you especially hard. Feeling liquid collect between your legs.

“That’s right baby I do. Remember you don’t get to cum tonight until you show me you’ve learned your lesson. Understood?” He asked reigning two hard slaps on your upper thighs.

“Yes! Yes daddy.” You cried tears trailing down your cheeks. But you still needed more.

“Tch” he clucked teasing your folds and collecting your slick. “You’re not off to a good start. Already ruining my pants.” He said harshly plunging two of his fingers inside you. “Is it because of the shirt?” He wanted to know.

“No daddy. That’s all you.” And he didn’t have to look at you to know that you were grinning unabashedly as he fucked you hard with your fingers. He could tell you were close when he felt you squirming against his hold and clenching on his digits.

He quickly pulled them out of you as you whined loudly stomping your leg on the couch. “Behave.” He warned slapping your already bruised bottom.

He flipped you onto your back and settled himself between your legs. He shoved his fingers in your mouth. “Clean them up.” He ordered.

And you suckled loudly. Longing so desperately to cum that you’d do just about anything.

He abruptly pulled them out. He easily tore your precious, beautiful dress. And you wailed. Actually hurt. “What the hell?!” You screamed. You really liked that dress.

“I can buy you another one princess.” He leaned over you. His face so close to yours that you could feel his hot breathe on your lips. “You have no idea just how crazy you make me. Do you?”

You only huffed looking away. Still salty about your ruined dress. You tried not to enjoy it when he closed his mouth over a nipple, rolling the other one in his fingers. Muttering sweet apologies against your skin as he trailed kissed down until he reached your core.

You had to spread your legs wide, somewhat uncomfortably, to accommodate him. You looked down at him, and damn he still look so delicious. The color really brought out the blue in his eyes. Which were almost black now.

You shuddered as he wrapped his mouth around your bundle of nerves, sucking harshly on it. He had made you squirt once. Maybe you could do it again. Ruin that glorious shirt.

He sucked and drank from you, occasionally prodding at your pluckered hole, using his fingers here and there. But he either slowed down or stopped to a halt whenever he felt you were at the edge of your orgasm.

You were beyond frustrated. Your hips and thighs aching from being spread for so long. You almost considered saying your word, to make him stop to a halt. But it was a beautiful kind of torture. One which you wanted to end, but at the same time didn’t. You were too delirious to think.

“Oh” You let out a breathe when he pulled away from your core picking up his ringing phone from the coffee table.

“It’s Bucky” He said looking at the caller id. “here sweetheart” He handed the phone to you settling back between your legs. “Why don’t you answer him? Tell him we won’t be able to make it.” He said licking up a stripe against up your warm folds.

You whimpered but accepted the call. Beggars can’t be choosers. “He-llo” You stammered trying to stay silent. You weren’t that shameless.

“Oh y/n” He said obviously expecting to hear Steve’s voice. “Where are you both? What’s taking so long?” And you really tried to contain a moan by slapping a hand against your mouth, when Steve curled his fingers inside you, but it slipped out. “Are you okay?” He asked his voice laced with concern for you.

“Yeah. I just have a stomach bug. I’m sorry we can’t come Buck” you hissed.

“Eh. Don’t worry about it doll. I’ll come check in on you tomorrow. Get well –“

You hung up the phone before he could completely. Going limp as you felt your orgasm crashing over you. Seeing white spots in your vision. You felt as if you blacked out.

The next morning, or afternoon, you woke up late. Because your favorite guy kept you up till 4 in the morning. He was missing from your apartment. You decided to forego your shower since you had taken a long bath with him after he thoroughly fucked you.

You still felt the burn between your thighs, all your muscles sore as you worked on getting your coffee ready. You perked up when you saw Steve entering the kitchen and putting two paper bags on the counter. Hoping he got you some food you quickly sneaked a peek in them. Only to see the logos on the bags saying ‘gucci' and ‘prada'.

“Huh?” You asked confused as you looked into the.

He was just a bit offended that you went straight for the bags without even acknowledging him. But then he heard your stomach rumbling and chuckled. Maybe he should’ve picked up some donuts or macaroons for you.

He swatted your hands away. Opening the huge black box to reveal a lavender dress, adorned with pink roses stitched into its ruffles. He immediately thought of you when he saw it. It was made for you.

You squealed at the sight of it. Snatching it from his hands and hugging it close to you.

“I’m sorry about your dress princess.” He kissed your forehead. He was really sorry. He knew how much you liked your things. And as bratty as you can be, you were never wasteful with them.

So he pulled the cream colored box out of the gucci bag. “You need to have a purse to go along with it.” He said revealing a pink sling bag. Which matched the small pink roses on the dress.

And yes. You found other ways to thank him for the generous gifts.

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saiyanqueenreads · 5 years ago

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Gravity Falls Stangst Fanfiction Recommendation Master List

Here are some of my favorite Stangst stories that I’ve read, re-read, and collected over the past few years. Some are old ‘classics’ while some are new or still updating. They’re listed in alphabetical order by title for easier searching.

The list will be updated periodically as I find great new stuff. Newly added stories are labeled with a ++

***Please read any tags/warnings before reading, as some of these stories may deal with upsetting topics and situations***

Short and sweet (under 10k words):

