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odetolocksmiths · 2 years ago

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On My Way - Jim Hopper x Single Mom!Reader

ONE

Pairing: Jim Hopper x (Single-ish)Mom!Reader

In this chapter: You and your daughter Willow are traveling to Hawkins!

Summary: Together with her daughter Willow, Y/N tries to get away from her abusive husband. Running away from home, she takes shelter in her sister Joyce's house a few towns over. Here Y/N tries to build a better life for herself and her daughter, she meets Jim and Eleven and becomes a better aunt to her nephews, Will and Jonathan.

But what happens when her husband comes back into their lives, trying to make it a living hell? Will he pull apart the stable base she has created for her and her daughter?

TW: trauma, abuse mentions, (i'll update as the fic is progressing)

A/N: i really hope you like this! please let me know what you think so far :)

Words: 1499

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The train came to a stop with a loud creaking noise of the brakes. The carriage shook you around and the empty bottle of soda on the little counter fell to the ground. You got up, threw the bottle away in the little trashcan and grabbed your big backpack.

“Come on, sweetheart. We need to get off here.” You said, swinging your backpack around your shoulders. Willow perked up, she was sick of sitting all the time and not being able to go outside. During the train ride, she repeatedly kept asking when you both were getting off the train. Even though there was nothing to do much, at one point Willow’s energy was so drained you couldn’t keep her still. She was tired and longed to cuddle with her teddy bear, which she got as a present from the lady down the street the day you moved there when she was only one years old. This is the same lady who offered you and your daughter help to escape, by saving all the extra money you made from being a waitress at a café and even chipped in the last bit of money needed to buy these train tickets.

Willow was holding your hand when you were making your way to the bus stations. With every breath you took, the clouds of condensation left your mouth. The tips of your ears and nose felt like it froze stiff and if you would even dare to touch it, it’d break off.

“It’s so cold.” Willow said suddenly. You gave a little huff and looked at her. With the one hand she had left, she tried to put the shawl around her neck well.

“Here, let me help you sweetheart.” You crouched down, taking the shawl entirely off her shoulders so you could wrap it better around her face, so it covered her nose, mouth, and ears. With a simple tug at her beanie, her entire face was covered and kept warm, except for her eyes. You let your hands rest on her cheeks and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“We’re almost on the bus, yeah? From there we have to travel a few hours and then we get to see auntie Joyce and you can take a nap in a real bed.” Willow nodded and grabbed your hand.

“Let’s go mama. We can do this.” She said full enthusiasm and dragged you into the direction you were walking to in the first place. Her enthusiasm made you chuckle, even though Willow experienced much sadness in her life, it surprises you every time on how positive she goes through life. Where sometimes you walk into a situation where you see no way out, Willow somehow manages to bring over her positive energy to calm you down and see things from a new perspective. She also gives you the motivation and drive to strife for her happiness, but also your own. To be honest, without her, you’d be in such a different place in your life right now. Possible worse than the situation you’re already in.

Not long after that, you were on the bus. Before you got on, you found a place for you and Willow to do your needs and after that you bought a little breakfast, so Willow had at least something in her stomach during the last stretch of the trip. Not long after you went on board, she fell asleep and left you and your thoughts alone. You didn’t even know where to begin, your head was so full of different thoughts and memories, and you were scared that if you were going to pluck them out one by one, you’d end up like a mess. One bigger than you already were.

Without trying to think of the sad and terrible things, you tried to think about the happier ones. Such as Willow, and Joyce. You can’t stop thinking about the moment Joyce will open the door, how will she react? What will she say? Are you welcome, even though last time you saw her you left without saying anything? Does she hate you? There were many questions floating around in your head and you tried to stop imagining the worst possible scenarios, especially the ones where Joyce would slam the door in your face, leaving you and your four-year old daughter in the cold.

You haven’t seen your sister in ages. It’s been a couple of years since you two last talked, it was just around the time you got into a relationship with Kevin. You should’ve listened to Joyce when she tried to warn you, she didn’t trust him at all. But they say love makes blind, right?

You and Kevin were dating for about two months, and everything went great. He was taking care of you, making sure you were okay and every time he came to visit or pick you up to go on a date, he’d bring flowers and chocolates. He was polite, kind and was everything in a man you have never had before. He made you feel good, made you feel loved. So, when he came to pick you up for a date and told you during dinner, he got a job offer a few states over, you didn’t hesitate to pack your bags and move with him across the country. Of course, you thought about saying goodbye to Joyce, but you knew she would try and stop you, so you thought it was for the best to give her a call when you arrived at your new home. But you never got around to calling her, you never even got a chance. And now it has been a couple of years. Jonathan would be a full young adult now and Will a teenager. You felt guilty for not being there for Joyce, for helping with your nephews as you know Lonnie was never around. There wasn’t a day where you weren’t thinking about them. Wondering how it would be if the contact was there again. Would you have been happier?

With all the emotions you were feeling, you tried to neutralise your feelings the moment you saw the welcoming sign of Hawkins. With the sleeves of your sweater, you wiped away the tears that got away onto your cheek. You took a deep sniff, blew your nose with a piece of paper, and took a sip of the water bottle you kept in your bag. You put your hand on Willow’s shoulder and gently shook her so she would wake up.

“You need to wake up baby, we’re almost here.” You whispered into her ear. She opened her eyes but squeezed them shut again with a swift motion. The look of her face made you giggle. It was early in the afternoon and the sun came through. It was quite nice, the warm feeling of the rays of sunshine stretched out over your skin.

“Can we go for ice cream?” Your daughter asked while you were watching the bus drive off in the distance. There is no turning back. You looked at her face, there was a look of hope and a glistering of happiness in her eyes. You chuckled.

“Of course, I promised you yesterday, remember?” The smile on the little girl’s face widened and she gave out a scream of happiness while clapping her hands. You guided her to the place where you remember being a snackbar a couple of years ago and you hoped it would still be there. It would be awkward to tell her now that you don’t know where to get a soft ice cream on a cone. On the inside, you said a little thank you when the snackbar was still at the spot you remembered.

You had asked the server of the snackbar if you could use the phone to call for a cab to your sister's house. Normally you would’ve walked it, but Willow was tired and there was no way you could carry your heavy backpack on your back while carrying Willow all the way. Luckily, it was no problem and within twenty minutes there was a cab waiting for you outside the building. It was a fifteen-minute drive, and now you were standing at the front door to your sister’s house.

With a deep sigh and trying to shake out every nervous feeling, you knocked on the door. Would she be home? Would one of her sons be home? Who would answer the door? Will she recognize you? Are you welcome? What if nobody’s home, what would you do then? Where will you go if-

The sound of the lock opening interrupted your thoughts. This is it, you thought. This is the moment. You squeezed Willow’s little hand and closed your eyes. The nervousness was getting too much. You opened your eyes when the door went open to reveal a woman with brown eyes and brown hair. The woman’s face changed from neutral to one with her eyebrows raised and eyes in shock.

“Y/N?”

#jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #reader insert #jim hopper x mom!reader #jim hopper x single mom!reader #jim hopper x you #dad!jim hopper x reader #dad!jim hopper x mom!reader #dad!jim hopper x single mom!reader #stranger things #eleven #jane hopper #el hopper #mother reader #jim hopper fluff #jim hopper x reader fluff

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loverlylight · 11 months ago

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Got a little bit of writing done! Hoping to do more later today but since I'm tired and since it's not a work day I can take a nap whenever I want so I'm hoping to do so now for a bit.

It's also kinda funny, I've gotten two additional fic ideas, both for Starkid productions. One is for VHSCC because if Jim works for Scrooge that means he and Bob are coworkers so I wanted to write them being friends, and one about Jonathan Brisby because honestly the dude was being pretty reasonable, it was just by virtue of the tropes of the story and his accent/word choices that made him seem like a... okay I'm sorry, my phone's predictive text thought the next word there should be "lesbian" which is... interesting. Anyway I was gonna say those things are what made him seem like a bad person. What makes this interesting is that if we put the various Starkid productions under the same umbrella that means I have three different fic ideas for three different fandoms, but it's still fairly unbalanced since two of the SAF ideas are multi-chapter and all the ideas for other fandoms are one-shots.

Also, if I can get the hang of how AO3 works, I might try moving a couple of my fics from FF.net over. Only the ones I still like, because while I'd never delete something I already wrote it's also like I don't really feel the need to bring over every silly thing I wrote when I was 14, you know? The only one I know off the top of my head that I'd for sure bring over is "You're not my brother" because that one still makes me cry when I re-read it. Before I end this post, speaking of not deleting fics, You're not my brother is a Ruby-Spears Megaman fanfic, and my favorite fanfiction author of all time, Atreyu452, wrote a lot of fics for that show that were amazing and still stick with me and I was devastated when they deleted all their fics. (Which probably happened, like, a decade ago at this point.) Anyway I'd avoid deleting your work whenever possible, because even if you're no longer interested in whatever creative endeavor that produced them or you don't think they're good enough quality, not only is creativity worthwhile even just for the sake of creating but even if you no longer care about it there might be someone out there who does.

#my mind is an odd place #this got way longer than intended my apologies

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tsugarubecker · 2 years ago

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Preview of a fic I’m working on! This is gonna be a long one. Just spat this out in a bit of a writing sprint, it will undoubtedly be edited later on. But for now, check it out if you’d like. TLDR it will eventually be the story of how Mike and Will wind up talking about The Painting. Chapter one is from El’s POV. Enjoy

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None of them have been doing much of anything useful since they got back to Hawkins.

There isn’t much to do at the moment, frankly. The Upside Down is spilling into Hawkins through massive, sickly, gas-retching gashes in the earth. Red and pulsating like lava. The spores get thicker every day. They stay in the house. All of them. The Wheelers’ house is big enough to house the whole party and all their family members, partners, and tag-alongs, thankfully.

It’s been three weeks. Max hasn’t woken up.

Vecna also hasn’t made a move. El is grateful for that, at least. She’s recovering – physically, mentally, emotionally. She’s gained Hopper back. She’s lost her first big fight, causing her to wonder if Papa was right about her abilities.

She’s lost Max. Maybe for forever.

When she’s not putting on a mask and braving the spores outside to go out and see Max at the hospital, she’s at home. Mostly sleeping. Her body and mind are tired. She’s recovering, and she thinks – she hopes – Vecna must be doing the same. She’s grateful, at least, for the reprieve. She knows it can’t last long. Before long something is bound to shift – she just hopes she’s ready for it when it does.

When she’s not with Max or sleeping, she’s with Hopper or her brothers or Joyce. Sipping coffee, eating toast or eggos, talking quietly. Sometimes she’s with Dustin. Or Lucas, at the hospital. And every so often with Mike, although things have been awkward between them.

They haven’t exactly… Talked About It, yet.

And she knows they have to. She just can’t even begin to decipher what words to use to say what she needs to say. She can barely even tell, most days, what it is she needs to say. Let alone what she actually wants to say.

It’s easier to pretend she can’t see his eyes trying to catch hers across the hallway as she moves past, headed to the bedroom she’s sharing with Holly and Nancy for another long nap.

But today is different. She couldn’t scoot by. He caught her off guard while she sipped coffee at noon with Hopper. She was peering over Hopper’s shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the funnies when something moved in front of her eyes, blocking her view. Her eyes refocused. Comic books.

“Want to come read with me instead of trying to read over yer Dad’s shoulder?”

She looks up at Hopper. Catches his eye. She swears six different conversations fly between them as he raises his eyebrow at her. “...Yeah, go on, kid. I’m not gonna be done with this paper for a while.”

Trapped. She makes a subtle face at Hopper that Mike can’t see and resists the urge to roll her eyes. “Okay.” She gets up. Mike is standing there bouncing a little on his toes, looking nervous. “...Where are we going,” she asks.

“Oh! Uhh. To my bedroom, I guess. Lucas is at the hospital and Dustin is watching TV in the living room with his mom.”

Was the house cramped? Yeah. Did the people who didn’t live there sometimes venture back to their own homes? Yes. But none of them knew what would happen next. It was safer to stay together in case something happened very suddenly. It was safest to be close to El. She had a lot of complicated feelings about that, but she knew it was true. She had heard the adults discuss it, too. She knew they were right.

Her thoughts had wandered – she found herself following Mike to the bedroom he now shared with the other boys. Other than Will. Will had asked for the basement, with Jonathan.

Once upon a time she would have thought that was odd. Nowadays, she thought that Will not wanting to share Mike’s bedroom was one more mental check mark on a list she was silently keeping in her mind. What she knew of romantic feelings, she had learned from TV. When it clicked for her that she might have missed something big, a whole lot of things started to make a whole lot more sense. She had not shared these thoughts with anyone yet. But they were a big part of her avoidance of Mike and her avoidance, specifically, of any one-on-one time with him – let alone any real, honest conversations.

She came back to the present again. (She found this was happening a lot lately. But she figured she could give herself a break – a lot had happened recently. So no wonder her thoughts were all over the place.) Mike had climbed up onto his bed and propped himself up on an elbow to read. He held out a comic to her. “Come read with me?”

In spite of herself, El smiled. The idea of lying comfortably on a bed with someone, reading comic books, gave her a warm feeling of nostalgia that she couldn’t immediately place. Then she glanced down at the comic Mike was thrusting toward her.

Wonder Woman.

Oh, she realized. Oh, okay. That’s why.

Ignoring multiple signals from her body, including desires to cry, run out of the room, or smash something through a window, she forced herself to reach out and take the comic book. She climbed up onto the bed, lied down on her stomach, and started to read.

#byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #don't want to tag this with el bc i'm scared of the melvins lol #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #mike and will #will and mike #otp: crazy together

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fanficimagery · 2 years ago

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Welcome to the Party

Imagine being Steve Harrington's sister and catching the eye of the new guy who wants to dethrone your brother.

Words: 5.6K Author's Note: So I did a rewatch of ST and I forgot how much of a dick Steve was before he realized the error of his ways. And Jonathan snappin' those pictures really was a creep move. So this is a ST!AU where my boys aren't cringe or douchey. Also timeline? What timeline? Things in ST happen way too fast. We're gonna take this one day at a time.

Nothing interesting ever happened in Hawkins- not counting what went down with Will Byers, the Hawkins Lab, or the fact that monsters and little girls with supernatural abilities existed- so when a new family moves to town, you hear all about it.

Thanks to your parents' nosy ways, you know all about Neil Hargrove and his new wife Susan, his teenage son Billy and her younger teenage daughter Maxine. No one knows why a family from California would move to a place like Hawkins, Indiana, but no one is brave enough to question it.

The newbies don't show up to school on Monday, but on Tuesday at Hawkins High, the only thing anyone can talk about during your first two class periods is the Californian babe who rolled up in a roaring Chevrolet Camaro earlier that morning. And by your third class period, you're more than ready for a nap in order to drown out all the incessant giggling.

"You can go ahead and take a seat by YN. YN, please raise your hand." You hear the words, but you don't really register them. Not until the voice is snapping at you. "YN!"

"What!?"

The classroom giggles as you scowl at the teacher, mood souring at your near nap being interrupted. "I said to please raise your hand so that Mr. Hargrove can see where he's supposed to sit."

"I'm pretty sure with the two of us holding this conversation, Mr. Hargrove knows exactly who I am and knows where to sit now. Holding up my hand is redundant."

Crossing your arms over your desktop once more, you lay your head down and hope there are no more interruptions during the class period.

"Someone's not a mid-morning person." If the voice hadn't tipped you off to this being the new guy, then him speaking to you surely did because your regular classmates knew enough to leave you be. When you crack open an eye, he smirks. "Name's Billy."

"YN. Now shh. I'm not tolerable until after lunch."

You can practically feel the new guy staring at you, so you turn your head the other way and listen with half an ear to make sure you're not missing anything important in class. The teacher drones on and on, putting on a video halfway and passing out sheets of paper that you're to answer while watching. So groaning, you sit back up and complete your class work.

"Hey," Billy utters. "What'd you get for number six? I didn't catch it."

You sign your name on top of your paper and hold it out for him. "You can copy the rest if you take my paper up there with yours so I don't have to get up."

"Done."

As soon as Billy has your paper in hand and starts copying your answers, you lay your head back down and hope to catch a few minutes of shut eye. Instead, you're unable to sleep so you listen to the other females sitting closest to Billy attempt to flirt with him.

Then when the bell rings, you leave without so much as sparing him another glance.

You have to endure another full class period before it's time for lunch, and then with a full lunch tray you make your way to the table that now consists of Steve, Nancy and Jonathan. Steve is the only one who acknowledges your presence, grunting a greeting to which you nod at before digging into your pizza and corn.

"So have any of you had a class with that douchebag from Cali?" Steve asks.

You shrug. "Third period."

"And?"

"And nothing. He's cute, but too cocky. Got him to take my work up to the front of the class so I could go back to sleep."

Nancy grins. "Anything for naptime, huh?"

"You know it."

Jonathan chuckles as you move on to eating your fruit cup, happily munching on the peaches and pineapples.

The rest of the school day passes without anything interesting happening, the only exception being when Billy called the female population of Hawkins High nothing but heifers. You had taken incredible offense to it, barking out a sharp hey! at him to which he merely smirked and amended his statement that most were heifers. You couldn't find it in yourself to disagree, shrugged, and continued on with your day.

The following school day, the day of Halloween, is about the same. Nothing interesting happens, Tina shoves a party invitation into your hands, Billy attempts to talk to you yet again, and then you discuss costume ideas with Steve and Nancy. They wanted to go as the couple from Risky Business and you wanted to go as bad girl Sandy from Grease since it was the simplest costume you could come up with on short notice.

So, after school you immediately head home to catch a nap before you have to wake up and get dressed.

By the time you, Steve and Nancy pull up to Tina's, the party is in full swing. Toilet paper hangs from the trees and is draped all over the bushes. Cans of beer and solo cups litter the front yard, and your peers stumble in and out of the house, even stumbling alongside the side of the house and spilling out into the backyard.

Dressed in skintight black pants and an off the shoulder black blouse that is also just as tight, you carefully weave in and out of the crowd in peep toe red heels. Your hair is curled to near perfection, and almost as soon as you enter the house Steve and Nancy break off to do their own thing.

Making an immediate beeline for the kitchen, you grab yourself a red solo cup and fill it with the spiked punch. You look around for a familiar face, for someone to talk to, but no one catches your interest. At least not until you hear a crowd chanting, counting loudly and excitedly which can only mean one thing- someone is about to beat your brother's keg stand record.

Walking towards the back door, you lean against the opened doorway as rowdy partygoers hold the legs of some guy. Then when they let him down, the cocky new record holder spews beer upward. "That's how you do it, Hawkins! Thats. How. You. Do. It!"

Billy Hargrove wears nothing but jeans and a leather jacket hanging off the shoulders of his glistening torso. He has a cigarette in hand, taking a drag from it just as his gaze lands on you. He changes his direction, leaving Tommy hanging and staring in confusion at his back.

"Congratulations, Keg King," you muse.

His eyes look you up and down, his tongue peeking out as he licks his lips. "You know I did some diggin' and found out some stuff."

"Oh yeah? And what did you find out?"

"That you're the princess of Hawkins High." You snort and take a sip of your drink. "Don't worry though, little Harrington. Your brother's been dethroned, and I have no need for a princess. A queen, however.."

"Ha!" You laugh. "Hate to be the bearer of bad news, Cali, but I'm not one of the girls in line to take a ride in your shiny Camaro."

"No, you're not, are you?" He looks you up and down again, taking a drag of his cigarette before he flicks it away. "So, what are you supposed to be?"

"Sandy Olsson. Grease."

"Never heard of it."

"No, you wouldn't have," you say. "You seem like the type of guy who makes out in the movie theater instead of actually enjoying the movie you paid to watch."

"What can I say? The chicks love me."

"I'm sure they do." You go to take another sip of your drink, only to realize the cup is empty. You frown down into it and Billy chuckles.

"Come on." He turns you around, facing the kitchen, and slings an arm around your shoulders. "Let's go get you a refill." Tucked under Billy's arm, you don't pay anyone any mind. You know there are glares directed at you, but you rather not deal with any drama. But just as you're entering the kitchen, Nancy is rushing out and Steve is chasing after her. You frown and make a move to follow, but Billy holds you back. "Na uh, princess. You're with me right now."

"But Steve-"

"-is a big boy. I'm pretty sure he can handle his girl."

