#SCREECHES SO LOUD/POS

[darknoverse]

Oh, look who is saying peekaboo! I gift you my Aku doodle ^^

(I drew him for the first time lez go😭)

And GUESS who is he starin at?😏

You'll see... Soon😈

you're gonna be the end of me please you draw him so good for a first time omgggggg

and like

/pos

[zephyrus-gremlin]

One day im gonna make a blog just for oc posting, and when i do the world will explode

[firstfirerebel]

𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟

Sumary: Lloyd is having a sleepover at the monastery of his father. Reader is close to Lloyd but struggles with the other ninjas

Pairing: Garmadon x reader (platonic), Lloyd x reader (mentioned crush)

Warnings: feeling outcasted, mention of past toxic friends, social problems, fluff

Readers gender/pronouns aren't stated, so read it as you ❤️

Standing in front of the monastery was harder than you first assumed. You weren't too keen on a sleepover with the ninjas. To everyone else, this would sound mad. A sleepover with THE ninjas! Others would kill to have that! It's just that you're not good in groups. You just always ended up being the outcast.

The poor friend that just swang along. Meanwhile, all the others were bffs.

Besides, you didn't even know the other ninjas. You were only close to Lloyd, and he wanted you to be there. After some of his puppy eyes, you accepted.

You were at the monastery before. You even knew Lloyds Father, but that didn't linger your fear. Maybe you could just turn around and go -

"Hey, (Y/n)! I'm glad you could make it!"Lloyd yelled of his window from his room and waved at you.

Great, no turning back now...

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In Lloyds room, you unpacked your bag. The others were already there. Kai had his stuff in front of Lloyds bed. Zane was next to Lloyds bed. Jay and Cole slept across, but still near, of Kai. And Nya was next Zane.

You put your stuff in the left corner, near Lloyds bed. You unpacked your pillow and blanket on the small mattress that was prepared for you. The last detail was your favorite stuffed animal, Lloyd gifted it to you when you two were at a funfair together. (Imagine it as what you want, I personally imagined an Eeyore type of stuffed animal)

Your bag with your other stuff was at the end of your sleep area.

"Okay, then let's get downstairs!"Jay screeched like a little kid.

"F-For what?" You asked quietly, but they either didn't hear or ignored you.

As the others ran downstairs, Lloyd turned around. He noticed that you weren't coming along.

"Are you coming (Y/n)? We want to play some video games, " the blonde explained.

Forcing a smile upon your lips worked as you followed him quietly.

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"Okay, guys. What shall we play?" Cole asked into the group.

"How abo-"

"Our Ninja Video Game!" Kai suggested, not noticing that he had interrupted you.

Since only four could play, the plan was to switch the consoles from time to time.

Lloyd, Kai, Jay and Zane were playing meanwhile Cole and Nya watched them.

You sat on the ground a little away from the others. You didn't get this game. But they seemed to love it. Maybe you could change the game later to something you actually liked to play.

"Oh no!" Kai whined as he got shot by the enemy.

"Yes! My turn!" Nya took the controller of her brother and started to play.

Jay got shot next so Cole got to play. As Zane was game over, you stood up to get the controller, but Jay was in your place faster.

"Ehm, isn't it my turn?" You asked, but they played that stupid game so loud they couldn't even hear you. No, all eyes were on the screen.

'Nothing will change. I'm just not cut out to be with others. I should just accept that.' With this thought, you silently left the living room and went to Lloyds room.

You saw how all the other sleeping areas were connected, except yours. It was away from the others. And that's how it was in real life. You didn't belong to them, they were a team and you? You were just someone who was friends with one of them.

As fast as you could, you packed your stuff back into your bag. Expect your stuffed animal. You needed to hug it now.

"(Y/n)? Shouldn't you be down with the others?" When you turned around, you saw Lloyds Father, Sensei Garmadon.

You kept quiet, hoping he'd go and mind his own business.

"You don't look good. Wanna have a tea?",

You didn't want to decline his nice offer, but on the other hand you wanted to get home as fast as possible.

"Come with me, you can tell me what's bothering you", with that he left Lloyds room and obviously intended you to follow him. You let out a sigh and took your plushie with you.

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"So, what is it?"

"I don't know what you mean, Sensei. I'm fine", Carefully you took a small sip of your cup to see that it still was too hot to drink. Your stuffed animal was on your lap, so Garmadon didn't see it.

"If anything is fine, then why aren't you with the others?" A worried look was on his face.

"Ehm, I just don't like the game, so..." You felt how you slowly crumpled down. You already could feel the hot tears in your eyes. And Garmadon obviously knew that it was a lie.

"You know that you make my son verry happy, right? He loves to spend his afternoons with you, and when he's home, he never stops talking about you. I think you are what makes him feel normal sometimes. Lloyd would never do something to hurt you, so if this sleepover is a problem for you, I guarantee that he doesn't know it, "

"T-that's not it, Sensei. I also really like Lloyd, but bonding with others is really hard for me. I just can't do anything right! If I say my opinion, I'm rude. If I keep quiet, I'm too shy. And it goes on and on. I'm just tired of trying to win a war, I know I'll never win, " It felt good to finally say this out loud. You always had to keep it to yourself, so you wouldn't annoy somebody.

"And I don't even know the others. Lloyd is the one who made me come here in the first place. And now .... I don't know, I just want to go home, "

The elder let out a sigh and took a sip of his teacup before his attention was back on you.

"I won't force you to stay here just because you make my son happy. Making sure that you feel good is more important. If you aren't okay, you can't help anyone else. Alas, nothing will change if you keep hiding your emotions. Bottling up the bad feelings and forcing up a smile just for others will only make you sick. Both physical and emotional, "

As you slowly took a sip of the tea, you tasted a little bit of cherry and cinnamon and some herbals as well. It made you feel warm from the inside, or maybe his words caused this feeling?

"But won't that be intrusive?" You almost whispered. All your past friends said that you were a bad friend cause you wanted to get some advice, help or maybe just talk about it. On the other hand, they never bothered to tell you about their hard life and their problems...

"A true and loyal friend would never call you that. You have a special place in their heart, and friends always have their backs and can trust and rely on each other, "

So Lloyd was a true friend. He never expected you to play a role and just wanted you to be you. Sometimes, he was your reason to smile, and so were you his.

"Thanks, Sensei. This talk helped me a lot. It might take some time for me to make friends with others, but now I know what my worth is, " With that, you drank the rest of your tea, and at the same time, Lloyd came inside the room.

"I've been looking for you, (Y/n)! I'm sorry that we ignored you! It really wasn't our intention! It's just that - "

"It's okay, Lloyd. So! Wanna explain this nonsense making game to me?" You asked as you stood up and held your stuffed animal in your right hand.

"Sure!" With that, he took your left wrist and ran downstairs with you.

Garmadon just smiled at the two of you and drank another cup of his tea.

[eccentricallygothic]

Ok and just hear me out so like some of the Chris evans characters like Lloyd,ari,ransom,jensen, and Andy like let’s say they all shared reader there little bunny and one one sunny day she was in there pool because it was hot and she was limited to a certain time because they wanted her inside so she didn’t get cold from the water and they all come outside and see her playing and tell her to come in but she’s throwing a fit and being a brat so they tried getting her out but eventually Ari jumped in and she seen so she tried swimming away but she was a little slow so Ari grabbed her by the hips and dragged her closer to him turning her around and she hides in her face into his neck knowing she’s in trouble for pulling her little stunt

Idk it’s just something I thought of☕️😍

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Warning(s): Ddlg vibes, bratty!you, polyamorous relationship, brat!tamer Daddies Ari, Lloyd, Jensen, Andy and Ransom, one spank and mentions of punishment, stripping, fluff(?), bunny!you. Browse at your own discretion. 18+

You already know the stricter and older Daddies (Andy, Lloyd and Ari) have their massive arms crossed over their broad chests in disapproval as they watch your little form. 

"Nooo, Daddy! Bunny wanna swim more, ugh!" You brattily huff and throw your feet against the water as you stomp away from the side of the pool they're standing on. 

Ransom and Jensen get the blame for spoiling you so much when the truth is, all of them are equally whipped and can't help but pamper you in every way possible. 

That is exactly why you have been getting brattier and brattier. 

"Bunny…" Lloyd warns as he walks along the length of the pool to try and stop you without spoiling his work fit. "Out, now." 

You turn to only stick your tongue out at him, your little barbie and ducky floaties that Jensen had practically forced upon you, helping you drift away from him and towards the middle of the pool.

The men warningly watched you now, trying to intimidate you into obedience but you were following the strict rule of if I can't see them, they can't get me.

Andy loosened his tie as he sighed. He had just gotten home.

"I'll count to 5" the oldest male warned, expecting you to fold as usual.

But you really wanted to be punished today, didn't you?

A few moments passed as you ignored the concerned men, giggling at how the wrinkles caused by the pool water were increasing along the tips of your fingers and toes. 

"That's it!" Ari was the least fancy out of them all. A literal giant with a stature of 6 foot five inches, he was a rough and tough man that did not have much patience for bullshit. 

Kicking his shoes off, the man pulled his plaid and tee off next. While you stayed high on your brat cloud, Ari shrugged his pants off before diving into the pool like a professional swimmer.

You turned to look behind you in horror when the loud splash of water sounded a small distance away from you.

Ari was bringing the proximity to a very quick close with the help of his fast movements and large limbs.

"NUUU! NOT FAIR!" You screeched as you flailed your arms about you, winding one of your legs back before you started to kick down at the water to get away from the nearing doom.

"Come here, you!" Another screech left you when in your attempt to flee your persuer you accidentally swam a little close to Ransom and his hand lunged towards you to grab a hold. 

Although you successfully dodged him with a quick manouvre, your smaller body was no match in speed to Ari's and before you could recover from Ransom's grab, thick and built hairy arms were closing around your form after your hips were pulled in his direction with the tips of his strong fingers.

"NOOOOO!" You protested in despair, flailing your limbs to express yourself as Ari turned you around to face him. 

The moment his strict eyes that were rather rare but brought you to tears every time they came out, met with yours, you became a mum and whimpering mess.

The lips that the men loved (to play with) so much formed a pout as you weakly buried your face in the conjunction between his shoulder and neck.

The best little girl is a quiet one. 

The older Daddies had taught you this.

"There we go" Ari crooned as he caressed your back while bringing you both to the edge where the other Daddies were standing. 

Jensen pulled you up and out by your shoulders while Ari supported your legs so you wouldn't end up with sore limbs from the force of it. 

But you weren't placed on the ground. 

