#but for now anything could be added or changed

[russo-woso]

For the “A new adventure universe” could you do one where some of the girls for the team babysit for the night to allow r and lessi a night together. Maybe the girls (Leah , Lia , Steph and Beth maybe) just show up and force them to go out even if it’s just to the cinema. Saying that they need time for them :)

Free babysitters || Alessia Russo x reader

Masterlist

Summary You and Alessia have a very needed break whilst some of the girls look after Florence

-> Part of the A New Adventure Universe

“We’ll look after her.” Beth had offered after you commented on how long it had been since you and Alessia went on a date.

With the pregnancy and then the newborn stage, you and Alessia hadn’t had any time by yourselves and it was at that point where you craved some alone time with Alessia - even if it was just going for dinner and then to the cinema afterwards like you were tonight.

Florence was now seven months and you were confident enough to leave her with some trusted people - them people being some teammates.

Kyra had offered in the past - saying her and Vic could look after her but you and Alessia both burst out laughing, immediately saying no.

But when Beth, Steph, Lia and Leah had offered, you had immediately accepted their offer.

So here you were, getting ready for your date as you waited for the four of them to arrive.

You hadn’t gone fully out, but had still made an effort - putting on a nice outfit before putting some makeup on.

You walked down the stairs, hearing Wren giggling as she played with Alessia on the floor.

The sight made your heart melt, watching your two girls giggling with each other.

“Hiya love. You look gorgeous.” Alessia said, noticing you as you watched them.

She got up off the floor, walking over to you and resting her hands on your hips, kissing you gently.

“So do you, lessi.”

You were about to lean in for another kiss when the doorbell went off.

You both groaned, Alessia walking to the door as you went and picked wren up.

“Hi bubba. Me and mummy are going to go out but auntie Beth, auntie Lia, auntie Steph and auntie le are going to look after you.” You told her, wren babbling away as she sat in your lap.

A smile took over her face as she saw the four of them.

You greeted them all with a hug, wrens legs kicking happily as you rested her on your hip.

“Someone’s happy, huh? Is our little gooner happy?” Leah cooed, taking wren from you.

“Right, she’s just had a feed so she probably won’t have another bottle until she goes to bed. She’s normally in bed for around half seven-ish. It’s fine if it’s a bit later. Her clothes are out ready in her nursery. If you need anything, call me or less.” You told them as they all listened carefully.

“We’ve left some money out for you to get yourselves something to eat. Wren’s Changing station is in her nursery too if you need to change her. We shouldn’t be too long, we’ll be back before nine.” Alessia continued, resting a hand on your back.

“Got it.” Leah nodded, still holding a smiling wren.

“Someone’s happy we’re leaving.” You said, kissing wrens head, Alessia doing the same thing afterwards.

“You two start going, we’ve got her.” Lia told you

“If we need anything, we’ll call you.” Steph added

“We’re gonna have the best time, aren’t we wren?” Beth asked, tickling wren who giggled.

“Okay, we’re going. Call if you need anything.”

“We will. Now stop worrying. We’ve got her.” Leah told you and you nodded, trusting the four of them.

You and Alessia left, jumping in the car as you drive into town.

“She should be fine, right?” You asked Alessia who nodded.

“Love, she’s fine. We trust them.”

“Yeah.” You said, taking a deep breath. “She’ll be fine.”

You and Alessia had finished eating, the two of you both having a pasta dish.

Alessia paid and you both headed out of the restaurant, the cinema only being across the road.

Alessia held your hand tightly in hers as you crossed the road.

You got your popcorn and drinks, finding the screen your film was playing on.

“This has been nice.” Alessia whispered, as you rested your head on Alessia’s shoulder - the two of you being the only ones in the room.

“I’ve missed wren but I’ve also missed our time.” You said and alessia agreed

“You know, we could always make it a bit more nicer.” Alessia said with a wink. “We could go back to the car. We can always come back and watch the film.” Alessia suggested, a smirk on her face.

You smiled, knowing what she was thinking.

“Let’s get out of here.”

You both got out of the car, your outfits and hair all messy as you approached the door.

You knocked gently, aware that wren would be asleep.

Leah came to the door, smirking as she looked you both up and down.

“Well well well… I wonder what you two did. Did you even go for dinner in the end?”

“Shush.” You said, rolling your eyes as you walked in.

“Have a nice time, you two? Actually, no, don’t answer that. I don’t wanna know.” Beth said

“We had a really nice time.” Alessia said with a small smirk on her face.

“How was wren? Did she go down easily?”

“She was an angel. She went to sleep at half seven.” Steph told you

“Good. Thank you so much for looking after her, I think we really needed a break.”

“I think we know.” Beth added, inspecting your neck.

“Beth, why are you looking at my neck?”

“Just looking at the evidence that shows you had a good time.”

“Why? What’s on my neck?” You asked, having a slight clue as you saw Alessia blush and look away.

You walked into the downstairs bathroom looking in the mirror to see five buckets littering your neck.

“Alessia!”

“That’s our cue to leave.”

[leupagus]

x

#anyway I'm team 'please don't fuck your coworkers it will make for a bad time'#honestly the fic I want to write is one character having to listen to all the gossip about everybody else's love life#while their internal monologue is like 'WHY WOULD YOU FUCK YOUR COWORKER THAT'S A BAD IDEA'#it would obviously end with them fucking a coworker because: lol

goddammit I incepted myself

September 2023

Jack came back from his vacation right in the middle of Fucking New Kids Jesus Christ season, which was bullshit considering he’d tried to time his vacation to skip this entirely.

“You do realize you’ll have to meet them sometime,” Ellis told him flatly when he explained his logic. “Like, you can’t just skip introducing yourself to the baby interns and med students.”

“You’ve been here two years now, when did I ever introduce myself to you?” Jack pointed out. “Come to think of it, who are you—”

“I will beat you with your own leg and your nasty-ass Hokas, don’t think I won’t,” Ellis said, closing her locker and offering him her hand. “Come on, we’re late for rounds.”

“You’re late for rounds,” he said, but accepted the hand up. “I’m the senior attending tonight, God help you all.”

It was Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, statistically the quietest night of an ED’s typical week, and sure enough the board was only moderately disgusting when they came out to hand off with days. 

“Don’t say I never did nothin’ for you,” Dana said with a broad wink, giving Jack a peck on the cheek as she grabbed her keys from the desk. "Welcome back, handsome."

"Good to be back, gorgeous," he replied as she swatted him on the arm. He caught Ellis’s glare and spread his hands, what? Like it was his fault Ellis had gone and fallen in love with a straight woman.

“No, see, I haven’t fallen in love with a straight woman,” Ellis protested later, after they'd finished hand off and Jack had fobbed all the new kids off on some scrapes and the first foreign-object-up-rectum of the evening. Which left him with Ellis, who was also annoying, but he’d gotten used to her over the past two years. The new intern — who’d mentioned her son four times in the first forty-five minutes — and the second-year floater coming in from days — who’d already asked Jack if he knew how best to access hospital archives in order to study patient outcomes for a paper she wanted to write — were both so earnest Jack just knew he was going to end up hating them both.

“Aw, really?” Ellis said, grabbing the clipboard for North 17 — found comatose in the river two nights ago, some neurological damage likely but still breathing on his own, still no positive ID, still no change from last night. “I was hoping you’d like the cut of McKay’s jib.” She waggled her eyebrows.

“McKay — the bangs?” he said, miming scissors across his forehead.

Ellis rolled her eyes. “Yeah. The bangs, and nice smile, and the plucky attitude. She’s cute.”

“She’s an intern.”

“Like that’s ever stopped you before.”

Jack bit back a smile. “It has, in fact, stopped me before. I think what you mean is it hasn’t stopped Robby before, which I will allow. We really haven’t gotten anything back about who this guy is?”

Ellis shook her head, snapping on gloves so she could check John Doe’s pupil response. “Still reactive, just not waking up. But hey, maybe tonight’s the night.”

“Maybe,” Jack said. The guy was young, mid-twenties. Somebody had to be looking for him.

He followed Ellis out into the hallway. “Listen, even Robby didn’t ever date an intern. Collins,” he added as Ellis opened her mouth, “was in second year when they started dating.”

“Yeah, maybe when they started dating,” Ellis muttered.

“Personally, I don’t know what anybody’s thinking, dating someone from here,” Jack said. “You’re all freaks of nature who thrive on stress and adrenaline.”

“You listen to the police scanner on your days off,” Ellis observed, which was fair enough. “Criticizing the circus is pretty rich, coming from the ringleader.”

“Yeah, but I never fuck the monkeys.”

“That’s because—” Ellis paused and gave him a look. It was one he’d learned to live with the past three years: the expression of someone who was not sure how far they could go, if today would be the day Jack would be okay talking about Leslie or if it was a day where he’d shut down for the rest of the shift at the mere mention of her name. He can’t exactly blame them; for most of the first two years he never knew himself.

So he smiled and shrugged and gave Ellis an out. “Because I look at the messes you guys get yourselves in and I think, ‘no, actually, going home and listening to the police scanner is a better idea than having a tryst with someone from Neuro.’”

“A lobotomy is a better idea than having a tryst with someone from Neuro,” Ellis said. “Literally anything would be a better idea than having a tryst with someone from Neuro.”

“Didn’t stop Shen from getting together with, fuck, what’s her name—”

“Barreras,” said Terri as she went past. “That’s off again, by the way.”

Ellis grabbed the chart for their next room and made the slow/caution sign with her hand, frowning as she read. He could tell just from the way her eyebrows drew together what they were going to find on the other side of the door.

“Okay, this is Kayla Hourlis, 17, and her mom Isabelle,” said Ellis in a low, calm voice as she presented, and Jack made sure he kept his expression completely neutral while he listened to just what had brought Kayla Hourlis into the Pitt tonight. He and Ellis treated her quietly and carefully, explaining everything they were doing for her and her wide-eyed mother, the two of them holding hands so tightly Jack was afraid they’d break each other’s wrists. Though it wouldn’t be the worst injury either of them had, not by a long shot.

After, he and Ellis leaned on the partition outside the doors and didn’t talk for a minute or so. It wasn’t something Jack had missed, on vacation out in New Mexico. This feeling, like you’d disappear down the hole in your own stomach.

“What did you mean before?” he asked.

“Before what,” Ellis said, turning to look at him. Her eyes were only a little bit red, but too bright. Jack leaned further over the partition to grab the tissues tucked in the corner, and handed one to her. “Thanks.”

“Before, when you said you hadn’t fallen in love with a straight woman,” Jack said, clearing out the catch in the back of his throat. They’d be able to help Kayla and her mom, that was the important thing. They’d gotten to her before it was worse than this. He cleared his throat again and focused on Ellis. “Pretty sure Dana’s straight, I’m sorry to tell you.”

“First off, you’re not sorry at all, and your oppression of the queer community will not go unaddressed,” she said, ticking off the point on her hand. A little bit manic, but so was he, probably — less than an hour back and he was already seeing things worse than he had in Afghanistan. “Secondly, I’m not in love with Dana anymore. I’ve sworn off.”

“Isn’t this usually a New Year’s thing for you?” Jack asked, nodding at Jesse over by Chairs, who was making the can you be a scary doctor man for a minute face. “It’s only September.”

“Jewish New Year was last weekend,” Ellis countered, walking with him to Chairs where a big guy in a Steelers jersey was using one of the chairs as a toilet, more or less, in an attempt to express his displeasure at the wait. So that was the next twenty minutes of Jack’s life.

“Was the swearing-off your idea, or is this some hospital-wide Lysistrata?” Jack asked her later, sometime after midnight lunch and three different eyeball stabbing incidents. “Robby said him and Collins are splitting up. Shen and his PT soulmate are splitting up. Do I have you to thank for the two of them crying on my couch for the next month?”