A better nightmare by eeveelotions A Better World by Metaphoricaltigers A Fortunate Stroke of Serendipity by heartfeltword a second twin by anonymous A Trip Down Memory Lane by Deanwinchestersgirl4 ...And Count To Ten by impish_nature and you are paranoid in every paragraph by mackdizzy Bacardi by twinkinu Back in Time by mythomagicallydelicious Bad Habits by carbonatedblood Bad Thoughts by Cali_brate Barely Breathing by corvidcall (anathema15) blame me when there's no one left to blame by anistarrose Bridges Burned by angellteeth Broken hearts, broken minds by Crazycatscarmen Broken Toys by logicalbookthief Butterfly Effect: Branded by TheAngelofFate Casual affection by laudanum_and_wine Casual Observations by MotherOftheUniverse Change Comes All At Once by IrenkaFeralKitty Change of Heart by LogicalBookThief Choice by FriendlyCybird Dark by EvenAtMyDarkest Deadly Omens by IconicAnemone Death of Me by DarkwoodWolf Die Schatten Werden Länger by emjam Drift Away by Rymdunge Emergency Contact by madwriter223 Ever-newer Waters by dorbee Family Meeting by Windsett Fear of the Dark by Thesnadger feels like we only go backwards by WDW Finding the Right Frequency by impish_nature Five Bells by Spaceless_Sea Ford vs His Family by detectivejigsaw give me some time, I'm living in twilight by Base12 Hate Vs. Anger by MintGreenMare He Himself by asbelow He Let Go by mythomagically-delicious Heaviness of Heart by Leesbian Hello, Nightmares, My Old Friend by artsymeeshee He's Not Dead by Koraesdoodles Hide and Seek by Crazycatscarmen Hold by MotherOftheUniverse I Imagine He'd Find it Violating by MotherOftheUniverse I Want to Come Home by Angelia Dark If it's broke, don't fix it by detectivejigsaw Illusion by anistarrose I'm So Sorry by Keleficent Imaginary Friend by Logicalbookthief Impulsive Acts by BuzzCat Incandescence by pessimisticvirtuoso Intellectual Adequacy by paperjamBipper It deepens like a costal shelf by howevernot It's Okay by Halogalopaghost (Lartovio) Just in Time by verysorrytobother Legacy by BethKerring Like Father Like (Adopted) Son by jacky-rubou ++ Limbo by emjam Long-Distance Call by LogicalBookThief Lost and Found by rubyflakes Lost on the Desert to Die by verysorrytobother Make Me Believe Again by fex_libris Maybe Spit Some Blood at the Camera (Just Say Alive) by Voidfish memory smackdown by untrustworthyglitch Mindscape and Memories by RandomNoodleDish molecules wrapped in silk by moroodors More Than Just the Spare by LogicalBookThief Necessity and Desire by mythomagicallydelicious Needing/Getting by GraboidFarmer Nightmare Town by Giroshane No by Tired TM No Brother of Mine by brook456 No Need for Tending by Cutiebat Not To Be Blamed by ambigiousgelpens Nothing's Even Wrong and it's sequel by FriendlyCybird Of Ending Summers and Endless Stars by EpitheicalPseudonym Oh Brother, My Brother by monkeyihihji On a Small Craft Somewhere Out in the Arctic by thesnadger Oneshots Collection by pessimisticvirtuoso Onyesha by ArtsyMeeShee / pessimisticvirtuoso Pet Humans by thesnadger Photographic Memory by impish_nature Pitt Cola on the Porch by Oh_Mellow Plans made and executed (Only to be foiled) by Crazycatscarmen Playing Pretend by Lizzy322 Pulling My Weight (In Gold) by Cyane putting the dog to sleep by parsnipit Quietus by optimisticvirtuoso Real Men (Don't) Cry by Nicnac Regrets by AgentPrettyGuy Remorse by RadioactiveDeLorean Salt Water in my Veins by a_solitary_marshmallow Scourge by XxDecipheringGravityFallsxX Self-Starvation by detectivejigsaw Separation Anxiety by factuals-fanfics should've just held my tongue by howevernot ++ Shut Up by eeveelotions Siren Song by mythomagically-delicious Sixer by Keleficent Smile Like You Mean It by Logicalbookthief Somehow – Someday by Callipraxia Sooner or Later by twinkinu Spill It by pessimisticvirtuoso 'Stanford' Pines by impish_nature Starving Works by PorcelanaRota Stay With Me by Keleficent Stone Cold Crazy by Alverrann Suffocating by CrownedAnxietyAttack Suffocating Part 1 & Suffocating Part 2 by saddle-up-dipper Ten Years by Runs_With_Wolves1 The Bouncer by sherlockfreak The broken pieces smile by Crazycatscarmen The Defective Twin by Elysianhyena The difference between holding and gripping by detectivejigsaw The Different Path by Bill_Cipher666 The Guttering Candlelight of a Tired Soul by 3HobbitsInATrenchcoat The past and the future by crazycatscarmen The Phoenix in the Birch Trees by anistarrose The Weird Old Man (who kinda looks like dad) by MotherOftheUniverse This Is What Dreams Are Made Of by fordanoia tie a noose around your mind by Word_Adict Tough Love by hattafan2593 Treading Water by phoenix (PrettyRedEyes) Two Sided by littleoptimistme Unless I Be Relieved By Prayer by thesnadger Untitled (sequel to Long Distance Call) by snapback-gravity-falls We Must Not Look at Goblin Men, We Must Not Buy Their Fruit and its continuation Growing Up Is Optional by logicalbookthief ++ Week Two – Travel by FriendlyCybird Wherever We Go... by IncomingAlbatross Wherever We Go by AlexTWDgr01 Who We Are, Who We Want To Be by BadonKaDank Wishful Thinking by Raven Darkwood year of atonement (busywork 1) by transmascdreamxd You're Home Now by Keleficent You're (Not) My Dad by MotherOftheUniverse Your Heart's to Big For Your Body by MotherOftheUniverse