Instead you were made to dangle like the little bunny doll that you were between the men as Ransom stepped forward to peal your floaties and wet bikini off of you. 

"And now we are just a weak little pathetic pouting brat" Daddy Lloyd's condescending tut along with the sudden nakedness had you blushing furiously as you stared anywhere but at your owners. 

Andy being the most authoritative one was the one you were handed to -more like tucked against his hip as he had an arm around your sorry form to keep you levitated- as you were carried inside.

"Such a spoilt little bunny, aren't we?" The sharp smack he landed on your ass had you whining. 

You were in for a long evening with your cross Daddies.

Omg thank you so much for this ask! I absolutely loved it and your brain because this made me all hot and shy! I know I am responding to this a bit late but I wanted to do it justice 🥵❤️

[prac-ticalproblems]

suggestion based off your post asking for suggestions: what do you think all their favorite albums would be. mind you they’re in the late 1960s so like it would be an album they liked so much they would save up and buy the record. lord knows music was an arm and a leg for 10 tracks. I’m thinkin engie might be into Johnny Cash, definitely bein into At Folsom Prison and probably also Townes Van Zandts self titled album when they came out in 1969. Scout would probably be a Chuck berry fan. I can also see him knowing how to dance to 40s big band music because his ma used to dance with him in his brothers in the living room as kids but he would be embarrassed about that one. Soldier would HATE the Beatles. and I have no idea about everyone else.

You. You get it. I’m gonna squeeze you. /pos

I love this ask so much I am going to do 60’s AND make it regional and Historical! Because we are syncing brain waves rn. (With a little bit of karaoke headcanonz)

1960’s music w the mercs

Medic - I believe that Medic is a very chaotic music lover. He has a background of classical in some way, with his fascination for it in the game and it’s bled outward into loving loud booms and the thrill of it speeding up.

So maybe some early forms of rock? Especially if it’s Peggy Peter’s. He sings like shit though.

Heavy - I’m not going to lie, this immediately came to me. Heavy loves pop. Heavy loves a bouncy little jig that he can play while cleaning Sasha. He probably got it from his sisters. I also believe that he has a very strong sense of political beliefs about his country so pop that has a message.

Definitely Edita Piekha. 100%. Lovely vocals from the gods. A little rattling, but He is a perfect bass.

Scout - HE WOULD LOVE CHUCK BERRY. That man hums ‘My Ding-a-ling’ as he showers. Absolutely.

He has Sex Bomb tattooed, but I’m sure his favorite Tom Jones song is actually It’s Not Unusual. He screeches when he sings instead of singing higher.

Demo - I see him being into much older songs for his age (he’s like nearly 30) just because of the way his mother raised him. I think he’s got an older soul than he thinks. So 1940’s swing and soul. Strong believer that he has more than a few albums that he cherishes, but most of them are from his mom.

He cries every time he puts it on though, just to let the feelings out. When he’s drunk, he sings terribly, when he’s sober? Probably still a little bad but he doesn’t know his range and doesn’t care if he’s tone deaf.

Pyro - I have personal ideas about Pyro that makes me think he is a huge Jimi Hendrix fan. I refuse to explain or elaborate as I will be here all day.

All Along the Watchtower. He bounces whenever it’s played.

Sniper - Jazz. I know it’s an easy answer, but it’s also THE RIGHT ONE. I think he’s very much a “nod his head and listen” type of music lover as a posed to “can’t stop moving” sort of guy.

He also probably prefers wordless music, for focus, and lyrics in music when he’s alone. (He is dancing in his room when no one’s around.)

Soldier - FUCKING HATES THE BEATLES. I’m almost tempted to say the only thing he listens to is music about WAR. But he’s probably into punk music. But I’m sure he fucks up and listens to anti war songs instead of actual war songs. So he’s accidentally listening to ‘hippie music’. No one has the will to explain it to him.

His favorite song is probably Gene Stridel - What do you win when you win a war. But only when he’s more self aware, more aware of his situation. It comes and goes. Soldier refuses to sing the song, ever. But it’s close to his heart, even if he sometimes doesn’t know why.

Spy - secretly a hippie. Definitely into Yé-yé, a type of french-ized version of British pop/exotica (like THE BEATLES.) He shows Soldier his music taste and it sends him into a rage. I think he takes pleasure in it.

Especially Baroque Yé-yé. Very Spy feely. Also Scout’s mom has probably shown him some Josephine Baker, and he likes it. Sings in a snooty little voice but it sounds pleasant enough. He thinks he’s the best singer in the team. (it’s heavy)

Engineer - GOD, you’re so right. Johnny Cash is the most fitting for him. I feel like he’s definitely a music sharer and taker. He carries songs from the people who he loves around with him. I think his mom loves Tammy Wynette and it’s crossed over to him.

Rip, you stupid fuck, you would have loved Poor Man’s Poison. He probably does that thing where they end off words in country with like a howl, instead of just ending the sentence.

[kairiscorner]

HI PO OMG MAY NAISIP PO AKO

db like Hobie canonically CANNOT sing to save his life, so like po what if he tries to harana filipino!reader sa evening kung kelan po matutulog sya sa evening HAHAHAHA

Have a great day po!!!! 🫶🫶

-🫶 anon

HI PO ANON <333 omg, i can see his voice (iykyk) THAT'S SO CUTE OF HIM THOUGH LIKE WHAT (i am obsessed with this hobie gif)

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finally, at the dead of night, you were able to catch a moment of peace and quiet. you were busy the whole day, running errands, doing chores, and restlessly working; you deserved this night of long overdue slumber you had to make up for missing.

as your head hit the pillow and as you got comfy underneath your sheets, smiling slightly to yourself as you felt the bed practically consume your figure with how much more amplified the softness of it was, after not having rested on it for a long while. you were too excited to dream, already dreaming to yourself while barely awake what kinds of dreams you hoped to see, hoped to experience, hoped to...

a loud guitar strum was heard in the distance, and the recoil of feedback rang throughout the entire neighborhood.

"pakshet," you muttered to yourself as your bed suddenly felt like a slab of concrete; your pillow felt as hard as a boulder, and as hot as flaming coals for barbecue--it was him again. that loud, noisy neighbor you had that consistently never failed to bother you. he was an... interesting fellow, he looked very unique, very eye-catching. dare you say, he was attractive.

but with this sense of attraction came a sense of sheer annoyance; though he was a stranger to you for the longest time, it was that every time you two interacted, he always, always knew how exactly to piss you off. whether he meant to or not, he always got on your nerves somehow. he'd never stop hanging around you, tease you a little, rile you up to get you flustered and even grumpier as he smirked down at you; and you hating how well his provocation worked, every time.

but this was the last straw, blatantly playing his music loud and clear--in the night, when everyone was sleeping--good grief, you'd never catch a break with him. "hello, testing, testing..." you heard his smooth, deep voice reverberate through a microphone. "tangina, may microphone pa siya?" you muttered to yourself as you wrapped yourself further into the sheets, covering your face with your pillow, hoping the layers would block all his noise.

after a few screeches from the microphone feedback, he finally spoke again. "gd'evening, hoping this song sends a shiver up your spine–and maybe... get you to consider letting me make you mine." his voice sounded so confident, yet so calm--as if he was certain he'd win whoever he meant to call out for that easily.

you rolled over on your side towards the direction where his voice was coming from outside out of curiosity, feeling pity for the poor soul who'd surely be dying of embarrassment having a public disturbance offered in their na-- "this one's for you, kay cute mo."

oh. fuck.

you knew that phrase all too well, that was what he quipped whenever you'd pout, get flustered, annoyed, or pissed off at him. it was meant for you. "anong kasalanang ginawa ko para mangyari 'to sa'kin..." you muttered as you soon prayed for yourself that hobie would give up and leave, spare you both from a horrible earful from the cops that you were sure were coming as you knew your neighbors would be dialing them up right now, or even from earlier when they heard his first guitar strum.

hobie strummed away at his electric guitar, and as soon as you heard the opening beats and the rhythm picked up, you couldn't believe your ears--it was a metal version of "pasilyo" by sunkissed lola. you feel like you could crawl out of your skin right here and now, the song that was stuck in your mind for the past few days was now being sung to you out your window, down by the street, by a guy who annoyed and teased you to death whenever he got the chance to.

and the worst part was, his voice... oh goodness, he'd put all your terrible scores at karaoke by the timezone to shame. you were embarrassed already he was causing a public disturbance for you, but to call it singing was blatantly insulting to both of you. he hardly mispronounced the lyrics--which, you were thoroughly impressed by--but his actual singing... it hurt you in more ways than you could imagine. and he kept it going. all the way from 10 PM to 2 AM.

"tumahimik ka nga! go the fuck home, brown!" you shouted at him from your window after you kicked the covers up and grumbled. he chuckled to himself when you finally called him by his name, which echoed throughout the whole neighborhood. you hated how a warmth settled within you when he chuckled like that, it made you wanna scream at him even more. "what do you think of that, shorty?" he asked with an endearing tone as you grumbled. "i'm calling the police on you!" you shouted from your window as you turned your back to him.

"ihaharana parin kita bawat gabi, hanggang sa masasagot mo ang aking tanong--maari bang maging tayo?"

you loathed how you kept listening to and feeling such a fuzzy warmth envelop you as he spoke, you loathed how you couldn't bring yourself to complain about him, and you loathed how desperately you wanted to give him your answer.

"ina neto..." you muttered as a furious flustered feeling creeped up in your bones and made you want to scream--a romantically excited scream that gave away only one thing: how you really felt for him.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @binibinileonara @q2ie

[reemaroamstyria]

OH MY GOD??!!!! TS4 MODS??? FOR GW2??????? HOLY SHIT??????? hi i dont know you but i love you for that im obsessed with both games im gonna SCREAM

im ripping you in half with my little tiny rat hands (/pos) shredding you into bits AUGHHH thankyouthankyouthankyouthabkyiu i have zero skill in modding but i have wanted to ts4ify my gw2 characters for So Longggggf

might you possibly do any of the norn tattoos at any point/have you done them?

i swear to god i saw your page and what you do and how well you do it and literally screeched out loud

the neurodivergence is coming out with this one folks two things im hyperfixated on smushed together???? INSTANT follow.

anyway i hope you know im chewing u and ur mods with my teeth

AHDHDKDLD Thank you! This is so nice 😭

I was thinking about doing some norn stuff, but I haven’t looked at their files yet so I’m not sure how easy it will be to directly convert the norn tattoos to the sims, but it’s definitely something I plan to look into. I figure at worst, I could try my hand and drawing them myself but we’ll see.