Ellis laughed, though she quieted down as they came back into North 17 — still no improvement or deterioration, or name. “Listen, I don’t know what Shen did, he’s been on days, but Robby and Heather splitting up is all on Robby.”

“Yeah, that checks out.”

“Although me and her did decide this year was the year of no more white milfs,” Ellis added with a sad sigh. “They’re bad for us.”

“Only milfs of color, got it,” Jack said as he squinted at the John Doe’s display. “Or I guess, mocilfs? Mothers of Color I’d Like To — how does the dangling modifier work for that?” The guy’s BP was still weirdly high, but everything else pointed directly to overdose, do not pass Go do not collect $200. Then he listened to the conversation that was happening. “Wait, how does Robby count as a milf?”

“Hey, hey, don’t be gender essentialist,” Ellis said, holding her finger up in warning. “I know you had to take that sensitivity class twice, Jackie—”

“I only fell asleep the first time because you’d gotten food poisoning at PRIDEburgh.” Jack wondered if he could swap Ellis in for one of the new kids for a while. He’d have to think of a better reason than Ellis is picking on me and she will pick on you too, so you’d better get used to it. “So I had to come in and cover your shift the night before and—”

“—and you know that ‘milf’ is a gender-neutral term denoting—"

“—okay first of all, no, there are such things as ‘dilfs’—”

“That’s a completely different category,” Ellis said, her expression as outraged as if he’d argued about intubation with her (again). “You cannot seriously be suggesting that Robby is a dilf.”

Jack was actually seriously suggesting that Robby wasn’t a parent full stop, and thus could not fulfill the basic requirements of ilfdom, but then a guy came in with a pen through his ballsack and they had to hold up the rest of the conversation for a couple hours.

[ang3lmoans]

Angel’s chest ached in a way he didn’t quite expect it to. Not from pain, not from anger—but from the raw, unfiltered vulnerability Garam had just handed him. There was no mask, no seduction, no performance. Just *him*. All of him—afraid, uncertain, clinging tightly to the idea that he could lose what they had just because someone else might try and take it. And Angel knew that fear. God, *he knew it*—how it lived under the skin like a second pulse, whispering that nothing good ever stays, that love was conditional, that one misstep and the people you care about would find better. He stayed quiet for a moment after Garam finished speaking, letting it all settle. Letting Garam *see* that he wasn’t running from those words, or pulling away from the messiness of it. No, he was still here and he wasn’t going anywhere. Then, Angel gently touched Garam’s face, thumbs brushing lightly against the flushed heat of his cheeks. His eyes flicked toward the tear he hadn’t missed, even if Garam had wiped it away quickly, as if ashamed to let it show. “You don’t have to apologize for being scared,” Angel said, low and steady. “That kind of honesty? That takes more strength than anything else. You’re not weak for feeling this way. And you’re not *too much*.” He leaned in and kissed Garam’s forehead, slow and deliberate, letting his lips linger there like he could press reassurance into his skin. He loved this side of Garam, taking accountability and being honest with him. This was all Angel ever wanted from any partner or whatever limbo they were in right now. “I hear you. About Darius. About all of it.” His voice remained soft, but there was a firm edge of conviction behind it now. “You’re not asking too much. I’ll talk to him. Set boundaries. If you’re uncomfortable with us being alone, then that’s something I respect.” He pulled back just enough to meet Garam’s gaze again, brushing a hand gently through his hair like it calmed *him* as much as it soothed Garam. “And no one,” Angel continued, voice tight with emotion, “*no one* gets to tell me you’re not good enough for me. Not Darius, not anyone. Because I know you. I know your heart. And yeah, you’ve got some fears—but so do I. And I *still choose you.*” His hand lowered to clasp Garam’s again, fingers curling around his with warm certainty. “You’re mine. And I’m yours. That’s not changing because someone else wishes it could.” There was a pause—just long enough for the words to sink in—before Angel offered the smallest, most tender smile.“And when we do have our first time,” he added, lips curving with a hint of that usual charm, “it’s gonna be somewhere that *feels* like ours. Not rushed, not messy. Just us. All of us.”Then, a beat. The three-letter words hung on his tongue but he swallowed them away, not yet. Not like this. “Let’s quickly pick out some basics for you and buy that sweater. Then run over to grab the camera and go home. I’m going to cook us a great dinner and we can work together to get your room together. As much as I would love for you to stay in my room forever you will want space eventually” Angel grinned pecking the man’s cheek as he unlatched the dressing room door. As pent-up as he was Angel couldn’t wait to get home where he could poke at Garam a little to have a repeat of the morning. But for now they still had things to do.

garam eyes closed when their foreheads met, exhaling the weight of his emotions away. as much as he wanted something to happen in that dressing room, garam also didn't want their first time having penetrative sex to happen in a dressing room. he wanted it to take place somewhere they could make meaningful, where they didn't have to rush or keep quiet so they weren't caught. he wanted that first time to take place somewhere private and safe, where they could react to each other's every movement, every word, without any kind of fear or sense of urgency. as desperately as he did want angel, the desire to give that first time importance was simply too strong. that didn't quite the voice in his head and his heart and, frankly, his dick telling him to give himself to angel with every word of kindness, flattery, and reassurance. as the pressure to please seemed to lift away from him, it was quickly replaced by the weight of guilt. he knew the negative effect his insecurities had on angel, he could see how angel was going to blame himself as if something he was doing or had done was the trigger to those feelings. but, even though angel was involved with garam's insecurities, he wasn't the cause of them. it was entirely his own problem to bare. garam was acted fast; his hands lifting to cradle both of angel's cheeks, using his gentle grasp to make angel look at him again. "you're not doing anything wrong, you're doing everything right, actually. it isn't you, it's me—fuck, that sounds so cliché but it's true," he let his hands fall down to momentarily rest on angel's before dropping down to his sides, "i am scared and i am insecure, that's my issue... not yours. i am scared that someone will take you from me," not even in a romantic or physical sense, he was afraid of losing his position in angel's life. he was afraid of their friendship, their connection diminishing because somebody else entered his life. "and i really want to tell you not to stop seeing darius, not because i don't trust you but because i don't trust him. he has feelings for you and you are still available so of course he'll think you're fair game but you're not. you are spoken for... you're mine," he claimed, feeling his eyes suddenly start to sting and well up. he didn't want to start crying but the guilt he felt was so strong, taking out his insecurities on angel when the root of a majority of his issues had nothing to do with the other. it was other people making him feel on edge, like he was an inch away from losing everything he loved. "and i'm yours," he continued, a single tear beginning to roll down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away, "even if you don't initiate something, he might and that's what i'm afraid of. he obviously doesn't like me, what if he still tries convincing you that i'm not good enough for you or that you could do better," both things garam already thought, "i know i can't stop you from seeing him, you work together and you are friends and i'm not that controlling. but maybe it's okay to ask that you two aren't alone together, at least not alone for very long? it'd make me more comfortable knowing he wouldn't have a chance to hit on you." because, in his mind, as it's something he'd typically follow himself, not openly flirting in a setting deemed too public or inappropriate, darius wouldn't make a pass at angel if other people were around. "if that's not okay, i understand." his voice neared a whisper, as if he didn't want even angel to hear.

[sturniololuvz]

Could you do one where reader had a cryptic pregnancy and she had stomach aches all day like bad so she went to the hospital with Matt/chris and she had a whole baby get creative

okay!!!

“Guess What, It’s a Baby”

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You’d had stomachaches before. Cramps, food poisoning, stress—it wasn’t new. But today felt different. Like your organs were in an argument and your spine was the battlefield.

You curled up on the couch, groaning into a pillow as Chris walked into the apartment holding two smoothies and a bag of chips. He stopped mid-step.

“Uh… babe? You good?”

“I think my stomach’s trying to murder me,” you groaned. “Like not regular cramps. Like call-the-ER-but-don’t-because-it’s-probably-nothing vibes.”

Chris dropped everything and sat beside you, brows furrowed. “Did you eat something weird? You didn’t eat those leftover tacos, right?”

“No, I didn’t eat anything. I swear it feels like something’s ripping inside me. I don’t know, it’s bad, Chris.”

Within minutes, you were in the passenger seat of his car, gripping your stomach, while Chris sped toward the ER.

“I don’t care if it’s gas or the apocalypse,” he said, glancing over at you. “You don’t look okay. I’m not risking this.”

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At the hospital

You were clutching your side, half-sweating, half-shaking, when the nurse asked:

“Any chance you could be pregnant?”

Chris literally laughed out loud. “No, definitely not.”

“I’m on birth control,” you added, breathless. “I get my period.”

But the nurse still gave you that look. “Let’s just do an ultrasound to be safe.”

You and Chris exchanged the most unhinged glance.

“I swear if I’m pregnant right now,” you whispered, “I’m suing someone.”

Five minutes later, the ultrasound tech stared at the screen.

Then she turned it toward you and said calmly:

“Congratulations… you’re in active labor.”

Chris’s eyes bugged out. “WHAT?!”

“I’m WHAT?!” you shrieked. “No—I have no bump! I still fit in my jeans! I thought this was, like, gas or a kidney stone!”

“Nope,” she said cheerfully. “That’s a head. You’re going to have a baby today.”

Chris stood frozen, mouth open. “Bro. What the f—”

“CHRIS! Focus!”

“Right! Okay! Right, I’m focused. There’s a baby. There’s a baby?? There’s a baby!”

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Delivery Room – 30 Minutes Later

“I am so confused,” you cried, gripping the sides of the bed as contractions rolled through you. “I didn’t even get cravings! I didn’t nest! I haven’t even watched one parenting video on TikTok!”

Chris held your hand and kissed your forehead. “It’s okay. You didn’t know. I didn’t know. Apparently no one knew. But we’re here now. And I’m right here with you, okay?”

“Are you gonna pass out?”

“Maybe. But not until you do first.”

You gave a shaky laugh through the pain. “That’s not comforting.”

But Chris didn’t let go of you for a second.

⸻

One push, one scream, one very emotional Chris later…

A cry filled the room. A tiny, real, life-changing cry.

A nurse wrapped the baby and placed them in your arms. You blinked in disbelief.

Chris stared at the tiny bundle like he was seeing a sunrise for the first time. “No way. No way.”

You looked at him, dazed. “I just had a whole-ass baby. Without knowing.”

He wiped tears off his cheeks, laughing through them. “We’re idiots. But you—holy shit, you’re incredible.”

You looked down at the baby. “Hi. Um. Sorry for not knowing you existed for nine months.”

The nurse smiled. “That’s a cryptic pregnancy for you.”

Chris leaned over and whispered, “Guess what… it’s a baby.”

You looked at him, exhausted and in shock. “We’re gonna need diapers.”

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Later That Night

Chris’s Instagram Story:

picture of him holding the baby with the caption:

“Showed up at the hospital thinking she had bad cramps. Left with a daughter. No, I’m not kidding. Yes, she’s perfect.”

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[absdollievu]

Just one more rep

gymrat!abby x reader

At first, it was just you, your playlist, and a stubborn streak of motivation.

The gym had become a second home—late-night sessions, early mornings, sweating out stress and the weight of the world. You weren’t trying to impress anyone. You just wanted to get stronger. To feel good in your skin. But then she started showing up.

Abby Anderson.

You noticed her the first day she walked in—tall, broad, muscle carved like art under a gray tank top and loose joggers. She had that kind of presence that filled a room, even one full of grunting lifters and clanking weights. She didn’t smile much. She was focused. Serious.

Intimidating as hell.

You didn’t expect her to notice you. Why would she? She moved like she owned the gym, headphones in, sleeves cut high to show off her arms. You figured you were just background noise.

Until you caught her looking.

The first time it happened, you thought you imagined it. She was mid-set on the chest press, and your eyes met in the mirror—just for a second. A flicker of curiosity in her gaze. Then she looked away.

But the next day? It happened again. And again after that.

She started choosing machines near yours. Not always, not obviously. But enough to notice.