You huff as you shrug off Billy's arm and serve yourself another cup of what your peers are saying is pure fuel. As Billy serves his own cup, you hop up on the kitchen counter. Billy takes a gulp from his cup as he stares at you and then boldly moves closer to you before positioning himself between your knees. You let your feet hook around so they catch on the back of his knees. "Careful, Cali, or your favorite heifers are gonna create a stampede out of a fit of anger."

One hand lands on your thigh as the other holds his drink. "I don't care about these small-town girls."

"No?" You arch an eyebrow at him. "You seem pretty interested in one of those small-town girls right now."

"Because in the two days I've been here, you're one of the few who hasn't twirled your hair or battled your gunked up eyelashes at me."

"Hey!" You playfully shove his shoulder. "My eyelashes don't have gunk on them."

"If you say so."

His boyish smile is almost enough to distract you from what's going on behind him.

Almost.

Steve is pushing through the crowd of costumed party goers, his expression a mixture of anger and hurt. You frown and, just as Billy turns to see what's caught your attention, you nudge him back to hurry after your brother.

Pushing through your peers, you break through the front door and stumble down the front sidewalk. "Steve?" You call out. You glance around the front yard, finding your brother at his car and fumbling with his keys to open the driver's door. "Steve!"

You try to hurry towards him, only for your brother to finally enter his car and start the engine, peeling away from the curb. You stand where his car was once parked, throwing your arms out at your sides in frustration.

"What happened?"

You glance over your shoulder to see Billy frowning as well. "Like I know." Then glancing over the front yard, you spot Jonathan helping a clearly drunk Nancy to his own car. Marching towards them, you ask, "What the hell's going on? Why'd Steve take off?"

Jonathan stares at you as if he's been caught red handed doing something he wasn't supposed to, and Nancy keeps mumbling the word bullshit over and over. "I-I don't know," he stammers. "I think they had a fight."

"The relationship is such bullshit," Nancy suddenly slurs. "Steve's bullshit."

Your body tenses at her words and then your eyes narrow as you take a step in Nancy's direction. Jonathan steps between you. "Come on, YN. Not now."

"What the fuck did she do?"

You try to step around him, only to have a hand grab onto your bicep. "Come on, little Harrington, she's wasted. Confront her tomorrow."

Jonathan is clearly surprised by Billy's interference and gives him a quick nod of gratitude. When you turn towards Billy, Jonathan takes that chance to quickly put Nancy into his car. "Do you need a ride?" You hear Jonathan ask.

"Not if she's in the car," you immediately reply when you glance back at him. He winces, but nods in understanding.

As Jonathan leaves, you turn towards Billy. He smirks. "Need a ride?"

"Ugh. Don't look so smug."

As the fight drains out of you, Billy slings an arm around your shoulders and starts to lead you towards his car. "Come on. This party blows anyway. Let's go grab a bite to eat somewhere."

Billy Hargrove is taken by surprise with YN Harrington.

At first, he thought to get close to the girl to get on King Steve's nerve, but Halloween night went and threw a wrench into his plans. Believe it or not, he actually likes talking to the girl and likes her protectiveness over her brother. He didn't get to see just how protective she could be until the following day though, when Nancy Wheeler made the mistake of confronting the siblings, blaming Steve for her being late to school. Steve had scoffed, but YN was right there in Nancy's face, threatening the girl to get a better hold on her alcohol consumption and to fuck off with her better than thou attitude.

Both Steve and Nancy had been stunned, Billy watched from afar with a smirk, and the main topic at Hawkins High that day was how Steve Harrington broke up with Nancy Wheeler.

Billy still made it his mission to dethrone Steve, but he toned down the aggressiveness. Steve still thought him a raging douchebag, but he knew better than to tell YN who she could hang out with. And YN? Well, she didn't make it quite so easy on Billy either, threatening him and his car should he ever throw a single punch in her brother's direction.

For the most part the boys seemed to play it smart, picking on one another to see who would cave and throw the first punch. Unfortunately for them, neither seemed to want to piss off YN and kept their fists to themselves.

Which was odd for Billy because he never cared to get into a girl's good graces unless it was to get into her panties.

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Steve has done a lot of idiotic things in life- things that led to him getting his ass kicked which you greatly approved of- but him thinking he owes Nancy an apology after she called him and their relationship bullshit? Well, that was just the icing on the cake.

Somehow your brother got it into his head that he loved Nancy no matter, even getting her a bouquet of flowers to apologize with. He had tried recruiting you to help him with an apology speech, but you weren't having it and had him drop you off at the Palace Arcade to take your annoyance out on the joysticks and buttons.

You're on your last ship in Galaga, shooting the enemy ships and racking up quite the number of points when a hand slaps down on the screen. You gasp in surprise, the machine emits the telltale noises of your ship dying, and you groan. "Dude, what the hell!?" You follow the owner's hand up his arm and to the face of an amused Billy.

"So, you're a nerd too? My, my, little Harrington. You're full of surprises."

"Whatever." You release the joystick and move on, trying to find a new game to play. "So, what brings you here? This isn't your scene, Hargrove."

"Looking for my dipshit of a stepsister," he says. "Realized she wasn't home and if she isn't there when her mom or my dad get back, I'm gonna get the blame."

"Sorry, man, I haven't seen her."

"Didn't think you did." Billy follows after you, watching as you sigh at not finding anything worth your time and then taking a seat at a small table. He joins you. "Heard she ran around with a bunch of nerds and checked their houses. No one was home, so I came here as a last resort."

"Hmm. Yeah," you say. "I think I know who you're talking about. Those boys are obsessed because she beat their high scores on a few games, but I didn't think they were friends. She seemed kind of annoyed by them."

Billy sighs. "Do you know where they could be?"

"Nope." A look of frustration passes over his features, and you feel for him. "But I could possibly find out? Give me a lift to my house?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

You follow Billy outside to his car, barely having a moment to buckle up before his engine roars to life and his tires screech as the car carries you away to your destination. And since he had given you a ride home Halloween night, he already knew his way around Loch Nora and which house was yours.

Billy follows you inside your house without a word and up to your room without comment. You expect some sort of suggestive commentary when you catch him looking around your room, but nothing ever comes.

The commentary, however not suggestive, comes when he sees the radio you pull out from your bottom drawer. "You really are a nerd."

"Well, this nerd is trying to save your ass, so maybe be nice, yeah?" He grins as you pull the antenna up and click the radio on, then hold down the button. "Dustin, you there? Pick up, kid."

A few seconds pass, much too long for Billy who groans in annoyance. Static comes over the radio and then, "YN? What's going on?"

"Hargrove's driving all over town looking' for a little redhead. She, by chance, wouldn't be with you, would she?"

"Mad Max? Pft. No way."

"Dusty," you coo, "you know I don't like liars."

"Her brother's a raging douchebag! Why do you even talk to him?"

"Hey!" You bark back, coming to the defense of Billy when you see his gaze harden. "The people I decide to spend time with are none of your concern. Now have you seen the kid or not? She's in a shit load of trouble when her mom gets home and finds her missing."

The radio is silent for a little too long and you're about to radio in again when a female voice comes on. "Listen, can you just tell Billy that I'll be home later?"

"That little mother-"

You shake your head at Billy, cutting him off before you hold down the button once more. "Listen, kid, I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm pretty sure your stepdad isn't going to like that answer."

"H-Hey, YN?" The radio has apparently changed hands yet again, this time Steve speaking to you. "Forget the Hargrove family drama for a sec and get your butt down to the junkyard."

"What?"

"You're going to need to bring your bat as well. Henderson got a new pet, and it ate his family cat. He's pretty sure it's a baby demogorgon."

Steve's words make you freeze, mind temporarily blanking as screams from last year's trauma reverberate through your mind. You must have spaced out because Billy shakes you, pointing to the radio in your hands.

"Y-Yeah. Okay. I'll, uh, meet you guys there."

As soon as you're done with the radio, you push the antennae back down and toss the radio aside. You rush towards your closet, opening the door and bringing forth the wooden bat that has nails protruding from the end of it.

"Whoa, whoa. What the hell is going on?" Billy asks. "And what the hell is a baby demogorgon?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," you say. You collect an empty backpack from your closet floor, moving around your room to toss in the radio, a flashlight, and two lighters.

"Try me." Billy says, blocking your doorway.

"Alright. Fine." You huff, standing your ground. "Alternate dimensions exist." Billy scoffs and you arch an eyebrow at him. "Hawkins Lab did experiments on kids and one of them escaped after she accidentally opened a portal to this terrifying dimension."

"Bullshit."

"Will Byers got abducted by a monster from this dimension, as did Barbara Holland, only Barabara didn't survive. There was a monster that we named the demogorgon that stood at least eight feet tall, razor-like talons, and its face opened up like a flower with rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth. That kid that escaped from the lab- we called her Eleven because that was what was tattooed on her wrist- helped save Will and close the portal. Or so we thought because if Dustin really does have a baby demogorgon, we're fucked."

You're breathing a little too quickly after getting that out as quickly as you could and Billy frowns at you. "You're not bullshitting me right now?"

"Do I look like the type of person to bullshit you?" You ask in return. You pull on the straps of the backpack, gripping tight to the handle of your bat. "Now are you going to drive me to the junkyard or am I going to have to bike up there? In case you didn't pick up on it, I'm in a bit of a rush."

This time as you step towards the door, Billy steps out of your way. He rushes after you down the stairs, catching your elbow to lead you back to his car once you step foot outside. "I'm not sure I buy what you're selling, but if Max is where these kids are, I need to pick her up anyway."

You mutter a quiet thanks as you climb back into his car, your right leg immediately bouncing as your anxiety amps up. You direct him towards the junkyard, telling him where to park and that you'd have to walk the rest of the way there.

Trekking through the junk and abandoned vehicles, every little sound sets you on edge. The sun has just gone down, the darkness seems to press in all around you, and the pile of raw meat does nothing to soothe your worry. Billy, on the other hand, seems perfectly at ease puffing away on a cigarette.

As you draw closer to the junked school bus, the door slides open just as three of the windows are yanked down.

"You brought Billy?!" Your brother actually looks offended.

"What the hell, YN!? We're not supposed to tell anyone!" Dustin yells.

"We were supposed to vote if we bring in a new person!" Lucas then adds.

Cocking your hip to the side and swinging the bat upward so it rests on your shoulder, you say, "Oh really? Then why didn't I get a vote when you brought the new girl in? Steve, you get a vote?"

"Well, no, but Billy? Really?"

Still puffing away on his cigarette, Billy shrugs instead of arguing with your brother. If he were being honest, he wasn't sure why you had brought him other than using him for a ride and to get Max.

"At least my friend can help us kick some ass or lift some shit," you retort. "What's your friend gonna do?" You then glance between Dustin and Lucas. "Scream until someone else comes to her rescue?"

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Red, but it's the truth. Between our two fuck ups of bringing in you and Billy, my guy is clearly the better candidate." Steve huffs but doesn't argue. He has to know you're right. "And by the way, neither of you can ever mention what you've heard or might see. The people in charge will kill us."

"What the fuck?" Billy frowns, finally tossing down his cigarette and stomping it out. "Are you serious?"

"Unfortunately." You step towards the bus, climbing the steps. "Now come on, Hargrove. Sun's down and that pile of meat is clearly meant to draw something here. We better wait it out."

With a groan, Billy follows you on the bus. "I swear to God, this is stupid. If we get into deep shit over this, Maxine, I'm gonna kick your ass."

Max seems to tense, and you roll your eyes, dropping onto one of the few seats still sturdy enough to hold someone. You pull your bag off and drop it at your feet, along with your bat, and then pull Billy down to sit with you. "Stop threatening the kid. We have bigger things to worry about if Dustin's new pet is what he thinks it is."

The bus falls quiet and Steve gets up after a couple of minutes, moving towards the middle of the bus and taking a seat on a cushion with his back to the side of the bus. A ladder has been propped up to lead out of the emergency exit on the roof of the bus and Lucas starts to climb it.

Max sighs, glancing out through the dirty windows before glancing back at Steve. "So, you fought one of these things?"

Seeing that the question is directed at him, Steve nods. "Yep. YN too."

Billy glances at you, arching an eyebrow, and you nod.

"Are you sure it wasn't a dog?" Max then asks, causing Billy to snort and then pretend it wasn't him who found amusement in her question.

"God, why are you even here if you don't believe us?" Dustin suddenly asks, annoyed.

Max gapes at him before scoffing. "Someone's cranky. Is it past your bedtime?" She climbs the ladder next, joining Lucas on the roof.

"Atta boy," Steve suddenly muses. "Way to not care."

Dustin frowns at him. "I don't." Steve then winks. "Why are you winking? Stop it. It's weird."

"What the hell is going on?" You ask, suddenly interested in their weird little dynamic.

"Steve gave me some terrible girl advice," Dustin says.

"It's not terrible!"

Billy laughs. "You took girl advice from Harrington? Seriously?"

"He's the only cool person I know!" Dustin is quick to defend his choice.

"Harrington isn't even cool."

"Hey!" Both you and Steve bark out.

Billy rolls his eyes. "I stand corrected. Boy Harrington isn't even cool. YN, on the other hand.."

"Please," your brother scoffs, "you're just saying that because you want in her pants."

"Gross!" Dustin exclaims, but you can only grin as Billy doesn't deny it.

You weren't a fool. Billy Hargrove was a total babe, but you weren't about to make it too easy for him. If he still wanted to take you out to Lover's Lake by the end of whatever drama Steve and Dustin dragged you all into was over, well then you would probably agree. Maybe.

Billy goes to open his mouth, but a familiar screeching fills the air followed by a clicking noise you were sure you would hear in your nightmares again. It's so quiet that you can hear a pin drop and then Lucas is shouting.

"Guys! Ten o'clock!"

"Are you sure that's not a dog?" Max's voice filters down.

You, Billy, Steve, and Dustin rush towards the windows, peering out. Fog has rolled in, leaving gaps here and there, but the moonlight is enough to show the creature that was definitely going to make an appearance in your nightmares.

"What the hell is that?" Billy mumbles.

"Demodog," Dustin says.

"It's like the demogorgon, but this one is doglike," Steve explains.

"Why isn't he going for the meat?" Dustin wonders. "Is he not hungry?"

You continue to stare at the creature as he steps further into the junk yard, sniffing the meat and then the air. When he stares right at the bus, dread fills your stomach.

"Or maybe it's tired of cow," Steve realizes.

You glance at your brother, immediately knowing this next bit is going to suck. "Live bait?"

"Live bait."

You quietly groan and turn around, grabbing up your bat before following after your brother.

"Wait, what?" Dustin whirls around. "No way, danger duo. You guys are not going out there," he says when you and Steve head towards the door.

"It's the only way to lure this thing in if you want us to kill it," Steve says.

Meeting Billy's gaze, you gesture to the handle that opens and closes the door. "Be ready. If things go south, we're running back for the bus."

He frowns. "Are you sure about this?"

"Nope, but someone's gotta do it." Then glancing at your brother, you nod towards the door. "Go. I'm right behind you."

You and Steve hop down off the bus, he having found a crowbar from somewhere. Your arms brush against each other as you refuse to step too far away from him, the creature screeching immediately drawing your attention.

"Three o'clock! Three o'clock!" Lucas yells.

"What!?" You shout, refusing to take your eyes off the creature that had been at ten o'clock.

"There's another one at three o'clock!"

More screeching stops your heart, freezing the blood in your veins. You and Steve immediately go back-to-back, you raising your bat and readying yourself to swing. "Fuck," you hear Steve curse. "There's a whole goddamn pack of them."

"This was a mistake, Steve!" You take a moment to ready yourself, tensing your muscles. A beat passes and you're forced to swing as the first demodog lunges at you.

The kids and Billy start screaming, telling you and Steve to get back on the bus. But the demodogs just keep lunging and lunging, hoping to take a bite out of you or your brother.

"Did you bring your lighter?" Steve asks.

"Did you tell me too?!"

He disappears from your back, only for one of the demodogs to lunge on your vulnerable spot. The bus' occupants yell as you fall to your knees, twisting your body to swing your bat wildly in hopes of connecting with something. You manage to get the nails stuck into the body of one demodog, only for another to attach itself to your calf.

You scream out in pain, but then Steve is there shoving the end of his crowbar into its body and taking your bat as you collapse forward onto your hands.

"You good?"

"Y-Yeah. Sort of." The nightmarish clicking of one of the creatures sounds directly in front of you and your head snaps up, only to come face to face with a demodog. "S-Steve?"

"Dart!" The demodog flinches back at the shout of its name, stalling just long enough for hands to grasp your arms.

"Move your ass, little Harrington. Now!"

Billy practically drags you back onto the bus as Steve keeps the demodogs at bay with your bat, then jumping into the bus himself when the doorway is clear. The door is slammed shut behind him, but the demodogs are still ravenous and angry.

"What the hell were you guys thinking?!" Billy explodes as he lets you go to lean against a crumbling seat.

"It was only supposed to be one!" Steve shouts back at him.

Glass breaks and the kids scamper away from the windows, but then something lands on the roof, dents forming as something walks across it. Max follows and ends up standing right under the roof access where the ladder is, and screams when a demodog lowers its snarling head inside.

"Max!" Surprisingly it's Billy who jumps into action, pulling Max away from the opening and putting her behind him.

Steve, still with your bat in hand, rushes in front of Billy and readies to swing. But suddenly the demodog looks up and out into the woods, making its clicking noise before launching itself off the bus. The kids rush to the windows, only to see the rest of the demodogs run off into the woods.

"Did they- did we scare them off?" Dustin asks.

"No. They're running to something," Steve says as he stares off towards where they disappeared. "Like they were called away."

You groan. "Just what we need- a bigger monster calling the shots. Can we get out of here now? I'm still bleeding."

"Shit." Dustin immediately removes his jacket and moves to wrap it around your calf.

"Thanks, kid."

Putting weight on your leg makes you wince, but you follow the crowd off the bus with Billy at your back as Lucas grabs your backpack to put on.

"We need to follow them," Steve says.

"Like hell we do. YN can hardly walk," Billy seethes.

"I-I'm good. Don't worry about me." You limp forward a few more steps and grunt out in pain before you're being swept up into arms.

"No, you're not." Billy situates you so one arm is under your knees and the other supporting your back. "You shitheads do whatever you have to do. I'll take YN home and patch up her leg."

"What about- what about me?" Max nervously asks.

Billy stares at her and huffs. "Do what you have to do with the nerds and then find a phone. Leave a message for your mom, letting her know that we're having a sleepover at Harrington's place and leave their number for her."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah." Max turns to walk off with her friends, but then turns around at the last second. "Thanks, Billy."

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't die." Then before he can walk away, he calls out, "Hey Steve? She's your responsibility. Bring her back to your place in one piece or I'm kicking your ass."

Steve gives Billy a lazy thumbs up and you snort a laugh. Then loosely wrapping your arms around Billy's neck, you say, "Hurry it up, Hargrove. I rather not meet another demodog while we're defenseless."

Billy tenses for a split second before he actually picks up speed and rushes back to his car. You tell him to put you down when he reaches his car and then slide into his passenger seat while he hurries to the driver's side.

The drive to your house starts off quiet and you pray you're not bleeding all over the car.

"So.." Billy drawls once he can't take the quiet anymore, "that wasn't a dog."

You snort. "Nope. Definitely not a dog. Baby demogorgon, it looked like."

"And you fought one that was like eight feet tall before?"

"Yep."

A moment of silence passes and then, "I can't believe we moved from California to monster-infested Indiana."

Your head lolls to the side to stare at Billy as you chuckle. "Welcome to the party, Hargrove. You're officially one of the outcasts now."

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield

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pappydaddy · 2 years ago

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love like that (a)

a/n: this (i think) is a bit short. this is also my first gender-neutral reader fic and i am actually kinda excited about it! but this was requested by a lovely anon who wanted argyle with a sleepy gn!reader. to my lovely requesters, i am trying to prioritize my stranger things requests as right now they are in demand and i am finding it easier to write for that fandom at the moment.

anywho, i hope you love this fic lovely anon💛!

tv show/movie: stranger things

pairing: argyle x sleepy!gn!reader

requested

synopsis: jonathan observes y/n and arygle's weird (to him) romantic dynamic and reflects upon his relationship

warnings: fluff masterlist | taglist | wips | navigation

- not my gif -

Y/N yawned, their hand raising to cover their mouth in a last ditch effort to be polite. From beside them, Jonathan furrowed his brows at them. “How are you still tired?” He questioned, looking at the person beside him in bewilderment. Shrugging, Y/N stretched their arms over their head, leaning back in the rickety school chair.