I also plan on looking at their unique hairs (especially Eir’s hairstyle) but I can’t make any promises yet. But it’s on my list after I finish my first sylvari set!

[kotylynnemerrill]

Whew wee...

Got some more chapters done and as always I hope y'all like them.

I'm convinced I like torturing myself trying to write these actions sequences...but it is what it is.

Enjoy!

P.s. I'm trying to make sure I'm getting the timeline right on this so if y'all notice a mistake please let me know lol

Your Words I Hold Forever Ch. 5

August 29th, 1968 2:38 pm

"Three Three, this is One Eight. I understand you have a bird inbound at your POS at this time..." A loud pulse of static...

"Bravo One Eight. Bravo One Eight be advised. Resupply helo is inbound at this time," a mechanical voice, barely audible, disrupted the smooth voice of Otis Redding's 'Dock on the Bay', coming from the portable am/fm radio. "Estimated arrival time - five minutes. Over."

Fez hated the sound of the AN/PRC 77 radio they used. High pitched and nothing but static. Not to mention the damn thing was always malfunctioning, the reason he currently found himself with Ethan, boxed in this furnace of a building...better known as T.A.C.A.N. They were finishing up some, albeit minor, but annoying, never ending repairs before it got too late in the day.

Fez reconnected the transceiver and shut the cover over the back of the radio - job done.

For the life of him, he couldn't figure out how Lieutenant Bursh could understand any of it, but he did. The gruff Onyx, Virginia native ran a hand through his sand colored hair with a humph of approval before fiddling with a few knobs on the control panel.

The one thing Fez had been able to catch though - resupply. Something they had desperately needed - weeks ago. Maybe there would be mail too. Hope made a home in Fez's chest at the thought of a letter from Lexi...or perhaps Ash or Kitty. Maybe even Rue.

"About damn time." Bursh muttered, standing up from his chair. Fez and Ethan followed suit and Bursh opened the large metal sliding door with a protesting screech. The trio quickly made their way out of the scorching building only to be hit by the sun and thick humidity.

"Thanks again fellas. Go get a quick break in. Some chow maybe."

"Appreciate that LT." It was too hot to eat, all fez wanted was water.

Bursh turned, yelled at some of the newbies milling around the 'mess hall' to get ready to receive and unload the helo, before making his way down the rough path to the LZ (landing zone).

Fez and Ethan made their own way in the opposite direction to the 'watering hole'. A chorus of rowdy voices and laughter could be heard as they closed in on the portable gazebo.

A young private, a kat they called Nickle, was being hassled about how to properly spell dear - not d.e.e.r.

"Man... she'll know what I mean," he retorted. "Shut the fuck up. You can't spell for shit nohow."

"Whatchu mean, I spelt that shit correctly," another young private, Dale, proudly from Mishawaka, Indiana countered. His attention focused on Fez and Ethan as they walked up to the gazebo. "Shit, E - tell'em."

"It's d.e.a.r, Nickle...but I'm still not convinced this honey you got isn't just a figment of your imagination."

"Ha!" Dale laughed loudly. "Yeah! You been out in this heat too long." He doubled over, slapping his knee as he continued to laugh.

Fez chuckled as he found a seat, followed by Ethan who found a seat next to Nickle.

"Come on now, let the kid have his fun," Fez scolded, not sounding one but serious.

"Hey, white boy!" The foursome turned their heads at the angry shout. Fez recognized the tall black man making his way towards them instantly and frowned slightly. McKay. "Bursh needs guys to help unload the helo and I'm volunteering you two," he said pointing to Dale and Nickle. "Come on assholes."

He didn't exactly like McKay. He could be a real prick sometimes, and all because he had been deployed a few months earlier than the rest of the platoon..shit...barely a month and a half earlier than Ethan and himself.

The kid liked to 'show out', quick to tussle over trivial things. Now Fez wasn't above putting someone in their place when called for but he didn't act a fool.

He felt like putting this fool in his place a few times if he was honest, but as much as he didn't like it there was a hierarchy you had to follow, and you really didn't want to piss off someone like Mckay.

McKay looked over at Fez and Ethan, an annoyance bleeding out through his dark eyes at their presence. Fez locked eyes with him, and he thought the 'tough guy' might say something. But he didn't, he just clapped his hands in a come-on gesture (it made Fez twitch a little), followed by another angry verbalization at Dale and Nickle.

"Man...you know what this feels like - hell," Dale muttered as he and Nickle got up and followed McKay back down the path to the LZ. Fez could see there were a few Humvees now parked a couple of feet away from where the helo would land.

Fez watched as the men walked over to a smaller gazebo situated next to a larger structure similar to the tacan, that served as a small infirmary and storage for the bases supplies. His eyes landed on another tall figure leaning on one of the supports just inside. Nate Jacobs. Another real winner.

He had a bad feeling about him the moment his platoon joined theirs in Ashau valley out of Da Nang, and unfortunately the platoon would be stuck with him for a little while yet. Just peachy.

Fez had dealt with plenty of kats like this, and they were no good. Men like him were the reason he had good instincts. In his line of 'work' you had to be able to pick out the bad seeds and know how to handle them - or else they could ruin your day real quick.

"Real glad I'm not them right now," Ethan muttered.

"It's only been a little over a week...it'll only get worse," Fez replied. "Wait till they do point for the first time."

"Man...," Ethan whistled, "I hate that shit...hardest thing I've done so far...fucking point."

"I've done it twice this week." Fez said stretching out his legs with a grunt.

"Make that three times for me," Ethan replied. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing - a gook could be three feet in front of me, and I wouldn't even know it. Fuck...I'm so tired."

Fez felt for Ethan. He was scrawny, the kind of scrawny a strong wind could blow over...if the wind ever fucking blew in this place. But he could pull his own and he was dependable.

Fez swiped a large hand over his face as he felt the bead a sweat trickle down his forehead. This heat was unrelenting.

Ethan's eyes widened and he suddenly shot up out of his chair. "Hey! Hey lady - stop!"

Fez stood as well and traced Ethan's gaze. A petite Vietnamese woman was walking by them, a somewhat hefty brown bag held in her small hands.

She wore a traditional áo ngũ thân dress Fez noticed, at least he thought that's what it was called. It was beautiful. For a split second he allowed himself to wonder where or if he could get one for Lexi.

Her features were delicate, and extremely youthful; typical of the people here and it still kinda caught him off guard that these people were considered the enemy.

The woman startled at the sound of Ethan's voice and turned to face them... probably not as young as he initially thought, but now...she reminded Fez of a little girl getting caught doing something she shouldn't.

More than likely she was scheduled to be at the base to cook, help with laundry, but the nerves in his fingers were humming. This wouldn't be the first time a civilian was sent to emobalize the 'enemy'.

"Stop there!" Fez's voice came out harsh and the woman glued herself to the spot, eyes wide...fixed on the two of them.

Fez pointed to the bag she was carrying, "What's in the bag?" The woman looked at where he was pointing, understood what he meant, and gave a nod.

She answered in broken English, "cut hair" miming the action with her pointer and index finger.

"Alright-den. You need to speak with the LT." Fez motioned for her to come over and stand next to where he was. With another nod she hesitantly made her way over and stood between him and Ethan. "He's busy right now, but I'll take you to the living quarters." Fez pointed to his chest, then in the direction of the living quarters, a large grey structure the men nicknamed the 'bunk house".

"I'll also need to -"

The woman coward suddenly, stopping his monologue, but she wasn't looking at him...or Ethan. Shit.

"Well, who do we have here?"

Fez sighed. The woman turned her attention back to Fez, a quick flick of her eyes, before focusing her attention back on the new arrival. Nate. McKay followed close behind him, eyes trained on the bag the woman carried.

"What she got in the bag," he asked.

"She's here to cut hair man." Fez turned to Nate and McKay. "I was about to ask for her papers before taking her to the bunk."

"What did he ask, O'Neil?" Nate barely glanced at Fez as he spoke.

"She's been here before," Ethan spoke confidently, though Fez was pretty sure he was bluffing. "We'll still check her, like always man."

Nate stepped towards the woman, he was at least a foot taller than she was. He had a strange look on his face as he gazed down at her. A sinister calm masked underneath his features.

"Or, I could just do it..." His eyes darkened like a shark that's caught the scent of blood. "You don't have anything hidden in your bag right...nothing that goes boom?"

The woman visibly shivered as she shook her head. The corners of Nate's lips curved slightly.

"you wouldn't lie right?" He stepped closer and she reflexively took a step back from him.

"No lie - no lie." She shook her head again squeezing the handle of the bag so hard her knuckles looked almost transparent.

"I don't know...I'm thinking the bag is too obvious." He took another step closer, the woman tried to back away further but her lower back hit a table that was set against the wall of the gazebo. "What do you think O'Neil? Maybe we should make sure she doesn't have anything on her...person"

"I think she's just here to cut hair, man." Fez shuffled on his feet, slightly placing his body in between Nate and the woman...just enough. "No need for all that."

"Yeah..." Nate looked down a little. Fez thought he might be relenting somewhat, when he suddenly produced a large knife from his belt and pointed it at the woman causing her to jump back. A whimper escaped her lips as Nate moved towards her and tucked the sharp tip of the knife under her chin, before slowly dragging it down to her small chest.

"What the fuck - what the fuck are you doing?" Ethan stuttered out. "That ain't necessary, come on man."

"Nate - they said they were gonna check her." McKay started to reach his hand out towards Nate, but retracted it a second later, rethinking his decision to intervene.

The woman began to cry as Nate slid the knife in between the small opening between the buttons of her dress. He popped the first button off with a quick flick of his wrist.

"I think, " he went down to the next button "she's lying and she's gonna show me what she's hiding" Flick. The second button flew to the ground and the woman let out a stifled sob.

"No lie!" She let the bag drop to the ground, a flurry of Vietnamese spilling from her mouth. She looked to Fez again, pleading. Nate grabbed her face hard, forcing her to face him and she cried out. She grabbed at his hand trying to pry it away but to no avail.

"Shut the fuck up with that gook gibberish" Nate spoke dangerously. "Why are you looking to him - he's not gonna be able to help you."

"Nate, chill. Bursh is looking this way."

"I don't give a fuck." Nate growled at McKay. He was zeroed in on Fez - pushing - daring him to do something.

"Yo...I said she's good." Fez spoke slowly "And I'm not gonna tell you again, so you better think before you do somethin stupid."

"Is that a threat?"

"Nah...I'm just tellin you," Fez replied cooly.