You’d be on the lat pulldown, and suddenly she’d be at the seated row behind you. Stretching just a little longer than necessary. Sneaking glances in the mirror when she thought you weren’t looking. And when you switched machines? Sometimes, so did she.

You told yourself not to read into it. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was something.

Then came the little things.

One day, she offered you a sanitizing wipe after you realized the dispenser was empty.

“Here,” she said, voice low and rough, like she didn’t use it much outside of counting reps. “Got extras.”

Another time, she handed you a weight plate before you could ask.

“You were eyeing it,” she said with a shrug, lips twitching into the ghost of a smile.

You started to look forward to seeing her. Maybe more than you should’ve.

The glances became longer. Her workouts always seemed to sync up with yours. Some nights, you’d leave at the same time, trailing a few steps behind, never quite together—just close enough to feel it.

The tension built like a loaded barbell—slow, steady, undeniable.

Then, one Thursday night, everything shifted.

You’d just finished your workout, sweat still clinging to your skin as you stepped into the locker room. The gym was quiet, late. You peeled off your tank top, wiping down your arms, when you heard the door swing open.

Abby walked in.

Hair pulled back, hoodie slung over one shoulder, a duffel bag hanging from her hand. She didn’t say anything at first—just looked at you.

Not a glance this time. A look.

The kind that landed heavy, like gravity changed when she was near.

“You’ve been killing it lately,” she said finally, breaking the silence.

You blinked. “You… noticed?”

Her mouth curved slightly. “Hard not to.”

There was a pause, thick with possibility.

“I don’t usually do this,” she said, stepping closer, her voice softer now. “But I was wondering if you wanted a gym partner.”

Your heart skipped. “You mean…us?”

She shrugged, feigning casual. “You’ve got drive. Good form. You’re consistent. I could help you push further.”

She hesitated for a moment, then added, “And… I’d like to spend more time with you.”

That part hit harder than any set you’d done tonight.

You smiled, nerves buzzing. “Give me your number, then. So we can, y’know, coordinate workouts.”

She handed you her phone without hesitation, watching as you typed it in.

From that day on, Abby became your spotter, your coach, your reason to show up even on the days you felt like skipping. She corrected your form with hands that lingered just a little too long. She’d whisper encouragement that sent shivers down your spine.

You weren’t just getting stronger.

You were falling—slowly, steadily—into something you hadn’t planned for.

And judging by the way she looked at you, maybe she wanted more than just helping you get stronger

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Part 2??

[pjmxtra]

perfect in my eyes‧₊˚ ⋅

paring: 니키 x fmr

warning: smut, angst, & fluff | bullying by the other members, itty bitty committee, p in v, reader is thin and described as small (if that makes you uncomfortable pls block me!)

an: another request by my fav anon!! Ily like sm you make my creative juices flow (´ε｀ )♡ I cried while writing it so pls enjoy!!

You padded down the hallway in one of Niki’s shirts, the hem nearly brushing your knees. It swallowed your frame completely—soft fabric drowning your shoulders, sleeves hanging past your fingertips. Only your bare legs peeked out beneath it, small and pale against the oversized tee. The dorm was quiet aside from the occasional rustle of movement and low chatter from the living room. You shuffled into the kitchen, retrieving snacks with quiet precision before heading back.

The guys were draped across the couches, voices low with whatever conversation they’d been having—until they saw you..

Jake snorted. “Whoa. That shirt’s practically a dress on you.”

You paused mid-step, hands full of snacks, blinking toward them. “It’s like you just came out of the laundry hamper with the shirt still wrapped around you,” Sunoo joked, laughing softly.

“I could fold you up in it and still have room to spare,” Jake added, his tone light, teasing—but you still felt your stomach drop.

Jay tilted his head from where he lounged against the cushions. “Seriously, where are your limbs? You look like a floating head with legs.”

Your grip tightened around the bag of chips. You tried to smile, tried to brush it off with a small shrug. “I like it. It’s comfortable…”

“Comfortable?” Jake laughed again. “It’s practically eating you alive.”

“Yeah,” Jay chimed in, smirking. “You gotta put some meat on those bones or the wind’s gonna blow you away.”

The words stung sharper than they probably meant them to. You felt exposed. Your body, already something you’d been quietly insecure about, now felt like a spotlight had been thrown on it. You shifted on your feet, suddenly wishing the floor would open up and let you vanish back into Niki’s room without another word.

You lowered your head, eyes fixed on the snack bag, heart thudding. You hated that they’d noticed. Hated that your body never looked the way others expected it to. You weren’t curvy, soft, or womanly in the way you assumed Niki’s bandmates preferred.

Your silence must have lingered too long, because then— “Hey,” a voice behind you said, low and firm. “Let’s stop with the jokes, Hyung.”

You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Niki’s voice was deep, calm, a grounding presence that wrapped around your spine and steadied your breath. He appeared beside you a moment later, his large hand sliding around your waist effortlessly, his fingers nearly touching in front as he held you close to his towering frame.

Jake gave a nervous chuckle. “It was just a joke—she’s tiny. It’s not a bad thing.”

“Yeah, we didn’t mean anything by it,” Sunoo offered quickly.

“She’s just small, and you’re… well, you know…” Jay trailed off, trying to smile.

Niki didn’t look at them. His voice was low, cool. “You guys are pathetic.”

Then, without another glance at the others, he guided you away—back into the safety of his room, shutting the door behind you with a thud that seemed to mark the end of the conversation.

You sat at the edge of the bed, quiet. His shirt swallowed you even more when you hunched your shoulders. You picked at the hem, lost in your thoughts. Were they right? Did he secretly wish you were different? Softer, curvier—less… fragile?

“Kii,” you whispered, your voice barely there.

He stood at the door, back straight, eyes unreadable.

“Hm?”

You hesitated, then breathed out your doubt like it stung. “Do you think… I should change?”

He blinked, confused at first. Then—his expression tightened. “Are you serious?” he asked, crossing the room in three long strides. You didn’t answer, but the way your eyes shimmered said enough. Your lips trembled. You looked breakable—and it made his chest twist in frustration.

He knelt in front of you, gently pulling your small hands into his much larger ones. He pressed soft kisses to your knuckles, each one slow and steady. Then, looking up, he said, “You’re my girl. My beautiful girl. You don’t have to change for anyone—not even me. I love you.”

Your breath hitched. Niki stood and eased you into the bed like you weighed nothing. You clung to the warmth of his words, wanting to sink into them completely.

He leaned down, brushing a kiss to your forehead. “I have no problem showing you what I see when I look at you." Your heart stuttered. How could he say things like that? So easily, so surely?

Your hands reached up to him, brushing his hair back. “Show me,” you whispered against his lips, barely audible. “Please.”

His lips captured yours in a kiss as gentle as it was grounding. His hands traveled your body—slow, firm, claiming. His knee slipped between your thighs, spreading them apart like it was second nature. His mouth trailed from your lips to your neck, marking you softly but deliberately.

The shirt came off. Your shorts followed. Left in nothing but a lace set that looked like it belonged on a doll, your arms instinctively came up to shield yourself.

Niki’s hands slid over yours, pulling them away. “No, baby,” he murmured, eyes dark and soft. “Let me see my girl.”

You dropped your arms, heart pounding. His eyes roamed your body like you were art, a reverence in his gaze that made you want to cry. “So fucking pretty,” he breathed, cheeks tinted pink.

He sat you up, unclasping your bra with ease and tossing it aside. His palms covered your breasts, so much larger than you they completely hid you from view. You whimpered at the contact, already sensitive.

He grinned, leaning in to close his lips around a nipple, licking and sucking as his free hand squeezed the other. Your breath hitched and your hand curled into his hair, tugging gently. He pulled back with a pop, staring at the glisten he left behind.

He gathered you in his arms, lifting you effortlessly and settling you in his lap. His hands held your tiny frame like you were precious—and his to worship.

His hands explored your body with a reverence that made your breath catch in your throat. There was no hesitation in his touch—no flicker of doubt, no holding back.

His hands roamed the dips and bones of your form like they were familiar territory, but still sacred. With every graze, every stroke of his fingertips, he was learning you again—reminding you that he saw beauty in every line and angle.

His body eclipsed yours completely, long limbs bracketing you on either side as he hovered above, and when he settled down, pressing his chest against yours, it was like being wrapped in a weighted blanket of warmth and muscle and protection.

Niki’s lips moved to your collarbone, mouthing the fragile ridges he found there. “So delicate,” he whispered between kisses, voice thick with something between awe and frustration. “I don’t understand how anyone could say anything about this body except how perfect it is.”

You whimpered as his tongue flicked out to taste your skin, hot and wet against the sensitive spots only he seemed to know. His hands slid down your sides, fingers curling around your tiny waist, spanning it like it was nothing in his grasp. He could probably lift you with one arm if he wanted to—and the thought sent a shiver down your spine.

“I can hold all of you like this,” he murmured, voice gravelly against your ear, his breath hot. “You’re so small I could keep you in my lap forever. Would you like that, baby?”

You nodded, unable to speak, your face buried in his shoulder as your hands clung to the fabric still stretched over his broad back. He sat up with you easily, guiding you to straddle his thighs as he rested back against the headboard. Your knees barely reached the edge of the bed beside him. His hands cradled your hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles into your skin, soothing and possessive.

The lace underwear remained, the last barrier between you and him. He looked down at you, at your exposed chest, at the curve of your ribs, the way your bones created gentle shadows beneath your skin. “You’re art,” he said quietly, running a hand up your spine until you arched into him like instinct. “Not everyone can see it, but I do.”

Then, he leaned in, and his lips wrapped around the other breast, tongue swirling slow circles around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. You gasped, hips jerking forward into his abdomen. You were so sensitive—so reactive—and he loved every second of it.

You let your head fall back, lips parted, breath coming out in soft, needy gasps. He pulled away only to trail his mouth down your torso, kissing down your ribs, each press of his lips purposeful. He made sure not to skip a single inch of you.

When he reached the waistband of your panties, he looked at you—eyes dark but soft, searching your expression. “Can I?” he asked, his fingers already hooked gently into the lace.

You nodded slowly, heart hammering. “Please…”

He slid them down slowly, savoring the moment like he was unwrapping something fragile and rare. His eyes stayed on you the whole time, making you feel more seen than you ever had in your life. When the last scrap of fabric was gone, he leaned back to take you in fully.

“Fuck…” he exhaled, hand ghosting over your hipbone. “You’re unreal. I didn’t know something this beautiful could fit in my hands.”

His fingers curled deep inside you, slow and deliberate, each stroke drawing a louder moan from your lips. You were soaked—your body clinging to him so tightly, slick and warm, trembling in his lap. Niki groaned low, watching your thighs twitch around his hand.

“You’re fucking soaked, baby,” he breathed, fingers working deeper, his palm grinding against your clit just right. “And all of it’s for me. Just me.”

You were barely holding on, jaw slack, head tilted back. You weren’t hiding the sounds anymore—couldn’t if you tried. Each thrust of his fingers pulled raw, high-pitched moans from your throat, and it only seemed to make him more possessive.

“You’re such a loud little thing now, huh?” he muttered, his tone dark with pride. “What happened to my shy girl?”

You whimpered, hips jerking into his hand, your fingers clawing at his shoulders.

His fingers slid from your core, slick and glistening, and he watched the way your thighs trembled, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean slowly, eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re so sweet,” he murmured, voice husky. “I could taste you for hours.”

Heat bloomed across your chest, but before you could respond, he gently cupped your waist and guided you to shift. There was no urgency, just warmth and care in his touch as he helped you climb into his lap, your knees bracketing his hips. You were trembling, both from what you’d already felt and what you knew was coming.

“You okay?” he asked, hands resting soft and sure on your hips, thumbs brushing circles into your skin.