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1 Step Forward, 20 Years Back by Ppleater A Deeper Understanding by Sand_wolf579 A Man Made of Stone by RanblesandDragons A Stan's best friend by Eeveelotions A terrible case of the past by edoro ad infinitum by nicnac918 Always Something There to Remind Me by ObsessionIsMyOppression and I dream about home by invalidinthewilds And You Were Not So Old by Anonymous As Long As We're Together by PaperandInk Avarice by Haberdashing Backup Host by EnlighteningGravity Bitter Sweets and Baby Teeth by Eeveelotions Blind Faith by pinesinthewoods Blind Faith: Decent into the Bezumiye Caves by HowAboutThat Borrowed Time (sequel to Back in Time) by mythomagicallydelicious Brand of a Dreamer by impish_nature Be Good To Him by Angelia Dark Breaking Stan by detectivejigsaw by the skin of your teeth by apathetic_revenant Calendar Pages and its sequel by Hinny_B Cascading Chaos by impish_nature Cellular Memory by bgtea Changing Tides and Tribulations by Vcorrigan Cutting the Knot by Sarah1281 Dead Is Dead (a continuation of Logicalbookthief's Broken Toys) by boy-with-the-pink-hair Deja Vu by interlude the Dyslexic Stan series by Caliras Fisherman's Knot by scribefindegil Five Years Older by Nicnac Ghost of a chance by DarylStorey Goodbye Stranger by verysorrytobother hide and seek by parsnipit High School with the Pines Twins (Stan Edition) by Mother_Mortician History Affects the Future by Aaronna how proud I'd be by apathetic_revenant Infinity Falls, and its sequels by Artistic_Arteries Life Support by Lavender Cat Life's Work. Life's Worth. by RamblesandDragons Measurably Away by Neelh Never Again by Crazycatscarmen Nothing more than Feelings by detectivejigsaw One Rainy Night by detectivejigsaw per aspera by parsnipit Phobos by impish_nature Please Don't See Me by a_solitary_marshmallow Precipice by Peanut_Butter_Wizard Pyramid Scheme by illumynare Return Backwards to the Past Again 4 by detectivejigsaw Rewind by a_solitary_marshmallow Right on Time by Sarah1281 Salesman's Smile by EnlighteningGravity Shots by LogicalBookTheif Side Effects May Vary by Angelia Dark Snakes by scribefindegil Some Sunny Day by anistarrose Something by plaidventurer Somewhere in the Woods by MotherOftheUniverse Stars and Trees by jikanet_tanaka Stratosphere by Scarper_Von_Hyde Takin' Care of Business by The_Lionheart Tale of the Pines by Runs_With_Wolves1 The Talk to Me AU series by verysorrytobother The Author of the Journals, Stanley Pines by ShyEye The Adventures of a Small Gargoyle Stan Pines by RamblesandDragons The Crooked Kind by underatomicskies The Days You Didn't Mention by Anonymous_Astronaut The Light Keeper by impish_nature The Man Downstairs by GinAndShatteredDreams The People That We Always Hoped We Would Be by The_Lionheart the small part by hapful The Whole of Us (is greater than the sum of our broken pieces) by nicnac918 The Wrong Stan by detectivejigsaw This Is the End of Us I Swear by pinesbrosfalls (fangirl0430) Time Has Changed Me (And Left Me Full of Doubt) by asbelow Towards the Sun by Foil Candle Two Months and a Deal series by Fandomchild Two Old Men and the Sea by embulalia Two Worlds, One Family by detectivejigsaw What I've Been Through by EasilySpooked What's Owed by AngeliaDark Where he goes, I go by eeveelotions

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #gravity falls fanfic #stangst

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hale-13 · 4 years ago

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Ultraviolet

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 7 - Sunburn

The best part about having free run of Tony Stark’s penthouse in the Tower is the Olympic sized pool that overlooks all of Manhattan. Peter could happily spend the whole summer here.

Words: 2503, Chapters: 1/1 (Complete), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner

TW: Teenage Dumbassery

Read on AO3 or below the line break.

“Why are you wearing the Armani?” Peter asked, pushing the pair of battered bodega sunglasses he had been using for the past two years up to sit in his chlorine damp hair and squinting as his eyes adjusted to the dimmed lights of the penthouse. FRIDAY closed the automatic door to the balcony and pool behind him.

“First of all this is Tom Ford how dare you,” Tony said, pointing at him with the ‘dad finger’ but not looking up from his rapid texting. “Second of all I’m wearing the Tom Ford, not Armani you absolute heathen, because I have to step into a couple of meetings this afternoon.”

Peter hummed in confusion, taking a bottle of cold Gatorade (the red one because it was clearly the best flavor) from the fridge and chugging it before sitting on one of the barstools. Tony flicked his eyes away from his phone to glare at the puddle dripping off Peter’s swim trunks pointedly – Peter just smirked at him and cracked open the second bottle he had pulled from the fridge, sipping on it slowly. “I thought you were playing hooky all week?” Peter teased, referencing the plan Tony had laid out earlier in the week to do absolutely nothing of value while Pepper was out of town.

“That was the plan,” Tony conceded, tucking his phone into his inner jacket pocket and then fussing with the immaculate pocket square. “Pepper was supposed to land thirty minutes ago but she had to divert her plane to our LA office for… something. Honestly I wasn’t paying attention.”

“And that leads to you going to meetings?” Peter asked with a raised brow.

“Apparently,” Tony groused, pulling the colorful beach towel from around Peter’s neck and dropping it to the floor to soak up the puddle forming under the barstool. “Sorry buddy – I know I promised a week of fun bullshit but I think we both would prefer that I keep my head attached to my body so…”

“It’s fine,” Peter brushed off and it really was. To be honest, he was still tired from their thirty hour workshop bonanza and he could do with a nap. It was a pleasant day for June in New York with a good breeze and some light cloud cover – a nap on one of the obscenely large pool floats sounded heavenly. “I was thinking about napping anyway.”

Tony’s brow furrowed for a second before his hand darted out to land on Peter’s forehead. Peter batted his hand away, narrowly avoiding falling off the stool. “You don’t feel warm. Are you sick? FRI is the kid sick?”

“All vitals within normal limits Boss,” FRIDAY answered, almost sounding amused.

“I’m not sick! Teenagers can enjoy naps you know.” Peter protested, dodging another of his mentor’s attempts to check him for a fever. “It’s pretty much our MO actually.”

Tony rolled his eyes before slipping his tinted AR sunglasses onto his face. “Oh to be young again,” he said sarcastically, gathering up a couple thin files and his StarkPad, tucking his phone into his inner jacket pocket. “You sure you’ll be okay for a few hours?”

“Yes, Tony, jeez.” Peter said with an exaggerated eye roll.

“Oh joy, teenage snark. Aren’t I lucky?” His mentor questioned as he ruffled Peter’s hair into disarray, flinging little water droplets on the counter top and causing the loose curls to tighten up more as they dried. “I’ll be back in time for dinner. Want to grill?”

“Sounds good,” Peter said with a smile, finishing off his second drink and tossing the bottle in the recycling and waving as Tony entered the elevator. Peter let out a large yawn and stretched, sighing happily as his back popped and realigned, before hopping of the stool to gather his towel off the floor and get a couple bottles of water from the fridge.