“That’s just how they are, bro. Always sleepy, Man,” Argyle answered for his partner as he pushed the sloppy macaroni salad (if it could be called that) around on his plate, scooping some up on his fork and shoving it into his mouth. “Bro,” He exclaimed, bits of the salad spitting out at Jonathan and Y/N. “This is bitchin’ salad.” He dove back into the disgustingly pale and soggy pasta salad.

“That’s because you’re high, babe.” Y/N’s tired voice mumbled as they folded their arms on the table, resting their forehead on their forearms - acting as a makeshift pillow. Argyle laughed, nodding as he chewed more of the salad. Jonathan, looking between the couple, turned his nose up as Argyle continued to scarf down the nasty macaroni salad that everybody else left untouched on their plates.

“I find it weird how good you two work together when one sleeps all the time and one who is constantly talking.” Jonathan looked at them respectively. Y/N’s were half lidded as they fought off the urge to nap and Argyle was shaking his head happily as he chewed the pasta.

Sighing, Y/N shifted in the chair, sinking against the table more. “Don’t know what to tell ya, Johnny boy, we work.” They sighed out tiredly.

“Yeah, we work. They sleep and I talk. Like two souls who are completely different finding solstice with each other - finding comfort in what makes us different.” Argyle explained. If the blaring red eyes weren't enough to tell Jonathan he was floating above the clouds, his sudden philosophical takes gave him away.

“Yeah, what he said,” Y/N mumbled in agreement. “His voice soothes me and he loves cuddles. We balance each other out.”

“Exactly. And without them, I would have no idea where I’m supposed to be. Literally,” Argyle nodded, his plate now empty. “Speaking of which, babe, where am I going next?”

“Science.” They answered, voice muffled as their cheek pressed into their arm, a bit of drool starting to pool in the corner of their lips. Jonathan looked between them as Y/N drifted in and out of their nap and Argyle started getting excited because he remembered a documentary they had watched about seahorses.

Even during Argyle’s eccentric retelling of the documentary, Y/N wasn’t disturbed once. Still baffled at their dynamic, Jonathan thought back to his relationship with Nancy. Could he see them having a dynamic that worked so well together? They were both hard-working and driven people. Maybe that was their dynamic - head-strong and independent.

“And the craziest part,” Jonathan tuned back into Argyle’s solo conversation. “The dude seahorse carries the baby seahorses instead of the chick seahorses! How completely mind blowing is that? Insane!” Argyle shook his head, a large smile on his face. Y/N, on the other hand, let out small, barely auditable snores as they napped. Jonathan looked at the table, eyes landing on their joint hands, holding on to each other. Neither one of them were doing the same thing. One was sleeping and one was rambling on about all kinds of different animals and their pregnancies.

Watching them, in their peace, Jonathan couldn’t help but wish that he and Nancy could have a love like that whenever they could see each other again.

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years ago

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HCs for Jonathan and an artsy reader

Jonathan Byers x fem!reader

Warnings: nothing I don’t think

Requested; by anon, 🥰🥰🥰🥰 ah! Thank you! I was wondering if you could perchance write (hc, drabble, your choice honestly) something for Jonathan with an Art Type™ partner? I appreciate everything you write 💖 - 🌟 anon

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy lovely!

- Jonathan loves having a creative partner

- he is also creative and has an easy time with his creative lens

- he kinda knew about your hobbies when you first started to talk

- probably around the time that Will went missing and you offered to help design missing posters and anything else he and his mom might need

- he was touched and happy to get his mind off Will and Nancy Wheeler

- so he took up your offer and you came over to his house to help

- you helped write out the words neatly and Joyce loved having you there

- you were so stable

- after Will was found you were able to spend more time with Jonathan

- he asked you about your art and how you liked to do it

- you told him a bit about your mediums of choice and he asked if you could help teach him

- in return he would love to take some pictures of you

- which he did all the time by the way

- all the time

- he wanted to catch candid pictures of you

- lots when you were drawing, painting, coloring

- you insist on making a scrapbook of all the pictures he’s taken of the two of you together

- sometimes you’ll steal the camera and take a few of him and you make him develop those to go in the scrapbook

- he’s surprised when you hand it back to him a couple months into the relationship

- you’ve pinned them all in, cut the pictures out so that it’s your silhouettes or maybe keeping bits of the background

- you had doodled and painted and drawn around the pictures

- making doodles of the day, little tidbits of what you had done or things that reminded you of him

- no one had ever done that kind of thing for him

- not even his mom had really done something like this before for him

- he cherished it

- he would nap while you draw

- he’d show you music and then you might show him something that reminded you of the song that you had created

- he absolutely loved it when you showed him things you had made

- you truly amazed him all the time

- you got to be artsy together <3

Stranger Things Tag List: @dpaccione, @karasong, @elisaa-shelby, @purple-flamingo, @trinswhimsys

#jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers imagines

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cedric-stories · 4 years ago

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A Royal New Year Party

Word Count: Around 2,400

Plot: After getting done planning a New Year’s Eve party, Cedric meets a man that makes the sorcerer question his relationship with you.

Warnings: Angst and language

Author’s Note: This just came to me cause people used to be such jerks to my ex about us being a couple. So, kinda personal and kinda just I adore Cedric and want my baby to know he’s loved.

Author’s Note note: Okay, so I had another fic like this but I’m finally gonna address it; the world is set in our time so there are cell phones and stuff. I know I changed it from the show, but it was just easier for me. Also, this is gonna be the last fic for a few days. tbh, I haven’t even started the next ones, but I do have outlines. Hope you enjoy and happy New Year!!!

Reader pronouns: she/her

A Royal New Year Party

Here it is, the greatest party of every year. The royal family’s enchanted New Year’s Eve party was only a few hours away.

“Cedric, could you please conjure another bouquet of roses?”

“Cedric, can you please just conjure one more turkey? The chef ran out of bird, so he is begging you to make one; but please don’t tell the King!”

“Cedric, can you put the floating plates over here?”

“Cedric, can you conjure a few more chairs?”

“Cedric, where is god’s name is that turkey!?”

Yes, these were the sounds the poor sorcerer had been listening to all day. Everyone and their chef have been pestering him. He was in the middle of all the bustling and rustling. Things at been nonstop for hours and he was getting sick of it. The past day, he had been conjuring plates, chairs, ovens, instruments, and everything in between to make this party amazing. King Roland expected the very best to wow his guests, so he wanted Cedric not only to create dozens of items, but to enchant everything.

The King wanted enchanted chairs that could sway with the music, enchanted instruments that could play on their own to give the orchestra a break, and enchanted silverware that could dazzle the guests with dancing and singing. It was quite complicated to cast spell after spell (especially enchanted ones) and it was beginning to tire the man.

Cedric was finishing up one more spell when he heard footsteps behind him.

“Well done, Cedric!” The king boomed from behind the sorcerer, scaring him out of his wits.

“Thank you, your majesty. I am honored.” He said, turning and bowing his head.

“You’re very welcome, things are coming along nicely. Now, since you’ve been working all day, have you given any thought to what you have planned tonight?”

Cedric lifted his shoulder in a half shrug.

“No, I haven’t really thought of anything.”

“Well then,” Roland paused, gesturing to all the gold and black decorations, “why don’t the two of you celebrate the new year with us? I’m sure y/n would love it.”

“I-we would love to and I greatly appreciate the offer,” Cedric started, “but I think we are going to celebrate the new year just the two of us.”

Roland gave Cedric a disappointed look.

“Alright, if you insist. We will all miss you and y/n. If you change your mind, you guys are welcome.”

“Thank you, your highness.” He said, beginning to walk out of the ballroom through majestic, golden doors.

Cedric trudged through the halls of the castle. He came across the coffee shop on the corner of the ballroom and royal dining hall and scurried into line to get a cup.

Workers of all types stood back to front. One man wearing a blue vest, top hat, and holding a scepter in his hands was in front of cedric.

“Hello, sir. The name’s Jonathan” The man greeted the sorcerer. His eyes seemed warm and inviting enough to talk to.

“Oh, hello.” Cedric answered, barely shaking his head to try, and come to consciousness.

“What do you do around here, fine man?”

“I’m the royal sorcerer for Enchantcia. You may know me by Cedric the Sensational?”

The man looked perplexed for a minute, then, as if realization came down from the gods, Jonathan’s face turned up and Cedric could see the lightbulb come on.

“Oh yes! You are the one who tried taking over the kingdom a few years back!”

Cedric cringed.

“Yes, I am.” He said, trying hard not to recall those memories but nevertheless, remembered them vividly.

“My, I was sure good old Kind Roland would have you executed for that!”

“Oh yes, didn’t we all?” Cedric rolled his eyes.

“And the way the towns folk talked about you, it musta been hard to show you face around them parts for a while, eh?”

“Eh.” Cedric sarcastically parroted back.

“Why, never in my wildest dreams would old Winnie and Goodwin’s kiddy ever try a stunt like that.”

“Yes, quite,” Cedric paused, narrowing his eyes at the man, “foolish of me.”

“You know, your father saved old’ king Roland’s daddy from a few monsters like yourself!”

“yes, yes, I know. Oh look, you’re at the counter, time to order now.” Cedric rushed.

“Oh, look at that. Hi, ma’am, I’ll have a…”

Once the man had finished ordering, cedric got up to the counter and ordered a cold caramel frappe. After, he went to sit down and wait. The bustling of people became a background noise and Cedric finally got some peace. While he sat and tried to unwind-

“There you are good buddy!” The same talkative man said, jostling over to Cedric.

“Here I am.”

After a long talk about Cedric’s wrongs, the man began to inquire about Cedric’s personal life.

“So, I doubt after your long, ungrateful journey back to civilized living hadn’t brought you company of any kind?”

Cedric believed the man meant a significant other but wasn’t really sure.

“Pardon?”

“A woman! Have you gotten yourself a woman?!”

Cedric gave the man a blank stare and leaned away from his sudden enthusiasm. Why in god’s name does this man want to know so much about him? He thought about telling him or not. If I do, he’s going to go on how I don’t deserve someone, or not believe me entirely. And why does he just presume I have a woman? Has the man never heard of two men living happily together? Why does this man care so much about my life?

“I do have a significant other.” Cedric finally let out.

“Well for heavens sakes, how the hell did you get one?”

“Well, we met over a year ago and- “

“No one in her right mind would want you. You’re so unstable compared to others your age. Eh, she’s probably just waiting’ on someone better anyways.”

Cedric was now completely offended and didn’t really know how to answer. Without saying another word, he rose to get his coffee from the counter and left.

On his walk home, Cedric began thinking.

I have been with Y/N for almost a year. I don’t deserve her. Does she even want to be with me? Maybe I’ve just fooled myself into thinking she really loves me when all this time she’s only stayed around cause there’s no one else. Maybe he’s right, maybe it was just weird I found her. She probably is just waiting for someone better to come along and leave…I’ve done so much wrong, maybe she doesn’t even want me?

After his long debate, Cedric headed upstairs to his tower. The stone walls felt cold against cedric’s fingers as he guided himself up three floors of spiraled stairs. He looked out one of the windows to see the sun turning orange as it set over glistening red trees. It was beautiful in Enchantcia tonight. After looking for only a minute, he started back up the stairs.

Once he had made it to the door, he took a big breath and he walked in to find his girlfriend sitting crisscrossed on a table. You were wearing Black lacy shorts with flowers embroidered along with a spaghetti strapped top that matched. Trying to pick up your phone off the floor, you were dangling from the edge. You grabbed your phone and looked up to see your boyfriend.

“Ceddy! You’re finally home.” You smiled, jumping off the table onto your sorcerer. Your hair was in a messy bun and fluffed up into his face when you grabbed onto him for a hug.

“Hello, Angel.”

“I’ve been missing you all day.” You said, snuggling in tighter.

“I have too. Oh, this is for you.” He said, giving you a hot mocha.

Your smile widened. “Thank you!” After grabbing the hot beverage from him, you look a sip, and placed it on the table.

“You look tired.”

“I am tired.” Cedric laughed, hugging you. He was happy to be home to you until he started remembering the conversation he had with Jonathan.

Noticing him grow somber, you asked him if he was okay.

Cedric hesitated, “Yes, just tired I think.”

“Okay, why don’t you take a nap?” You asked, still having a questioning look on your face.

“I may.”

You kissed him gently on the cheek and made sure he got to the bedroom. Closing the door behind you, you decided to grab a book and read until he woke.

…

After a few hours, you decided to check on Cedric. You wanted to make sure he was okay after what happened earlier.

Walking into the bedroom, you found your boyfriend already awake on his phone.

“Hello.” You greeted, walking along the side of the bed.

Cedric nodded at you.

Carefully, you made you way to the upper part of the bed and sat down. Noticing his standoffish actions, you scooted closer to him.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Please, tell me.” You quietly pleaded.

He looked over at you with glassy eyes. His face was full of pain, but you just couldn’t put a finger on what upset him.

“Did I say or do something?”

“No.” He answered, shifting away from you slightly.

“Cedric, tell me what’s wrong.” You grabbed his hand and put it on your lap.

He ran his other hand through his hair, and you noticed his shoulders tense.

“Y/n,” he paused, his voice almost choking, “why-why do you stay here?”

You became confused.

“What?”

“Why do you stay here…with me?”

“I don’t u- “

“You have been with me for almost a year, and for merlin’s sake I have no idea why you stay.”

“I love you.” You said, without thinking twice.

Cedric’s eyes met yours.

“I love you, but I just don’t see how you could love me.”

You could feel the sting of tears in your eyes.

“Cedric, how could you not see- “

“Do you know what I am?”

You stared at him, “Do I know what you are?”

“Yes. Do you know what I am?”

You ran your hand up his arm gently, “You’re mine.”

“No. I mean, do you understand what I’ve done? I’ve tried overthrowing the kingdom, I plotted against the royal family for years. Everything had a terrible motive, everything I did was selfish, I dreamed of making others bow before me. I am not a good person.”

“Cedric! Of course, I know that. I’ve always known all of that. I love you for you. You are a good person now, and I don’t care about your past, I love you for everything you are and once was.”

Cedric looked down then he cocked his head.

“Once was?”

You took a breath.

“Cedric, I’ve never admitted it, but I really don’t care you tried overthrowing the kingdom. It’s not healthy, I know, but sometimes I think my love for you is stronger than my morals.” You laughed nervously. “You are my person, my lobster, as some show would say, and no matter what, I love you. I’m not saying what you did was right, but because I love you, I overlook it easily.”

He grabbed ahold of your hand and you wrapped your arm around him. He hugged you back tightly and you knew he felt better. You kissed the side of his cheek and laid you head on his chest.

“What even made you think of that, love?”

“Nothing, I guess I just will never quite get used to you being mine.”

The two of you sat in silence for a minute, then cedric turned towards you.

“The royal family is having a party tonight to bring in the new year. I was wondering if you would want to go. The King invited us.”

You beamed a smile.

“I’d love to!”

About an hour later, the two of you were walking down the hall towards the ballroom.

Once you arrived, you were greeted by a loud orchestra and babbling voices. The room was full of women in suits and dresses and men in the same attire. It was an extravagant gathering with gold and black streamers lining the walls and draping over the ceiling. At the front of the room sat the orchestra with its self-playing instruments and band members walking about. Some guests sat on floating chairs and plates that followed behind others walking. Workers hurried around, grabbing dirty, golden silverware.

Cedric and you started over to the royal table when Sofia came running over.

“Mr. Cedric! Miss. Y/n! I’m so happy you guys could come.” She shouted over the music, running up and giving Cedric a hug followed by yours.

“I’m glad we could. Please tell your father that we are very grateful.” You said to the young girl wearing the pink amulet.

“I will. Are you guys going to sit down? There’s two chairs next to me.”

“Yes, we are. We’ll be over in a minute. Thanks again.”

“No problem.” Sofia replied, running off to greet the other guests.

You had almost made it over to the table when a loud voice practically yelled at Cedric.

“Cedric! There you are old buddy!”

Cedric’s shoulders stiffened again.

“Hello, Jonathan.”

“Who you got with you?”

“This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend.”

The man looked you over and made you rather uncomfortable.

“Oh my god! She’s beautiful! What the hell did you have to bribe her to come with?”

Your eyes flung wide open and you gasp.

“What?” You asked in a flat tone.

“No offense to you ma’am, You’re beautiful! I’m just wondering’ how he got someone like you,” he glanced at Cedric, “with his past and all.”

You shot Jonathan an angry look.

“For your information, I love this man with all my heart and want to be with him for who he is. If you can’t accept that then you can just kindly leave us alone!” You snapped.

The man looked shocked.

“Well, I guess if you’re happy- “

“I am happy. Thank you.”

“It was nice seeing you again old buddy.”

“A pleasure really.” Cedric smiled, wrapping his arm around you.

The two of you began walking away. You couldn’t believe how rude he had been. Before you had gotten too far, you were boiling over with anger and wanted that man to know you adored Cedric. Suddenly, you whipped around to make sure he was still watching. You grabbed Cedric by the collar and kissed him firmly on the lips.

Jonathan looked horrified at you. You gave a sarcastic smile at him and turned back around.

“Jackass.” You spat out under your breath.

“You have no idea.” Cedric agreed, placing his arm back around you tightly.

“I truly do love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Cedric.”

Cedric and you made it to the table and joined the royal family. Later, the two of you along other couples shared a passionate kiss at 12am to welcome the new year.

#Cedric the sorcerer x reader #cedric the sensational x reader #cedric the sorcerer #cedric imagine #cedric x reader #Cedric is perfect and no one can change my mind #Fluffy #angst #angst with a happy ending #cute #happy new year #not my anything #terrible writing #probably needs editing #love all my followers #thanks for the support #this fic made me believe i am a bad writer lol #new fanfic writer #fanfic

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equalseleventhirds · 4 years ago

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i said i wouldn't write it but i did

vaguely a sequel to this, but far in the future and focused on jon (annabelle features briefly tho. she's fine. annabelle will always be fine in my fics.) with ofc the presupposition that they've failed in one world but kept trying, bcos i think that would be fun*!

*(by which i mean heartbreaking, i'm so sorry)

There are rules, to the traveling, or at least there seem to be. There are certainly questions to be asked and points to be made, about how many instances count as a definitive rule rather than simply a pattern. But Jon likes to think of them as rules. He's always preferred concrete answers, even if it turns out they're less the truth and more just a convenient way of conceptualizing things.

So he has rules.

First: the Fears always come through on the same day. October 18, 2018. Or, given the impact history has on calendars, the equivalent of it; he'd once spent months trying to correlate the forty-third moon of cycle 1852 with his calendar just to prove his point, but the math had all worked out.

(Which does indicate, at least to Jon, that yes, the Fears probably did originate in his home world, Georgie. He'll take his petty wins where he can get them. For as long as he can remember the discussion, and the people, he's proving wrong.)

Second, it is still his tapes that the Fears follow. For every apocalypse there has been a new catalyst, but none of these new rituals supersede his. Maybe it's a testament to the strength of the Web's original plan, or maybe it's just something about Jon himself. He knows what he thinks, but... well, there isn't enough proof just yet.

Third, in spite of endless attempts to trap them and stop them, Jon is always able to travel with the Fears. Perhaps they simply can't stop him, as the original antichrist he apparently is; dozens of apocalypses in dozens of different universes, and Jon can always feel his rightful place as ruler of that terrible fearscape calling to him. He hasn't taken it yet, but it's there, and the Eye cannot abandon its true pupil without his permission.

Or perhaps they simply don't care. Every attempt so far has led to the exact same result, after all: another world left behind, another death by starvation averted, another new feast for the Fears to sink their teeth into.

Fourth, he always passes out upon entering a new world.

It's kind of annoying.

---

It is slightly unusual for him to wake up warm, comfortable, and covered in a blanket, but Jon's not about to complain. It's nice. He doesn't get a lot of comfort, and he likes sleeping in a bed, especially since he's always eldritch-nightmare-free in a new world. For a limited time only, of course.

He's fairly certain he's inside; aside from the softness underneath and around him, the air is still and temperate, the light through his eyelids is artificial, and all he can hear is the faint whirring of appliances and the whispers of two muted voices.