You nodded, cheeks flushed, your tiny frame looking even smaller straddling his tall, broad figure. “Yeah… I just…”

His hands moved to cradle your face, tilting it up so you’d look at him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly. “You don’t have to be anything else. I love you just like this.”

Your throat tightened, and before you could say anything, he leaned in and kissed you—slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that made your toes curl. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, breath mingling with yours.

“I want you to take me, just like this,” he whispered. “I want to feel you.”

You bit your lip and reached between you, fingers trembling as you guided him to your entrance. He hissed softly when he felt your heat, his hands never leaving your waist.

And then, slowly—gently—you sank down onto him.

Your mouth parted in a breathy moan as he stretched you open inch by inch. You could feel every part of him, thick and warm and deep inside you. You clung to his shoulders, head falling against his as you tried to catch your breath.

“Shh,” he whispered, hands sliding up your back. “You’re doing so good, baby. You feel like heaven.”

You whimpered softly, voice catching. “It’s so much…”

“I know,” he murmured, brushing your hair back. “But you’re perfect. You’re taking me so well. Just go slow.”

You moved slowly on his lap, hips rolling as you took him deeper with each breath. Niki’s hands never stopped moving—tracing your spine, your waist, brushing over the soft skin of your thighs like he was memorizing every inch of you. His thumbs caressed the dips of your hips like they were his favorite place on earth.

You rested your forehead against his, your small frame trembling with the effort, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter—supporting your weight as you moved.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he murmured, voice thick with awe. “Just let me feel you. Let me love you.”

He took over the rhythm, fucking up into you gently while holding you against him. Every roll of his hips was smooth and unhurried, dragging a soft moan from your throat. The way he filled you—so completely—made you ache in the sweetest way.

Niki’s lips found your neck, pressing kisses there as your hands threaded into his hair. His tongue traced along your pulse point, then lower—his mouth open, warm, leaving soft marks along your collarbone.

Your legs tightened around him, trying to pull him closer even though there was no space left between your bodies. You buried your face in his neck, your gasps louder now—needy and open, every sound echoing off the walls.

And he wanted them to echo.

“Let them hear,” he said, voice rough with desire. “Let them know how good I take care of you. How good you feel when you’re mine.”

He kissed you again, slow and deep, swallowing your moans as he kept moving. His hands slid up your back, curling around your ribs, his fingertips reverent as they explored the curves of your small body. You were everything to him—he couldn’t stop telling you, couldn’t stop showing you.

You gasped as he shifted slightly, the angle hitting that spot inside you just right, your nails digging gently into his skin. His hands came up to cradle your face again, kissing you through every sound you made, soaking up every part of you like he couldn’t get enough.

You felt the pleasure build slowly, beautifully, your body growing tighter around him as your movements grew sloppier, more desperate.

“I’m close,” you whispered, breathless.

“I know, baby. I feel it—let go for me.”

With one deep thrust and a soft cry, you unraveled, clinging to him as your body pulsed around his. Niki held you close, whispering soft praises against your lips.

He chased his own release only after yours had quieted, thrusting up into you with slow, deep rolls, his mouth open against your shoulder.

“Inside you,” he whispered. “I want to finish inside you.”

You nodded, whispering his name, and seconds later he groaned low and deep, spilling into you with a trembling breath. He held you there, buried in your warmth, his body shaking gently from the intensity.

Neither of you moved for a while.

Your head stayed nestled in the curve of his neck, his arms cradling you with quiet reverence. The world outside the room faded—just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.

Gently, he lifted you in his arms and shifted onto the bed, still holding you close as he eased both of you under the blankets. He cleaned you up with careful, tender hands, kissing your thighs, your wrists, your chest—anywhere that had been marked by your love.

You lay against him, tucked into his side under the sheets, still wearing the hoodie he slipped over your head—his scent wrapped around you like the warmth of his arms. Your body was sore in the best ways, skin flushed, lips swollen, and yet your heart was heavier than you thought it would be.

He felt it—knew it, even before you said anything. His hand traced idle patterns on your thigh, fingers brushing over your skin with reverence.

“Talk to me,” he murmured into your hair. You hesitated, pressing your face into his chest. “I just… I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this. Like… someone could want me like this. Like this body is enough.”

Niki leaned back just enough to look at you, his brows drawn, lips parted like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. One of his hands moved down, cupping your thigh, holding it in his palm like it was something delicate and sacred.

“Don’t ever say that again,” he said, low and steady. “You have no idea what it does to me—seeing you like this, knowing you are mine.”

He sat up, pulling you with him gently until you were straddling his lap again. This time it wasn’t frantic or rough—it was slow and quiet, his eyes burning into yours with nothing but awe.

“You’re perfect,” he said, fingers running over your waist, where his hands nearly wrapped around your entire frame. “Your hips… the way they fit in my hands—it drives me insane.”

He let his palms slide up, thumbs brushing over your ribs. “You don’t even realize what it does to me, do you? Every time I see you in my clothes—bare legs out, drowning in my shirt—it’s all I can think about.”

Your breath caught, his words soaking into your skin deeper than any touch.

He tilted your chin up with two fingers. “You’re not ‘too small.’ You’re mine. Every inch of you—from these soft thighs…” his hands squeezed them gently, “to this little waist…” he dragged his palms up your sides again, slower this time, making you shiver, “to these gorgeous tits—” his thumbs brushed over them through the hoodie, making your breath hitch.

“I love your body,” he said, like it was the most obvious truth in the world. “I love how I can lift you, move you. How your whole body reacts when I touch you. And how you feel—wrapped around me, so tight and perfect…”

He leaned in, brushing his lips over yours. “I wouldn’t change a single thing.”

You stared at him, barely breathing, your heart clenching in your chest. He meant it. Every word.

“ki…” you whispered, voice breaking.

His lips touched your forehead. “You’re everything I want. Exactly as you are. I’ll keep showing you that until you believe it.”

And he did.

He kissed you again, soft and slow, and let his hands explore your body like he was memorizing it all over again—every dip, every bone, every shiver. His touches were gentler now but no less intense. Worshipful. Patient.

He didn’t need to prove anything—not anymore. You were already his. And he was going to make sure you never forgot how deeply he adored every inch of you.

[defuckingthrone-dot-com]

Hi! So I’ve been into shy nerdy Noah lately. Can you please write a one shot about Noah who’s really shy and geeky like he’s never had any womanly contact before, but turn it into a smut

Nerdy Noah you say? I got you! (And I'm sorry this took entirely too long to post) I hope you like it!

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Noah had spent most of his life mastering playing video games but zero-time mastering women.

For being a tall boy that was heavily tattooed much less the singer of a very prominent hardcore band you would guess that what you couldn't see from his twitch streams how he adorns the other side of the wall with comic book and action figures

But that started to change after he met you. his neighbor.

You had both crossed paths once or twice, just casual good morning or good afternoons, but nothing more.

So, he was just as surprised when one day you knocked on his door.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm having trouble setting up my new tv on the wall, and I'm embarrassed to say that I didn't know who to call, I'm new here" you take a deep breath, "oh god I'm rambling. So would you be able to help me?"

There was no denying you thought he was handsome and the thought of having to ask for his help made you nervous but here you were.

"Yeah... yes. of course, no problem i will help you." he said a bit shy which was something you didn't expect all

Of course, you knew zero to nothing about it except for the fact that he lived next door to you.

With a smile you signaled him to follow you into your home. you showed him the living room where you had already unboxed the tv.

"Thank you once again for helping me, I don't know what I'm doing with this sort of thing," you said and gave him a sheepish smile.

All he could do was nod. You quickly realized that maybe he wasn't much of a talker as he got to work on setting up the tv on your wall.

You watched as he got to work and you tried to not ogle too much but something about him made your eyes be glued to him. His bright tattoos, his comically large hand. the way he focused on the task? you couldn't quite put your finger on it but there was something.

After about 40 minutes of you just staring at him while he worked, he finally finished.

"Uh, it's all done, tv is on the wall now, you can take a look" he said in quite possibly the smallest voice he could do. You find it a bit odd how he behaves. You would think that by the way he looks his confidence level would be out of this world, and he probably would have a line of girls waiting for his attention.

"It looks perfect thank you, i appreciate it so much, let me pay you for this, just let me grab m...." you started searching around for your wallet before he cut you off.

"Please don't. I don't. need to be paid.."

"Please? at least let me do something for you, i would feel horrible with you walking out of here and not getting nothing for your work"4

He just stared at you without saying anything.

The silence was making you a bit anxious, so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Your girlfriend must be very lucky to have you and be able to do things like this."

He chuckles so subtlety that you barely noticed "I don't have a girlfriend actually"

"No way, you're tall, handsome and tattooed" you say without thinking and watch as he begins to turn a bit red.

Your feet started moving involuntarily towards him and in a matter of seconds you were standing in front of him.

Once again, he stayed silent just looking down at you with the softest bobba eyes you had ever seen.

You don't know what came over you but you grabbed his hand and felt the smallest twitch from him.

"You seem nervous, are you okay?"

"No... I mean yes... i mean, I've just never really been with this close to a girl before" he says with a nervous laugh

" How close?" Now you're intrigued.

"Like this" he looks down at your hand grabbing his.

"Oh" you say but don't make even the slightest attempt to move your hand. The little devil on your shoulder whispered into your ear to make a proposition that even you wouldn't dare say out loud but something came over you that you couldn't resist. "Okay you haven been close or touched by another woman?" you make a small pause not really expecting an answer. "Do you want to change that? I could help you out if you would like"

You could see the wheels turning inside his hand and before he could turn you down you started speaking again

“Ok I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.. i don't know what came over me” you nervously laugh

“Yes i want you to help me” he blurted out before you could continue

“You do? Okay yes i can do that” you guided him over to the sofa where you had him sit down and without a second thought you straddled him. “Is this okay?” you wanted to make sure that he was okay

He nodded quickly. “Please tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable” he nodded once more.

You started to let your hand roam, first up his tattooed arms, next down over his clothed chest. He made no move so you decided to make the initiative and grab his hand to place it directly on your ass. 

“It's okay Noah, you can touch me too.” he nodded and with the smallest movement he squeezed on tenderly. 

Your left hand found the hem of his shirt and tugged on it. “Can I take this off?” you asked in your sweetest voice.

“ye.. yes…” 

You fisted the hem of the shirt in your hand and raised it to pull it over his hand once it was off you threw it to the floor behind you.

As you looked down at his chest you started to trace all the intricate ink adorn it. “I love your tattoos, they look so good on you”

“Thank you, i love getting tattooed, my best friend is a tattoo artist and he has done most of them, if you want one i could let him know..” 

You chuckled at his response.

“i'm sorry i tend to yap when im nervous.” he says apologetically

“Don't be, I think it's cute.” you said, leaning into him, lips just inches from his. 

Hands still roaming you decided that for now you would leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth and leave a trail down from mouth to his jaw, down his neck and moving down his chest. 

You were now down on your knees in between his legs looking up to him. without breaking contact you unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. You could feel the shivers he was getting. 

“Do you want me to stop Noah?” you asked once more to make sure he was really okay.

“¡No!” he blurted so fast. 

That's all you need to hear, you grabbed onto the waistband off his boxers and pulled it down to free his now throbbing cock. Pink at the tip and veins running down to the base,

This time you decided not to ask and moved your hand to touch it and with small up and down motions you started to stroke it. 

A smirk grew on your face as you saw Noah's eyes roll back.

“Does it feel good Noah? Do you want more?” 

“It feels so good oh god” he threw his head back “Please more”

You saw a few beads of precum on his tip and used it as lubrication to move up and down a bit faster. 

You moved your head down so your lips could meet the tip.You gave a quick lip while maintaining eye contact with.

“Will you be a good boy for me Noah? Will cum in my mouth?” Hearing yourself saying it outloud shocked you a bit , you never been like this with anyone else but the feeling of dominating Noah and teaching him new things had you on a high.