The sun was bright and warm as he stepped back out onto the pool deck and Peter luxuriated in its warmth, momentarily blinded – he hated the cold more than anything and loved being out in the heat. It took him a few minutes to pick his pool float, Tony had collected an obscene number of ridiculous ones over the past month, but he eventually decided on the watermelon one for its large round shape. He loaded it up with his water, towel and sunscreen before pushing it into the pool and following it with a splash.

He agilely climbed up to sit in the middle and took the bottle of sunscreen, spraying on another protective layer before wadding his towel into a lumpy pillow and face planting into it. “Hey FRI?”

“Yes Peter?” FRIDAY’s voice asked from the waterproof speakers situated around the pool.

“Can you play my lofi playlist?” He nearly slurred, already half asleep.

“No problem Peter,” she answered before the soft music poured from the speakers and Peter let out a sigh before fully relaxing. There was truly nothing better than a nice warm nap out in the sun. The gentle rocking of the water was quick to put him into some of the best sleep of his life.

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“Peter? Peter! Wake up kiddo!”

Peter groaned, his body stiff and tight and hot and he cracked open his crusty eyes to stare at the edge of the pool. “T’ny?” He croaked out, mouth impossibly dry and vision blurred.

“Yes, Jesus, you really cooked yourself buddy. Can you paddle over here?” Tony was looking at him with worried eyes, pulling his jacket off and slipping out of his Italian leather loafers.

“Come over there?” Peter questioned, confused. The sun had sunk behind the tower and the rooftop was now covered in shade and Peter shivered. Why was it so cold?

“Pete focus up now. I need you to come to me.” Tony said, his voice patient but with the clear undercurrent of concern that he used when Peter had gotten himself into some form of trouble.

“Okay,” Peter grunted. He tried to shift his heavy arms and then gasped in pain, clenching his eyes shut. “Ouchies,” he mumbled, not making any effort to move again. A splash sounded and Peter opened his eyes to see Tony in the water with him, efficiently swimming over to his ridiculous pool float. “But Tom Ford,” Peter protested dumbly.

“This was last seasons suit anyway,” Tony dismissed as he reached the edge of the float, treading water. “I’m gonna help you get into the water Petey – you’re way too hot. It’s not going to feel all that great but you need to trust me alright?”

“You’re Iron Man,” Peter agreed, groggy. “Trust you.”

“Good to know buddy,” Tony said as he carefully reached out and put his arms under Peter’s chest. Peter let out a gasp as his mentor’s wet sleeve rubbed against his sensitive arm but kept his body limp and let Tony maneuver him to the edge of the float while barely keeping it from tipping completely over on them both. “Alright kiddo, take a deep breath for me and hold it okay?”

“Yeah,” Peter grunted before pulling in a large gulp of air and squeezing his eyes shut. To his benefit, Tony was fast – he lifted Peter off the float and dumped him into the water before hooking his forearms under Peter’s armpits and pulling his head up above water again. Peter coughed as he surfaced, more awake and aware now, and really feeling just how truly fucked he was. His skin from the back of his neck down was tight and burning and he remained limp to not stress out the damaged skin any more. “That sucked.”

“Sure did,” Tony agreed, carefully paddling the both of them to the shallow end of the pool where a gentle incline would lead back up to the pool deck. “Think you can walk if I help you?”

“Maybe,” Peter answered, but did adjust himself in the water so he was floating next to Tony with his arm wrapped around the man’s shoulder and Tony’s arm wrapped around his waist just below the edge of his swim trunks to prevent him from touching the tender skin of his back. Exiting the pool was difficult since Peter realized he had definitely burned the bottoms of his feet but, with Tony’s help, he was able to limp out of the pool and towards the penthouse door.

“We’ve gotta get you in some oatmeal,” Tony told him as they entered the living room. The cool air from the AC made Peter shiver but the cool polished concrete floor felt like heaven on the soles of his feet.

“Why oatmeal?” Peter asked, letting Tony steer him down the hall and past his own bedroom towards the master bedroom and into Tony’s own ridiculously huge bathroom.

“It’s an anti-inflammatory,” Tony told him as they entered the bathroom. The large porcelain tub that could probably fit seven or eight full grown men was filling with tepid water mixed with oatmeal – clearly FRIDAY had been listening to their conversation and had acted accordingly. Well that or Peter had missed when Tony had asked her to set it up.

It took some maneuvering, but, soon, Peter was lying face down in the tub, his head pillowed on a pile of soft towels with Tony applying damp washcloths soaked in the cool water and oatmeal to the parts of his back that weren’t submerged in the water. Peter shivered violently once, his failing thermoregulating attempting and not succeeding in functioning, before he just lay, missable, in the tub.

“Close your eyes,” Tony said, wetting another washcloth in the sink with clean water only and wiping his face down. He frowned as his hand ran over Peter’s forehead and he draped the cloth over Peter’s face and eyes to cool the reddened skin. “You’ve got quite the fever brewing Webs.”

“I just wanted a nap,” Peter moaned and he heard Tony let out a little sad sounding chuckle.

“I know. Just relax and try to cool down for now,” and then he stood up and walked to the door. “I’m going to grab you some dry shorts and get the bed set up. Try not to drown.” It took more effort than Peter thought it would but flipping Tony off over the lip of the tub was totally worth it.

He fell into a light doze from there – drifting off as the stinging in his back dulled down to a more comfortable level. “Oh Peter,” Bruce said from above him and Peter jerked in the tub, dislodging the washcloth from his face and causing his body to let out a sting of pain and protest. He let out a little grunt and Dr. Banner winced from above him. “Sorry Pete. I thought you heard me come in. You really burnt yourself.”

“I know,” Peter said, wanting to be irritated but too tired to feel much of anything. Bruce gave him a sad smile.

“According to FRIDAY your temp is down enough we can get you out,” Bruce told him as Tony leaned over the tub as well so both of them were staring down at him. Peter just blinked. “Let Tony and I do most of the work – you don’t want to stress your muscles. Once we can get you out and dried off I’ll get you started on some fluids and electrolytes and that should help some. And my aloe plant donated a couple of leaves to the cause.” Dr. Banner joked. Peter gave him a weak smile in response, not really looking forward the the execution part of Bruce’s plan.