"—complete stranger, definitely dangerous, looks like he's from hell—"

"Okay, fine, but I wasn't going to leave him, and anyway haven't you noticed he's a bit—"

"A bit what? Scarred? Bloodstained? Glowing eyes, because I don't think I need to remind you, Martin, his eyes were absolutely glowing when you found him—"

Martin. Now there's a name. Not an uncommon one, but... he thinks he knows that voice.

Or. Well. He might know both of those voices, actually, which is even more interesting than waking up in a bed.

Jon opens his eyes.

He's met himself before, is the thing. Not in every world, and not always particularly recognizable, but he's met himself. He's met versions of Martin, too, and eventually stopped going completely useless with heartbreak every time. The merest handful of times, he's found both of them in the same world, sometimes something almost like friends, but usually not.

The fact that they have their arms around each other, casual, comfortable, close, is both entirely unexpected and perfectly, wonderfully, terribly familiar. Jon briefly considers crying about it, but there are more important things to be doing. For example.

"The glowing eyes aren't actually that sinister. I mean, they are, but not for the reasons you're probably thinking."

Jon—the other Jon—jumps at the sound of his voice, then leans forward. Curiosity, of course; that hardly ever seems to change. "You—the glowing—who are you?"

"Jon," this new version of Martin scolds, and for just a moment he's back home, with his Martin, with that exasperated tone—but no, this isn't his Martin, and he's also leaning forward now, his voice turning gentle. Concerned. Coaxing, like he's a spooked animal, and Jon doesn't think his Martin has ever talked to him that way. "How are you feeling? We found you unconscious in the street."

He can feel Martin's curiosity too, pushing forward under his concern, just as questioning as Jon but too polite to outright say it yet. He has to cut this off, or he really will cry.

"Mm... no," he says. "Well, yes. But also." Good lord, he's confusing them. Par for the course, but he should probably try to be somewhat comprehensible.

He holds up a hand, extending one finger. "I am... fine. More or less. Trust me, I'm used to this, and this isn't even the worst way it's happened." Another finger joins the first. "My name, as I believe Martin has guessed but then dismissed, is Jonathan Sims. I am not you from the future, nor am I lying, nor am I crazy, because—" a third finger "—interdimensional travel is not only possible, it has happened, is happening, because of and along with terrible monstrosities I am determined to stop, and I have explained this too many times to too many people to have much patience for anyone being shocked and disbelieving, much less a version of myself doing so, so you can either get over it and move on or I can go elsewhere and do something useful."

"Excuse—"

"And," he continues, pushing himself up so he can sit and lean forward even more intensely than his counterpart, "I would actually rather not do that just yet, because I have an extremely pressing question for the two of you."

"Um," Martin says, and "What," says the other Jon.

"How," Jon asks, deepening his voice to exude solemn, ominous, and eldritchly important, "did you two start dating?"

---

It was so... normal. Apparently. Two people, mutual friends, a chance encounter. A prickly exterior ("He hated me," both of them had claimed), but without the insecurity of being Head Archivist and the fear of dread powers beyond his comprehension, their friends had helped him open up and—eventually—apologise. A budding friendship, and then a romance, and then...

It isn't a version of them Jon has seen anywhere else, in any of the worlds he's traveled to. Normal as it is, it's a highly improbably scenario, and certainly not the same as his relationship with his Martin had been. But it was, in an infinite number of worlds, still a possibility.

Jon isn't quite sure how he feels about that, knowing that some version of them could have fallen in love without the trauma, but that they hadn't managed it.

His hands aren't shaking, as he lights his cigarette. At least there's that.

"I quit, you know," his counterpart says from behind him. "Years ago. I'd forgotten about those until you asked."

"Well then, thank you for indulging me." He gestures, meaning the cigarette, meaning the bed, meaning his claims about reality, meaning his intrusive, gossipy questioning. Meaning everything. He's not sure it gets across.

The other Jon laughs, quietly, and moves to stand next to him. "I am my worst enabler."

"Oh, that's hardly true."

"Mm." They're silent together for a while, but Jon is restless (both of him), and eventually this reality's version opens his mouth to ask. "Do you—do you know why I—I don't want to say believed you, I'm still not sure I do, b-but, didn't throw you out immediately?"

"My myriad charms?" They both laugh at that.

"Jonathan Sims," he says, as if that explains anything.

Jon takes a drag of his cigarette, considering. He could probably Know, but... indulging himself. "What about me?"

"No, not you, or. You know. You. But your name. Jonathan Sims. I decided you weren't, weren't a deliberate lie to trick me, or a future version of myself, or a mind-reading monster—"

"Well—"

"—when you said your name, because none of those things would have said that." He smiles then and holds up a hand, and—oh—his ring glints. "I've been Jonathan Blackwood for a while now."

They'd told him married eventually, but he hadn't even thought about his name. He's certainly thinking about it now. "Jonathan Blackwood," he says, soft, to himself. And to himself. "That... that sounds good."

"It does, doesn't it."

Whatever they might have said next is lost as an incredibly loud engine roars nearby and a sleek black motorcycle pulls up in front of them. Jon sighs and takes one last drag of his cigarette as the rider removes her helmet.

"Been off finding yourself, then, Jon?" Annabelle asks.

"Oh, extremely funny, yes. Did you steal that?"

"It was a gift."

"Of course it was."

The other Jon is staring at them both, his eyes repeatedly drifting back to the web-covered hole in Annabelle's head. "Who—what is—is that a—"

"She's a spider monster," Jon supplies helpfully. "She came with me, although apparently she did not pass out in the street this time."

"Two streets over, I think. Pity, I would've loved a nice nap in a proper bed, but I did get this motorcycle out of it. Come on, Jon, you can mope on the way."

"I have not been moping—"

"Haven't you? You're not the one who deals with how maudlin you get every time you meet yourself—"

"Yes, fine, thank you, we can go." He stubs out the cigarette and pauses, looking at himself. "Uh. Tell Martin—well, goodbye, I guess. I'd say I hope we meet again, but if you're lucky we won't need to?"

"...sure."

"And I'm—I hope you—that is, I'll do my best—well." He sighs. "Things are about to get... dicey, for the world in general. But just, look out for each other, and we'll try to handle the rest."

"Jon, we should be going."

"Yes, all right, all right." He gives himself one last, probably not very reassuring smile, and climbs on behind Annabelle.

They do have work to do, after all.

#fanfiction #algie writes things #many thoughts head full...........#i am so many theorizing. u kno how it is.#uhhhh so the TINIEST spoilers for the most recent episode? idk #tma spoilers #once again just TINY ones not actually plot ones #at least not that we didn't already get from annabelle's big explanation episode #jm #but also it's complicated #u kno #jon has bittersweet conversations & thoughts and annabelle gets a motorcycle #it's what each of them needs i think

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maladaptive-day-dreams · 1 year ago

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Hiiii, you’re writing is AMAZING!! Thank you for blessing us with it🙏🏼

I have a smutty Ronance idea for youuuu, let me paint you a little picture

So, after all the Vecna stuff Nancy and Robin would stay at each other’s houses almost every night for months. It started off because they both needed someone and they were both having bad nightmares about everything. The first couple weeks they just kept each other company, sharing a bed but not touching. That blossomed into one night Nancy nervously asking Robin if they could cuddle and Robin of course agrees. After that it becomes part of their nightly routine when they spend the night together. Nancy’s the first to notice that she gets this weird feeling around Robin and she attempts to push it away, but she can’t stop thinking about her. It started off with just thinking about what they might do later and just missing her presence. BUT, then it turns into her thinking about Robin’s smile, her eyes, her hands, how she just wants to be with her 24/7, etc. Nancy has her “Oh shit” moment and realizes that she indeed has a crush on Robin. She doesn’t say anything about it though, she doesn’t want to ruin what they have going right now. Then, BOOM Nancy’s taking a nap one day after school and she has a sex dream about Robin. When she wakes up, she is soaked, so unbelievably wet. A few minutes later, there’s a knock at the door and surprise, it’s Robin. Nancy was so tired from finals and still dazed from her dream that she totally forgot the two of them had plans to study for a final they had in a couple days. When she opens the door she’s stuttering because all she can think about is her dream. While they’re studying Robin notices her inattentiveness to the material in front of them and her lack of being able to focus. After an hour, Nancy gets frustrated and blurts out,

“Can we can talk? I need to tell you something”

Nancy tries to tell Robin that she likes her, but Robin isn’t getting it. So, the only way Nancy can think of getting her point across is by kissing her. They kiss and Nancy accidentally says,

“So much better than the dream”

and Robin looks at her so confused, but intrigued. Nancy tries to drop it, but Robin won’t let that happen. Robin ends up getting Nancy to tell her, which leads to Nancy’s dream becoming a reality.

(I’m so sorry if this is too much detail, my brain has just been rotting away thinking about this)

Lowkey begging on my hands and knees for you to write this

omg omg omg YOU'RE SO NICE ILY

ok you def have this pretty well thought out iiiiiii am gonna kinda pick up in the middle a lil since you did really good at laying it all out for me, I hope this lives up to what you expected!! (also sorry I got to this so late, life got busy againnnn)

Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler, 1.8k words CW: fluff, smut (18+), fingering, no ending bc ending things is hard rn lol

Nancy and Robin got close after Vecna. Neither of them expected it—Nancy usually went to Jonathan and Robin to Steve—but then Jonathan pulled away to take more care of Will and Steve pulled away to comfort Dustin since Eddie was gone.

So it just made sense that Nancy and Robin would move to cling to each other with the others drifted away.

It was only sleepovers for a while. Robin never needed anyone around until after Vecna and once Nancy broke up with Jonathan, she missed having someone familiar nearby. It was always just the warmth of another’s body that they wanted, that they needed.

But then something changed. Nancy started to want the faint smells of lavender and spearmint that surrounded her Robin’s room. In Robin’s bed. She wanted to be closer to that, wanted it to envelop her, wanted it even when it was a week that they stayed in her own room, so she asked for something more.

“Hey Rob?” she started.

Robin finished pulling a shirt over her head and turned towards Nancy who was already in her bed—it was a Nancy’s place week.

“Yeah?” Robin asks pulling back the covers and sliding in beside her.

“Could we-uh, could we cuddle this time?”

“Oh, uh-“

“Sorry, it’s weird I know we don’t have to.”

“No-no it’s ok, we can cuddle, I was honestly gonna ask you that like a week ago,” she laughs shyly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to push you though—with Jonathan and everything—I know that was rough for you.”

“Oh, yeah, that,” Nancy trailed off.

“Sorry, sore subject still?”

“No,” Nancy smiled. “Not really anymore.”

Robin nods, “so who’s the big spoon and who’s the little one?”

“I mean, you’re taller so obviously you’re the bigger one,” Nancy laughs.

“Alright alright fine. C’mere.”

Nancy snuggles into Robin’s awaiting arms and ends up having the best night of sleep she’s had in a while. It felt nice, it felt right.

And it became their new normal. Every night, they’d cuddle. They’d get closer and hands would travel innocently along bodies and mornings would bring feelings to the pit of Nancy’s stomach and the apex of her thighs.

But Nancy pushes those feelings away and tells herself it’s only because Robin is so close to her all the time. The sleepovers, the cuddling, they’re messing with her head, it can’t be anything more than that. Right?

No, wrong. Because it’s not even about the sleepovers and the cuddling and the feelings and sensations they elicit anymore. Now it’s Nancy thinking about daily plans and wishing they included Robin in some capacity. It’s Nancy randomly thinking about Robin’s smile. It’s Nancy hearing Robin’s laugh in a group of people at the mall and turning towards them to hopefully see her. It’s Nancy staring at the blue tiles at the bottom of the community pool and trying to pinpoint the exact shade that matches Robin’s eyes. It’s Nancy thinking about Robin’s hands and how soft and warm they were on her waist last night, how they might feel between her–

She realizes that this is what she thought about with Steve and Jonathan. She realizes she has a crush on Robin.

And she can’t say anything or do anything about it because she doesn’t want to lose her.

But the thoughts get worse and more persistent. Robin is on Nancy’s mind 24/7. In her college classes, at work, at the store, at home, in bed.

That’s where Nancy was now, in bed napping around after a particularly rough day of classes at Hawkins Community College where she takes summer classes.

Well, she was napping, but now she’s awake and breathing heavily remembering the faint remnants of the dream she jolted from. The ghost of Robin’s touch lingered on her body, on her breasts, between her legs. She followed the trail that dream Robin’s hand had walked and rubbed her fingers over her clothed pussy to find herself absolutely dripping wet.

But instead of taking what images were given to her by her subconscious and finishing what was started in her dream by herself, Nancy tore off her soiled panties and rinsed off the sheen of sweat from her dream and the faint feeling of phantom hands on her body.

As soon as Nancy finished putting on a clean pair of panties and sofee shorts and an oversized tee, the doorbell rang. And who else would be there except for Robin.

“I know I’m a little early but band practice got out early and I snagged food for us and a movie if you’re up for a movie night after we study?” Robin says holding up a bag of takeout in one hand and the movie in her other.

“Shit, right,” Nancy says, pushing her hand into her forehead as if she has a headache. “I forgot.”

“I mean, that’s okay! If you have a headache we can reschedule,” she smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“No,” Nancy laughs and steps to the side to let the other girl inside. “We gotta study now or I’ll wait until the last minute and that will not go well.”

Having the girl that was just so vividly in her dream with her hands all over her body had Nancy’s head spinning. But she did her best to push aside the memories and lingering feelings and focus on studying.

Robin was sitting on the floor, her back to Nancy’s bed, while Nancy was laying stomach down on the bed above her, their heads close enough to read from the same book if they needed to. Constant movement and huffs from the girl above her let Robin know that Nancy was barely paying attention anymore, warranted since they’ve been at this for at least an hour now. She’s about to offer to microwave their takeout and start the movie in the living room but Nancy beats her to it.

“Can we can talk? I need to tell you something.”

Taken aback Robin just looks up, her eyes meeting Nancy’s quickly with how close they were. Robin clears her throat and moves to get up. “Yeah, of course.”

Nancy sits up on her bed and Robin gets comfortable seated in front of her. After a few minutes of silence Robin probes, “What’s up Nance?”

She’s trying to figure out how to tell her. To tell her that she’s all she can think about lately, that she wants her near all the time, that she wants her, but nothing comes out.

“I really like hanging out with you.”

“Oh, uh, I like hanging out with you too, Nance.”

“No, ugh, fuck I can’t,” Nancy is struggling to think of how to get Robin to understand so instead of speaking she puts one hand on Robin’s cheek and the other on her knee.

“Nance?”

“Can I?” Robin doesn’t say anything but Nancy can see it in her eyes, so she moves. She leans forward and Robin meets her in the middle. A brief, sweet kiss.

Eyes still closed, the two pull apart slightly before Robin’s hands find Nancy’s cheeks and pulls her back in for a heady kiss. One that’s all teeth and tongue and hot and wet. They keep kissing as Robin moves up to her knees leans towards Nancy enough to get her to lean back onto her pillows.

Robin tears her lips from Nancy’s with a nip to her bottom lip before trailing kisses down her jaw and neck.

Nancy’s hands run through Robin’s hair as she says breathily, “so much better than the dream.”

That has Robin pausing her kisses and looking at her so confused, but intrigued. “Dream?”

“Oh, uh, nothing, it’s nothing, forget it,” she stumbles, her hands pushing hair behind Robin’s ears and trying to distract her by pulling her back in for a kiss.

“Nancy, what dream?” Robin laughs at the other girl’s attempt at a diversion.

“Pleaseee forget I said anything,” Nancy begs with a pout. Robin’s gaze is as firm as her grip on Nancy’s waist, she’s not going to let this go. “You’re not going to let this go are you?”

“Nope,” Robin smiles. “Not until you tell me about this little dream of yours.”

Robin’s hands are warm on Nancy’s skin and distracting where they sit just above the waistband of her shorts. Her gaze is lowered from the other girl’s as she starts talking.

“I might’ve woken up from a…vivid dream just before you got here today.”

“Just before?”

“Mhm.”

“Vivid?”

“Yeah,” Nancy breathes lightly as Robin’s thumbs start to trace circles into her hips.

“What happened in this dream?” she eggs on.

“Um-we were kissing a lot, in bed, like this.”

Robin moves one hand to tilt Nancy’s head back and latches her lips onto the newly exposed skin of her neck.

“And-uh-you were touching me-“

“Touching you where?” Robin asks, hands traveling beneath the big t-shirt that hides Nancy from her. Fingers brush over taught nipples and Nancy gasps at the contact. “Here?” she asks, pinching and rolling a hard bud between her fingers.

“Yes,” Nancy moans. “I-I mean no, no, not there.”

“No? Then where?”

Nancy’s hips buck with each tweak of her nipples by Robins deft fingers.

“Fuck, ah-lower.”

Robin runs her hand down Nancy’s stomach but not far enough.

“Rob please.”

“Where?”

“Lower.”

Robin moves her hand lower, but now too low, as she ran her fingertips across Nancy’s thighs. “This low?” she asks.

Nancy squirms below the other girl, impatient and dripping, waiting for her to touch where she needed her most.

Sighing in frustration Nancy grasps Robin’s hand that was traveling her body and places it on her clothed cunt. “Here,” she groans. “You were touching me here.”

Robin chuckles and drags her hand across Nancy’s clothed cunt and revels in the shiver it sends through her body.

“Want me to touch you like I did in your dream?”

“Please.”

And she does. Nancy lifts her hips and lets Robin discard her shorts and panties to the floor. Trailing fingers meet the wetness at her center and Robin kisses Nancy and swallows the moans that escape her lips when her fingers begin to circle her clit. The kisses are hot and wet and burning with lust and feel as though they go on forever.

And then Nancy is pulling away and her back is arching off the bed when Robin pushes two fingers into her aching cunt. Pants of ah, oh, fuck, Robin, drop from Nancy’s lips as Robin continues to piston her fingers into her, reveling at the sweet noises that leave her pink lips and the dirty wet sounds of Nancy’s arousal on her fingers.

The coil in Nancy’s stomach tightens and tightens and soon she’s caving in on herself in pleasure as she cums around Robin’s fingers with Robin’s soft praise being whispered into her ear.

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skullrock · 4 years ago

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the jacket - Steve x Reader

pairing: Steve x Reader

summary: you find a relic from Steve’s past and try to search for answers.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: angst!! angst!! but w a happy ending <3 also a bit of kissing and reader being kinda a shithead <3 duality of man

a/n: I was like . hmmm . what if reader found Steve’s Members Only jacket and saw the blood stains and tried to understand what happened . so I wrote it <3 hope u all enjoy

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Steve was in the shower, and you were cold.

And it wasn’t like you’d never dug through his closet before. You’d found all kinds of gems - things Steve either let you keep or things you forced him to try on for you. So you really didn’t think it was a big deal when you came upon a pile of clothes tucked away in the very back corner.

You first pull out a few t-shirts - definitely ones he wore for practice. You place them aside and continue, picking up a black t-shirt. After that, you found a gem - that old Members Only jacket he used to wear senior year, an obvious Christmas present. Happily, you slipped it on, putting the other t-shirts into the pile and shutting his closet. You didn’t notice anything odd; and, actually, you weren’t sure why Steve didn’t wear it anymore.

“Am I sexy?” he asks, walking in with his hair up in a towel, one draped loosely around his waist.

“Always,” you answer, snuggling under his bedsheets. Steve throws on underwear before coming over to you, crawling on top of his comforter.

“You cold?” he asks, leaning down to kiss your head, then nose, then neck. “I can help.”

“Then do it,” you murmur, pulling him closer.

Steve doesn’t notice the jacket for a while. His lips eventually moved from yours and down your neck again as he stripped the covers off of you. He finally opens his eyes as he moves towards your chest and quirks a brow. “What’s th-“

And then the blood drained from his face.

“What?” you ask, concerned at his expression. “I - I was cold, so I threw it on -“

“Where did you find this?” he asks, voice hoarse, frozen still as he propped himself up above you.

“Your closet?”

“Let’s - um - let’s take it off,” he says, and his voice sounds anything but sexual. He wants it off, buried back in his closet, away from your eyes. Because there’s blood all over the collar and on the cuffs, and as much as he tried to scrub it out, it was soaked in.

You didn’t need to know any of that. He doesn’t want you to know any of that. You couldn’t know any of that.

You sit up, brows furrowed painfully, as Steve nearly rips it from you. “I’m sorry - I -“

“Don’t be,” he says quickly, moving from the bed and to his closet. “I just - I don’t think I’ve washed it -“

“It was fine,” you say. “Why don’t you wear it anymore? It was always so cute on you.”