"Or what?" Nate challenged. "Let's get this straight, you're a fucking drop out retard, a pussy...just like the rest of these fucks. And what...you trying to be some kind of knight in shining armor now? You know how many of these bitches" he shook the woman's face for emphasis "have played this little game...even little kids. Who gives a fuck what happens to them now." Nate chuckled. "I'll kill this gook cunt in front of you." He leered at the woman "Be a shame actually - she's cute..." A malicious smile slowly formed "Maybe I'll just knock out her teeth and have her suck me off - what?" He glared at Fez. "You don't like that idea? You some kinda fagott? You gonna do something - do it." Nate let out a huff through his nose. "You know what, you don't have the balls."

"Yeah...I wouldn't worry about that playboy."

Fez wasn't for sure if anyone had actually seen him grab the large mack torch from the side of his belt, didn't have time to worry about that. He had to act. A loud crunch sounded as he cracked it over the side of Nate's head and he hit the ground hard.

Fez tossed the torch aside and was on Nate in an instant, hand raised above his head in a fist. He brought his fist down one, two, three, four times, grabbed the collar of Nate's shirt before landing several more blows.

A second dragged by before the others registered what was going on. The woman let out a scream.

"Oh fuck! Fezco stop!" Ethan yelled

"Get off him - get off of him, man! Fuck! Stop, fucking stop!" McKay got to Fez before Ethan and tried to grab Fez by the shoulders. Fez shrugged him off easily and landed a brutal blow to Nate's nose.

"Chill, chill" McKay tried again and this time got a hold of Fez, successfully getting him off Nate. Ethan stepped in hauling him to his feet. "Come on, just stop." He shoved fez hard when he tried to go back and then another till he stopped.

"what the hell is wrong with you?! You could've killed him!" McKay yelled as Fez made his way over to the woman. She had been knocked to the ground at some point during the fight and was lying with her hands over her head. Fez lightly grazed her shoulder and she jerked away. Fez placed his hands on her shoulders again, more firmly.

"...it's okay," he whispered. Her shoulders shook underneath his fingers.

"What the fuck is going on over here" Bursh yelled as he rushed through the entrance to see McKay kneeling over Nate, and Ethan helping Fez get the girl to her feet. "Get her the fuck out of here Lewis and go get Collins. Right fucking now," He yelled at a small, blonde man who had been right behind him. Sargent Lewis nodded and hastily ran out of the gazebo. "You stay here with him." Bursh told McKay. His steel colored eyes then blazed over to Fez. "O'Neil, your speckled ginger ass is coming with me."

* * * * * * * * * *

Major Larsonn, a tall man with salt and pepper hair, sighed as he sized Fez up from his chair. " Listen son, I'm not gonna beat around the fucking bush here...you could've gotten into some serious trouble over this bullshit - still might, but at the moment you're getting off light. Point - eight days - starting two-zero hundred tomorrow - that's it." Larsonn enunciated the last bit, securing its finality. "Lt. Bursh and that private McKay, corroborated your story, so for now you're not gonna be court marshalled." He let his head tilt in a show of displeasure. "As far as Jacobs goes - I'd be lying if I said I didn't have my eye on that mother fucker the moment he set foot here. I would gladly see him sent out, but considering he didn't actually hurt that woman my hands are tied. So he'll be getting eight days as well as soon as he's back on his feet".

Fez remained quiet, honestly a little stunned at what he was hearing.

"We got bad apples like him all over the army, military...that's not gonna change neither." Larsonn continued. "Just you watch your back...men like him...he's dangerous."

Fez gave a single nod. "Thank you, sir. I will."

"well...I ain't got nothing else to say to your sorry ass - you're dismissed private."

"Yes sir". Fez gave a salute and turned to leave the small makeshift office. He was tired and his hands fucking throbbed and he wanted nothing more than to fall into his bunk.

Something crawled from the back of his mind, leaving a trail of something unsavory through the sulci of his brain, contaminating his thoughts...

"Sir..." Fez turned his head "can I ask you something?"

"Son?"

"Has he done anything like that before?"

Larsonn sighed, something flashing in his eyes. "It wouldn't surprise me...but when you got money and connections you can make a lot of things... disappear."

Fez looked down to the floor, no need for further explanation. He made his way out of the majors office and headed back to the bunk house. That unsavory thing made its way to his chest and crawled its way into his stomach...its contents churned and twisted his insides.

Nate Jacobs was dangerous...

* * * * * * * * * * *

Ethan looked up expectantly from the book he was reading as Fez entered the room. "How much trouble are you in," he asked shutting the book and placing it beside him.

Some of the other platoon mates looked towards Fez as well with curious glances but he ignored them.

"Point for eight days straight starting tomorrow." He shrugged out of the muted moss colored shirt he was wearing and sat on the bunk next to Ethan's.

"Shit, that's it? How the hell you get off that easy?"

"McKay and Bursh told Larsonn what went down. Nate was out of line. They checked the girls papers and bag too - she was legit"

"And Jacobs?"

"Same...starting when he gets out of the infirmary." Fez leaned back against the wall at the head of his bed, propping one arm behind his head along with the too flat pillow.

"Shit...this whole thing is fucked." Ethan said flopping back onto his own pillow.

"Five more months man...just gotta make it five more months." Fez whispered.

He imagined what it would be like to see his family, and Lexi when he got back. 'When', because if he was honest he couldn't stomach thinking about the other scenario.

He imagined what it would be like to be back in East Highland.

The first thing he wanted to do was take Lexi to Nino's cafe and maybe a movie...he wanted to feel her...her hair in his hands...her skin.

He missed home and he could have ruined his chances of getting back there this evening, but it was as if someone was truly looking out for him.

Suddenly an image of Lexi as the praying Mary Magdalen filled his mind and he smiled. He imagined the things she would pray for...what she would actually say. Imagined there would be a few choice words slung the 'big guy's' way and Fez almost let out a chuckle picturing Lexi telling God off.

She would do it too, his fierce, sweet, beautiful girl.

[crazyufokid]

screaming and slamming my head against the wall punching it punching so many holes in the wall screaming screaming screeching shouting yelling screaming screaming so loud slamming my entire body against the wall at mach speeds blowing up exploding dying being reborn dying again being reborn again crying crying crying exploding and then exploding again and punching more holes in the wall

/pos

[soft--dragon]

okay so. as much as i fucking love ler!james marriott, i have seen nobody mention a lee!james. HOW?!?!??! istg mans would screech and squeal if wrecked i guarantee it. he’s such a loud person(at least, his stream persona is. also /pos) and istg he wouldn’t be able to hold back his loud laughter. anyways there’s not enough jimbo content on this app in general ty for coming to my ted talk

Lee!James is underrated and deserves more attention you're absolutely right!! Even if I don't make much content for this fandom anymore, I have thought about a few concepts akdjdhbd

But yes!! He'd probably do that laugh/scream he does when he panics and it would dissolve into loud laughter. 100% a kicker, watch his legs he's a tall boi. Great reactions and very vocal, can and will strike back without mercy

Side note - his stream persona is a weird mix of endearing and straight up nightmare fuel [I love how chat calls him 'Pookie' lmao]

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Sarah ran after Seth, struggling to keep up. Cesar had been missing for a week, but now that Seth had entered his wolf form, he finally caught a whiff of his scent trail. It was a miracle, truly. The universe must've decided to bless them by keeping the sky and the land dry.

The wolfman came to an abandoned barn; he stood in front of the doors, waiting for Sarah to catch up. She ran to his left, propping herself up by her hands on her knees as she caught her breath beside him.

"Guess… He's inside…? The doors are… are probably locked…" Sarah straightened her stance, pulling a flashlight out of her hoodie pocket. "Go ahead… Take 'em down."

And with that, Seth promptly crashed through the doors as Sarah flicked the flashlight on, pointing it into the darkness. She walked into the barn, pointing the flashlight around a bit before following Seth's direction. Cesar was huddled in a corner, facing into it as he clung to himself.

Sarah gasped excitedly. "Cesar!" She began to approach him when he suddenly jerked his head to the side, staring at her over his shoulder with an unblinking eye. His breathing began speeding up as his pupil dilated slightly. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Sarah froze while Seth growled.

Then a familiar voice began giggling.

But it wasn't Cesar's, oh heavens no. It was a dead man's voice.

Sarah couldn't respond before Cesar sprang at her, fangs extended and chin split apart. She dropped the flashlight as Cesar tried to bite her. Luckily, she pushed him away before he could. She put two and two together, a terrifying conclusion burning into her mind.

Cesar was literally starving, which means he'll only consume human blood; he won't even consider bloody steak "edible" in this state. And he won't stop at anything to get it.

Obviously, the shove pissed Cesar off. He pounced on Sarah again, this time knocking her to the ground.

"OOF-!" She grunted as her back slammed against the ground, Cesar coming down with her.

She was panicking now, running purely off of adrenaline and instinct. She thrashed around desperately, her attempts to free herself all in vain. Seth was growling and audibly caught in a scuffle with something; it was most likely the being with the dead man's voice.

Sarah shrieked as Cesar planted his teeth in her throat, fairly quickly dying down into gurgling. She heard an especially loud snarl with a series of loud snaps, followed by the dead man's voice screeching and the creature fleeing.

Seth tackled Cesar off Sarah, which only caused her to bleed heavily and begin choking on her own blood. Cesar's starved state paired with the immense blood spillage led to him wrestling Seth with everything he had. A pained yelp was the last thing Sarah heard before she blacked out.

~···~

Sarah weakly opened her eyes, rhythmic beeping telling her she was hooked up to hospital machines. She tried to make a small noise but discomfort climbed up her throat, silencing her. Her eyes were slowly focusing, though remained half-lidded.

"Sarah…? Are you awake right now…?" Seth asked, his voice gentle and soft.

Sarah didn't know if nodding would be wise, so she blinked as a response instead. It was surprisingly difficult, but generally wasn't much of a struggle.

"Oh my god…" Seth's voice quivered.

Sarah gave him a look she hoped would be understood as 'What's wrong, Dad?'

"I've been alone for a while… Cesar won't leave his room… The only times I ever see him anymore is when he gets food… I don't know if he's upset with me, or himself, o–or—I–I'm sorry, you probably don't want to hear about him right now."

Sarah gave him a mostly neutral expression. She knew Cesar didn't mean it, and that it only happened because she was the only human there. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But… she was scared just thinking of him. She really didn't want to be, but she was.