Getting lifted out of the tub was nothing short of agony even though Tony and Bruce lifted him under his armpits again and left him leaning his chest heavily against the bathroom counter to keep as much weight off his feet as possible. Bruce pointedly left the room and Peter endured a few mortifying moments where his mentor had to help him dry off and change into a loose pair of athletic shorts that sat low on his hips so as to not interfere with the burn. He was going to have an awful tan line by the end of this he thought sadly, taking in the lobster colored skin of his back and neck.

Bruce crept back in moments after and had Peter lean his hip against the sink so that he could place the IV catheter into his forearm while standing – making it easier on both of them once they would get him settled into bed. The California king sized bed had been stripped down to just its fitted sheet and, with a little assistance, Peter did a controlled flop face first into the memory foam pillows, letting his eyes shut as he felt Bruce connect the IV line and the cool rush of fluids through his veins.

He was nearly out when a cold plop on his back tore his eyes back open in surprise and he felt immediate relief from his tight, hot skin where the wet mass had landed. “Feels good,” he slurred drowsily as a careful hand massaged the goop into his back. A second set was working on his tight calf muscles, loosening them up and easing the burn.

“Fresh aloe,” Dr. Banner told him. Nothing better for a sunburn.”

Peter hummed in agreement and let himself drift off, finally comfortable.

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“I just wanted a nap,” Peter whined as he limped and hobbled into the kitchen of the penthouse almost three days later, Tony following a few steps behind to catch him if he fell over and relying on the walls and his ability to stick to anything to keep him from falling. “I wore sunscreen!”

“Clearly not enough,” his mentor told him, voice tight with irritation. Peter had been saying the same thing on repeat since he woke up from his nap and it was clearly grating the man’s nerves. Peter opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, cracking it open and taking large gulps. Even days later and after Bruce pumped him full of fluids Peter still felt parched and dehydrated. “You know you’re supposed to reapply like every hour in direct sunlight and water right?”

“Well I do now,” Peter answered, leaning against the stove so he could take the weight off his legs. His skin still felt so tight that it felt like it may burst. And the blisters… best not to think about it. Tony clocked the movement.

“Time for more aloe,” he said pointedly, shooing Peter off toward his bedroom. “I’ll get it out of the freezer and be right behind you.”

“Thanks Mr. Stark,” Peter said as he hobbled away. He passed by the door to the pool, the water sparkling brightly in the mid-afternoon sun and he looked at it thoughtfully. “Redo next week,” he promised to himself. He’d just have to get FRIDAY to wake him up every hour next time. Besides, he needed to even out his tan.

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump7 #Summer of Whump 2021 #Prompt: Sunburn #spider man #irondad

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mymadmedleyw · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Review

I was tagged by @dp-marvel94 (I am just saying this is my very first occassion to by tagged in a thing like that, so filling this made my day really, thank you!)

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

22 – wow, that sounds many…

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

206.997, and more than the half belongs under one idea – that’s creepy…

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Oh, it’s many… once, I am into something, I have to write in that – surprisingly I am addicted to DP for nearly a year, and nothing else.

(But little bit of history, from the newest to the oldest: Danny Phantom, The Irregulars (that was really a short one), Guardians of Childhood/Rise of the Guardians (my very first finished multi-chaptered one was in that), Dark, Charmed (the old one, not the new series), Gravity Falls, Venom, Doctor Who, a crossover within Tangled: The Series and Milo Murphy’s Law, Death Note/Death Note: Another Note; and I had some ideas about a Rick and Morty and Gravity Falls crossover, and it seems I never uploaded here my concept about a not crossover Tangled: The Series idea, and either an independent one in Rick and Morty, hm… shame. Most of those are not finished. Okay, like 99% of it…)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Core (Danny Phantom), stand-alone, ~3k

What The Past Holds (Danny Phantom), wip, ~91k

Pitch’s Secret (Guardians of Childhood/Rise of the Guardians), finished, ~14k

We are not alone (Venom), really short one, ~1k

Phantom (Danny Phantom), stand-alone, ~2k

5. Which of your fic do you want more attention for?

Definitely it’s WTPH. It’s my current work. The idea about it came in December, and since that, I am working on that constantly. At first, I had ideas for eight chapters, and nothing else. Now, it grew into this monstrosity: a side-line (Bonds Over Time), and a collection that contains the deleted scenes or ideas that appeared in my mind and could fit into the story (Bits Of The Past), and also an entirely finished concept for Vlad’s past (Certain Moment Of Time), that could be connected to it too.

I also put many headcanons in that, and ticks of characters, and parallels, and layers that I just love: like Vlad having a sister and some details about his family background, Dan having Vlad’s memories too, how the explosion in the Nasty Burger happened and how Dan turned out like that… some precious things, really, but I won’t elaborate much, in case of anyone wants to give a read to it. Overall, I tried to make the TUE-mess into a somewhat more reasonable logical mess – if I managed to do that at all. I don’t know I’m just like a mother with a new-born with it: look, it’s my child! I made it! I developed it! here, hold it! and love it too, as much as I do! (Sorry, I don’t know how that metaphor came…)

6. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Even if it’s a kudo, or a keysmash as a comment, I write back. I mean, if someone writes – literally anything – and spends time with it, I write them back too. (And my very bad habit, that sometimes, if the comment hits an interesting thought, I tend to explain the background behind that more, and accidentally spilling some things I shouldn’t yet... In many cases, it’s like a brainstorming, and then I use that idea. I mean as, for example many of @dp-marvel94’s comments on ff, made me to realise some things, and how then I fixed those forgotten parts made my story along with it much better – once, I will list them, and you’ll be surprised how long is that list, and how obvious things I forgot about entirely…)

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Okay, I don’t have many finished story – shame on me. So, I’ll count the shorts. I think it’s then Phantom. It rolls around the idea what if in Forever Phantom, Danny can’t change back to Phantom, and his parents blame Phantom for the disappearance of Danny, and they start chasing madly the ghosts, making them leave the human realm once and for all – which means, Danny has to go with them. It’s really a short fic, but I very like this idea, and it was my very first in this fandom. (I was watching DP that time, I mean, getting familiar with it, but this idea got stuck in my head as I watched that episode, so that was my introduction here. Also, I watched my very first DP episode that time, which means, less then a year ago, so, I am that newbie here…) I am not spilling the end of the story, but it doesn’t have a very happy end I could say.

8. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Uh, yes? I have a crossover within Tangled: The Series and Milo Murphy’s Law. It’s unfinished, but that time I thought Milo and Varian have the same vibe, including clumsiness. It was only a short idea that time, but it’s definitely worth once to continue or finish somehow. I have a crossover within Rick and Morty, and Gravity Falls. That is standing within my very big idea, but it’s halfway written on my original language and English and that’s like after how a certain trilogy end, but it has some mentioning of ideas I never finished, so yeah… it’s not even published anywhere. Maybe, once, I’ll decide what language I prefer for that, and translate the other part and then, hardly, but I’ll finish it some day... – or, never, it actually would be a very big bite if I try to imagine it.

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don’t remember to that. I mean, my main story (WTPH) kind of not everyone’s preference, ’cause of Dan, so that’s already divides the readers and I haven’t got all in all many comments yet on my stories (kudos are appreciated too, I am shy too to leave comments on fics, so don’t worry, I get it), so I think I haven’t got any. But I'd be curious to experience if someone reads one of my stories and leaves behind a comment that then criticizing it. I mean, I’d be open to learn what part is not fitting, or just too much. (I am surprised that no one ever mentioned my ’weird’ sentences. I mean for me those make sense, but those make sense for a native English person too? I’m always worried about that…)

10. Do you write smut? if so what kind?

Uh, yeah, I did. Not very proud of it, though I don’t have a heart to orphan that work. I mean, it belongs to me too. Sometimes I wonder to delete some of my works, but then I realise, no, that’s me, I won’t pretend where I came from, and shove into the dustbin my mad thoughts... All in all, my stories now, for a while, are much more family-friendly – if, anything within DP could be really counted as ‘family-friendly’…

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah, I was very proud of my story back then, called Metamorphosis (Death Note), and I had a crazy idea and tried to translate it. So now, the first chapter is out there both in English and both in my native language, but I got stuck at the second chapter. I couldn’t translate wisely and logically the title of it to give out the many meaning it has in English. And I once tried to translate California (Gravity Falls) to English, but that would be a hard work, so I left it behind – maybe once…

Over that I sometimes has a crazy idea to translate back and forth my stories, no, beyond that, I haven’t had a fic translated from anyone else. And I think I am the only masochist that it ever crosses my mind, I guess…

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not really. I’d be curious to once do that – maybe, but I’m not sure...

(To tell the truth, I’d be worried about that. I’d be glad to do that once, but I am anxious if I could understand my co-writer, or not. I mean, do you have any idea that I have to give five reads to any longer comments to understand it? I understand those (and I really love getting those!), but I have to give many reads to make sure I understand those well, and then, making sure, I answer back right, and my sentences make sense. My fics have ’fancy’ words, and I love working in English, but sometimes it’s a curse it’s not my native one. So then, I’m constantly worried about interactions, if I receive well something, and if my sentences are understandable for others or not. So, in short, you can see my struggle here… same reason I don’t do Invisobang, but I am considering it...)

13. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I’m not very much a ship-type. But I count Danny and Sam, as a fix point. (Danny and Val was nice and I’d have been very glad to see them in more episodes, but let’s face it, that wouldn’t work, because both of them are too stubborn to choose their other life and if once, they would face with each other, knowing everything about the other, they’d remain allies or at most very good friends.) If, the question is, what are the ships in my head (but not necessarily just ‘romantic’) that I prefer to read, well, it’s Dan and Valerie. I love their dynamics, especially in Deliverance. I don’t know why I just love reading it.

For other reasons I ship Dani and Valerie. Though I can’t write romance and stuff like that, but in one of my planned ideas they are dating - sort-of...

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Okay, there are many. Surely, it’s my Gravity Falls story, called California, but that’s a huge one, and the first one in a trilogy (plus some additional side-lines), and mainly in my head for years, so yeah… I think I won’t ever reasonably finish that as it should be finished. A Tale of Fords (Gravity Falls) could be count as one too. Oh, and Envision and ties (Doctor Who). Sad to say, but yeah, I am always saying, “maybe once”, but I am not sure when…

15. What are your writing strengths?

Okay, this is a funny thing, but I’ve realised I can’t deal with many characters at the same time. So, I think my strength are dialogues and interactions within two people. And I get into their thoughts, so I guess if I have to word it somehow: it’s character-studies then.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Can’t handle more than two people. No, seriously, somehow it always turns out, the third is unconscious, sleeping, leaves the room, and so on. I’ve just recognised it recently, and it was a hilarious recognition…

I am also bad at actions, like very very bad, I don’t even try that, because my brain just simple can’t come up with fight-scenes at all. I think I only can write character-studies, and nothing else.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Oh, man… does it count I am not a native English-user? So, technically I ‘always’ write dialogues in another language? But jokes aside, sometimes, I have ideas that the people use another language, and I am like “are you aware, you can’t even write English slang?”, so then, I gave up. Right now, though, I am planning to add ASL in one of my future ideas. I am wrecking my mind, how to do that nicely – but that’s only a forming plan, and dated for next year, currently, I am only collecting ideas for that.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Does it count my very first fic was a fanfiction of one of my friend’s fanfiction in high school? She wrote a really good story – not shared anywhere, we were just giving each other the hand-written exercise book (oh, the old days…). If I remember well, it was a crossover within Supernatural and Queen of the Damned (the movie, not the book). I had no idea about Supernatural, but the story was good, but I was not satisfied with the end, and in secret I wrote another end for it, to myself. I’m not sure where is that anymore, but I clearly remember that was my very first written stuff, and that’s how my origin story began and how is I am here now.