“Grew out of it,” he says, but you can see as he’s holding it that it would definitely still fit. He throws it back in the closet and grabs some clothes, effectively ending the make out session. He grabs a new hoodie for you, too, coming back towards the bed slowly.

Steve felt sick. He was holding his breath as the anniversary of the second traumatic Upside Down incident approached quickly. Every year, something new happened - and he was convinced this year wouldn’t be different. He didn’t need you dragged into it like Robin had been dragged into it. And even if Robin was his best friend, she didn’t deserve that. His partner didn’t deserve it, either.

You’re quiet as Steve crawls under the covers and holds you close. You felt a little sick, too, but you didn’t know why. Maybe because you’d never seen Steve look so terrified. Certainly, you’d never seen him so terrified over a piece of clothing. You didn’t want to pry, but you wanted to know more. Was there something in the pockets he didn’t want you to find? Did a past lover give him the jacket? Your head spun as Steve pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

“Let’s take a nap, okay?” he whispers, wanting his racing thoughts to stop.

“Okay,” you whisper back, but you couldn’t sleep. You could only lay and listen to Steve’s soft breaths behind you, wondering what could possibly have happened to make him so terrified.

===

Things returned to normal for a week, but you could not stop thinking about the jacket. You felt bad for being so hung up on it, and you felt bad for planning to dig through his closet again. But the next time Steve showered when you were over, you rummaged through the pile again, paying more attention to the clothes in it.

The first few t-shirts were fine - probably things he really did grow out of. And then you got to a green sweater. It was dark and it wasn’t easy to find issues, but you finally noticed - multiple dark stains littered the fabric. They were blotchy and random, most focused at the collar. Your brows furrowed but you quickly put it back, anticipating Steve’s return. They must have just been clothes that were stained with wine or beer or something. You didn’t know why that scared Steve so much.

Your eye catches the Members Only Jacket again, and you grab it quickly, eyes scanning it rapidly. Your eyes land on the collar, and then you see it - faint, red stains lined it, random as they were on the green sweater.

Blood. Lots of it.

You throw it back in the closet and stumble back a bit, confused. You knew Steve had been in small fights before, sure, but this amount of blood was really bizarre and - and why did he have so many shirts that were stained with it? Were there more than just the two you’d found?

Steve returns from the shower merrily, but you quickly make an excuse as to why you need to go. He frowns but lets you part, confused with why you looked so afraid.

===

“Can we talk?”

Your voice shook as you spoke, the two of you laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. Steve’s brows furrowed and he sat up, already anticipating your questions. “What’s up?”

“Wh… um. Do you remember when I was wearing the jacket?”

Steve nods and pulls you closer. “Babe - I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to act weird. I just haven’t worn it in a while.”

You raise your brows a bit. “And that’s why you were terrified of it?”

Steve falters. “Well - I was just shocked to see it.”

Your brows furrow. “You ripped it off of me.”

Steve shakes his head, tries to think of a better excuse, one that's close to the truth but not quite there. “It just reminds me of a bad time in my life, okay? It’s absolutely nothing to do with you -“

“Steve.” you say, narrowing your eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying to you,” he says lowly.

You incline your head. “Will you get it out for me?”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut, feeling bile rising. “Can’t we just watch - watch a movie?”

“Steve,” you say, but he's up off the bed in a flash. Your heart drops at his refusal to talk.

“Let’s go downstairs -“

“Steve.”

And when he turns around, he looks panicked, tears in his eyes. “Please.”

You hurry towards him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. “Hey, I’m sorry -“

You freeze up when you feel him sob into your shoulder. Hot tears land on your neck and you gently tug him to the floor with you, horrified and confused. “Hey,” you say again, running your hand through his hair, holding him close. “You’re okay, Steve.”

Steve doesn't want to cry. He hasn’t cried. But the October anniversary being nearly two weeks away and the horror of you finding out was too much for him. He wanted to curl up and push you away, but he let himself be held by you, trying to follow you as you asked him to breathe with you. He trembles and cries, clutching on to you, refusing to look up from your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles eventually, still shaking. “I….” He shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

“It’s okay,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head. “I’m sorry I pried, Steve.”

Steve doesn't answer. He sits and cries, focusing on your chest moving as you breathe. As much as it hurts, it’s helpful, and he feels a little bit lighter by the time the tears run out. He moves his lips to your ear and quietly says, “I can’t talk about it here.”

Your heart feels like it’s stopped in your chest. “What?”

“We have to go somewhere safe,” he says, even lower, and you strain to hear.

“Steve - what the -“

“Just - give me a minute, okay?”

===

Steve chooses the quarry, because it’s the only place he can think of that’s desolate enough to maybe not be bugged. He’s never told anyone about this, and it makes him shake. His palms sweat. He feels sick, but he parks, despite you begging him to just go back home. He looks sick, too, making your chest constrict with worry. He didn’t talk the entire ride, even when you exclaim as he pulls a nail-riddled bat out of his trunk. He only speaks when you’ve walked far away from the car.

Steve stares at your collarbones, exposed from your sweater draping with your posture. “What I’m going to tell you… is very dangerous.

“Steve, what the hell?” you ask, genuinely scared, eyes flicking to the bat. “Are you safe?”

He ignores the question, because he really doesn’t know. “You have to promise me you won’t bring this up or tell anyone. Okay?”

“Steve -“

“Please,” he begs, voice cracking, and you finally nod. He breathes out slowly, takes another deep breath, and then starts.

He explains everything as linearly as he can. Starts back in 1983 and works his way through, stopping to explain things to you and pausing to collect himself. It’s not so hard to talk about it, really - Steve feels like he’s reciting a comic book or recalling a dream. He rips his eyes away as he watches your facial expressions drop and contort.

“So the blood,” you interrupt at one point, “it’s from… this?”

Steve’s brows furrow. “What blood?”

You freeze a bit. “I… I looked at the other clothes in the pile with the jacket. They had blood on them.”

“Oh.” He blinks.

“I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have -“

“It’s fine,” he says, and clears his throat. “Yeah. It’s from this. Well - the green sweater is from Jonathan Byers, mainly, but otherwise, yes. Demon blood, my blood, Russian blood.”

“Jesus Christ,” you whisper. You reach out to cup his cheek gently, running your thumb over a scar on his cheekbones. “And that’s why you’ve got those scars?”

He nods somberly, and your heart breaks.

It’s a lot of information to absorb. Like, you knew weird shit happened in Hawkins, but you didn’t know it was… inter-dimensional monsters and demons. You didn’t know Steve and others you knew were wrapped up in anything so sinister. It all sounds made up, too much to fathom, but you know Steve. You trust Steve. And you know that he doesn’t deserve any of this.

And it kind of all makes sense, really. Why he had you spend the night so often. Why he has so many nightmares. Why he's friends with a ton of kids. Why he doesn’t like going on walks in the woods, and why his curtains are always drawn shut. Why he doesn’t swim in his pool. Why he disappeared the week of the fourth of July. These quirks suddenly make sense to you, and as complicated as it all is, you still believe him.

“I know this sounds crazy - I know it sounds crazy - but you ha-“

“I believe you,” you say.

Steve’s tense shoulders relax. “You do?”

“I do,” you assure. “I mean, that’s… it’s insane, but why wouldn’t I believe you?”

Steve stares at you for a good moment before dropping his bat and wrapping his arms around you. He’s quiet as he does, and you wrap your arms around him too, trying to swallow past the ache in your throat, tears threatening to spill over.

“Steve,” you whisper, chin resting on his shoulder. “Are you safe?”

Steve doesn’t answer for a while. “I don’t know.”

You hug him closer. “I’ll make sure you are.”

“No,” he says sternly, pulling back. “No.”

“Yes,” you say, slightly irritated. “Why wouldn’t I be by your side?”

“Because you could get hurt or killed or both.”

“I….” You stare at his chest for a second before meeting his eyes. “I would do that for you.”

“That’s stupid,” he says.

“I don’t care. You did it for your friends. And I’ll do it for you.”

“That’s stupid,” he repeats, shaking his head, but he pulls you in again. “If something happens again….” Steve bites the inside of his cheek. “I can’t lose you.”

“Hell, Steve,” you say with a sad smile. “You’ve been through this shit three years in a row. I think you can handle anything.”

“But what if I don’t?” he whispers.

“Then I’m here to help,” you assure. “Always.”

He pulls back again. “I don’t want you anywhere near this shit. Okay?”

“Okay,” you say, understanding the sincerity of his request. “But if you need me, whether you admit it or not, I’m here.” You flex your muscles. “I’ve got a mean punch.”

“Sure,” he says, smiling sadly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You stand on your tiptoes to kiss his forehead. “And I’m right here.”

===

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New Journey (S.H.) Chapter 7 Season 2

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader!henderson

Summary: Y/N Henderson joins her brother’s little adventure and makes a new friend on the way.

Warnings: swearing, violence.

Notes: I bet you didn't expect me to update so soon,huh? I usually take more than a mont ot two. I just finally decided to do somethings productive with my time than starting new TV shows (I’ve been hooked to Teen Wolf btw, it’s so good). Anyway, I hope you enjoy! It’s a long one.💕

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Chapter 6 << New Journey Masterlist >> Chapter 8

“ Y/N... Y/N.” a voice whispered into your ear. Slowly you opened your eyes and were met with a pair of soft brown ones starring at you.

“ What?” you asked quietly, not remembering where you were or what had happened.

‘ I took quite a strong nap.’ you thought.

“ Y/N, you need to get up, we-” someone told you before they got interrupted.

“ Come on! Get your asses up!” a much louder voice screamed, which made you shot up from where you were sitting and hitting your head. As you rubbed your skull, all the momeries from the past hours came rushing like a roller coaster.

Dart, your brother and his friends, the other demogorgons, meeting with Nancy and Jonathan, getting into Chief Hopper’s car, sleeping in Steve’s lap.

‘ Steve!’ you thought and you turned towards the direction of the boy with a concerned look in his eyes.

“ Omg! Are you ok? Does your head hurt?” he asked and placed his own hand to where yours was on your head. Your throat dried when you noticed how close you were, but you cleared it and tried to think of anything else than the knot appearing on your stomach.

“ I.. Yeah, I’m ok. Uh.. I’m sorry.” you mumbled while rubbing your eyes.

“ What for?” Steve forrowed his eyes.

“ For sleeping on you. I- I didn’t mean to. It’s just that- I haven’t gotten a good night sleep in a while after all of this started happening and I g-guess my body couldn’t bear it anymore-” you started rumbling, but a little chuckled stopped you.

“ Hey, it’s ok. I totally get it. We could all use a nap. I’m glad you did.” he smiled and once again he locked his eyes with yours, but before you were able to lose yourself in him and turned away quickly and grabbed the handle of the door.

“ We should go find the others.” you said under your breath and stood on your feet, your body instantly missing Steve’s body heat.

Steve took a deep breath and run his hand through his hair before following you “Yeah, they are inside the Byers’ house.” he walked beside you.

After a moment of silence your curiosity took over “Do we know what happened? What was Hopper doing at the lab?”

“ Yeah, I talked to him while you were asleep. In summary, they went there to see what was happening with Will. He had these outbursts and they realised that something had taken over his body.” he said and your eyes widened.

“ What?” you asked not knowing what to think about all this.

He nodded and opened the door “Yeah.. And then the demogorgons attacked them and just when they were ready to get out unharmed, a Bob guy died.” he finished, this time talking more in like a whisper, not wanting to disturb the silence that was occuring into the house and you walked into the kitchen.

“ Oh no.. Bob.” you said under your breath. You met Bob a while back. Being best friends with Jonathan meant you spent a lot of time at their place, talking with Jonathan, playing with Will, helping Joyce when she needed it. So when she started dating Bob she was more than happy to introduce you to him. He was a very nice and funny guy, he cared about the Byers family very much and now he gave up his life for them.

“ You knew him?” Steve’s voice stopped your thoughts.

“ Yeah, I- uh.. I did. He was a nice guy.” you answered softly. You didn’t want to show any sadness right now. If you did let a tear slip, you knew it would take you a while to stop.

‘ When this is all over.’ you thought. When this is all over you will let the sadness take over you, but not now. Now you had to stay strong for Dustin. And just then your head turned sharply to look for your little brother. You spotted him at the dinner table and after excusing yourself to Steve, you kneeled beside Dustin.

“ Hey, Dusty.. How are you holding up?” you asked softly while caressing his back.

Before he could answer you, he took a look around him seeing that his friends were distracted by the phonecall that was occurring with Hopper and someone else, that you had just noticed. When he made sure that they would not pay attention to your conversation, he turned to look you in the eyes with a frightened look.

“ Y/N.. I’m scared.” he whispered “ What if we can’t help Will? What if this time we don’t make it out?” he started asking feeling overwhelmed by the whole situation. Just like you.

“ Hey.. Look at me.” you said and held his cheek with your right hand “ Don’t think like that. I’m the one who’s supposed to freak out and you the one who will make me smile with a sarcastic, and sometimes annoying, comment.” he chuckled and it made you feel so proud of yourself for getting some of his nerves away.

“ But you’re also the brave one. I can’t protect myself like you. You saw how you kicked those demogorgon’s asses.” he informed you, but you smiled at him.

“ Do you actually know what makes me so brave?” you asked and he shook his head “ You. You make me want to do whatever I can to protect you. You, our friends, everyone. You give me that power, because I know you’ll always be by my side. Just like I’ll be by yours. So the next time you get scared, just think of a moment with me. Or with anyone you want. Think of someone whom you love and want to keep safe, ok?” you gave him a sweet smile and he nodded with the same smile on his face. You wiped a stray tear that run to his cheek and gave him a hug.

Just when you pulled apart, Hopper’s voice took both of your attention. You watched as he finished his call, frustrated.

“ They didn’t believe you, did they?” Dustin asked him. You gave him another pat in the back and stood up, your legs starting to hurt from kneeling down.

“ We’ll see.” by the time Hopper answered, you had already made your way to the kitchen counter and hopped on it.

“ We’ll see? We can’t just sit here, while those things are loose!” Mike protested raising his voice.

“ We stay here and we wait for help.” Hopper demanded and Mike kept quiet.

We all just sat there waiting for something to happen. For someone to come and help us. But nothing was happening. All of a sudden, Mike stood up and took something in his hand from the living room, coming back to us.

“ Did you guys know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins A.V?” Mike asked.

“ Really?” Lucas questioned, Mike catching his intrest.

“ He petitioned the school to start it and everything. Then he had a fund raiser for equipment. Mr. Clarke learned everything from him. Pretty awesome, right?” Mike explained and the room filled with ‘yeah’s’. Tears started filling your eyes at the sound of Bob’s actions. You were gonna miss him so much.

After some silence Mike spoke up “We can’t let him die in vain.”

“ Well what do you wanna do, Mike? The Chief’s right on this. We can’t stop these demodogs on our own.” Dustin said and the last part made us all stop.

“ The what?” you asked.

“ Demo-dogs?” Max was just as confused.

“ Demogorgon-dogs. Demodogs. It’s like a compound. It’s like a play on words- you know.” Dustin tried to explain his logical thinking.

“ Okay!” Max stopped him.

“ I mean, when it was just Dart, maybe..” your brother said again, leaving the previous conversation behind.

“ But there’s an army now.” Lucas said and Dustin agreed.

“ Precisely.”

“ Exactly, it’s humans against super creatures. Guess our chances.” you spoke up to make Mike see your view of the matter, but he was lost in his own thoughts.

“ His army.” he said soflty realisation hitting him.

“ What do you mean?” Steve spoke up after some while.

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

You all share a look, your minds starting to work up a plan. Mike took Will’s drawing in his hands showing us all.

“ The shadow monster.” Dustin adressed the monster in the drawing.

“ It got Will that day on the field. The doctor said it was like a virus, it infected him.” Mike informed us and you got of the kitchen counter, walking closer to them.

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

“ To the tunnels, monsters, the Upside Down, everything.” Mike explained and Steve took a step forward.

“ Whoa. Slow down. Slow down.” he said towards Mike.

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

“ And so does Dart.” Lucas filled in for Mike.

“ Yeah. It’s like what Mr. Clarke taught us. The hive mind.” Mike continued.

“ The hive mind?” both you and Steve said at the same it. You looked at each other, but broke your gaze concertating on the bigger issue.

“ A collective consiousness. It’s a super-organism.” Dustin explained and for some reason proudness filled you. You sometimes forget just how smart he is.

“ And this is the thing that controls everyhting. It’s the brain.” Mike pointed at the shadow monster at the paper.

“ Like the Mind Flayer.” Dustin said, like it was common sense. Lucas snapped his fingers at him.

“ The what?” Max and Steve asked. Dustin took off and Steve gave you a confussed look.

“ It’s something from their game. I- You’ll see.” you told him and nodded at Dustin, who had a book opened in front of him. Nancy and Jonathan had joined you.

“ The Mind Flayer.” Dustin looked at us and just then out of the corner of your eye you saw Hopper coming.

“ What the hell is that?” he asked and your brother took it in himself to explain everything.

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

“ Oh, my God, none of this is real. This is a kid’s game.” Hopper sighed.

“ No, it’s a mannual. And it’s not for kids. And unless you know something that we don’t, this is the best metaphor-” Dustin got interrupted by Lucas.

“ Analogy.”

“ What?” Dustin asked.

“ It’s an analogy. Not a metaphore.” Lucas explained.

“ Yeah, he’s right.” you agreed and Dustin stared at you with his mouth open. “What?”

“ Analogy? That’s what you’re worried about? Fine. An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is.” Dustin finished.

“ Okay, so this Mind Flaymer thing.” Nancy spoke up.

“ To conquer us, basically. It believes it’s the master race.” you stepped in remembering all the late nights Dustin was talking about all the new things he had learned.

“ Flayer. Mind Flayer.” You and Dustin corrected her and she sighed.

“ What does it want?” she asked.

“ Uh.. Like the.. Like the Germans.” Steve said and you raised an eyebrow at his direction.

“ What?” you simply asked.

“ Uh.. the Nazis?” Dustin tried to enlightment Steve.

Steve looked like he realised his mistake and tensed up “ Yeah, yeah, yeah, the Nazis.” he dropped his gaze to the ground trying to get rid of the attention and you couldn’t help but think he looked really cute at the time.

‘ Focus, Y/N!’ you told yourself and continued listening to your brother.

“ Uh.. If the Nazis were from another dimension to-totally.” from the corner of your eyes you were able to spot Hopper rubbing his head in frustration and you sighed.

“ Uh, it views other races, like us, as inferior to itself.” Mike continued on for Dustin.

“ It wants to spread, take over other dimensions.”

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

“That’s great! That’s great. That’s really great. Jesus..” Steve mumbled and without thinking about it, you gently rubbed his back with your left hand. He sent you a small smile as in saying he appreciated and you returned it happily.

“ Okay, so if this thing is like a brain that’s controlling everything, then if we kill it..” Nancy spoke up making you stop the gaze you shared and drop your hand.

“ We kill everything it controls.” her brother answered eagerly.

“ We win.” Dustin joined in.

“ Theoretically.” Lucas said.

“ Great. So how do you kill this thing? Shoot it with Fireballs or something?” Hopper asked and both you and Dustin chuckled.

“ Yeah.. Yeah, not exactly.” you said and looked over at Dustin so he could explain further, ready for what was about to come.

“ No fire. No fireballs. Uh, you summon an undead army, uh, because.. Because zombies you know, they don’t- they don’t have brains and the Min-Mind Flayer, it- it.. it likes brains..” he stuttered while explaining the absurd plan, before giving up “ It’s just a game. It’s a game.”

“ What the hell are you doing here?” Hopper was beggining to lose his patience.

“ I thought we were waiting for your military backup.” Dustin fired back.

“ We are!” Hopper yelled and you immediately stepped up.

“ Hey! Don’t yell at him!” you pointed a finger towards the cop, something you would have never done a week ago, but when it came to Dustin you didn’t give a crap to whom you were talking to.

“ Even if they come, how are they gonna stop this? You can’t just shoot this thing with guns.” Mike said with hope of stopping whatever was happening.

“ You don’t know that! We don’t know anything!” Hopper protested the kids opinions.

“ We know it’s already killed everyone in that lab.” Mike told him confidently.

“ And we know the monsters are gonna molt.” Lucas pointed out.

“ We were barely able to keep the demogorgons-” Dustin coughed at your comment “ The demodogs away. We only survived because they left.”