“Yes, I'll be a good boy! yes..” he said with heavy breathing.

With that you went to town. You grabbed his cock at the base and brought the tip up to your mouth again. You licked once, twice before you fully opened your mouth and put it in. You started slow at first, moving your head up and down and licking all around. 

As the minutes passed you started to set a faster pace, now going down past the tip and to the middle almost reaching the base. You moved your hand that was at the base in unison with your mouth and moved it along up and down. 

You can feel Noah starting to shake and if it wasn't for all of your senses being heighting you would have heard him saying he wouldn't last much longer.

With your free hand you gripped at his thigh which still had his pants midway. as you make sure now to reach the base of his cock with your mouth. One small gagging sound you were knowing hitting his pubic hair with your nose.

A few head bobs later you felt the string of cum hitting the back of your throat, slowing down the motion off your head you detached and made a swallow sound, your hand grabbing on to him once more to give him a few last strokes. 

“Wow, that was…incredible…” he said in his shy voice again “no women has ever touched me or like this” he said turning red again

You chuckled while whipping your mouth  and said “Yeah? Maybe i can help you out more often, we can make it into a few lessons” you finish with a wink

“I'd like that…yes!” he said without hesitation while buttoning his jeans again. 

[the-enhanced-project]

‎‧₊˚✧ Introduction ✧˚₊‧

Welcome to THE ENHANCED, a personal writing project that is a rewrite of a very, very old story I was working on a long time ago. I will probably never officially publish this, but I still wanted to get it out to the world somehow, so this blog came to be.

(The plot is really old so expect some cliches T-T)

I will be posting chapters (probably in parts) for your enjoyment. I do not have a definite release schedule yet, as I have to actually write it out first, but I will keep you guys updated as much as possible.

My plan right now is to write all of act 1 before I start posting so I can keep a semi-consistent schedule of publication, but that's open to change.

‎‧₊˚✧ About The Author ✧˚₊‧

Hiya!!! I'm Will, a queer, disabled teen author of (mostly) queer disabled characters :) I like to write what I know/can relate to.

You can find my main blog, where I post about the projects I actually plan on publishing, at @write-with-will !

I'm a minor (high school), so be safe when interacting with this blog and my main. I have no qualms against older people following along with this story though, especially since the characters are older. Just don't interact with me in ways a child shouldn't be interacted with and all will be well :).

Now that all that is out of the way, onto the story!!!

‎‧₊˚✧ Basic Info ✧˚₊‧

Status - writing!!!

POV - 3rd person

Tense - past

Genre - superhero fiction, urban fantasy

Tropes - found family, team as family, superheroes, superpowers, whump

Other - lgbt rep, poc rep, disability rep (all main characters)

Content warnings - this story includes references to past child abuse, alcohol (the main character works as a bartender), injuries that aren't in a ton of detail, death, past trauma, discrimination, violence, action, and lots and lots of angst

Themes - death, healing, family, platonic relationships, betrayal

‎‧₊˚✧ Synopsis ✧˚₊‧

Anya really, really hates lying to people. Which is weird, considering that when she's not suffering through getting a criminology degree, she has a part time job at the Pacific Northwest chapter of ERGO--an organization that protects and monitors people who were born....different.

The enhanced, they were dubbed, the handful of kids who were born around the world with any kind of 'enhancement'--from being exceptionally strong or fast to having wings. And just like anything new... it wasn't taken very well by the general population.

Anya's newest project should be fairly simple: check out college student Charlie, who they suspect to be enhanced, and to have some unfortunate connections that could be invaluable in the fight for acceptance and safety.

‎‧₊˚✧ Characters ✧˚₊‧

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-> Anya Henare

-> Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Barak

-> Adam Harding

-> Robyn Cardiff

-> Kyra Dexx

-> William ‘Liam’ Dexx

-> Alastair Dexx

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I kinda had this idea of different levels of being glitched

Cross: the final overwrite gave him back all the memories of his past iterations. I imagine his code has a lot of extra data now. Some of it are repeating code unneeded, others are drastic changes and clash with other parts of his code. I think he has one main code and all the other codes from past iterations is just backed up data saved to his soul he can access it but it’s separate from who he is now if that makes sense. He wouldn’t want it fixed though they were all him at some point.

Dust: I remember in Dusttale canon he didn’t originally remember the player changed him so he would remember. Anyone looking at his code wouldn’t find much a couple extra lines of code and one line of code changed from No to Yes (remember timelines). I don’t see him wanting it to change cause on some level he doesn’t want to forget he doesn’t deserve to just forget after everything he’s done.

Geno: His code wasn’t changed but it is different. Parts are missing so his body made new code to replace the missing parts. Some parts are a little scrambled around but don’t affect much. He’s fine with how he is it’s not all that different from who he was really. Fatal: His code has been butchered it’s still there just not the same anymore. Parts have been cleaved out in thin strips. A lot of it is scrambled around the missing parts aren’t making new code so he’s stuck with empty pockets of code in his being. He would want to be fixed to be who he was again he didn’t ask for this.

Error: His code looked like it was put in the blender shredded to tiny pieces all mixed up with a couple big chunks standing out then they poured it into the shape of a skeleton. He can’t miss what he doesn’t remember he doesn’t really care about his messed up code he knows he’s an error it doesn’t change his goals. Blueberror/Blooper: His codes been scrambled all around less then Error bigger chunks remain and it’s not completely shredded. He wants to be who he was before not the thing he is now is that too much to ask for.

Killer: Anyone looking at his code would’ve disturbed. Huge chunks of his original code are missing leaving behind crumbs of who he once was. Someone shoved in new code regardless of the size and then used more code to stitch the edges to stay connected. Parts are scrambled around, missing, added, some parts are even burned which didn’t even think could happen. There’s also the data attached to him so much it starts to black out the sky when looking at his code as they overlap into pure darkness. There’s more oddity but it would require looking deeper. You know what they say you stare into the abyss and the abyss stares back. He knows you’re looking at him and he doesn’t enjoy it. It’s complicated feelings on the matter of fixing himself because that is his goal but parts of himself don’t want to be fixed it doesn’t feel like it would be them anymore.

I imagine that code and the soul are one in the same. The soul stores all of a persons code and date inside them. Changes to the soul changes the code and Vice verse. To mess with either is horrible thing to do someone. I imagine that all errors have their code scrambled and bits missing from their time in the anti-void although it differs in how long they’ve been there, mental strength, and personality.

~Musical Anon

Wonder how the different levels of code alterations would effect different individuals, from hardly anything noticeable to huge shifts in personality. Maybe even identity and sense of agency.

And i definitely agree that code and the SOUL are one in the same, and id even say that’s the canon interpretation for Undertale: Something New, given that whenever Killer’s SOUL changes into a different Stage—the example we’re shown is his SOUL changing into Stage 2–we also see his code changing from an unidentifiable mess to something like k1ll_sans.

On top of that, Killer states he’s interested in studying others’ SOULs because “each soul has its own unique code,” and I believe we’re shown further examples using Fell Sans and I believe Swap. So at some point, Killer realized the existence of codes, and their ties to people’s SOULs.

And realized that, at some point, his own was changed—although I doubt he realized this in the beginning at all, even if he likely knew about or at least believed in the existence of Players.

And I highly doubt finding out his code alternation changed anything for him in Stage 1 at all. It was still that body’s hands that accepted that Deal, picked up that knife and that bucket of water, and it was still those hands that snuffed out every life they latched onto.

[lou-is-just-a-dream]

This is less about Lin Ling and Nice as much as To be Hero X's speculations with Lin Ling and Nice as excuses/examples

I was listening to New type of Hero on loop and I just thought, like really thought: what really differentiate X from the other heroes. It seemed dumb because of course he was the top 1, of course he was the most powerful, of course he was the most mysterious then I sorta paused. And thought about it again, from my understanding so far that is from watching the episodes and seeing the Trust Value system's insides, these facts are all very much linked. X is the top 1 because he is so powerful, the reason why he's so powerful is because people thinks earnestly that he can do anything since he could be anyone and anyone could be him.

How does this link to Lin Ling and Nice? We're getting to it. So then I thought about, what the show To be Hero X is about. Why does it have so many protagonists which include X mind you but he's the one we see the least of. Then I thought back on what differentiate Hero X, It's that no one know who he is or really what makes X, X. Globally I think that's what the show is overall going to be about: not necessarily just the top 10 Hero, but the who, why and what. We already know how, it's the trust system.

Which brings us to our darling protag, Lin Ling. Why we've been following him from the beginning. I mean no offense to anyone especially since I was a Nice fan since the promo which turned out to not be him and that is so relevant. In the question, who created Nice, he has always, always been the answer. As in Og Nice (whose name we don't know btw) acted out Nice, sure but Lin Ling made the Hero Nice. Ad by ad, line by line, he crafted the persona that is the Nice we see in the top 10 promo in the PV.

He made Nice the product, Nice the brand, and on the exact same day he gets fired, the person incarnating his product decide to opt out of living. Nice doubly dies that day, but gets reborn in a way, in the who he was uncaranter concretely but also who made him.

Which brings us to what is Nice? What makes Nice, Nice? And why? We don't know any of that with the OG Nice that's for sure because it's rather fundamentally not about him, and there's more rant incoming about him since I know nothing yet i'm still a fan, really he somehow incarnated a whole other way of haunting the narrative, missing from it, the silence and dismissal of him is a statement but I digress.

On the subject of what is Nice and why, a first answer has already been given to us since episode 1, Nice is the company's most successful brand, he exists to please his fans since that's what a good product does. But Nice the product is already dead, literally. He died in the first minutes of episode 1.

I think that's where Lin Ling in particular is advancing, if the arc remains about Nice the now top 10 hero as a protagonist, if Nice is now Lin Ling rather than Lin Ling becoming Nice then we're going towards him deciding what Nice is, as in what it means to be Nice, and why. Why is Nice, Nice, and not something else. And yeah, an undeniable part of that starts by him embracing himself, and not just wrapping himself in the idealised Nice he helped create.

This has gotten long but TLDR: I think Hero X is essentially going to be all in not on heroism as a theme solely but also more largely on the duality in each individual hero, Lin Ling has always made Nice but now he's him and he gets to decide what it means. Lin Ling doesn't want to be Nice, the product that much is sure, what he wants to be is a real hero. So either he detach himself from being Nice which would be less messy but I also find least likely, or he changes what it means to be Nice. Something that better fits the idea of Nice preached in his theme song: Paragon in comparison to what Nice is described as in the show so far.

[isabeauwolf]

Merman Law x reader 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4: Rest

One of the many curses of being a member of your family was your sense of curiosity and adventure.

The fact that Law, a merman existed didn't frighten you.

No, it only fed your curiosity. The burning and selfish curiosity of wanting to look at the rest of his human form, now that he was fully clothed.

Licking your dry lips, sneaking a glance over your shoulder again. His back was still turned. Your eyes trailed from the top of his unruly inky black tresses, down his broad shoulders, his tall and lanky frame, the hint of muscle and his slime waist and his long legs in those light blue, black spotted jeans. Tilting your head you noticed that his ass was flat? Oh well, even if his backside was as flat as a flapjack that didn't stop you from admiring him to your hearts content.

The tattoos that littered his arms and peaked out from underneath his white tank top, or his inked fingers. It certainly added more to his attractive and hotness factor. The longer you ogled him the more questions you had swirling around in your head.

What was their story? Was it an ancient custom similar to the days of old when a warrior earned their mark of adulthood after winning their first battle? Or did he want to look cool and mysterious? Emo and badass? Both?

He said he was a pirate. A merman pirate, a Captain of The Heart Pirates. His crew, his pod matés. He said some were merfolk and some were human. Proving that he didn't discriminate.

Law's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "Are you done changing?"

You grew heavily flustered. "Not yet, one second." Oops. Shaking your head, feeling your whole body heat up with embracement.