(Oh, and once, I wrote a H2O fanfiction short story to my sister as a name-day present, in which she was a mermaid, discovering her powers during a holiday at a beach (we were at that time in Croatia in a family holiday, so the timing was fitting), and that was one of my very first fandoms to write in it too… God, I have no idea why I wrote it down, it just crossed my mind, and I remember I thought it was cute, I think she was eleven or twelve that time, so I am not sure she appreciated as much as I found it fun to write that…)

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

This is mean… anyway, currently it’s WTPH, for obvious reasons. But I am very proud how the Angst Week turned out (my work for that is called Certain Moment of Time). First of all, I doubted I would be able to write for every day, since I planned to do the whole DannyMay, but things turned out differently and I am still sad, I haven’t done many. But I did not just managed to write for all days, but all could be counted under one idea, and also each of the chapters could be read independently at the same time. It includes a little bit of background story about Vlad, about a rewritten time, his struggles at the hospital, things around Danny’s birth, how Danny managed to survive the Portal incident, how Vlad was informed about the Ghost Boy, and that actually Danny’s separation was just a ‘plan B’ that Vlad tried to avoid… it’s complicated to describe the many things in that, but when I feel WTPH an unescapable mess, and I am frustrated by the lack of proper words to finish the coming chapters, CMOT is my absolute favourite. And I love the whole idea about it. No, I’ll be honest, that’s my beloved so far (just because it’s finished). But I like so much too my idea about Dan and Dani in Bonds Over Time, how they try to live together a normal life… okay, let’s admit it, this question is mean, I seriously can’t tell, and I am thinking right now only my current ones…

20. What fic are you most proud of?

Okay, this is mean too. I am proud of my old works as much that I always go back to them when I am in a nostalgic mode. (I haven’t read any of my old ones in ages, because I try to avoid distractions, and knowing myself, I’d start thinking about the continuation and never finishing my current works at all...)

I am proud of Pitch’s Secret, because that was my very first multi-chaptered one idea that I actually managed to finish. That in fact, gave me the courage to start working on a multi-chaptered DP one. (My original plan was to be brave and aim doing eight chapters, to top the five, and I would have been very proud of myself, but instead now it’s way longer than that original idea, and I seriously don’t know when it will end – twenty chapters maybe?)

I think, if I don’t include the previous question. (It’s the same, isn’t it?) I am very proud of the first chapter in my Doctor Who fic. That doesn’t tell anything about the plot or about anything, that just gives a very good atmospheric background. Every time I read that, it gives me shivers.

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okay, I don’t know who to tag, anyone who feels like it, serve yourself, I am curious... :)

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Rewind Chapter 7 - Mistakes are Made

Oh jeez, I mean to post this days ago but I totally forgot! Whoops.

As you might have noticed, updates are coming pretty slow at the moment. This fic is getting hard to write, due to personal circumstances and shifting hyperfixations, but I will continue it once I’m able to get invested again. Until then, updates will probably be slow. Rest assured, this fic will be completed!

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter :)

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After a few more necessary hours of sleep, which for Ford were deep and dreamless, the construction itself began in two different corners of the lab. On one side Fiddleford dove into making a working prototype of the gun, while on the other side Ford began cooking up ammunition.

Few things could kill a dream demon. Protective unicorn magic could halt one, and the right concoction of ingredients could harm one, but working together they might just be able to kill one. Therein lay the rub – how could the two be combined into a single shot? Luckily, Ford didn’t have his three PHDs for nothing, and he was nothing if not persistent.

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By mid-morning he had worked out the necessary ratio of ingredients for the most effective attack power. By afternoon he had created the first prototype, and by late afternoon he had a dish full of them.

The final bullet design had a pill-like appearance, spherical in shape and filled to the brim with cloudy, iridescent magic. They made a glass-like tinkering noise as they dropped into their dish. Ford took a pair of tweezers and lifted one to the light, admiring its shine.

“That looks cool.” Stan said hesitantly from behind him – how long had Stan been being him? Ford yelped and fumbled, nearly dropping the capsule. “Sorry.”

“Don’t sneak up on me when I’m working!” Ford snapped. He hurriedly placed the ammunition back on its tray before it could get broken and turned to frown at his brother. Stan, for his part, looked suitably ashamed. “What are you doing down here anyway? I told you, you’re not allowed in the lab.”

“I know, I know!” Stan’s shoulders were around his ears and creeping steadily higher with each second that passed. “Just – I thought you and Fidds would be hungry? You’ve been doing your science thing for ages and I made food, so…”

“Oh.” For the first time, Ford comprehended the tray in his brother’s hands. “Well, thank you. You’re still not supposed to be down here though.”

Stan stood on his tiptoes to lift the tray onto Ford’s workbench. The normally exuberant boy seemed unusually down, stepping back and rubbing his arm after placing down his load, and a twinge of guilt went through Ford. Okay, maybe a little more than a twinge. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Look – Stanley. I need to apologize for my behaviour earlier. I shouldn’t have gotten short with you.”

Stan shrugged and did not meet his eyes. Ford crouched to be at his brother’s level.

“I. Um, those dreams you told me about. Did you have any more last night?”

Stan stared at his feet and mumbled, “No.”

Ford took a deep breath, but before he could speak Fiddleford called out from across the lab.

“Stanford, I could use a hand over here!”

Ford straightened and hurried over to where his partner was soldering parts together. The gun was beginning to take shape on his workbench – maybe the size of a small hunting rifle but thicker, runes scratched into every inch of shiny metal and shimmering with Bill-proof magic. Fiddleford lifted his soldering mask to wipe his damp forehead.

“I already added yer magic wards and the last of that shiny hair stuff, an’ I gotta finish the magazine. Hold the thing steady for me, will ya? It’s delicate and we’re all outta unicorn hair to make another one, so for god’s sake be careful.”

“Of course.” Ford slipped on a pair of heat-proof gloves and steadied the rifle while Fiddleford lined up the parts. He made sure to avert his eyes from the glow of white-hot metal as his friend worked.

“Watcha doing?” Stanley called from across the lab.

“Attachin’ the last piece.” Fiddleford called back, not taking his eyes off the rifle. “Don’t get to close, or ya might get burned.”

“What bit is that?”

“It’s where the ammunition is stored.” Fiddleford explained.

“Oh! Like the shiny things Ford made?”

“Exactly.”

Once the soldering was complete Fiddleford lifted his mask to inspect the job, squinting through his glasses. He nodded to himself.

“Could use a bit a’ fine-tuning, but I’d call that almost done.”

Footsteps sounded as Stanley approached cautiously. Fiddleford grinned at the child, who stretched onto his tiptoes to see the project. “Whaddya think?”

Stan’s eyes lit up. “That looks so cool! This Bill guy isn’t gonna know what hit ‘im!” He looked between Ford and Fiddleford. “Whaddya do with it now?”