“ And we know that it’s only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town” Dustin said.

“ They’re right.” a new voice joined your conversation and you all looked towards the source of the sound. Joyce “ We have to kill it. I want to kill it.” she looked at Hopper despretelly.

“ Me too.” he told her.

“ I-” Joyce tried to say before Hopper interrupted her.

“ Me too, Joyce, okay? But how do we do that? We don’t exactly know what we’re dealing with here.” he explained to her.

“ No. But he does.” Mike said getting closer to Will “ If anyone knows how to destroy this thing, it’s Will. He’s connected to it. He’ll know its weakness.”

“ I thougth we couldn’t trust him anymore. That he’s a spy for the Mind Flayer now.” Max’s voice filled the room.

“ Yeah, but he can’t spy if he doesn’t know where he is.” Mike told you and you knew what you had to do.

Each one of you started collecting stuff and clearing the little cabinet the Byers had outside. You were gonna make it impossible for the Mind Flayer to find something familiar to connect it to a place.

After you had helped Hopper clear everything from inside, you spotted Jonathan collecting all the clothes from the backyard that were supposed to be drying, so he could take the zip tie that was supporting them. You slowly walked up to him “Hey..” you said soflty.

“ Hi..” he replied just the same way, looking a little more uncomfortable and you wondered if it was because of you.

“ You need any help with that?” you pointed at the clothes.

“ Yeah sure, thanks.” Jonathan said barely looking at you, but you ignored it and started taking the clothes down too.

After a quiet moment both of you spoke together.

“ How are you doing?” was what you had said and an “ I’m sorry.” had came from Jonathan’s mouth.

It took you a moment to process what he had said and when you did your eyebrows furrowed “ Wha- Sorry for what?”

“ Well first for abandoning you at the party the other day and also fo-” he explained himself but you cut him off shortly.

“ You really remember that after all of the things we’ve been through?”you chuckled not believing his words “Jonathan.. I understand why you left. Nancy was more than wasted and you were being nice. I get that and Steve drove me home so you don’t have to still worry about me going back home alone. I was okay. I am okay.” you reassured him with a soft smile.

“ But that doesn’t change the fact that I never even thought of making sure you were okay.. I really am sorry, I just-” you cut him off.

“ You were worried about your brother, Jonathan.. And it’s not everyday you get to spend more time with your long time crush.” you nudged his shoulder with a wink and he returned it with a small chuckle.

“ So we’re okay?” he asked hopefully and you smiled sweetly at him.

“ We’ve always been okay.. I just need to be informed about everything between the two of you when this is all over.” you told him and he scoffed.

“ Oh, there’s lot to talk about.” you raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t help than laugh.

Even if you had been slightly irritated of the way Nancy had treated Steve the other day, you had no doubt that those two wouldn’t last. Without confirmation from her, you could still see the two different looks she gave to the two very different boys. Maybe at some point she felt a strong emotion of affection towards Steve, but the way she would react everytime her and Jonathan would talk, could not go unnoticed. She loves him. And you knew for a fact he did too. He didn’t want to admit it at first cause she was still with Steve, but he had let it slip one night he had drunk a little too much. They were great for one another and you are more than happy to see your best friend like this. In love and loved.

“ You have some explaining to do yourself too, missy.” Jonathan said pulling you out of your thoughts.

“ What do you mean?’ you questioned.

“ Like how the hell did Steve end up with you guys?”

“ I don’t know, Dustin picked him up like a stray dog form the road.” you laughed quietly “ He helped us with Dart, the demodog. If he wasn’t there, God knows if we would have made it through.’ you answered and let a small smile overtake your features, while you were thinking of Steve.

And it did not go unnoticed by Jonathan. He even saw the soft blush that appeared on your cheeks, but before he could tease you about it his mom caught his attention, bringing him back to reality.

“ Hey, mom.. How’s everyone doing? Is everything ready?” he asked and you felt a small hand on your lower back. You turned and saw Joyce. You send her a small smile for comfort. You hated seeing her like that. She was like a second mother to you and after all the other shit she has gone through, she didn’t deserve any of this.

You could see that she wasn’t in a state to even return your smile, so she just gave a squeeze to your hand and it was more than enough for you “ Almost ready, but we’re close.”

Jonathan grabbed another clothing item and let it fall down “You sure this is gonna work?”

“ He knew who I was. He’s still in there. It’s gonna work.. It has to.” Joyce pleaded and Jonathan pulled out the siccors cutting the zip tie that was previously holding on the clothes.

“ It will. Will’s strong.. He has proved that many times. He will come back to us.” you gave both of them a confident look and went back to join the others into the house.

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After setting everything up and getting Will carefully placed in the chair, all of you expect Joyce, Jonathan, Mike and Hopper returned back and made yourselves as comfortable as you could inside the house.

No one was talking. Just waiting. Trying to distract themselves until news of the situation would come.

After a while you had ended up with Dustin half asleep in your arms, his back hitting your chest, your right arm hugging him and your left hand playing with his curls. It’s something that had always been able to relax him so you decided to give it a try.

All of a sudden you felt a body sit at your left. You looked up and saw Steve beside you.

He was looking at Dustin and a small smile made its way to his face “How’s he holding up?” he nodded towards him.

You also looked down at your brother and shrugged “ Stressed, scared.. He may not admit it to anyone, but I know him. He’s terrified of what will happen to Will and to all of us actually..” you said softly still caressing his hair.

“ I don’t doubt him for a second.” Steve simply said which earned a curious look from you “I mean..I may not know him that much, but I can just tell he’s a brave one.” he paused for a moment before adding something “Just like you.” he finished looking at you in the eyes.

You felt your heart beating faster, so you quickly broke the gaze looking down, trying to also hide your pink cheeks.

“ He’ll make it through.. All of us will make it through.” Steve sighed, sounding almost as if he wanted to convince himself too.

You looked up at him once again and you answered his words with a small smile, not trusting the sound of your voice. He returned it too, but before you could exchange any other words a loud sound echoed through the house.

Your head snapped towards the direction of the said sound. Hopper came rushing through the door, Joyce, Jonathan and Mike following behind. You felt Dustin shift in your arms, the loud noise waking him up.

“ What happened?” he asked in a harsh voice, while rubbing his eyes.

Hopper did not answer immediately. He took a paper and a pen writing something on it. With Dustin already out of your grasp and onto his feet, you also stood up walking closer to the sheriff, feeling Steve close behind.

“ I think he’s talking, just not with words.” Hopper sighed showing the paper on the table.

“ What is that?” Steve questioned standing beside you.

“ Morse code.” you and the boys said together and looked at eachother.

You knew this all too well. When you and Dustin were little and as always would get into trouble, your mother would ground you to your rooms so you would not be able to see one another for a day. But one day you found a different way to communicate during a situation like this.

You had learned at school about Morse code and were immediately hooked on this cool trick. You showed Dustin and after that everytime you would be grounded, you would tap the thin wall that was sepparating your two bedrooms. He found it as cool as you did, deciding to show his best friends too.

“ H-E-R-E.” Hopper spelled the word behind the symbols.

“ Here.” the boys repeated.

“ Will’s still in there. He’s talking to us.” Jim stated and you all formed a plan.

He had given you the walkie-talkie sending you the signals Will was making with his fingers, so you could write them down. While you were doing that Nancy sitting opposite of you was writing the letters down so they could read the message later.

The signals stopped and you all gathered around Nancy reading what she had written down.

“ Close gate.” you all said, but before you could figure out what it meant, a ringing noise stopped you. The phone.

“ Shit, shit.” Dustin exclaimed and rushed to hang up the phone. For a moment it stopped, but when it rang again Nancy broke it throwing it on the floor.

You were holding your breath, not wating to make a sound as if that would make things worse.

“ Do you think it heard?” Max questioned carefully.

“ I don’t know.” you mumbled still looking at the phone.

“ It’s just a phone. It could be everywhere.. Right?” Steve said, but his theory proved to be wrong when a screeching was heard.

“ That’s not good.” Dustin said and the rest of the little group you had formed came back into the house. After a moment, Hopper joined you holding two guns in his hands.

“ Hey. Hey, get away from the windows.” he pointed out and you took it upon yourself to get the kids away. “Do you know how to use this?” Jim spoke up again referring to Jonathan.

“ What?” your best friend asked.

“ Can you use this?” Hopper repeated his question, but before he could take an answer out of Jonathan, someone else spoke.

“ I can.” Nancy stated and he threw the gun to her.

You and Steve went and got your own weapons getting in position to defend yourselves and the others. You, Steve, Hopper, Nancy, Lucas and Mike ( who was holding a cup, like that would save his life) were all aiming at the door expecting them to burst in at any moment.

“ Where are they?” Max said impatiently.

A loud thud had you all gasping, turning to the direction of the noise. From the corner of your eye you saw Dustin a few feet away from you.

“ Dustin, behind me.” you said sternly and he immediately rushed to your side.

“ What are they doing?” Nancy said mostly to herself, but you were all able to hear her.

Snarling, groaning and screeching could be heard from outside, until it stopped. It was dead silence. You relaxed a little only to tense up again by a freaking demodog making its way through the window. Screams filled the room, all of you thinking it would attack, but it never stood up. Carefully you started approaching it.

“ Holy shit..” Dustin said hugging your side.

“ Is it dead?” Max asked the dreaded question and Hopper hit it with his foot to answer it. When it did not move you took it as a sign of ‘yeah, its dead’.

But just as all of this wasn’t enough, the door creaked. You all turned back around seeing it being unlocked from the outside.

You held your axe up to beat the living shit out of whatever creature would appear now, but when the door opened you froze.

You all froze.

‘El?’ you thought not believing your eyes.

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mischiefandspirits · 3 years ago

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Titanic Beginnings

Part of the Six for the Age of One AU

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Dick was excited when Bruce helped form the Justice League, babbling on about Bruce’s new friends and begging to meet them. Damian also wanted to meet the JL, but to appraise them to see if they were worthy of his father’s time and ensure they were capable of watching Batman’s back.

Not wanting the boys to get involved in the more punishing missions the JL faced, Bruce continually denied their requests.

That was ruined during a meeting a month later when Superman sheepishly admitted that his sons had also been badgering him and his wife to meet the other JL members and asked if he could bring the boys to the next meeting.

Green Arrow, Hawkgirl, Green Lantern, and Martian Manhunter appeared as resistant as Bruce. However, Wonder Woman adored children and agreed before any of them could speak up. She even offered to bring her young sister to keep them company. Aquaman agreed as well, mentioning that his apprentice could use the land experience. Flash and Black Canary were fine with it, which left the League at an even split.

At a nudge from Canary, Arrow broke the tie by reluctantly agreeing to bring his protégé.

Any ideas Batman had at keeping his boys out of it were dashed when Lantern turned to him and asked if he would also be bringing his kids. Superman sent him a look that clearly stated he would invite the boys if Batman didn’t so the Gotham vigilante nodded after giving Lantern a fierce glare.

Batman, Robin, and Serin were the first ones to the temporary headquarters the Justice League were using while Batman, Arrow, and Lantern finished the work on the space station they were retrofitting.

Before they arrived, Bruce had reminded Dick that, allies or not, only Superman knew the Bats’ identities and it was to remain that way for the time being. He had also negotiated with Damian. The boy wouldn’t challenge anyone to a fight and would abide by sparring rules with anyone who challenged him, no matter what abilities they may have. In return, the boy could assess whoever he wanted. He also allowed the boys to bring their dogs, hoping that would help keep Damian from going too far.

Titus (or Birdhound as Dick insisted despite Damian’s arguments that Great Danes weren’t hounds) had swapped out his red collar for a yellow one that matched Serin’s belt and had a tag with Serin’s logo on it. He also wore a grey ballistic vest with dark coral straps and handle. Haley (or Bitewing, a play on a character from Dick’s favorite story in Bruce’s extraterrestrial files) had a green collar with Robin’s logo hanging from it in place of her usual blue. Her vest was red with canary straps and handle.

Robin and Bitewing immediately went off to explore while Serin and Birdhound stayed at Batman’s side as he got things ready for the meeting. The boy kept an eye on the meeting room’s door, so he was the first one to notice the Supers’ arrival.

Superman was talking to his foster son when they walked in, his younger son flying over them with wide eyes. Superboy (aka nine-year-old Jonathan Kent) nearly looked like the spitting image of his father with his blue-black curls and neon blue eyes that didn’t quite look human, though his nose and lips were shaped a bit more like his mother. Meanwhile Hyper (aka fourteen-year-old Christopher Kent) only shared his foster father’s physique, his skin not having that same natural sun-kissed look while his hair was a dirty blond and his eyes were a bright amber that was just a little too close to yellow to be humanly possible. Superboy was wearing jeans, red high tops, and a Superman costume shirt that had a small red cape attached. Hyper was even more underdressed in just jeans, black tenner shoes, a yellow and blue flannel, and a black shirt. A black band wrapped around his wrist, appearing to all the world like a watch though, having helped create it, Batman knew it was a device to help Earth’s newest kryptonian keep control of the powers he’d developed on arrival.

Robin reappeared suddenly, dropping down onto Superman’s shoulders. “Heya, Kal!”

“Hello, Robin,” the man chuckled.

The twelve-year-old did a backbend so he could hold a hand out to the older boy. “Hi! You’re Hyper right? Kal’s told us about you.”

“Oh, yeah. Or K’Riss. Uh, K’Riss-El, but just K’Riss is fine,” Hyper said, accepting the hand.

“And I’m Jon!” Superboy said, dropping down in front of Batman and Serin. He smiled up at the man before holding his hand out to the other boy. “Dad’s told us about you too. Nice to meet you. I like your dog. Can I pet him?”

The eleven-year-old looked at the hand, then glanced over Superboy’s outfit. “No. What kind of attire is that for fighting crime?”

The half-kryptonian looked down at his clothes and shrugged. “I thought it looked cool.”

“It offers no protection.”

“They’re kryptonians,” Robin pointed out as he stood up on Superman’s shoulders so he could pet Bitewing, who was leaning out of a vent on the ceiling. “Their skin is better armor than the stuff we wear.”

“What if they were to lose their abilities? A shard of kryptonite would easily pass through that flimsy shirt.”

Superboy frowned and glanced back at his dad, which gave Batman time to give his son a reprimanding look and hold out his hand.

Serin scowled and palmed him a small lead case.

The Supers didn’t notice the actions, distracted by unsuccessfully trying to get Bitewing out of the vent.

“Neither of us really dressed for fighting crime,” Hyper said over Robin’s soft cackling, pulling away from the vent. “Jon’s too young for that stuff and I’m still getting my powers under control. Our superhero names are more honorary than anything.”

Clicking his tongue, Serin crossed his arms. “Heroes or not, we are in the base of a team of superheroes. You should be prepared to be attacked at any minute by any of the members’ various enemies.”

Superman aimed an incredulous look at Bruce, who shrugged.

His son wasn’t wrong.

“Hello there!” Wonder Woman called as she walked in with a teenage girl in red and black Amazonian armor.

The girl looked exactly like a fifteen-year-old version of her sister with her curly brown-black hair, warm olive skin, and dark green eyes. She gave a smile that looked a bit more forced than her sister’s, which quickly dropped away when she noticed Superman still near the vent with Robin clinging to his back. “Why is there a dog up there?”

“She likes it in there,” Batman grunted when Wonder Woman looked like she was going to try to help as well.

“She’s Robin’s,” Serin added, which did explain it if you knew Robin.

“Dogs shouldn’t be inside vents,” Wonder Woman said pointedly.

“And children shouldn’t nap in chandeliers,” Batman muttered, earning snorts from Serin and Superman. Accepting that the issue wasn’t going to be dropped, he gave Robin a look.

The boy pouted, then gave a sharp whistle. Instantly the pitbull sprung from the vent, hopping off superman’s chest, then Hyper’s shoulders, before landing on the ground as gracefully as her boy despite her missing limb. Robin dropped to the ground next to her and scratched her neck before grabbing the handle on her vest and going over to greet the Amazons.

Wonder Woman introduced her sister as Troia, who had recently left Themyscira so she could learn more about Man’s World at her sister’s side.

After respectfully greeting the sisters, Serin turned to Superboy. “See, the Amazons wear armor.”

“Well, they aren’t quite as durable as us,” Superboy shot back.

“They also don’t have a well-known weakness to a rock, yet they still understand the necessity to be prepared for battle.”

“So that one is definitely Spooky’s,” Lantern joked as he walked in with Hawkgirl.

Robin did a cartwheel into a backflip, landing in front of the two with Bitewing racing to stay by his side. He gave the heroes a wide grin, leaning cutely against the alert dog. “Hi, I’m Robin! It’s so nice to meet B’s friends! I like your wings, Ms. Hawkgirl! They’re very pretty!”

“Thank you,” she said, bemused.

Lantern gave Batman a smirk as he shook Robin’s hand. “You sure this one’s yours and not Supe’s or Wonder Woman’s?”

Robin’s grin turned sharp, then he pulled away.

A green flash lit the room and Lantern was left in just a black tanktop, Flash sweatpants, and mismatched fuzzy socks. The man yelped and looked down to find his ring missing from his hand. His gaze shot up, but Robin and Bitewing had disappeared with the light. “What the heck!?”

The boy’s laughter echoed around the room, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere.

“Okay, maybe he is yours.”

“Why is Lantern in his sleeping clothes?” Martian Manhunter asked as he and Aquaman came in with a young Atlantean.

“Robin stole his ring right off his hand,” Hawkgirl answered with poorly hidden laughter in her voice.

The test pilot scowled and held out his hand. His ring shot out from inside Batman’s cape. As it slid onto Lantern’s finger, returning his suit in a flicker of green, Robin and Bitewing poked their heads out of the fabric. He pointed at the smug boy. “You won’t do that again.”

“Unless I want to.”

“Kid -”

“Hey, my first idea was to come up and throat-punch you so be glad I just stole your ring,” he snickered, slipping back into the shadows. “Can’t talk bad about my family if you can’t breathe.”

“It seems the Bat’s family are as entertaining as he is,” Aquaman joked. He set his hand on the young Atlantean’s shoulder. “Speaking of family, this is my mother’s ward and my apprentice, Aqualad. Lad, this is the Justice League and their young companions.”

The boy appeared to be around fifteen with alabaster skin that was edging towards grey. His eyes were plum-colored and his hair was long and pitch black. With teeth slightly sharper than a human’s, he smiled and gave a small bow. “A pleasure. You may call me Garth.”

Baring the Bats, the group all greeted Aqualad cheerfully. Batman grunted and nodded with Serin copying his actions while Robin’s hand poked out of the cape to wave.

Before anyone could introduce themselves to the newcomers, Arrow and Canary entered with a grumpy thirteen-year-old.

Speedy had fair skin and pale red hair, alongside eyes hidden behind a domino mask like the ones Robin and Serin wore. Batman knew from his day-life that Speedy’s backstory wasn’t too far off from Robin’s. He’d gotten Oliver Queen’s attention during an archery contest so when the boy’s adopted father died, Oliver took him in.

“Are we the last ones here?” Canary asked.

“We’re still waiting on Flash,” Wonder Woman answered.

“As per usual,” Hawkgirl joked.

“Well, in the meantime,” Arrow set a hand on Speedy’s shoulder, “this is Speedy.”

“‘Sup,” he said, giving a sarcastic salute.

Introductions went around. Robin took the distraction as his chance to slip out and greet Aqualad and Speedy properly. As the time for the meeting grew closer, the group got the kids settled in a room near the meeting room. Just as they were about to leave for the meeting, a steak of red shot into the room.

“Sorry I’m late,” Flash said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You’re actually on time,” Superman said. “Though you’ll have to wait to meet the kids until after the meeting.”

“About that…”

A second streak came into the room, which turned out to be a red-headed teenager. The boy was tan and freckled. When he pulled up his goggles to smile at the group, his eyes proved to be a grassy green. “Hi, there! I’m Kid Flash!”

The group turned to Flash, who was pinching the bridge of his nose. “My nephew became a speedster last week. I’m training him how to use his powers.”

“Then I’m going to be his sidekick!”

Batman held back a snort at the imploring expression Flash gave him and Superman. The kryptonian patted the speedster on the back and led him out of the room with the others following.

Behave, Batman said with a grunt, giving his boys the kind of glare that would have the JL flinching back and the criminals of Gotham fleeing.

Robin batted his eyes innocently and Serin gave a half-hearted nod.