Of course, Law had better stuff to do than stand around all day and let you admire him and ogle him like some Greek God statue! Oh, if Nami and Robin knew they'd tease you to no end! The pair of women, your fellow female crewmates knew you found men attractive, but for some reason you weren't attracted to anybody, which was odd. Marine or Pirate, nobody seemed to catch your fancy.

A similar and uncanny trait you shared with Luffy. So what in the world made Law, a merman any different? Well, besides the obvious difference in species. It didn't bother you. Luffy mentioned the gang going to Sabaody and Fishmen Island, you met Hachi and Cami, fishmen weren't anything new. You had seen mermaids, but... this was the first time you saw a live merman.

It made you wonder, if they were rare? Or had migrated to one of the other blues? Law and his pod came from The North Blue, one of the colder vast parts of The Grandline, if you remembered what Nami said.

Still many unanswered questions.

Fully dried and dressed in your borrowed clothes, you turned to face Law. "Okay, I'm dressed." The yellow and black hoodie had what you assumed was his jolly roger on it, it was soft and well worn. Must be one of his favorites? You thought.

Law twirled on his heels and your breath stilled in your lungs. To say your mysterious Merman savior was devilishly handsome before was an understatement. You noticed he had his Jolly Roger tattooed on his chest, along with more inky black swirls and patterns that you couldn't make out. What you could appeared to be heart shaped?

There was faint old wound or a scar on his arm as if it has been cut off and reattached? The scar tissue was paler than the rest of his body. It proved that he was a warrior of the sea and a survivor.

Glancing around the room once more. There are stacks and stacks of book, old and new. Oh, Robin would love it here. You giggle and grin to yourself. And me too!

A library under water? Who wouldn't love it!

Law broke the silence first, stepping closer towards you and then around you. "Feel free to look around." Law says. "I'll go fetch my med kit."

"Wait? There's more?" You ask in interest, following his retreating figure.

Law left his lips twitch. "Yes." He half turns. "This is my room." Nodded his head towards the bed. "You can relax on the bed, if you'd like." Fully stepped outside the room and down the hallway without glancing back. "Need to make sure you aren't injured too badly." He mutters to himself, underneath his breath.

You take a step forward, then pause. "Wait? Are you a merman, pirate captain doctor?"

Law paused, backtracking to meet your eyes. "What gave it away?" He raised a brow, lips quirking a tad. Seems his mate was reckless and overly curious, not that he had any right to judge after how you two ended up here.

Oh shit, that sounded way better inside your head. "I-" You falter, mouth opening and closing, trying to finish your sentence as he waited, listening. "I didn't mean to offend you." You blush even harder. "I'm sorry."

"Not at all." Law reassured you. "I imagine it's all new for you and unsettling. Getting caught in a storm, falling overboard, nearly drowning and dying on top of meeting a merman." He listed off, summarizing the events that led you two here. "Being dragged away from your crew and into my home." He paused, brows furrowing.

Well, he's certainly blunt and to the point.

Were you seeing things or did he look.... guilty somehow? Why? He saved your life. You should be the one who's awkward, floundering and traumatized.

"It's alright." You spoke, raising a hand to play with one of the strings on his hoodie. "We're both pirates." You shrug, playing it off with ease. "We face life and death every day, don't we?" You muttered, meeting his liquid silvers again. "Besides you being a doctor saves time calling for one, right?"

"True." Law admitted, nodded his head and continuing forward. "I'll be right back." Law won't admit it, but you were taking things surprisingly well. Most humans who faced near death experiences, let alone drowning or saw things they didn't see every day would be freaking out. He wondered, if you were hiding your true feelings or if he was lucky to have a partner who was calm under pressure? A blessing in disguise. Guess, only time will tell.

You raised you hand and waved. "I'll be here." You inwardly sigh and slouch, spinning slowly and walking towards his bed. It looked soft and inviting, you noticed the same color black and yellow spotted patterns on the thick blanket. Huh? Does he like spotted prints and patterns? You tilt you head and shrug, wiping your feet on the furry green rug and drying them before crawling into his bed. You groaned as soon as your body hit the mattress.

"Damn, this is soft." You close your eyes, snuggling further into the softest mattress and pillows you swear you've ever laid on. "I'm jealous." You mumble to yourself, feeling your body aches catching up. "Ow." You reopen your eyes, blinking and closing them. "Getting sleepy." You rub your eyes and yawn. "Maybe I should take some z's?" Another weird family habit was being able to sleep anywhere and everywhere, given your brothers and grandpa's ability to fall asleep while eating. "Hope Law doesn't mind?" Rolling onto your back, staring at the rocky ceiling as your eyes closed, your breath evened, and you slept within a matter of seconds.

Law quickly returned.

"I need to assess anywhere you might have gotten hurt while being thrown overboard." Law explained, coming back with a med kid in hand, and a stethoscope around his neck.

Instead of answer, he heard snoring. He glanced up from digging inside his medical bag, then his gaze softened. Oh.

Law continues further into the room, setting his equipment down on top of his work desk, grabbing a blanket, covering you and whispering. "Good night, my songstress." Hesitantly, he reached out and brushed a lock of your hair out of your face. The simplest of touches seemed to make his skin tingle and ignite as he shivered, his heartbeat skipped a beat, and he released a shuddering exhale. Oh boy. If his body was already this sensitive to your touch, what was he going to do when he had to fully examine you and touch you?

Law straightened, drinking in the sight of you wearing his clothes. Sleeping in his bed and finally in your shared nest. He was pleased, it felt right. Felt as if a missing puzzle piece had finally filled the void within his broken and beating heart.

The need to hold you in his arms, brush his lips against your skin, slowly, ever so slowly, Law felt himself lower and draw closer, his body moving on autopilot as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over you. His hands tightening and fisting the blankets, even as his full weight adding to yours on the bed, you didn't stir. Swallowing thickly, closing his eyes and shaking himself, reopening his eyes as his gaze lowered to your pump and kissable looking mouth.

Law breathed in your scent. The salt of the sea still clinging onto your skin as well as his mixing with your own. A rumbling purr of content left his chest, causing the doctor's face to blush a deep shade of red, backing away slowly, raising an inked hand covering his mouth and jaw.

He needed to calm down. He didn't want to scare you or make you hate him. No, never you.

Law strolled towards his work desk, sitting down and sighed. Closing his eyes again, running his hands through his hair. "God, this is as intense and soul altering as Cora-san said it would be." He muttered to himself, remembering when his adoptive father had found his own fated female thirteen years ago. Sinking further into his work chair, groaning in frustration and exasperation, he knew the blonde giant would be over the moon and happy for Law.

He could already picture the towering, grinning idiot giving him a smug smirk now. Bragging, a series of "I told you so's." The giant merman mentioned when he first started courting his female that when Law become of age, when he found his destined mate, he'd know.

Opening his eyes, immediately shifting onto your sleeping figure. He chuckled to himself noticing you had kicked off the blanket and your body had scooted down, and your limbs spread wide, resembling a starfish. He swears he heard you mutter the word, "meat?"

Well, looks like you would be hungry after you awaken.

Law swirled around in his chair, leaned forward, grabbing a pen and piece of paper, resting his elbow on the armrest, palm of his hand holding his chin, index finger tapping the side of his cheek. "If the enormous appetites StrawHat, Fire Fist and The Dragon Emperor are known for is true..." he mumbled to himself, writing down what he had stocked in the fridge and pantries. "Then I imagine their sister and my mate will need a lot of nourishment." His gaze shifts towards his hidden safe, filled with stolen treasure and loot or what lost jewels and gold he'd found in sunken pirate ships laying on the sea floor.

Not to brag, but The Heart Pirates had gathered a vast amount of wealth along their journey, not including what he had back home. "Let's hope my female doesn't have a queens spending habit on top of her hearty appetite." He hummed, scribbling down necessities you might need.

You couldn't keep wearing the same clothes. You could borrow his, he'd like it very much. Sneaking his clothes back after you had worn it and covering himself in your scent.

Law's eyes widened, feeling his cheeks grow hotter as his grip tightened on his pen as he glared down at the list. "Keep it together Law." His gaze softened, shifting to your form once more. "You've come this far." The Merman sighed. Placing his pen down and ran a hand down his face. "Can't lose her. Not after finally finding her."

----- End of Chapter 4 ----

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[weaselle]

duuude, i just made the most bomb summer pasta. The recipe sort of wrote itself into my head while i was driving a couple weeks ago and i finally cooked it tonight. It's just some classic flavors put together, i didn't reinvent the wheel or anything but if you're curious here's how to do it

PASTA cook some pasta in salted water (egg noodles will work just fine) You're gonna serve it at room temp, so get this going first. When your pasta is done, drain it well and then add either a tiny bit of olive oil or a small pat of butter and mix that in real good. This will prevent your pasta concealing into a bug stuck-together lump. Set the pasta aside in the pot you cooked it in whenever it's done.

SALMON at the same time, cook some salmon in olive oil. Like, for each person eating cook a small lunch sized portion of salmon, all at once in a pan together. Use a decent amount of olive oil, like most of a tablespoon per salmon portion, it's going to be part of the sauce later. Set the cooked salmon aside.

time for SAUCE

GARLIC and DRIED HERBS/DILL now in the pan you cooked the salmon in, with all the oil and stuff from cooking it still in the pan, add a bunch of minced garlic. How much garlic? as always, the maximum amount you dare to use -- when it's sizzling good but not browning yet add some dried herbs, i used some "italian mix" (which i could probably have left out, but put anything you think would go good here) and then i added a bunch of dried dill, which is probably also optional if you want, but if you don't use any of these then you could probably throw some minced onions in with your garlic or something just to add some complexity to your flavor profile. But maybe you really want the main character flavors to shine, skip everything but the garlic if you want

WINE When whatever you used is starting to brown a bit, stop it from getting any darker by adding a big ol splash of white wine. Uh. Like maybe a 1/3 of a cup per portion, so, make sure it's the cheap stuff.

VINEGAR after that bubbles away for five minutes or so, add some vinegar (i used a pretty small splash each of three different kinds for funsies, but a medium big splash of almost any kind except white vinegar should do you fine).

SWEET to balance out the vinegar you want some sugar. I used a big ol spoon full of onion garlic jam for this, because i happen to have a jar of it that i've been struggling to find uses for. But since you probably don't have that and/or don't want to spend money on that, i would say one or two spoons of honey, actual sugar, or, if you happen to specifically have blackberry jam that could work good for this sauce.

SALT add salt. Taste now. The sauce should be as salty as a potato chip, and have pretty strong flavors, because it's going to get diluted.

BUTTER kill the fire under the pan, drop in a big pat of butter, stir it around slowly until the butter disappears into the sauce. This changes the texture and flavor of the sauce in a way that simply cooking the butter into the sauce doesn't do, the butter has to melt into a sauce that has begun the act of cooling down.

MIX PASTA AND SALMON now your salmon should be cool enough to break into smallish chunks and stir into the pasta. It's going to break apart more as you stir, and you're going to be stirring quite a bit, so don't worry too much about making the salmon chunks small.

PEAS Steam some peas. Fresh if you got 'em of course, or frozen will do. Get good quality frozen if you can tho, those big bright green smooth freshies flash frozen and tasting green. Steam and set your peas aside.