“We gotta make sure everythin’ runs smoothly before anything.” Fiddleford pulled off his soldering mask and wiped his sweaty brow. “Ford, would ya get the ammunition? Once this thing cools down I wanna make sure the dimensions are right.” He began pulling off his thick gloves.

“I can do that!” Stan scurried over to Ford’s workbench, ignoring Ford’s cry. He grabbed the dish of capsules and trotted back with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever playing fetch. Ford let out a hiss.

“Be careful with those!” He snatched them from his brother’s hands, heart racing. The ammunition seemed unharmed, but you could never be too careful, especially when there was a child around. Especially when there was Stanley around. He acted so thoughtlessly sometimes, that was the reason Ford hadn’t allowed him down here in the first place!

Stan looked sufficiently ashamed. “Sorry, Ford.”

Ford placed the bullets down very carefully next to the cooling rifle. “Why don’t you go upstairs? This is delicate work.”

“But you guys seem really busy. I can help!”

“No, Stan. This is very important work and you might break something.”

“No, but I’m good at stuff!” Stan protested. “I can carry stuff, and punch people, and get unicorn hair! I can be useful. You wanna move this to a bigger table? I can do it, see?” And to Ford’s horror he grabbed the gun off the table. Ford snatched for it, but Stan had already yelped as his bare hands came into contact with scorching metal and the rifle slipped from his grip.

Fiddleford dove to catch it. He crashed chest-first into the ground and only barely managed to snag it before it was dashed against the floor as well. The ammunition was not so lucky – the dish overturned in the scuffle and pellets skittered every which way, disappearing under surfaces and around shoes. Stan fumbled to try and collect them, but he was only making it worse, knocking them away in his panic.

“Sorry, sorry sorry sorry-”

“I said no!” Ford roughly grabbed his brother’s arm and yanked him away from the workspace, ignoring Stan’s yelp. “Every time, every time I think we’re past this you just have to go and mess everything up again! Are you not capable of doing what I say for once in your life and just leaving well enough alone? I told you not to touch anything! You could well have destroyed our one chance at getting rid of Cipher once and for all!”

“I’m sorry, okay?!” Stan whined and tried to pull away – dodging responsibility once again, just like always. Ford growled and held him in place.

“Now, Stanley, you– quit squirming! – you will sit down and be quiet and not touch anything else, is that understood?”

“Ford, leggo!” Stan squeaked.

“You are to stay away from Fiddleford and I while we work. I will not have you sabotaging me again, not like you did at the science fair-”

Stan punched him in the face.

It was a weak blow from a tiny fist – it barely hurt – but the shock at having his brother strike him made Ford freeze. Stan ripped from his grip and stumbled back with a whimper that sounded dangerously like a sob.

…oh.

Ford didn’t even have to look at his brother’s pale, tearstained face to realize that he had, perhaps, gone a little overboard.

“Stanley-” Ford couldn’t think of anything to say. What was there to say? Stan looked terrified, and Ford supposed he cut a rather intimidating figure to such a small person. He reached out but Stan jerked away violently from his hand.

Why wasn’t Stan getting mad at him in return? The Stan Ford knew would have yelled right back. Ford could handle anger, but he had no idea how to handle fear.

“Stan, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

He reached out again, helplessly. The instant his fingertips touched Stan’s shoulder the child recoiled, throwing his hands up as if to defend himself. But surely he knew Ford would never hurt him?

“No! No no no don’t touch me leave me alone! Go away! I hate you and I don’t ever wanna see you again go away!”

Ford flinched, and Stan took the opportunity to spin on his heel and bolt for the stairs. Ford froze, torn between chasing after him and staying to clean up the mess.

“Ford, a little help!” Fiddleford yelped, and Ford made up his mind. He whipped around and hurried to help his friend lift the rifle back onto his workbench. As he took the weight of the rifle Fiddleford snatched his hands back, wincing at the bright red burns that seared across his palms. “Ouch.”

Ford was careful to keep away from the hot section of metal as he lifted the gun back onto the table. When it was secure he was finally able to take a breath and turn to his friend.

“Fiddleford, are you alright?”

“Ah’m fine, just gotta get these in some water. Where’d Stanley go?”

“I – I don’t know.”

Fiddleford’s eyes widened. “If he goes outside the barrier-”

There were more words, but Ford had stopped processing them. He bolted for the stairs.

Stan was such an idiot.

He hadn’t even stopped to put on shoes before running into the woods, and he already couldn’t feel his toes from the stinging cold. Well, who cared anyway? He just had to get away.

Stan’s numb foot caught on a root and sent him hurtling to the ground, grating his face and hands on frigid, snowy dirt. He let out a squeaking wheeze as the air left his squashed lungs, letting out little hitching coughs and sobs as he struggled to regain his breath.

Shut up shut up shut up, stop being such a wimp. He pushed himself up on shaky arms and sniffled, rubbing at his nose with a pathetic whimper.

Okay. So, everything was crashing down around him. That was fine. Everything was just fine. He still had – um.

What did he have?

There was something in his fist. Stan sniffed and uncurled his fingers to reveal a tiny shimmering pearl resting in his palm. He stared at it, blinking tears from his eyes.

“What the heck are you?”

Oh, wait. It was one of Ford’s bullet things. Stan’s grip tightened around it, that stupid little ball that was so important to his brother.

He placed it on the ground, climbed to his feet, and lifted a foot to stomp down on it.

And hesitated.

Because it was stupid, but Ford seemed to think these were so important, and Stan just couldn’t crush something that meant that much to his brother. He hiccupped and growled to himself.

He couldn’t do it.

Stan shoved it in his pocket and headed further into the woods.

Stan wasn’t in the house.

A quick, desperate search revealed Ford’s home empty. Luckily a fresh layer of snow lay on the ground outside – a trail of footprints disappeared into the woods and he bolted after them, snatching his coat on his way out. Of all the places to go! The forest wasn’t safe, Ford had to get his brother back inside the barrier where Bill couldn’t reach them-

His foot slipped on wet snow.

Ford barely had time to flail before his legs slipped from under him and his head hit a tree trunk with a decisive clunk.

#gravity falls #rewind #chapter 7

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