When the meeting was through, the adults returned to find the room worse for wear.

Robin and Kid Flash were sitting cross-legged on a battered table (one of the few remaining pieces of furniture) with Bitewing draped over their laps. They were both fidgeting with the dog’s ears and tail as they happily talked about a fight the Bats had recently had with Penguin.

Serin and Troia were standing off to the side near some cracked flooring, talking about the Amazonian knife she was showing him. Superboy was sitting on the floor next to them, though he appeared more focused on the pets he was giving Birdhound.

The last three boys were standing next to a hole in the wall. The older two were inspecting the hole with guilty frowns while a snickering Speedy patted Hyper on the back, looking more relaxed despite the bruise on his cheek.

“What happened in here?” Arrow asked, all the adults except Superman and Batman looking shocked at the destruction.

“Sparring competition,” Superman answered, proving he’d kept an ear on the kids throughout the meeting.

“We locked a bunch of superpowered and vigilante children in a room together. I’m just pleased the room’s still standing,” Batman added.

Robin and Kid Flash laughed while Speedy bit down his own laughter at a look from Arrow.

Lantern slapped the archer on the back. “Lighten up. As much as I hate to admit it, Spooky’s got a point. We should have known the kids would screw around and set them up somewhere a little less fragile. So, who won?”

“Troia, technically, since Robin was disqualified after the tournament was over,” Kid Flash said.

Batman turned to Robin, who gave a wide grin. “I don’t want to know.”

“I would have won had I had my full arsenal,” Serin said petulantly.

“He was eliminated because Superboy managed to bear hug him right at the start of their go and he couldn’t squirm free before the time ended,” Robin explained.

“You utilized kryptonite in your spar with a kryptonian so I do not see why I couldn’t!”

Superman gave Batman a look and the vigilante sighed, holding out his hand.

Robin skipped forward and dropped a lead case into his palm. “For the record, I brought blue kryptonite.”

“Was that why you were disqualified?”

“No.”

I will be having a conversation with both of you when we get home, he said with a grunt and put the case in his belt.

“And how did you fare?” Aquaman asked his apprentice, coming over to set his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“I won my match against Kid Flash, but Robin proved too formidable an opponent.”

“I lost first round to Troia,” Speedy said before Arrow could ask as he and Canary came up to the teen.

“His close combat abilities could use some work, but his skills with a bow are comparable to some of our best archers,” Troia argued. “Had our arena been larger, the fight would have been much closer.”

“Yeah, Arrow’s not too good at close range either,” Canary said, earning a huff from her boyfriend. “Don’t worry, kid. I’ll show you a few tricks.”

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If you're wondering why I put Donna in armor instead of one of the suits she wears in the comics, I ask you this: Why the flip would she want to wear some spandex suit when she could wear sick Amazonian armor? This applies to Cassie too.

And yes, Dick's treatment of Hal is a reference to a certain movie and a certain TikToker. Thanks for asking.

#batman #dick grayson #robin #damian wayne #teen titans #Robins are the Same Age AU #fanfiction #64ao1

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overheardatthecontinental · 4 years ago

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“Is the Manager in?”

“The Manager is always in.” Charon responds as he always does, blinking at the sight of John Wick. When he had left the Continental, less than an hour ago, he seemed calm and resigned. Now, he appeared frazzled, although there were no apparent marks or injuries bruising the assassin. “He retired to his private chambers—”

John Wick nodded and set a handful of coins on the counter that he had taken from the trunk of his car. “I need a room—no accommodations, just standard mission prep.”

The mission prep rooms were used more for local assassins. They came equipped with top of the line technology, as well as space for maps and guides, weapons assembly and cleaning.

“I also need the Technician sent to the room immediately. I need a phone traced yesterday.”

“I’ll make sure to send him to your room once he’s finished with—”

John cuts off Charon. He’ll apologize later, he decides, but there isn’t fucking time. “I’m calling in Sante Fe. I need him now.”

Charon blinks, surprise evident on his face, but he nods. “Of course, Mister Wick.” He reaches back and grabs a lower key off a hook and hands it over, “Shall I direct the Manager to your room?”

“Please. And the Sommelier.” John grabs the key and departs, taking long strides down the hall.

John rarely used the rooms set for mission prep unless he was on a time sensitive case that didn't allow for trips back and forth over the river. He unlocked the room and stared at the expanse.

There was much to do but nothing that he could start until he got a trace on her phone. He doubted this new enemy would make things easy for him. They probably already had the signal blocked but he had to try. The only other hope was that Winston would know something. The Manager had an ear to the ground in every part of New York City.

John tosses the key to one of the tables and starts pacing.

Whoever wanted Lorenzo and the D’Antonio siblings killed would benefit from the Camorra collapsing. Of course, that included everyone the Camorra held something over, lesser Italian mobs, and the other eleven assholes who held seats at the High Table.

Bullshit politics, he thinks.

Somebody had followed him, watched him to analyze his weaknesses. And they had taken Helen over bullshit politics.

John grabs the chair that sits in front of one of the tables and throws it across the room. The wall cracks under the weight before the chair snaps into a handful of pieces.

“That was an antique, Jonathan.”

“I’ll pay for damages.” He says, not caring, as he turns. Winston stares at him, looking him up and down. John doesn’t give him a chance to comment on his, likely, pathetic posture. “I need a list of everyone who wants Lorenzo D’Antonio dead.”

Winston stares at him in disbelief, “Half of the Camorra want Lorenzo D’Antonio dead. His children want him dead. Most of New York, the entirety of the Sicilian Mafia, the Triad, the Bravta—“

John shakes his head, “I’m looking for an individual, aside from his children. Someone would benefit from the collapse of the Camorra.”

“Again, the list is nearly endless. I would indirectly benefit from collapse of the Camorra. But the point is moot, to act against Lorenzo is to act against the High Table itself.”

John exhales a breath. He was afraid that would be the case.

He opens his phone and looks at his messages again. From Helen’s work phone, a picture of her had been sent. She looked like she was sleeping but he knew she was sedated.

Her hands were bound in front of her and while she seemed largely okay, there were bruises forming on her arms. Her bare arms, exposed by her nightgown. And in that state of undress, they had her on a cement floor.

If Winston didn’t know, and the Technician couldn’t trace the phone, he would have no choice but to go after Lorenzo. He would face whatever backlash there was with the knowledge that Helen would be safe.

Unless, the unknown enemy didn’t keep up their end of the bargain…

Winston clears his throat, “You’ve never shown an interest in Underworld politics.”

“No.” John says, still staring at the screen. “Winston, I need you to dig as quietly as you can. Anybody who’s challenged the Camorra over the last… I don’t know, three years. Open challenges, rumors of trying to find someone to take a contract against Lorenzo.”

“Jonathan,” Winston steps forward, cautiously asking, “are you going to try to kill Lorenzo D’Antonio?”

If I have to.

“I’ve been asked to.”

Winston’s frown deepens “Conspiring to kill a member of the High Table is enough to get you stripped of services!”

John inclines his head, “I’m well aware of the rules, Winston. And I’d rather not have to kill Lorenzo but the matter is complicated.”

“In what way is it complicated?”

John hesitates. He had been stupid to think he could keep Helen safe from the Underworld. And while he had hoped to never reveal her existence to anyone, it was too late for that. He had, unwittingly, involved her.

Winston would disapprove, he already knew.

“I’m being blackmailed, and I’m not sure by who, but someone” I love “very dear to me is being threatened if I don’t.”

His mentor swears. “You know better than to get involved with someone not of our world.”

“I do.” John agrees.

Again, Winston swears.

“I have no inclination to kill the D’Antonio’s, but if I can’t find out who has her, where she is… I will.”

“You can’t act against the High Table—”

John says nothing but raises a brow.

Winston knows him better than anyone, save Helen. The older assassin took John under his wing in John’s early days in the Underworld. He offered guidance and advice, impressed with John’s skill but devastated by his lack of ambition.

Looking back, his relationship with Winston was the most consistent in his life.

So Winston knows, better than most, just how reckless John Wick is willing to be.

Looking defeated, Winston shakes his head, “No woman is worth your life.”

John snorts, “She’s worth a hell of a lot more than my life.”

There’s a knock on the door and John answers it. The Technician, looking rather frazzled, comes in with a large backpack and two smaller briefcases.

“Charon said I was needed.”

John takes out his phone again and unlocks it. “I recently received a call from this contact. I need their phone traced remotely, as fast as you can. It’s likely they’re expecting a trace.”

The Technician takes the phone over to one of the table, “Do you know who the phone is registered to? It’ll be easier if I can track their SIM card. They likely dumped the phone itself to disable the GPS”

“Helen Kingston.”

“Know when she bought it?”

John shakes his head, “No, but it might have been charged to her work account.”

“Where does she work?”

John barely holds back a wince because if Winston was annoyed before, he was about to become really pissed off. “New York City Counseling Associates.”

He can practically hear the steam coming out of Winston’s ears.

“Jonathan, please tell me your girlfriend is not a therapist.”

“My girlfriend’s not a therapist.” Not a lie.

She wasn’t his girlfriend. Just his therapist.

The Technician asked as he plugged in a laptop, “You know her social?”

He probably shouldn’t, but he does. He recites the digits and looks up to see Winston staring at him incredulously.

“Jonathan, who is this woman to you?”

John looks back down, watching as the Technician opens the file attached with Helen’s social security number. Newspaper clippings mentioning her pop-up, along with her transcripts going from Kindergarten all the way through graduate school. Her bank statements, along with every credit card assigned to her.

“Jonathan!”

John doesn’t look up, “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to, Winston.”

“Please tell me that she’s not your—"

There’s another knock on the door and John, gratefully, steps away from the table and from Winston.

The Sommelier arrives with a room service table on wheels, covered with a white sheet that John knows from experience will have a variety of weapons.

He pushes the door further open and allows the woman entrance.

“Mister Wick.” She greets.

“Rita.”

“Charon was unsure of what you needed so I brought an assortment for you to try.”

“I appreciate that. Unfortunately, I’m currently unsure of what I’ll need. Versatility is a must.”

“Jonathan!” Winston says again, “Please excuse us, Rita, Karl, I need to speak to Mister Wick in the other room.”

Fuck.

John sighs, looking to the Technician, “If the phone rings from that, or any unknown number, get me immediately.”

“Of course, Mister Wick.”

John follows Winston to the back room.

It consists of a combined kitchenette unit with a coffee pot, microwave, and sink along with a twin-sized bed to nap or rest before missions.

John closes the door and crosses his arms.

He can practically hear Helen telling him to stop looking so defensive.

Winston stands by the counter and runs a hand through his greying hair. “Tell me that you’re not about to go to war with the High Table over your fucking therapist.”

John says nothing.

“Jonathan.”

“You told me not to tell you.”

Winston swears again, the anger and disdain dripping from his colorful language. John waits for him to get it out of his system. If he didn’t need Winston for this, he might have just walked away. He considers it in the moment but if the Tech can’t locate that phone, Winston might be his only shot at figuring out who had her.

But he could handle Winston, so long as he made it about the D’Antonio’s.

Finally, the old man shakes his head, “What the hell were you thinking?”

He isn’t sure what to say.

It’s been seven months and John’s note entirely sure what he was thinking, going into session that first day.

She had given him comfort that day in the café. The only comfort he could really remember ever receiving.

He knew therapy was pointless for someone like him, but he’d called her… just to hear her voice one more time.

But she had sucked him in, convinced him to come see her again and he had been done for.

What had he been thinking?

That Helen’s eyes reminded him of the forests in Belarus. That her smile was worth more than an eternity of sunny days. That she had railroaded him with kindness until he wasn’t sure who he was anymore.

That if someone like Helen could see the good in him… maybe he wasn’t all bad.

His intentions, of course, are marked by his selfishness.

It never should have gotten to this point.

He had been careful, making sure that he left no trace behind on the nights he snuck into her bedroom to watch her sleep. But he hadn’t been careful enough.

He was so focused on Helen, he stopped looking over his shoulder.

And now, she was paying the price.

Winston opens his mouth and John cuts him off before he can be berated, “I don’t have an answer for you, Winston. I fucked up.”

“Clearly.” Winston shakes his head, then loudly spits out, “Therapy. Do you lay on a couch and talk about your childhood?”

John rolls his eyes. This is what Helen would call mental health stigma.

“Why do you need therapy?” Winston asks, the disgust clear in his voice.

Again, he has no answer.

At least, no answer that Winston would accept.

There was a laundry list of reasons that John needed therapy. There was probably one, equally as long, as why Winston would benefit from therapy. But Winston wouldn’t see it that way.

Before he started to see Helen, John probably would have agreed with him.

“I’m not sure if this helps,” John says, “But I only started going because she was attractive.”

Physically, mentally, emotionally. John had been an eager moth to her flame.

“If she’s attractive, you ask her to dinner. You fuck her. You get her out of your system and get your head back into the game. You don’t complain to her about your issues! But now we have some civilian out there, with no knowledge of our world, being held hostage and—"

“She knows.”

The weight of those words rests on Winston and he stops his rant, suddenly going very still.

“What?”

“She knows. About all of this.”

“You told,” Winston repeated, “a fucking mandated reporter that you’re an assassin?”

John nods once.

Winston’s eyes seem to pop as he stares at John.

“I know I’ve already asked this, so forgive me the repetition, but what the fuck were you thinking?” Winston all but screams.

“She won’t talk.”

“Oh, are you sure about that?”

“Yes.” John says with a sense of finality, “Even with this…” he withholds a shudder, again remembering the picture of her bound and sedated on a cold, cement floor, “I trust her.”

“Clearly.” Winston snarls, “But there is a reason we don’t advertise our services to the world! Every single person who learns about the Underworld, in any respect, is supposed to be reported to your local Adjudication services.”

“You know I don’t give a fuck about S.O.P’s.” And before Winston can reply, John raises his voice slightly, “But you also know that I don’t trust easily. Helen’s not going to go running to the media or even the police. The moment she figures out what’s going on…” John shakes his head, wondering if she’s even awake yet, “she’ll know I’m coming for her.”

Winston continues to glare but John holds his gaze. He still looks furious but his posture softens, “Do you love her?”

“Yes.”

Winston lets out a sigh and shakes his head. “You always did take things to the extremes.” Winston mutters, “John Wick gets a hard-on and burns New York City to the ground. Unbelievable.”

In a moment, the air between them had changed. The tension disappeared, even if the disapproval remained.

“Lorenzo and Gianna arrive in the city tomorrow night. Santino is already here. I’ve been given three days to kill them all.” He’s never been good at asking for anything but he finds himself ready and willing to beg, “Winston, I need you to find out who has her. I have no desire to start a war with the High Table and the Camorra, but have no doubt, I will if I have to.”

“It may take time.”

“A luxury we don’t have. If we can’t find whoever is pulling the strings by the time they arrive tomorrow night, I will kill them.”

“I need more than a day, Jonathan. You have through the weekend.”

“I’m not leaving Helen that long.”

“At least, give me until Saturday night.” The Manager compromises, “I’ll do my best. I’ll begin right now, but right now, our only lead is someone who would benefit from the collapse of the Camorra. It isn’t much to go on.”

“Then let’s hope the Technician can pinpoint a location.”

…

She wakes up shaking before she even opens her eyes. Her bed is hard and icy and her covers are no longer tucked around her.

And then it comes rushing back. Waking up to a hand around her mouth and the glint of a needle. A momentary struggle and then nothingness.

Her mouth is dry, her limbs feel heavy.

Even opening her eyes is a struggle but Helen forces them open. All of the sudden, she is very awake.

She’s on her side, still in her nightgown, which gratefully reached her knees. She’s lying on a concrete floor. Iron bars reach from the cold floor up to the ceiling above her, caging her in a box. She uses her bound hands to push up to a sitting position to get a better look around.

The cell itself is empty, save a small stall in the corner that she really hopes contains a bathroom.

Outside of the cell is a spacious unfinished basement. There are mats on the opposite corner, covering the ground. Two punching bags hang from the rafters.

In front of her, two men sit playing cards on a rickety, foldaway table.

There’s a moment of blinding terror, her heart racing in her chest as she takes in her new surroundings. And then there is an eerie wave of calm.

She knows herself well enough to accept her weaknesses for what they are. Physically, she probably can’t put up too much of a fight. She doesn’t have the skill. It occurs to her that she may not even be able to throw a proper punch.

But she’s not useless, either.

She clears her throat, wincing as the action scratches at the dryness.

“Would one of you like to call whoever’s in charge?” She rasps out.

They exchange a look and the one on the left says, “I’m in charge.”

Helen surveys him. If she had to guess, she’d put him in his late twenties. His pants are baggy with tears she can make out from where she sat and he was wearing a sweatshirt.

This wasn’t a random kidnapping, she knew. This was planned. Well thought out. Someone who knew her schedule and learning routine took time. Then, they had sedated her. It was too organized, too clean.

This was about John.

And that kid sitting, playing cards probably had no idea the kind of monster he had just set loose by taking her.

She hums, “Maybe in the room, but not of the operation.” Helen pushes herself back so she can lean against the wall, “Call your boss, honey.”

“Listen, little bitch,” he pushes back from the table and steps over to the iron bars, taunting, “I own you right now.” He tugs a gun loose from the back of his pants, “I could kill you just like that! So how about you show me a little respect.”

“No, you listen, kid.” She forces herself up to her knees and then wobbles to her feet, “You point that thing at me, and we’re going to have a problem. If your boss,” she emphasizes, “wanted me dead, I would have been dead in my bed. No, he took me because he needs me. Alive and unharmed.

“Now, I’ll take pity on you because you’re young and you probably have no idea who you are messing with right now.” And she was certain that neither of her current jailors would stand a chance against John Wick, “So how about you call your boss, and let the grown-ups talk? Hmm?”

She’s dealt with enough pissed off clients to know when to stand her ground and when to back down. And she would be damned if she backed down from a guy who would probably trip running from the cops because he wouldn’t tie his damned laces.

And then he turns away, glaring and tucking his gun back into his pants. He grabs a phone off the table.

Helen closes her eyes and breathes.

Her head is pounding but that truly is the least of her worries.

“She’s awake.” The kid tells whoever’s on the other line. “She wants to speak to the boss.”

The kid hums along to whatever is being said on the other end. He is clearly cut off at the end, pulling the phone from his ear and looking mildly disappointed.

Disillusion amongst the ranks? She wonders. She can work with that.

He shoots her a glare, “He’s coming.”

Helen nods her thanks and rubs at her eyes. Even now that she is awake, her lids still feel heavy. Her body, lethargic. Sore. Cold. She backs up to the wall and slides down to a sitting position.

Her body feels overly tense and she wonders if that’s a side effect of the drug, the cold, or the trauma. Or a mix of all three.

The kid is still standing, which leads her to believe that her actual captor is somewhere in the building. At the very least, nearby.

Sure enough, she hears footsteps coming down the stairs.

He’s not too much older than the boys guarding her but she’d place him in his late thirties. Dark hair, dark eyes. A pleasant smile as he regards her with interest. He’s well-dressed and walks with the assurance that comes from having everything in life handed to you.

“Hello, Miss Kingston.”

“How long have I been here?” She asks and that seems to set him aback.

The man tilts his head. “Do you know who I am?”

“Can’t say I’m interested.” She retorts, “How long have I been here?”

His lips quirk in a daring smile, “You’re not the least bit curious about who I am or why you’re here?”

“I can guess the why. John Wick pissed you off. Or you need him for something no one else could possibly handle. Vengeance, blackmail, I don’t really give a shit. And knowing your name, who you are… it won’t matter because unless you let me go right now, John is going to hunt you down and disembowel you. So let me ask you again, how long have I been here?”

She can vaguely see his two minions staring at her wide-eyed in the background. It occurs to her that maybe she shouldn’t be talking to this stranger like this but what is he going to do? To shoot her, to hurt her would be suicide by angry assassin.

But their leader just smirks, “And all this time, I thought you were just a pretty face. You’re a delight. To answer your question, cara mia, it’s nearly noon.”

She went to bed at ten.

And John, bless his heart, was never as subtle as he thought he was.

He would have been there sometime after midnight for his nightly stalking habits that she pretended she didn’t know about.

“He knows I’m missing.”

“Yes.” He says, “I spoke to him last night. He was quite distraught.”

Helen shakes her head in disbelief. His calmness was unsettling because either he didn’t know what John was capable of or he somehow thought himself above it. She guessed the latter, “I don’t know what you need John for. Between us, I don’t really care. But you need to think long and hard about if this is really your best idea.”