FRESH LEMON JUICE now that the sauce has cooled a bit. Squeeze in the juice from one large lemon per people eating. You don't want to add the juice while the sauce is cooking or even still too hot, because heating the juice too much changes it, and you want that fresh lemon flavor to pop. (this is why blackberry jam might work good as a sugar balance for this dish, because lemon and blackberry are a classic combination - usually for deserts and stuff, but i bet it would go great in this too)

SAUCE THE PASTA now stir the sauce into the pasta. Stir it up real good. If everything in the pot isn't getting close to room temperature yet, let it sit to cool more, stirring occasionally

FRESH DILL and SOUR CREAM at room temp add about two tablespoons of sour cream per portion, but before you do this, taste for salt. If you taste the sauce and pasta together and it isn't just a tiny bit too salty , you'll need more salt, and this is where to add it, on top of the sour cream before you mix. If the pasta in sauce pre-sour-cream has the perfect amount of salt, the sour cream is going to tank the salt profile, so you'll need a little bit here to prevent that happening. If the pasta and sauce together are already just a little on the salty side, then don't add any to the sour cream here) Before you mix in the sour cream, add a bunch of fresh chopped dill - about a cupped palm full per portion. Now mix it real good

SERVE. It is good cold or at room temp (and pretty decent warm too) with a small, cold sour cream dollop and fresh dill garnish, and maybe a light sprinkle of fresh lemon juice as part of the garnish too.

Awesome warm weather dish, great for spring/summer

[cryingbluez]

Finished ref for my new mhs2 oc, Haku and his Abyssal Lagiacrus, Zanka. (Haku isn't in the same world/au? as my other oc Tokyo)

More info under the cut, e.g. backstory, as well as a little bit of info on Zanka.

Will be updating/adding/taking away from this info as I go along, so things may change in this info.

Haku was born in Lulucion (Lamure), and came from a family that had been hunters for generations. (around the age of 11) His family wanted him to become a hunter as well, which he despised, as he considered being a (Royal Paleontology) Scrivener, or possibly a handler for a hunter, rather than hunt monsters he mainly wanted to study them. Haku actually having a fear of monsters, but due to his family couldn’t see himself working a job outside of monsters. 

His family were borderline abusive due to their constant push/aggression/etc for him to become a hunter, e.g. getting mad at him if he messed up his training, or getting mad when he was scared of a simple Konchu. 

In this time Haku would do several things to try to get out of the house/out of training/etc. He’d often explore ruins around Lamure, and or go out in the fishing boats to help out the fishermen, getting taught how to steer the boats and check for weather and wave conditions/etc.

After a while he learnt about the job of studying ancient ruins/civilizations, having an interest in exploring ruins as he would do that to escape his family. Something to do that didn’t really involve monsters too much, and he could do something he loved. Deciding that's what he wanted to do. But was unsure on how to go about it with his family being around. 

Due to a certain incident with Haku and his family he decided to run away from home, stealing one of the fishing boats he used with the fishermen, but due to his rushed nature/panic he didn’t make any checks to see if the conditions were right to sail. He wanted to sail towards the Pomore Garden, as he heard about a Felyne village there and wanted to spend a bit of time away from humans. But due to a storm got swept up and put out near Hakolo Island, which with no other close land in sight/loss of navigation he went towards the island. 

When on Hakolo Island he ended up across the island from the village, and lived off the island for a few days hiding from monsters and using his knowledge on plants/etc that he had learnt from his family to live off the land. That is until a scout from Mahana Village found him and took him to the village. Haku was welcomed into the village by most of the villagers. The Chief Gara and Kayna being the only two to hear the full story from Haku. Chief Gara specifically taking Haku under his wing and now raising him. 

The villagers found it quite funny Haku’s fear of monsters, but never fully teased him on it, maybe a comment occasionally but left it for the most part. Kayna would often try to get Haku to train to be a rider with her, but Haku for the most part was uninterested. Haku also didn’t like how his movement around the island was restricted by the village, not allowing him to go to certain parts of the island/out far without a monster/permission. 

(around the age of 14) Haku snuck out of the village to explore some ruins along a beach on the other side of the island, one where he first landed near when he sailed to the island. And a place he wasn’t really allowed to go now. Wanting to raid the ruins for anything interesting to put into his room. Which after a few random artifacts he came across a kinship stone, and picked it up planning to dump it alongside all the other kinship stones without owners in the village. 

But was attacked by a Green Nargacuga, which made him flee and hide, him using the sun and the kinship stone to shine a beam of light from the stone into the Green Nargacuga’s eyes to blind it for a second to get away. 

After an hour of hiding he became aware of the tide coming closer to the ruins where he was hiding, knowing if he doesn’t move soon he could possibly be trapped if not killed by the waves. 

Deciding then to move, despite hearing the faint signs of the Nargacuga still being around. He would move from ruined building to ruined building. Coming across a building that was fairly open, him seeing something black and bright blue in the corner, curiosity consuming him despite all the danger he was in. Due to how open the area was, the sun was hitting him, and the kinship stone in his hand. 

Getting closer he stared at the item confused, the light of the stone shifting and hitting the object which when a crack appeared down the object, which Haku quickly realises what the object is. That object being an egg, and that he has accidentally started to hatch it. Haku being in the situation he’s in now, quickly rushes over to the egg trying to stop it from cracking more saying things like ‘nonono’ and panicking over it. But it being too late and the egg hatching. Revealing a strange looking Lagiacrus, a type he’s never heard about before. 

Haku being horrified by it, and then hearing the Nargacuga getting closer as well making him whip his head back and forth from the Lagi to the entrance of the ruined building. Remembering all of Kayna’s talks about looking after their monsters and never giving up on them. Not wanting to abandon a baby he basically forced to hatch he would scoop up the Lagi despite not wanting it close to him he would continue his escape away from both the Nargacuga and the tide of the ocean. 

After a while when he got back into the forest he was found by a search party, as he had been gone for too long, and they wanted to find him. He was relieved to see people from the village, but also knew he’d get telling off. Though him having a kinship stone and a baby Lagi in his arms surprised the search party and later the rest of the village. 

Chief Gara and a few of the other elders of the village did give him a telling off, but were just glad he was safe. Chief Gara telling Haku what the specific Lagi was and saying it must have washed up in the ruins with another tide, asking Haku what he’d like to do with the baby. Haku still not having put it down yet. 

Haku didn’t really want to have any sort of monster, still wanting to one day become a researcher of ancient civilizations. Which Kayna would pipe up, having been listening in on the scolding/talking about the monster, telling Haku that he could use the Lagi to dive and check out the flooded ancient civilizations. That no other researcher will be able to explore to the extent he could with a monster like this. 

To which Haku stared at the monster in his arms, the Lagi having its head resting on his shoulder making light cooing noises to Haku. 

Haku looking at this monster starts to feel bad about having wanted to ditch it, realising this whole entire time he’s been holding it, it’s never once shifted it’s head, it’s never took its eyes off of him. Kayna also makes a compelling argument, it would be nice to explore areas most wouldn’t be able too. 

He decided to become a rider, in which Kayna started to train him. Haku also training to hold his breath underwater, as well as get used to the ocean. Starting to go on dives with the Lagi, who he names Zanka. Though they haven’t explored ruins in that time. 

Which takes the story to the main events of the game,(Haku being around 15-16) though the protag isn’t Kayna’s first student in this. I also think the protag would be around the age of 14-15 (same goes for Kyle as he is a similar if not same age as main protag)

Haku journeys with the main protag but often splits off to do his own thing half of the time, or may stay back because of Zanka. As Zanka doesn’t really like all the light from the sun, and also wants to be around water. 

Haku does go to Lulucion (Lamure) with the protag, as he’s worried about Ratha, plus with the ocean being around Lulucion he knows Zanka will be fine. He purposely hides when moving around Lulucion, and or actively stays out of the city if he can, avoiding his past life. He would have liked to have never returned, but his worry for the protag and Ratha is what makes him go. The protag may realise somethings going on with Haku, but Haku won’t say. Only saying why after the events of the main story. 

During the ‘story’ Haku does end up going to the Pomore Gardens with the protag. And sees the destroyed Felyne village. Feeling a little responsible, as that's where he tried to get all those years ago on the fishing boat. Thinking if he actually made it to the village, and seen the place in chaos, he could have sailed back to Lulucion and gotten help for the Felyne’s. He knows its silly to think like that, but can’t help it. While there, he tries to help out the Felyne’s where he can, even helping out with very simple things. From there Haku splits off from the protag for a bit to go finally get help for the Felyne’s from Lulucion/the Scriveners. 

When leaving Pomore Gardens he goes with Kyle, since Kyle was heading that way anyway, Haku still not really liking Kyle, but dreads travelling with just his monster. Preferring to travel alongside someone who knows what they're doing in a fight. Though Haku does bother Kyle a bit as he wants to use Zanka to cross the ocean to get to Lulucion quicker, whereas Kyle refuses to get on a monster, let alone get on one that's going to take them out to sea. So they follow the water instead, so Zanka can stay in the water as they travel on land. 

When the protag and Haku meet again it’s back on Hakolo Island during the final act of the main story, he had already received a report on things that happened while away. The only one in the Oltura fight looking like he’s about to pass out due to his fear.

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Haku is a relatively strange person, often seeming to flip emotions very quickly, when in reality he’s just dramatic. As a child he was super shy and a bit of a crybaby, but when push came to shove he could do some brave things (though some would argue that it’s not brave it’s stupidity). But after spending time on Hakolo Island he slowly grew into a less shy person, being able to grow in a community that didn’t punish him for failing or getting something wrong, who encourages him to fight for himself to do what he wants to do in life. 

He’s become a fairly outspoken person and now not really afraid to say what he wants, though he’s also aware that sometimes he needs to take a step back and realise if he says something hurtful. 

He’s dramatic in the way he talks, often enjoying saying over the top things, mainly to help with his own nervousness about a situation. He’s often fairly friendly, but when he doesn’t like someone he lets them know clearly. Often he may get into arguments with people no matter if he’s in the wrong or not. 

Haku cares a lot for the main protag, seeing them as a sibling. Went with them to try to look after them, as the protag had never left the island till the main story takes place, is a little less afraid when fighting alongside the protag, fighting on behalf of the protag. 

He’s always had a fear of monsters for as long as he can remember, despite not having any traumatic experiences with a monster. Every fight/hunt he’s in he does in fear, but over time in the story his fear somewhat turns into being a cautious fighter and one to notice little changes in a fight. His 3 weapon choices are sword and shield, hunting horn, and gunlance (in mhs2 choices) (if he could pick all weapon types his 3 weapons would be lance with full defensive skills e.g. Guard/Guard up/Offensive Guard, he’d have bow and hunting horn still)

During the story he learns to be less afraid of monsters, and also slowly starts to realise his dream of diving to explore ruins when he gets in contact with the Scriveners in Lulucion (Lamure). He learns to deal with difficult people (e.g. hunters, mainly Kyle). 

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Haku’s Abyssal Lagiacrus is called Zanka. 

Zanka doesn’t really like being on land and is often found in any source of water it can get himself into. Is like the equivalent of a cat that wants to get into a box but can’t fit, but with water. He also doesn’t like the sun due to Abyssal Lagi’s mainly being in deep ocean so isn’t used to the light, likes the warmth of the sun though. When the group got to Lulucion (Lamure) Zanka tried to get into the water fountain in the middle of the city, even though he won’t be able to fit into it, which Haku grabbed onto him on his tail and tried to drag Zanka back to the stables. 

Overtime of being raised by Haku, Zanka has semi picked up on how dramatic Haku can be and sort of acts like Haku. Even not really liking other monsters too much, as Haku is scared of monsters. Or when someone else tells him to do something he will refuse to do it, as it wasn’t Haku telling him. Often when people talk to him, he will flick his head upwards pointing his nose up at the sky and stare down at them from this angle to show he doesn’t like them ‘flick head away in disgust’.

Zanka doesn’t get along with many people, as over the years Haku has become confrontational towards people, which Zanka has picked up as well. Being a lot more critical and judgy towards people. Which isn’t too bad, unless Zanka picks up on the fact Haku doesn’t like someone then Zanka is an ass to that person. E.g. Kyle, will try to bite him or take things from him to throw or run away with, or just grumbles whenever he talks. Even though Haku has chilled out when it comes to Kyle, Zanka is willing to take this one-sided beef to the grave. 