DAMN. /pos

Don’t know what to add to this, I just like it-

[ahogedetective]

*while shuichi's in his bedroom, he'll suddenly find himself completely in the dark! at first it seems like it might just be a power outage due to the storm outside, but the most curious thing will happen as his door then slowly opens wide, the hallway dimly lit with an almost ominous, ethereal glow. then, disturbingly familiar music will begin to play, starting off rather faint before slowly gaining in volume, signaling the arrival of something twisted and not of this world...*

*suddenly, a red hand grips the doorframe, the thing trembling as it holds onto it. it begins writhing as best as it can, parts of its red 'arm' visible just barely beyond the detective's field of vision, the thing seemingly getting more agitated before it suddenly... stops.*

"GRAWWAAAAARRR!"

*it gives a shrill cry while it flails and jerks uncontrollably against the wall, another red hand joining its unnatural movements as it seems to have noticed the detective's presence! then, just when it seems as if they'll try to grab him... they'll suddenly flip the nearby light back on!*

"Whew! That's a pretty bad storm outside, right? It took forever to get back here 'cause I dropped my phone down the stairs and didn't wanna trip trying to get it! Guess it must have landed on some Halloween video or something. It's pretty spooky hu? Haha!" *david has the most innocent look on his face, giving a bright smile as he places his hands on his hips!*

"Oh, hope you don't mind me borrowing these red cleaning gloves. Taka told me how he was dusting stuff the last time he was here and I thought it would be a good idea to follow suit. I think you'll find your sink to be so clean that it's sparking!"

After enjoying another fun couple of hours playing Zelda, Shuichi was about to place his Switch on the charging dock, when the lights suddenly went out. "?!" He let out a startled gasp, instantly halting. "A... A power outage?? Oh that's just-" Then...he starts to hear his door opening. On it's own...? "....Great.......huh....?" He freezes, head slowly turning to the door to see if he imagined that sound. But no, his door was open. If that didn't unnerve him enough, then the sound of music-that music-"Wh.....What....?" Especially sent a chill down his spine. "I... I put my switch on sleep mode, didn't I?" He hurriedly grabs it just to double check. "Didn't I?! It's off!! So why am I hearing that music?! Wh-!" Then, as he turns his head back to the door.... he saw it. A red, glowing, trembling hand grip the doorframe. "..............?........?!........."

He couldn't even let out a noise, with the way his mouth was agape, eyes wide as saucers as his console slips out of his hands. No, he thinks to himself; this couldn't be real. There was no way those horrific gloom hands were at his door. He was simply hallucinating it, was all; or perhaps unknowingly dozed off at some point, and just having a nightmare. That's it, that's all! But those excuses he tries to delude himself with, would be shattered the moment that monster emits that bloodcurling screech. "Ha.....aaaaaaaaaaahh......!!" The slow backing up he does... will turn into him practically slamming his back against the wall in full blown panic. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

Is the immensely loud scream the detective utters, now scrambling about the room before he leaps onto his bed!!!! "WHHAAAAAAAHIIIEEEE?!?!??"Just nothing but screams leaving him as he sees not just one, but two of those demonic hands gripping at his door so aggressively. Every and all sense of logic left him, knowing only fear as he yanks a random book off his shelf. And just as he was about to launch it at those hands...his lights are turned on, revealing...David?! "Wh-aaaaa-aa-a-a....?" His voice is cracked and raspy from having screamed so loud, as he utters that. "D...Da....ahh...?" The whole while David is talking, Shuichi is staring at him like a deer in the headlights, still standing on top of his bed and arm still frozen in the 'throwing' position and everything. "..................................................." For an entire minute after David finished talking, nothing but the sound of rain fills the room, as Shuichi slowly registers everything he just told him. "D-Daaaa....Dav....." He could not believe this... it was all just one, really good scare prank by David. Those 'gloom hands', were just those red cleaning gloves!!!

"DAVID!!!!" Having half a mind to still launch his book at him if it weren't a hardback one, Shuichi drops it and instead grabs one of his pillows and launches it at his face, before grabbing another one, leaping off the bed, and tackles him down to the ground, so he can start whapping him repeatedly with it. "You bastard!!!! I-I can't BELIEVE you!!! I almost had a heart attack!!!" Now he's pouting very hard, face now several shades of red in embarrassment. It was bad enough he clinged to David yesterday when he got scared by those hands, and now this! Oh he knows his sane bro, will never let him live this down... "'Must have landed'-y-yeah, right! Don't try to act innocent here, you completely did that on purpose! A-And don't think that because you cleaned some of my things, which I do thank you for, that I'm letting you off the hook, t-teasing me like that! You are the worst!!! I'll show you spooky! uuueeuuueeerrrgghhhhh!!!!!!"

Shuichi isn't genuinely upset of course, but he still will not show a shred of mercy with the continuous pillow whaps he's giving him, before he now starts pummeling hs chest with his fists, whines and whimpers leaving him, now. He's so embarrassed, he could die. He now never wants to look at a pair of red gloves of any variety, ever again......

[beatrice-reden-official]

Ok cuz I was like. Mmmmm Steven with wings mmm Stevennnnnn but anyways. Pretty much everything is the same except the neighbours are part animal. Because I wanted to. So.

Roman: Secretary bird. They are tall and have long legs and kill snakes by stomping on them and I think Roman deserves to be a badass bird.

Lois: Chickadee. Small, round, and loud. It's literally Lois/pos

Robertsky and Albertsky: Mules! They are hard workers. I was gonna make them horses but. Yeah.

Selenne and Elenois: Flying Fish! Elegant yet flashy and also cool as hell???

Arnold: Parrotfish. Colourful little thing :3

Gloria: Cuttlefish. Because they are cool.

Izaack: Grizzly Bear. Yes you can make the joke.

Margarette: Long-tailed Sheep. She is SOFT and WARM and I LOVE HER.

Nacha: Housecat! She is a calico because I say so.

Anastacha: Domestic Bunny. This will make sense.

Dr. Afton: Screech Owl. I couldn't think of anything better.

Mia: Frilled Lizard. I wanted someone to be a lizard.

Francis: Domestic Bunny. His ass is NOT a cow.

Steven and Mclooy: Golden Eagle. HUGE BIRD. HUGE BIRD ALERT.

Alf: Capuchin Monkey. I was told I would be disowned if this didn't happen.

Raftelleyn: Fruit Bat. because why not.

OOOOOOOOOO I LOVE THESE !! AAAAY CAT NACHA ♡!! Also bear Izaack yeah sure is-Bibi

[darknoverse]

SCREECHES SO LOUD AND POINTS AT THEM

OMG LOOK ! LOOK AT THEM LOOK LOOK AT TH-

*explodes*/pos

Not much to be said since I jst spotted to insta, IM SO FUCKING TIRED GRAOPOWWLLLLSSS

teehee bye guys

[penmansparadise]

Steve Harrington ~ The Feelings are Mutual

*I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Wheeler Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.1k

Warnings: S3 SPOILERS.  Mentions of blood and violence.  Language.

a/n: This was a very long request by @lollipopz  .Don't worry.  This is only part one lol.  Again, I went a little crazy with the word count, so please don't mind that.  Anyway, I hope I did this request justice and can't wait to write part two.  So, my next post will be *insert dramatic pause* an Eddie Munson smut!  I'm sure you are all going to be looking forward to that one lol.  Because I've been writing much longer one shots, it has been taking me a little longer to get through the requests.  So, I apologize for that.  Just hang in there!  I'm working as fast as I can lol.  As always, thank you for the support, and I hope you all enjoy this one!

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The screams emanating from Robin, Dustin, Erica, and yourself bounced off the walls of what you are now learning is actually an elevator and not a room. You were plummeting toward God knows what at God knows what speed. Of course, none of you knew what you were getting into when you decided to enter the room, but you definitely didn’t think you’d be falling to your death.

You looked around at the group. Robin was backed up against the metal shelves, clutching to whatever she could get her hands on. Erica was doing her best to steady herself on the table in the center of the room. Dustin was pressed up against the wall, screeching. And you and Steve were standing next to one another, holding onto the other table that was perched in the center of the room. Your hand subconsciously found Steve’s, and you grabbed ahold of him like your life depended on it.

“We’re going down! We’re going down!” Steve shouted.

Robin turned to face him and yelled, “Yeah, no shit, Harrington!”

The sound of the elevator falling was like something out of a movie. Metal grinding against metal creating a high-pitched squeal. Your ears felt like they were about to bleed from how loud it was. But you didn’t care about that. All you cared about was not getting crushed when the elevator inevitably finished its rapid descent. Your breathing was uneven, and your anxiety started to get the best of you.

“Somebody do something, damn it!” You screamed, looking at everyone in the room.

Dustin started smacking the buttons on the wall.

“Why don’t these buttons work!?” He finally yelled when nothing worked.

You just shook your head and started to groan.

“I knew I shouldn’t have gotten a job at the damn mall. I just knew it. You looked at Steve’s panic-ridden face. “But I let you talk me into it, Steve, and now look where we are. Hurtling straight to hell!”

Steve opened his mouth to retort, but before he got the chance, the elevator came to a violent halt, sending you and Steve to the floor. Your body was half on Steve’s as he was folded up between the table and the wall. He let out a pained moan.

“My groin,” he said, his voice strained, “You’re on my groin.”

You peeled yourself off Steve’s body and gave an embarrassed smile.

“Sorry.”

His breaths were coming out in short puffs as he stood up. You leaned against the wall trying to regain some of your composure as Steve shoved Dustin out of the way and started smacking the buttons.

“Steve,” Robin began, throwing her hands in the air, “I think we’ve clearly established that those buttons don’t work.”

Steve whipped his head around to look at her. The cool, calm, and collected Steve you were so used to seeing was gone. In his place was a frantic and manic Steve, who was desperate to get out of the small room. His eyes were wide, and he heaved out a sigh.

“They’re buttons. They have to do something.”

You rolled your eyes and moved closer to look at the box the buttons were in. After a quick analysis, you realized what the problem was.

“They won’t work,” you said.

Steve’s mouth opened and closed several times before he babbled out, “What do you mean they won’t work?”

You moved across the tiny space and pointed to a smaller box next to where the buttons were.

“We need a keycard. Without the keycard, the buttons won’t work, which means-”

“We’re stuck in here,” Dustin finished for you, and you nodded.

“Exactly.”

Everyone let out a collective sigh of defeat. This was definitely not how any of you expected to spend your evening.

“Just so you nerds are aware,” Erica said, eyeing each of you, “I’m supposed to be spending the night at Tina’s, and Tina always covers for me. But if I’m not home for Uncle Jack’s party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four are responsible, she’s gonna hunt you down, one-by-one, and slit your throat.”