Her captor only smiles, “While your concern is touching, I’m not worried.”

“Then you’re a fool. He won’t let you walk away after this.”

“He won’t have a choice. By the time Wick completes what he needs to, he’ll find himself too entrapped by politics to be able to hunt me down. His precious therapist will be freed, and he will be consumed by the punishment for his actions.

“I suppose,” he inclines his head, “I have you to thank for all this. You entrapped John Wick. I entrapped you. And now the world will be at my fingertips.”

Helen knew she didn’t fully understand Underworld politics but she was certain that this man was vastly overplaying his hand.

“The Camorra will fall. Italia will be mine. And all because John Wick made the mistake of falling in love.”

She swallows but tries not to let it show.

Because she knew. Of course she knew.

She knew John better than anybody. Half the time, she knew what he was thinking before he did.

Helen wasn’t immune to the longing stares he thought he hid so well. She wasn’t blind to the midnight visits John paid her, at first only once or twice a week, until it steadily increased to a nightly guardianship.

And she wasn’t stupid enough to think that no one was ever going to figure it out. A part of her even expected this. At the very least, she wasn’t surprised to find herself kidnapped and held hostage at the whim of one of John’s enemies.

“A therapist.” The man shakes his head, amused, “Tell me, whatever does John Wick cry to you about?”

John hadn’t been kidding about the misplaced misogyny in his world, as well as the unfettered arrogance. This was ridiculous.

She had dealt with ridiculous men before and, while this one clearly believed himself to be special, she wasn’t above doing what she did best.

Helen exhaled, assessing the best she could in her weakened state.

Now was not the time for mistakes.

She took in the suit.

The manner in which he presented himself.

His demeanor.

His attitude.

His actions.

An obvious neophyte in way over his head.

In a position of power that obviously didn’t belong to him, convinced he was far better than he was.

Certainty was never possible, but it was worth the gamble. “Does your mother know that it was you that killed your father?” She asks.

Immediately, the cocky smile vanishes from her captor. “What?” He growls out.

“She struggled to conceive, didn’t she? You were her little miracle baby. Thank fuck you were a son so she didn’t have to go through that again. Daddy needed his heir, didn’t he?”

Bullseye.

“And your father was appeased, for a while. But then you grew older. Not so good at the physical stuff, were you? It must have been confusing, never being able to meet your father’s expectations while your mother insisted that you were perfect in every way.”

“You must think you’re very clever, Miss Kingston--”

“But not as clever as you.” She quips, “Your father tried to teach you to run the business, but years of your mother’s coddling made you soft.”

“Shut up.”

“For years, you trained. You did what he asked. It wasn’t enough, it was never enough. You just couldn’t take it anymore so you killed him. Well,” Helen pauses, “You had him killed. Wouldn’t want to mess up that manicure, would we? Which leads me again, to my first question. What I can’t figure out. Does your mother know that it was you who killed your father?”

She’s met with utter silence. His two minions are staring at her in stunned disbelief. Her captor, however, is fuming. She can feel the rage, the humiliation pouring off him in waves.

Helen inclines her head, “Unless, oh, honey,” she makes a sympathetic face, “Did mommy kill daddy for you?”

“Nick!” A long string of Italian follows the name and the minion who hadn’t threatened her with a gun nods, frantically, before running across the room.

She looks back to the man in charge, “I prefer to counsel in my office, but I can make an exception if you want to start talking through your mommy issues. I won’t even charge you, considering you’ll be dead in a week anyway.”

Nick runs back over with capped needle and Helen resists the urge to roll her eyes. “Here Mister DeLuca.”

Well, now she had a name.

“Seriously?” She gestures around at the cell, “I can’t even walk six feet in any direction, and you’re going to sedate me? If you didn’t want to talk about your mommy issues, you could just say so. Sometimes, we need to build up to the bigger things.”

Her door was unlocked, and it kills her but she doesn’t move or try for escape. She’s still too tired from the last cocktail of sedatives they loaded her with.

The kid, Nick, comes in and Helen idly offers her arm.

Do what you want, she thinks, it won’t stop the storm that’s coming.

“You’re right about one thing.” Helen says, “I am John Wick’s therapist. Which means I know John better than anyone. I know what he’s willing to compromise on and what he’ll hunt you down until the ends of the Earth over.”

Nick grabs her arm, holding it tight as if he’s expecting her to start to struggle as he uncaps the needle with his teeth.

“He’s going to tear you apart.”

The needle pierces her skin.

“So I’ll ask you again. Are you really sure this is your best idea?”

It doesn’t take long for the sedative to run its course but she holds DeLuca’s gaze until the world grows fuzzy.

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Games and chill

[The last raffle work for @triggs-jpg. This one is streamer/youtuber AU with multiple small stories of you and your group trying different games. Implied Kakyoin/reader relationship. I wrote for a variety of games I know and played myself.Thank you]

Pairing: Kakyoin/reader.

Time: wholesome AU(?), present times, ages not specified.

Words: ~ 3.1K

[Uno]

The idea to play Uno was going to be either a blessing or a curse. But it was an idea nonetheless and you and Noriaki asked Jotaro, Polnareff and even Dio if they want to participate in a video. Polnareff eagerly accepted the offer, asking if he needs anything to buy for the small ‘party’ you were to have. Jean even asked if he could bring Iggy to the party. Even if the dog wasn’t the friendliest one, he was sure eager to get free food from your group. He knew that you and Kakyoin would be the ones to spoil him. Jotaro was reluctant at first, not quiet used to being recorded but upon hearing that Dio himself accepted the offer, the man became interested in annoying Brando. Dio Brando himself accepted rather quickly, mostly to advertise himself as well as hopefully annoy Kujo.

And so your group placed different snacks on the big table, getting comfortable for the first round of Uno. The rules allowed to pretty much ‘spam’ anyone with cards, whether based on color or number. After eating all the cola flavoured gum since Polnareff forgot to hide it well enough, Iggy decided to sleep next to you, not quick eager to disturb the game today.

“Another 4” you said, choosing a card to place down, quickly starting to annoy Jotaro who was the one to receive it. You could only evilly chuckle as the man was so close to winning, only to lose his chance right away.

“And another” Kakyoin suddenly joined in, adding to the annoyance of Kujo.

“Okay, you can stop now” Jotaro said, hoping to not provoke any more actions from you two. At this point, he had 10 cards already. And before that he had 2 cards, hoping to win.

“And here is more” Pol put the nail in the coffin, laughing as more cards appeared in Jotaro’s ‘hand’

“What the fuck are you doing?” the latter spoke angrily as your group laughed.

“Winning, unlike you” Dio answered proudly while looking at his cards. He only had 2 left and the man was pretty confident.

As Dio was approaching victory rather quickly, he became more relaxed. Trying to get rid of the one of the two remaining cards, he was quickly shut down by Jotaro, whose hand represented a fan due to how many cards did he have. At least he would have fun this way.

“Un-“ Brando was about to say.

“I don’t think so, bitch” Jotaro cut him off as the blonde scoffed at him, getting two cards from the desk.

“We’ll see about that” Dio glanced at him, smirking a little at the clear contrast between them.

At the end, Polnareff won the match. Kujo was fine with that, as long as it wasn’t Dio it was alright.

“Okay, new game, new rules. Whoever will win will decide on the dinner” Kakyoin announced, getting comfortable near you. Polnareff went to get a drink, urging you four to play without him. Iggy, hearing the footsteps towards the kitchen, quickly woke up in hopes to get a treat from Jean.

“Also, check if the camera is recording” You told Jean, hearing the man mumble the answer. Jotaro was quick to glance at you, as if an unspoken plan appeared in your minds. You quickly nodded, understanding what the man had meant, silently agreeing with it.

“It’s recording” Jean notified the group, now sitting on the couch with his drink, watching over you four.

“Skip” you said, placing the card to annoy Dio who sat next to you. You felt Kakyoin nudge your shoulder, praising your actions and smiling widely.

Next was Jotaro’s turn. The man placed the same type of card, only in a different color, his face without emotions.

“Same” he simply said, not commenting on the surprised gasp that Kakyoin let out. He wasn’t expecting such betrayal from his friend.

“Again” you put another ‘skip’ card, making Dio growl irritated at another lost chance for him.

“Another” Jotaro continue, placing one more ‘skip’ card. At this point, Dio and Kakyoin started to worry about their chances of winning.

“Since when you two work together to be a pain in the ass?” Dio asked, glancing at you two. Noriaki could only nod, not quite on the same aggressive level as Brando.

“Since you announced the that the winner will decide what to eat” you answered, looking over your cards, hoping to win at the end.

“I am tired of cherries and wine for dinner” Kujo rolled his eyes as you chuckled at his typical straight forwardness.

“Hey” Kakyoin objected, then turning his eyes towards you “can’t believe I have been betrayed by you of all people” he said dramatically clutching his chest.

“Well, no mercy” you winked, getting comfortable, hoping to eat something different for once. As long as you and Jotaro worked together. Polnareff was equally as interested in the game, watching as the tension got stronger around you four. He was having fun, watching as you tried to outsmart each other. Iggy joined him, getting ready for another nap.

Somehow, you and Jotaro managed to win, gaining yourself a healthy meal for once. Kakyoin, still ordered himself a cherry desert, teasing you about not sharing. Another evening well-spent.

[Minecraft]

Playing something as relaxing and nostalgic has been on your mind for a while. It is nice to have a gaming series where you can just all relax and have fun. Minecraft was a nice start for that. Kakyoin himself was quite eager to delve back into the known game, messaging your group, asking if they want to play with you two. And so the group reunited once again.

Surprisingly, Dio knew how to play it. He reluctantly admitted to playing the game with Jonathan when he was younger, even if the primal reason for it was to purely annoy Joestar kid.

You had to explain Pol and Jotaro how to play, while Kakyoin was getting the first resources. Dio was complaining as usual. It took you five a while to get situated, choosing a nice and cosy place in the woods. Dio insisted on building a big mansion. By ‘insisted’ he meant that ‘someone should build it and he, Dio Brando, will decorate it with his fine and precise sense of style’. Kakyoin then told him that dirt house would accompany Brando just as well, earning couple of swears from the blonde.

As time went on, the five of you established a nice and somewhat big place, each one of you having your own rooms. Jean got himself a dog, after hearing that you could turn some animals into pets. Jotaro was enjoying the soundtrack, mostly killing mobs and travelling whenever he wished. Brando was pretty much useless after getting the mansion built, instead now focusing on the décor of the house, pretty much making it a banana house using bright colors. Overall, it was a nice experience for your group

One evening, while everyone was off, Dio was playing on the server. Suddenly he had a random idea to push Jean’s dog a little bit closer to the open fire. Not really expecting it to actually burn, Dio ended up killing the dog by pushing it into the fire.

“Damn, this feels awfully familiar…” Dio mumbled to himself, not quite sure what was it that made is so particularly familiar. After realizing what he has done, the blonde was quick to place a sign on the wall next to the open fire.

Killed your dog, lol - Dio xoxo

Later Jean destroyed his room, making Dio rage quit playing Minecraft for a week.

“Would you like to befriend a cat” You asked Dio next week, after he returned to the server. The man was facing the multiple cats scattered across the village.

“I am not a cat person” Brando answered, scoffing at your suggestion. Nothing unusual.

“You are nobody’s person to be fair” you rolled your eyes.

“Alright, go to hell” Dio replied, earning a snarky laugh from you. How typical of him.

“Okay, how do I make the cat my friend?” Polnareff suddenly asked, after hearing the delightful information from you. Hopefully, this pet will survive.

“There are also dolphins, turtles, coral reefs and tropical fishes by the way” Kakyoin mentioned to the group but most importantly to Jojo. He tried not to show any reaction.

“Whatever” Jotaro answered. However, you knew better.

After a couple of minutes, you heard Kujo speak again.

“So where are they?”

“Hey, Dio, I decorated your room a little, hope you will like it” Kakyoin casually mentioned, making you look at his screen. He winked, noticing the mischievous look you had. You were absolutely loving his idea.

“Don’t you dare pull off something or I will end you, Kakyoin” Dio said, not quite liking the tone he had. He decided to check it out later as he wasn’t playing for now.

Later when Dio arrived at his ‘mansion’, he opened the door, seeing a small flag on the wall together with a sign that said:

‘Don’t ever forget your origins’ - Kak

Seeing the flag, Dio found himself greatly annoyed. It was a flag of Scotland after all.

Brando was quick to open up Discord the type in ‘I am not from Scotland, you moron’, earning quite the reaction from the two of you. It was worth it.

Today, Brando seemed to be in a good mood, which made your group question what caused such effect on the usual annoyed Dio. But good Brando was the key to a good stream and communication. That is, until Jotaro noticed blonde being quite cocky.

“Hey, Dio” Jotaro’s tired voice called for the blonde as the group was in the voice chat. You and Kakyoin didn’t pay much attention to the conversation, instead checking if the recording program worked as well as the game.

“What?” the man answered, already feeling himself getting annoyed just from listening to Kujo’s voice

“You got mfat?” Jotaro asked emotionlessly as you and Kak suddenly stopped chatting. You knew where this was going, and you couldn’t get more excited.

“What?” Dio became more annoyed. Everyone else was suspiciously silent “What is mfat?” he asked, half-confused, half-tired of Jotaro’s shit.

“My fat dick in your mouth” the man answered, making the group burst into laughter.

“I can’t believe you felt for that, Brando” you said, laughing together with Noriaki.

“Fuck off, Kujo, go fuck yourself” Dio angrily answered, almost yelling.

[Hatoful boyfriend]

Today, you had something different planned. You were supposed to stream with Kakyoin for a while, however you decided to start a little bit earlier to try a new game. Today, you decided to stream a dating sim game. A bird dating game. Hatoful boyfriend. You checked if the equipment properly worked, then greeting the audience and introducing the plan for the next video. At first, you were amused and laughed everything off, joking about the dialogue lines and interactions as the chat noted the weird vibe the game was giving off. However, later, you felt yourself being immersed in the gameplay that Hatoful Boyfriend had to offer. The chat was as equally interested, commenting both ironically and unironically about the ‘hotness’ of each bird.

You were enjoying yourself, when you heard a door being open as the voice called for you.

“Did you see-” Kakyoin stopped in his tracks, noticing the equipment “Ah, shit, sorry” he was quick to apologize, then noticing your pc screen.

“What are you doing?” he approached you, looking at the screen with a puffy bird on it. He sat down next to you to fully absorb the image before him, baffled at the weird choice of a game.

“Well…” you chuckled, not even trying to explain yourself. You could the chat being as equally interested in Kakyoin’s reaction as you were.

“Am I not enough?” he suddenly dramatically asked, hiding his face behind a hand and striking the most bizarre and dramatic poses of them all while leaning back on the chair.

“Are you a bird?” you decided to tease Noriaki, raising an eyebrow at his question.

“No?” he was confused of what to say to this, chuckling confusedly.

“You just answered your own question” you simply answered, turning back to your lovely bird boyfriends, while Kakyoin stared at you for a couple of seconds.

“Wait a minute”

The chat was full of ‘F’s to show respect to the fallen soldier who lost against birds.

[Cuphead]

Your group was up for a challenge. You decided to try out Cuphead. Seeing the lovely artstyle and hoping that the game might spice up the recording/stream, you were eager to try it out. After multiple hours of practice, you felt yourself getting better at the game. Kakyoin was also catching up pretty quick, asking when weapons do you use for certain bosses.

“You can use parry to get it quicker” you explained to him.

“Ah, alright, got it” Noriaki smiled at you, hugging you closer as you two relaxed together. You still had couple of hours before the stream, so you decided to make the best out of it. While streaming was fun, occasional quiet hour was equally as important. You two simply lied down, talking about preparations and everything that came to mind. You felt him nuzzle your neck as he hugged you closer.

“Don’t fall asleep on me here, Nori” You brushed your hands through his soft locks.

“Then just wake me up before the stream” he half mumbled.

“Are you going to complain afterwards?”

“Yes, but I will wake up” Kakyoin answered back, chuckling a little.

After couple of minutes, you decided to speak. It seems like Kakyoin wasn’t going to sleep anyways.

“5 dollars on Dio rage quitting the game”

“10 if he will break something afterwards” Kakyoin answered back, excited by the idea of seeing someone get angry.

“Deal” you two shook hands while giggling. It was always fun to bet on stuff like that.

Dio wasn’t very good at the game, to say the least. The man didn’t have patience, always trying to rush forwards and eventually dying without reaching the end or killing the boss. Somehow he managed to beat the first world, proclaiming that he is getting ‘so much better’. The next boss he chose whoever, was getting on his nerves.

“Fuck this piece of shit clown” Dio growled, getting fed up with endless dying,

“That’s quite the self-love here” you answered back, hearing Polnareff and Kakyoin laugh.

“Shut up” Brando could only curse at you, replaying the level once again.

Jotaro being Jotaro, didn’t really get the excitement and panic over playing Cuphead, instead he was grumpy at the endless amounts of swears from dying.

“Why bother with the game if you lose so much anyway” he asked.

“That’s what games are for, Jotaro” You explained to him, not really wanting to waste your time to prove him wrong.

“Go try it yourself, Kujo” Kakyoin said “show us the results later” he teased the man, knowing that Kujo would eventually try the game.

“Will do” Jotaro answered, not bothering to continue watching

About two days later, you get a message in the group chat.

‘I broke my screen’ Kujo wrote. It was followed by multiple ‘lmao’s from you and Kakyoin, because of course he did.

‘You WHAT?’ came the message from Pol.

‘I broke it, alright, now stop asking’

After that, Kujo had to endure a week of teasing from your group, once again establishing himself as an ‘angsty’ man…together with Dio that is.

[Nekojishi]

“Hey, Nori, what are you doing there?” you asked, opening the door to see what he was up to.

“Ah, just playing a small novel game” Noriaki explained, hoping that you won’t be interested in further inspection of the said game. However, seeing the chat being exited you had your doubts. Deciding against prying and finding out for now, you left the man alone.

That was the part of the plan. As you waited for Kakyoin to go grab himself water, you quickly entered the room once again, greeting the audience and reading the text that was on the screen, so far it seemed like a normal game. The aspects of the talks were mostly about sacred placed, which made you slightly confused. That is, until you found one of the characters, just as Kakyoin returned with his drink.

“Hey, oh…” he stopped, standing still as you eyed the screen.

“Kakyoin” your tone was serious.

“Yes?”

“Why is there a buffed tiger?” you turned towards him, chuckling at the confused look he had. This wasn’t what you had expected.

“Well, first of all, guardian tiger” he corrected you out of nowhere, now approaching and sitting next to you “second, Lin Hu and third, I am trying to take his route and get the ending” Noriaki finished.

“So I guess you are a cat person, huh?” you asked, turning towards the tiger to take a good look once again.

“Well, certainly not a bird person” Kak commented back as you two laughed.

“Alright, you got me there. Go have fun with your tiger” you rolled your eyes a little, standing up to brush Kakyoin’s hair affectionately before taking your leave.

Seeing the chat enjoying the interaction you two had, Kakyoin couldn’t help but to note.

“Okay, I am not VERY into this game of course” he tried to find a small excuse for himself “but there is something about this guardian tiger…” He mumbled to himself, eyeing the buffed catman before him.

The chat quickly typed multiple Fs for your defeat against the buff tiger.

[Broforce]

Having the game named Broforce, you just had to engage in the whole ‘bro’ atmosphere to fully experience the game. So you and Kakyoin joined the voice channel, getting ready to play this indie game and checking the equipment. You decided to record this let’s play instead of streaming. Jotaro and Jean had other plans today and Dio was nowhere to be seen. You two decided to join the group voice channel, not really expecting anyone to appear. Rushing through the game, you didn’t notice that Dio joined the voice channel. Not until he asked you about the next stream. You two decided to joke a little to slightly annoy Brando.

“Bro, I got you” you said with a deep voice, killing the enemy that almost shot Kakyoin.

“Thank you, Bro” he answered back, mimicking your low voice.

“Bro, no problem”

“Appreciate it, bro”

“Can you shut the fuck up with your bro shit?” Dio suddenly spoke up, annoyed at the whole ‘bro’ act you two pulled off.

“Damn, chill bro” you said back, earning a chuckle from Kakyoin.

Dio could only growl, exiting the voice channel in hopes of not hearing any more of that. Not today.

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