You and Robin exchanged confused looks before Steve snapped.

“I don’t care about Tina!” He shouted. “Or Uncle Jack’s party! Your mom’s not gonna be able to find us if we’re dead in a Russian elevator!”

“Steve.” You said sternly, earning a dumb look from him. You shook your head at him before turning back to the rest of the group.

“Let’s just…relax, okay? We’re clearly not getting out of here anytime soon, so just sit down and…wait.”

You knew that wasn’t what anyone wanted to hear, but it was all you could do. There were no other options for you all. Everyone found a place to sit on the floor, and before you knew it, they were all asleep except you and Steve. You were playing with the fabric on your Scoops Ahoy uniform when Steve got up from his spot as quietly as he could and moved to sit next to you. Neither of you looked at each other, but you were very aware of his presence.

You could recall the exact moment you started to fall for Steve. It was in elementary school. One day, you were sitting at the lunch table empty-handed. You had forgotten to grab your lunch from the kitchen before ushering your sister Nancy and your brother Mike out the door to the bus. Steve took a seat in front of you, and without even asking a question, he started halfling his food with you. You were confused before he nodded toward the food and started talking to you like it was totally normal for him to have done what he did. It was that day in the lunchroom when you knew you were going to be madly in love with that boy. And you weren’t wrong because as the years went by, your feelings for him only grew.

He started to spend more time with you, and soon he was hanging around your house with your brother and his friends. You wouldn’t lie; for a while there, he was a bit of dick. He didn’t have the best choice in friends, and you hated that he pretended to be someone he wasn’t when he was around them. But when everyone discovered the Upside Down, and it came time to fight the Demogorgon, Steve was right there next to you, Nancy, Mike, and the rest of the crew.

By the time you two finally graduated high school, he was a totally different person. He knew about the scary alternate dimension hidden beneath Hawkins, and he also started to embrace his role as a babysitter. You two spent most of your time together at this point, so he begged you to work at Scoops Ahoy with him. He told you that he wouldn’t be able to handle the summer if you weren’t right there suffering with him. You were hesitant, but in the end, you agreed because you never wanted to be away from him anyway. But that decision had proved to be the wrong one as you sat stuck in a secret Russian elevator underneath the Starcourt Mall.

“I never thought I’d ever be stuck in an underground Russian elevator,” you said, peeking up at Steve.

He chuckled softly.

“Yeah, me either.”

The silence fell back over you for a moment before you stopped messing with your uniform and actually looked at Steve.

“Steve, you put on a good front for the kids and Robin, but do you actually have a plan when this door finally opens?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, “not at all.”

You let out a little laugh.

“Great,” you said, dropping your gaze down to your lap, “that’s very reassuring.”

Steve’s hand found yours, and your eyes snapped up to meet his. They were more serious than you had ever seen them.

“I may not know what we’re gonna do when that door opens, but I’ll take care of you, Y/N. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”

Your heart jumped in your chest, a reaction you had grown accustomed to when Steve was around, and you nodded.

“I know you will.”

He didn’t let go of your hand as you leaned your head back and shut your eyes. Even in a secret elevator, Steve somehow knew exactly how to make you feel safe. Before you knew it, you were dozing off, and sleep was taking you under its spell.

When you woke up, Steve was no longer next to you, and only Erica and Robin were in the room with you. The feeling of panic started to tighten your chest as you looked around the room franticly. You jumped to your feet, and when Robin saw your nervous face, she pointed upward. You noticed a grate that was open and relaxed. Robin continued pressing the buttons, and you made your way over to her side.

“Any luck?”

Robin shook her head.

“Nope. They’re still not working.”

You just slumped against the wall and watched Erica mess with the green liquid that was hidden in the cardboard boxes.

“So,” Robin said, earning your attention again, “you and Steve?”

“What about us?”

She wasn’t looking at you. Instead, she busied her hands with the buttons as if some sort of miracle was going to occur, and they would suddenly work.

“You’re pretty close,” she said quietly.

“Yeah,” you began, your eyebrows furrowing, “I’ve known him for a really long time.”

“Hm,” she hummed, causing your back to straighten.

“What?”

Robin shook her head, her wispy hair dancing around her cheeks.

“Nothing. I just heard you two talking last night.”

The butterflies from the night before made their return as you remembered him telling you he’d protect you. Heat started to crawl up your neck, but you did your best to seem composed.

“And?” You asked, crossing your arms.

Robin suddenly stopped messing with the buttons and turned to face you. Her face was accusatory, and you knew she was onto you, but you didn’t want to admit it.

“It’s pretty obvious you two are like madly in love.”

“What?” You said, the word coming out like a squeak, “No, no, we’re not.”

Before Robin could even say anything, Erica slammed the green liquid down, and you both turned in her direction.

“No? I’ll take care of you, Y/N,” she said, her voice going up an octave as she did a terrible impersonation of Steve. “I’ll protect you with my big poofy hair. And then you’re over there like, ‘I know you will, Steve, my knight in shining armor.’ Y/N,” she placed her hands on her hips, “everyone and their mama can tell you two are in love. It’s sick.”

Your jaw was practically at your ankles as you stared at the sassy little girl.

“He didn’t – I didn’t – we were just…that’s not how it is.”

Erica rolled her eyes at you just as Steve jumped back into the room. He looked between you, Robin, and Erica.

“What are you guys talking about?”

Erica let out a dry laugh.

“How you and Y/N are-”

“Erica, wait, shush,” Robin said, pressing her ear against the door. Her eyes grew big, and she looked back.

“We have company.”

Steve didn’t even think twice before pointing to the open grate.

“We can hide up there. Come on, I’ll help you all up.”

You and Steve lifted Erica up first, passing her to Dustin. Then you both boosted Robin up until she could pull herself through the grate. Once they were both up, you grabbed onto Steve’s shoulders to use his hands as a step. But before you could get the chance, the door started to open.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered, then looked up at the three faces staring at you and Steve.

“Shut the grate,” you said. “When we leave, go get help.”

Robin didn’t argue and shut the grate just as the door opened, exposing two Russian soldiers on a tiny vehicle. They pulled their guns and started shouting at you and Steve in Russian. You both put your hands up before they walked in and grabbed you. They clearly weren’t very fond of intruders. They zip-tied your hands together, tossed you and Steve into the back of the vehicle, and started driving down a long corridor. It felt like hours had passed before the silver tunnels turned into an open room. Hundreds of soldiers bustled around. You took it all in, your jaw dropping in disbelief. There wasn’t just a secret Russian tunnel. There was a whole base under the mall.

The soldiers opened the door and yanked you and Steve out and walked you into an office. Sitting behind a large wooden desk was a man who looked like much higher authority than the two men shaking you and Steve around. Neither of you could understand a thing they were saying as you watched the three men. Their hands were waving around, and here and there, they would point at you and Steve. You looked over to Steve, and he just gave you a small nod and mouthed, “It’s okay.” But it was far from okay. Because when the officer gave the two soldiers their final order, they nodded, exited the room with you and Steve, then started dragging you two in separate directions.

Your heart fell to your feet, and you started to panic.

“Steve!” You shouted as you tried to pry yourself from the soldier’s grip. “Steve!”

You watched Steve start to flail before another soldier grabbed ahold of one of Steve’s arms.

“Hey!” He yelled, still fighting against the soldier’s hold on him, “Where are you taking her? Don’t you hurt her!”

With each step the soldier took, Steve got farther and farther away, but you could hear him shout, “Don’t you dare hurt her, or I swear to God, I’ll kick all of your asses!” Before he was dragged around a corner.

You let out a final “Steve!” before you were thrown into a room. You scrambled to your feet and immediately started taking in your new surroundings. It was a small room with nothing in it but a tiny bench against the farthest wall. You ran up to the door and started banging against it.

“Hey, you stupid bastards! Let me out of here!”

No one opened the door, so you started kicking it.

“Let. Me. Out!” You said with each swing of your leg.

You pulled your leg back again, but before you could kick the door, it swung open, and you stumbled backward. It was the officer from before, and he was accompanied by the lackey who had dragged you into the room. Fear was bubbling in your gut, but you squared your shoulders nonetheless.

“What do you want with us? I swear we’re not a threat. We won’t say anything to anyone if you just let us go.” You were babbling, but you couldn’t help it. You clasped your hands together.

“I’m begging you, please-”

The sharp sting of the officer’s hand connecting with your face stopped you from finishing your sentence.

“Shut up, cyka,” the officer spit. “You will only speak when I ask you to, understand?”

Your cheek burned, and you knew your jaw was going to be sore for a few weeks. Although you were scared, anger started to build up inside of you. The officer took a step toward you, but you didn’t step back that time.

“Who do you work for?”

You looked directly into his eyes and said, “Go to hell.”

The officer reared his arm back and slapped you across the face with more force than before. You let out a little yelp and stumbled back a little.

“Answer the question!” The officer shouted, spittle spraying from his mouth.

“What does it look like!?” You yelled back, motioning to your uniform, “I work for Scoops!”

He slapped you again sending you to the floor with a thud.

“Stop lying to me. Who do you work for?”

Your teeth were gritted, and your vision was starting to blur just slightly.

“I already told you. I work for Scoops. I don’t wear this stupid uniform because I like it.”

The officer pinched the bridge of his nose and started to groan. You let out a huff before pulling yourself back to your feet.

“Listen,” you began, “this is just a huge misunderstanding. I promise you we won’t say anything to anyone.”

The officer didn’t say anything, so you went on.

“Do you want money? Because I’ll find some for you, okay? Just name your price.”

The officer’s groan got louder before he swung his arm, slapping you again. You went flying to the floor again when suddenly a salty metallic taste filled your mouth. You wiped your lip with the back of your hand and noticed a smear of blood streak your skin. Your vision was blurry, and you felt like someone was pounding your head with a hammer. This was the worst pain you had ever experienced, and you wanted to cry, but you weren’t going to give the officer the satisfaction of seeing you break.

The officer started talking in Russian again before you felt two hands yanking you off the ground. The same soldier from before was dragging you out of the room you were in and taking you toward another. You started kicking your legs, but with your vision so impaired, your aim wasn’t the best.

“Get your hands off me, you bastard!” You said, still kicking. “I swear when we get out of here, you’re all dead! You’re all-”

You didn’t finish your statement because, at that moment, the soldier walked you into another room where a bloody and bludgeoned Steve was sitting. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and he looked like he was barely breathing. You could feel your whole body go cold at the sight of him unconscious.

“Oh my God,” you whispered. “What did you do to him!?”

The soldier didn’t answer you. Instead, he threw you into the chair that was backed up against Steve’s.

“Steve!? Can you hear me? Steve?”

You tried to turn and face him, but one of the soldiers held you down while the other started to tie you and Steve up.

“What are you – don’t fucking touch us!” You shouted as you tried to break free from the restraints.

The officer from before entered the room and circled you and Steve once before bending down to be face to face with you. An evil grin spread across his lips.

“Don’t worry, cyka. We’ll bring you two our best doctor to bandage you up.”

Your face scrunched up for a second before you spit your bloody saliva right into his face.

“Go fuck yourself.”

The grin had disappeared and was replaced with a snarl.

“You’re going to regret that,” the officer said before exiting with the two soldiers in tow.

When you and Steve were finally alone, the terror that had been steadily building inside of you finally flooded over. A tiny sob fell from your lips as you tried to wiggle out of the ties that were holding you and Steve down. You sniffled and slumped back against the chair.

“Steve? Can you hear me?”

“Hm?” He hummed in response.

Even that little sound sent a wave of relief over you.

“Oh my God, Steve!” You said, trying to turn your head and see him. “Are you alright?”

He groaned.

“Just peachy. I love getting tortured by Communist Russians.”

“I see your sense of humor is still intact,” you said.

It was quiet for a beat as you looked around. After a few minutes, you dipped your head and started to laugh quietly. Your shoulders shook against Steve’s back, and he sighed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s okay. I’m fine. Don’t cry, okay?”

Finally, you lifted your head and let out an audible laugh. Tears were collecting in your eyes, but you still couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

“Are you laughing?” Steve asked, and you could hear the incredulity lacing his every word.

“Yeah,” you said between breaths, “I am.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because,” you exhaled, “I’m going to die in a secret Russian base under the Starcourt Mall tied up to Steve Harrington.”

“We’re not gonna die,” Steve said, matter of fact. “We’re gonna get out of here, okay? You just gotta let me think for a second.”

You didn’t say anything. Instead, you leaned your head back against Steve’s and shut your eyes. Even after being thrown around and tortured, his hair still felt like a pillow against your head. Your back was pressed against his, and the tears started to come back. This could very well be the last time you get this close to Steve. This could be your final moments, and he doesn’t even know how you feel about him. But you didn’t get the chance to tell him before the door to the room flew open again.

You opened your eyes to see the officer, two soldiers, and a man in a white coat enter. The man in the coat went straight for the counter and pulled out a needle gun and a vile filled with blue liquid. He didn’t waste any time before approaching Steve.

“Wait a second. Wait. What is that thing?”

Steve started to squirm against the restraints, and the anxiety from before started to bubble up again.

“What’s going on?” You asked, turning your head in an attempt to see Steve. “What are you doing?”

Then suddenly, Steve stopped moving, and a loud scream ripped out of him, echoing against the bare walls. Your breathing was erratic when the officer bent down in front of you. That same evil glint in his eye from before was present.

“Don’t worry, cyka. You’re next.”

“What?”

But the officer didn’t have to answer you because you were also being stabbed by a needle and screaming in pain.

The Russians stepped back and watched as you and Steve sat there. You were sure they injected you with some sort of poison. Something that would make your death long and painful so that they could use you and Steve as an example if anyone else ever found themselves in their base. So, you waited. But minutes passed, and it wasn’t a painful writhing death that you started to feel. Instead, you started to get giggly. You looked at the soldiers, and for some reason, just them standing there was the funniest thing you had ever seen. Tiny giggles forced their way out of you until you were full-on cackling. Steve’s boisterous laugh mixed with yours, which only made you giggle even more.

“Steve?”

“Yes, Y/N.”

You snorted a little at what you were thinking.

“I think they drugged us.”

“Yeah,” Steve said with a chuckle, “there’s definitely something wrong.”

You both started laughing again when a loud raucous came from outside the door. The officer and soldiers started talking in Russian again before exiting the room. The loud clamor didn’t stop even after they left, and you and Steve started to roar with laughter.

“Uh-oh,” Steve shouted, “it’s the FBI!”

You stomped your feet, and your stomach started to ache from laughing. You turned toward the man who injected you with the liquid and said, “Better open up, Doc!”

Steve started to chortle at your comment before the door swung open. Dustin, Erica, and Robin ran in, and Dustin went straight to the man, zapping him in the chest with a taser stick.

“Hey! Henderson!” Steve said.

Dustin didn’t acknowledge Steve. Instead, he, Robin, and Erica started working on untying you and Steve.

“Stop talking. Just get ready to run,” Dustin said as the restraints started to loosen.

You tilted your head to the side.

“What?”

“Run!”

You and Steve followed behind the three of them until you reached a little cargo vehicle. Dustin jumped behind the wheel, Erica got in next to him, and Robin shoved you and Steve in the back before getting in behind you.

Dustin slammed the gas pedal, and you all started rolling around. You and Steve were laughing the entire time, even as Dustin continued to toss you around. Robin smacked the metal lattice separating you from the front.

“Hey, dingus! Can you drive a little better? We’re getting tossed around like a salad back here.”

“Yeah,” you said through your giggles, “my grandmother drives better than you.”

Steve threw his head back and guffawed as if that line was the funniest thing he had ever heard.

“That’s a good one,” he said to you before turning toward Dustin and saying, “Yeah, Henderson, her grandmother is a better driver!”

You and Steve leaned into each other, laughing uncontrollably when the vehicle slammed into something. You, Robin, and Steve smacked into the side of the vehicle and started groaning before the door opened. Robin got out first, then helped drag you and Steve out. Dustin ushered you all back into the elevator before using the keycard he stole to shut the door and send the elevator into its ascension. You could barely stay up on your feet which made you laugh even more than before. Steve was jumping around the room, pretending the elevator was a rollercoaster. You joined in his hooting and hollering through your laughter. You grabbed ahold of Steve’s arm, and he turned to you.

“This is fun! Let’s ride this one again when it’s over!”

The smile that was already spread across Steve’s face grew as he shouted “Yes,” at the same time, Dustin, Erica, and Robin shouted “No.” It wasn’t long before the shaking stopped, and the door opened to the loading area of the mall. Robin corralled you and Steve out of the room to follow Dustin and Erica. But as you walked toward the gate to exit toward the parking lot, two guards rounded the corner and saw you all.

“Shit,” Dustin said under his breath. “Run. Run!”

Robin shoved you and Steve in the opposite direction, and suddenly your and his giggles were back in full force. You all ran through a side door and let Dustin guide you through the series of hallways. Your and Steve’s laughter echoed against the empty halls. You could hardly breathe from running and laughing, so you started to lag behind. But Steve quickly took your hand in his and practically dragged you the rest of the way.

Dustin came to an abrupt stop at a door, opened it just slightly, and when he deemed the coast was clear, he walked through. You didn’t have time to realize where you were until Dustin threw open another set of doors and revealed Back to the Future on a screen. Dustin led you all down to the front before Robin pushed you and Steve into two seats.

“You two, sit. And don’t move,” Dustin said, his voice sharp.

Steve threw his hands up and motioned toward the screen.

“But these seats suck, man. We’ve gotta try and find a better spot.”

“Yeah,” you concurred, “and what if I have to pee?”

Dustin heaved a sigh and shut his eyes briefly before saying, “Don’t. Move,” pointing his finger at you both with each word.

You watched the three of them walk to the end of the row and take a seat before turning your attention back to the movie. With the amount of drugs coursing through your system, nothing that was happening on screen was making any sense to you. So, you scooted a little closer to Steve and rested your head on his shoulder, shutting your eyes. He leaned his head onto yours, his hair brushing against your forehead in the process. Then, you felt his hand graze against yours on the armrest. Even when you weren’t sober, the touch sent shivers rushing down your spine. His fingers crawled over your hand, and with each drag, your heart beat just a little faster. You kept your eyes closed, but you were very aware of everything he was doing. He took his time, creeping his hand under yours until you and his were intertwined. This wasn’t the first time you held hands with Steve, but for some reason, sitting in the Starcourt movie theater, high on some random Russian drug, it felt more intimate than before.

You stayed like that for a while, listening to Marty and Doc bicker on screen until Steve’s head turned, and his lips brushed against your ear.

“Do you want to go get something to eat from the food court?”

You sat upright and looked at Steve, the shadows of the movie playing on his bruised face. A smile pulled at your lips, and you whispered, “Yes,” before you and Steve stood up and snuck out of the theater.

Once you were in the lobby, neither of you could control the bout of giggles that was fighting to get out while you were walking up the stairs. Your hand was still firmly in Steve’s, and you leaned into Steve and let out a loud laugh. Steve was giggling like a little girl, but when he threw his head back, he stopped moving. You looked at him, eyes still glazed over from the drugs.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, bringing your other hand up to hold onto his arm.

But Steve didn’t say anything, so you looked up too. Your mouth fell open as you stared at the lights that were dangling from the ceiling. It was like nothing you had ever seen before. They were twinkling and incandescent. It was like someone had plucked all the brightest stars and hung them from the ceiling. You were almost positive they didn’t look like that on a day-to-day basis. You knew it was probably the drugs, but you didn’t care. It was beautiful.

“Woah,” you breathed out.

Steve nodded.

“Yeah.”

You weren’t sure how long you stayed that way, watching the lights dance over the top of you. But you didn’t move until the lights started to swirl into one another, creating a mirage. Suddenly, the ground felt like it was moving, and the whole room started to spin faster and faster. You swallowed the bile that was creeping up your throat, but then nausea hit you like a punch to the gut. You let go of Steve and brought one hand to your mouth and the other to your stomach.

“Steve,” you gagged, “I-I think I’m gonna be sick.”

You didn’t wait to hear what he had to say. Instead, you ran into the nearest bathroom and into the first stall. You fell to your knees just before your stomach started to rid itself of everything you had eaten that day. It was only moments after you started to vomit that you heard someone in the stall next to you also vomiting. When you had completely emptied your stomach, you wiped your mouth, flushed the toilet, and leaned against the wall. Your head was still pounding, and you were shivering a little from getting sick. You could feel sweat beading on your forehead and trailing down your back. You were sure you looked and now smelled like a dump, but that was the least of your worries as you listened to Steve heaving in the stall next to you. It felt like forever before he stopped, and the toilet flushed, sending the bathroom into total silence. Minutes passed before you finally decided to say anything.

“Are you still alive in there?”

“Yeah,” Steve mumbled, “I’m still alive.”

You leaned your head back against the wall again and let out a dry laugh.

“Hey, I don’t feel like the room is spinning anymore. What about you?”

A beat of silence passed.

“Holy shit,” Steve finally said. “It’s not spinning. You think we puked it all up?”

You sat upright again and looked at the red stall.

“I don’t know. Ask me something.”

You could hear Steve shuffle around.

“Okay, um,” he paused, “where is the weirdest place you, uh, have gone to the bathroom?”

“In a secret underground Russian base,” you said without hesitation.

“What?”

“When they took me to that room alone. I may have peed my pants.”

Steve’s low chuckle bounced off the bathroom walls.

“Oh, my God.”

You started to fall into a fit of giggles as you dropped your head into your hands.

“It was only a little, though. Just a tiny bit.”

“Yeah,” Steve said through his laughter, “it’s definitely still in your system.”

The two of you shared a chuckle, but once your breathing was back to normal, you shook your head.

“Okay, okay, it’s my turn.”

“Alright. Hit me.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth for a brief second before asking, “Have you ever been in love?”

The question came out before you could stop yourself, and you immediately regretted it. The silence from before fell over the room. The only sound was your quiet breathing. You wanted to slap yourself for asking such a personal question. Sure, you two were friends, but your love lives were something that neither of you really discussed. You dropped your head for a second, waiting for Steve to reply, but he didn’t.

“Steve?” You asked, worry thick in your voice. “Did you just die on me?”

You could hear him blow a rush of air through his nose.

“No, no. I’m still breathing.”

You started fidgeting with your uniform.

“Well? Have you ever been in love?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, “I have.”

It went quiet before he added, “I am.”

Your head shot up at his last statement.

“Oh. You are?”

A dull ache found a home in your chest as you waited for him to go on.

“Yeah,” he began, “she’s, uh, she’s pretty great. This girl she’s beautiful and funny. She’s so smart, like way smarter than me, and I’ve known her a really long time. But I’ve never said anything to her.”

Your mind was racing as you tried to think of all the girls you and Steve went to school with. You thought of which girls he spent most of his time with and the ones he flirted with, but you couldn’t focus. Your heart felt like it was breaking, piece by piece, the longer you sat there wallowing in the thought that Steve, your Steve, was in love with someone else. But you didn’t want to expose how hurt you were, so you swallowed down your feelings and asked him, “Why not?”

“I’m afraid that she doesn’t feel the same way,” he said, and you could almost hear him shrug his shoulders. “But after almost dying in a Russian base, I’m starting to think I should just tell her, you know? Because she makes me happy. Like I’m happiest when I��m with her. And I think she deserves to know that I feel that way about her, you know?”

There was silence before Steve quietly added, “That I love her.”

You felt like you were dying as you sat there listening to the admiration drip from Steve’s every word as he described this girl. Tears that you didn’t want to shed began to pool in your eyes, but you wiped them away as quickly as they appeared. All these years and Steve had been pining after someone else while you fell harder and harder for him. You wanted to get up and run away. There was no way you’d be able to face him now that he confessed his love for someone else. But you didn’t get a chance to act on your rash thoughts because the quietest tap came from Steve’s stall.

“Y/N? You alright?”

You nodded, trying to convince yourself that you were fine and not falling apart at the seams.

“Yeah,” you said, making your voice as cheery as you could manage, “I’m fine.”

A hush fell over the bathroom. You sat with your head pressed against the wall, willing yourself to keep it together, when you heard Steve moving. When you looked up, Steve was sliding into your stall, feet first, until he was sitting in front of you.

“That floor is disgusting,” you said softly, and Steve just shrugged.

“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…”

You let out a little laugh, then started fidgeting with your uniform again. You could feel Steve’s eyes on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, afraid that if you did, all the tears you had been suppressing would flood out. You were fiddling with a loose string when Steve’s foot nudged your hip. Finally, you brought your eyes to meet Steve’s.

“What about you?” He asked.

You knitted your brow, and he asked, “Have you ever been in love?”

Your throat clenched, and your stomach began to roll again, but you nodded anyway.

“Yeah,” you said, voice a little shaky, “but he doesn’t love me.”

“Why do you say that?”

You wanted to scream at him, but it wasn’t his fault. Steve had no idea how you really felt about him. And you weren’t going to admit to your feelings now. So, you just looked at him and said, “Because he told me.”

Steve’s adam’s apple bobbed, and he dropped your stare. The tears from before burned in your throat, but you refused to let them fall. You sat up a little straighter and sucked in a deep breath.

“He described this amazing girl to me, and he said he’s in love with her,” you stated before throwing your arms in the air. “And it makes sense, you know? She sounds amazing. He deserves someone like her because he’s one of the best people I know.”

You dropped your head and began to think of everything you loved about Steve.

“He’s sweet, and he’s protective. He cares so much, and he makes me laugh. And he’s adorable. Like the way he just seems so,” you tilted your head back and forth, “oblivious all the time.”

You lifted your stare to meet Steve’s again.

“But I don’t care because I love him, and I would do just about anything to be with him.”

Steve stared at you, wordless, and you took him in. Everything was out of sorts. His hair was flattened from being thrown around by the Russians. His face was swollen and bruised. But one thing that was the same was his eyes. Those deep brown eyes, like the strongest honey from a bee, never changed. They felt warm and safe. They felt like home. Steve’s eyes finally met yours again, and he ran his hand through his hair.

“Does this guy have a name?”

You nodded.

“Does your girl have a name?”

“She does.”

You took in a slow deep breath and exhaled.

“Are you going to tell me who it is?”

Steve licked his lips and looked away. His foot started to tap next to you, and his hands clasped together in his lap. You never took your eyes off him as you watched his brain contemplate his next words. But when he finally looked at you again, the emotion in his eyes nearly knocked the wind out of you.

“It’s you, Y/N. I love you.”

Your lips parted as your jaw went slack. The euphoria that you were feeling was something you had never felt before. It was like you were floating, being carried away by the butterflies that were attacking your insides. And your heart was so full of joy you believed that at any second it was going to burst. You went to speak, but before you could say anything, Steve was already talking.

“But it’s okay,” he said, his head dipping, “Um, it’s pretty evident that the feelings aren’t mutual, so,” he trailed off with a shrug of his shoulders.

A tiny laugh fell from your lips, and Steve looked at you. The pain he was feeling was written all over his face. You shook your head.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bit of an airhead?”

“No. Why?”

Another laugh spilled out of you, and you said, “Because you are.”

Steve’s pain quickly turned to offense at your statement, and his once slumped shoulders straightened.

“Hey! Okay, that’s not-”

You shushed him as you leaned forward and, with the utmost caution, cupped his cheeks and planted the smallest kiss on Steve’s lips. When you pulled away, Steve’s eyes were like saucers.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because,” you said, “the feelings are very much mutual.”

You pressed your forehead against his.

“I love you too, Steve.”

You brushed his hair away, moved your hands to the back of his head, and kissed him on the forehead. Your lips stayed there for a minute before you pulled him into a tight embrace. Your legs were straddling his waist, and his head was pressed up against your chest. You were sure he could hear how erratic your heart was beating, but you didn’t care at the moment. Steve’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even tighter against him. You let out a light chuckle.

“You smell like vomit.”

Steve began to laugh and pushed you back enough to look at you.

“Thanks. So do you.”

A smile spread across your face as your chuckles slowly turned into full-blown laughter. You would have stayed in Steve’s lap for the rest of the evening had time permitted. But the bathroom door swinging open had those plans going straight down the drain. Dustin, Erica, and Robin stomped in, and you all looked at each other in silence for a beat before Dustin motioned toward the door.

“What are you two doing? Get off the floor, and let’s go. We’re meeting everyone at Hopper’s cabin.”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed.

“How do you plan on getting there?”

Dustin dangled a set of keys in front of himself, and you recognized them immediately.

“My keys. How did you-”

“We made a pit stop while we were trying to find you two dinguses,” Robin said, pulling you and Steve to your feet. “Now, let’s go.”

You all exited the bathroom and started to make your way toward the parking lot. Steve took your hand in his and gave a squeeze. You smiled up at him. You had no clue what was waiting for you all at Hopper’s cabin. All you knew was that you had Steve right there by your side throughout all of it. But the night wasn’t over. Sure, you survived the secret Russian base. Now all you had to do was survive the Mindflayer.  

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[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

“Teaming up is unfair!!” with ler!eddie and ler!steve 🫣🫢

"Teaming up is unfair!!!"

Those were the words that left your mouth, and they were quickly followed by a screech and a symphony of giggles as Steve and Eddie began poking and clawing at your torso. "Youhou cahahan't juhuhust bohoth- HEHEY! THIHIS IHIHIS SOHOHO UNFAHAHAIRRR!"

"Says the instigator?" Robin teased from the passenger seat, her brows furrowed and lips curled into a grin of amusement.

Your eyes met Robin's in the car's front view mirror, but before you could say something, Steve had dug his thumbs into your hips, making you shriek with laughter and twist in your seat. "Sahays the instigator! You started this tickle fight. We're just finishing it!"

"Perhaps it wasn't the wisest plan to provoke both of us... when you're the one stuck in the middle seat, Y/N~" Eddie sang, pausing his playful onslaught on your sides while he looked into the mirror, which prompted Steve to stop and allow you a moment to breathe. "Hey, Wheeler, about how much longer would you say we'll be stuck in the car for?"

"About fifteen minutes," Nancy answered. "Give or take a few."

You saw the mischievous glint in Steve's eyes, before looking over at Eddie, only to see that same glint of utter mischief, complete with an impish grin. "Ohoh noho... Dohohon't youhou dahahare! DOHON'T YOUHOU EHEHEVEN DAHAHAHAHARE!"

Steve gasped loudly, with an air of sarcasm and sass. "Oh shit! Guess what? We dared~!"

"Double dared~"

"Double. Dared."

"If you make Y/N kick my seat again like you did last time I'll come back there, dingus." Robin warned, moving her seat forward for good measure as Nancy chuckled.

"Oh please. You nearly tripped on air this morning but you're gonna come back here while the car is moving?" Steve continued his banter with Robin as he and Eddie continued their playful revenge.

You weren't about to say it out loud, but you had no regrets about bothering the two. It certainly made for an entertaining car ride.

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Happy Halloween everyone! AGDHSJD This is the first drabble I've written for ler!Steve and I hope I did good with writing him in character 🥺 /gen

Thank you so much for the prompt, anon! This was fun to write 😖 /gen /pos

Until next time!

~ Ushu 💜 (/p)