Haku has given it a hand command that if shown Zanka will start to screech. Haku does this when someone he doesn’t likes tries to talk to him, he can secretly give Zanka the command, and often scare people off with how loud Zanka is being, or have Zanka screech over the person speaking. Often Haku will have Zanka swim a bit out to sea, and make Zanka have his back out of water, so he can sunbathe on Zanka’s back and Zanka can mostly be in the water, so both of them are happy. 

Zanka has headgear that often feature some sort of shade for his eyes. As being a monster that is used to low light/no light things the sun can be annoying if not could even hurt Zanka’s eyes. So Haku has headgear specifically designed for Zanka.

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Haku's possible monster team/teams: 

(Gonna try to avoid giving him deviants/elders, but will have a section for if I ever do draw/etc him with more powerful things)  Elm = Element of the monster  AT = Attack Type of the monster  (Haku when picking 3 monsters for a smaller team will pick monsters with different Elm's and AT's) 

Must be on team (if its a team of 6):  -Abyssal Lagiacrus (Elm: Thunder | AT: Power) (Abysal Lagi isn't in mhs2, but it was in a side mobile mhs game thats now shutdown. mobile game didn't have any AT's so will make them up) (Also if he's choosing a team of 6 he always has Abyssal Lagi in the team, where as if it's a team of 3 he may choose another thunder monster to give his Abyssal Lagi a break) 

Can be on main team: 

-Stygian Zinogre (Elm: Dragon | Attack Type: Technical)  -Legiana (Elm: Ice | AT: Speed)  -Mizutsune (Elm: Water | AT: Technical)  -White Monoblos (Elm: Non Elm | AT: Power)  -Bazelgeuse (Elm: Fire | AT: Speed)

Possibly on team (No particular order): 

-Zinogre (Elm:Thunder | AT: Speed)  -Brachydios (Elm: Fire | AT: Power)  -Zamtrios (Elm: Ice | AT: Technical)  -Glavenus (Elm: Fire | AT: Power)  -Tobi-Kadachi (Elm: Thunder | AT: Speed)  -Fulgur Anjanath (Elm: Thunder | AT: Power)  -Palamute (Elm: can be any of the elm Palamute's | AT: Speed)  -Shrouded Nerscylla (Elm: Non Elm Haku focused genes on status | AT: Technical) -Espinas: (Elm: Fire (also has a lot of poison/para) | AT: Technical) (Isn't in mhs2, but turning it into a monstie)

Deviants/Elders (No particular order): 

-Lucent Nargacuga (Elm: Non but focus on poison status and kinship | AT: Speed) (isn't in mhs2, but it was in a side mobile mhs game thats now shutdown) (can also be Silverwind Nargacuga ((Elm: Non Elm | AT: Speed)) prefer Lucent cause of the poison thou.) -Crimson Glow Valstrax (Elm: Dragon | AT: Speed) (isn't in mhs2, but it was in a side mobile mhs game thats now shutdown)  -Oroshi Kirin (Elm: Ice | AT: Speed)  -Boltreaver Astalos (Elm: Thunder | AT: Technical) -Bloodbath Diablos (Elm: Non Elm | AT: Power)

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Extra stuff (either about Haku or Zanka/his monster(s)):

-Zanka is a monster Haku has for a few years, before part way through the events of the main story/after the story Haku finally starts to get more monsters. Though he takes his time with each monster he has, but primarily sticks with Zanka

Names of his other monsters and their genders: -Stygian Zinogre = Wrio (M) -Legiana = Virtue (F) -Mizutsune = Sayomi (M) -White Monoblos = Anwar (F) -Bazelgeuse = Enya (F) -Zinogre = ??? (F) -Brachydios = ??? (F) -Zamtrios = Moza (M) -Glavenus = ??? (M) -Tobi-Kadachi = ??? (F) -Fulgur Anjanath = ??? (F) -Palamute = ??? (F) -Shrouded Nerscylla = ??? (F) -Espinas = ??? (M) ____________________________

-Lucent Nargacuga = ??? (F) -Crimson Glow Valstrax = ??? (M) -Oroshi Kirin = ??? (M) -Boltreaver Astalos = ??? (M) -Bloodbath Diablos = ??? (M) (when I get more names for the monsters I will edit)

-Haku doesn’t truly have a fear of monsters. It’s more so the fear of disappointment, messing up. Due to how his family was the fear of his family and upsetting them manifested as a fear of monsters, both because of the ‘becoming a hunter’ aspect, and also the fact he didn’t want to blame his family, so the next best thing to blame is the monsters. A bit after the main story takes place is when Haku finally starts to unpack this information once he realises. 

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Inspo’s:

-Haku shares a name with another oc of mine, though their looks are not similar, their personalities are a little similar. 

-Haku’s diving mask is based off of Rudo’s mask (Gachiakuta).

(art by Kei Urana??)

-The comment about Haku’s eyes being able to be drawn wobbly is also in ref to Rudo’s eyes in the manga Gachiakuta.

-The Abyssal Lagiacrus (Zanka) has the name of the character ‘Zanka’ from Gachiakuta.

-An old design I made inspired both his eyes and hair. (won’t post that art here thou) 

-Other inspo names for Haku’s other monsters, Stygian Zinogre = Wrio (Wriothesley - Genshin Impact), Zamtrios = Moza (mosasaurus but with a z instead of an s), (will add to when i get more names with inspos)

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Daddy X Will Poulter

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The first time I saw the second line on the test, I thought it was a trick of the light.

I squinted at it. Held it up to the bathroom window. Blinked several times.

But no there it was. Faint, but unmistakably there. A second pink line.

Pregnant.

I stood there in silence for a long moment, toothbrush hanging awkwardly from my mouth, heart pounding like a drum. Then I did what any completely rational woman would do in this scenario: I took another test.

Same result. Pregnant.

By the time Will came bounding through the front door, arms full of shopping and keys jangling, I was pacing the living room like a madwoman.

“Hey, love! Got the good snacks,” he called out, shaking a bag triumphantly as he walked into the kitchen. “Also... wait, why are you...why are you looking at me like that?”

I held up the stick.

He blinked. Then again. “Is that…?”

I nodded, lips trembling. “Yeah.”

Will didn’t speak at first. He just dropped the bag of snacks on the floor and crossed the room in three long strides, and pulled me into the tightest, safest hug I’ve ever known.

“Are you serious?” he murmured into my hair.

“Yes.”

“You’re having our baby?”

“Yes.”

He pulled back to look at me, his eyes wide, bright, already glassy. Then he gave me this grin this massive, radiant, boyish grin and said, "I’ve been called ‘Daddy’ by my mates for years. Now I’ve actually got a reason.”

I laughed so hard I cried.

It became apparent almost instantly that Will was built for this.

Not just the baby-prep stuff though, my God, did he commit. He made spreadsheets. Read every baby book he could get his hands on. Researched stroller suspension for fun.

But it was the little things, too.

The way he left ginger biscuits by the bed for the morning sickness phase. The way he’d gently rub my back when I couldn’t sleep, whispering silly stories until I drifted off. The way he talked to the baby like they were already here, little murmurs as he pressed his ear to my belly.

“You’re doing brilliant,” he’d say to me, again and again. “You’re amazing, love. Look at you. You’re growing a person. You’re a bloody superhero.”

And when the hormones hit, and I cried because I dropped a spoon or couldn’t zip up my jeans, he never laughed. Never made me feel small. Just held me close, kissed the top of my head, and promised me I was beautiful bump and all.

Around week twenty-two, I felt the first flutter. A strange, butterfly-ish sensation that made me pause mid-bite of my cereal.

Then there it was again. A tiny, unmistakable kick.

“Will!” I practically yelled, half-running into the living room where he was fiddling with a flat-pack cot.

“What? What’s happened?”

I grabbed his hand and dragged it to my belly. “The baby just kicked.”

He froze.

And then kick.

He gasped. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”

He dropped to his knees, pressing both hands to my belly, eyes wide in wonder. “That was them? That was the baby?”

“Yes!”

His jaw dropped in pure amazement. “That’s mental. You’re telling me there’s a whole tiny person in there just...kicking about? Like a little karate master?”

I nodded, laughing through happy tears.

He bent forward and kissed my belly gently. “You’re already a little legend, aren’t you?”

Then he looked up at me with this dazed sort of awe. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. You’re incredible.”

His family, my family everyone commented on it constantly.

“You know,” his mum said one evening, watching Will meticulously set up a nappy changing station, “we always knew he’d be a good dad. Just didn’t realise he’d be this good. Like, gold star good.”

My sister laughed. “Honestly? He’s gone full ‘dad mode’ already. He’s been carrying snacks and tissues in his coat for months.”

“Don’t forget the hand sanitiser,” Will added proudly. “And plasters. I’m prepared for anything.”

He was. More than I could ever have hoped for. Through every weird craving, every backache, every anxious late-night worry spiral he was my rock.

There were hard days, too. Times I felt overwhelmed, exhausted, or just… a bit lost. My body was changing so quickly, and some days I didn’t recognise myself in the mirror. I’d cry in the shower for no reason, then cry again for crying in the first place.

But Will never made me feel like a burden.

“You don’t have to carry it all,” he’d say quietly, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “Let me carry some of it, yeah?”

And I did. I let him. Because I trusted him with everything.

When Will sat down for an interview near the end of my pregnancy, I didn’t expect him to mention me. We’d kept things pretty private over the years.

But he did.

And I watched the clip with tears in my eyes.

The interviewer leaned in, smiling. “You’ve been getting a lot of love online lately people saying you’ve always given off ‘dad energy’. Any thoughts on that now that you’re actually becoming a dad?”

Will laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I mean... the nickname ‘Daddy’ used to be a bit of a joke among my mates, right? ‘Cause I’d always be the one making sure people got home safe, reminding everyone to stay hydrated, do laundry that sort of thing.”

He smiled, eyes going soft. “But now? Now it feels... real. I’m going to be someone’s dad. And it’s the best feeling in the world.”

The interviewer nodded. “How’s Y/N doing?”

“She’s a bloody miracle,” Will said, instantly. “Honestly, watching her go through this seeing how strong she is, how much love she’s already pouring into this little human we haven’t even met yet... I’m just in awe of her.”

He paused, visibly emotional.

“She’s making a person. And somehow, she’s still laughing, still looking after me, still being this incredible partner. I’m... yeah. I’m completely gone for her.”

The interviewer smiled. “You’re glowing, mate.”

“Yeah,” Will laughed. “Guess I’m pregnant by association.”

One night, not long before the due date, we were lying in bed. My head was on his chest, his hand stroking slow circles over my bump.

The baby kicked again stronger now, more deliberate.

Will looked down at me. “Do you ever think about what they’ll be like?”

“All the time.”

“I hope they’ve got your laugh,” he said. “And your heart.”

“I hope they get your ridiculous eyebrows,” I murmured sleepily. “And your dad jokes.”

“Oi. My jokes are solid.”

“They’re groan-worthy, Poulter.”

He grinned. “Perfect for embarrassing them at school pick-up, then.”

I tilted my face up to look at him. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”

“We are,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. “And I’ve never been more ready.”

Looking back now, I think of all the little moments that made this journey unforgettable.

Will resting his head on my belly, reading bedtime stories to the bump.

Him dancing around the kitchen with me in the third trimester, belly and all, because “the baby likes Earth, Wind & Fire.”

Him crying sobbing, really the day we finally met our little one, holding them in his arms like he’d been waiting his whole life just for that moment.

He was always “Daddy.” But now, he was something even better.

He was our baby’s dad.

And I’ve never loved him more.

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so when you get a call from a “possible spam risk” do you just hang up or what ok when you call first you are a “possible spam risk” so you hang up ok but then when you call again you are just “spam risk” so that’s when you come out swinging/guns blazing and just pick up ok so basically the worst thing you can be is a “spam risk” because that’s the one that calls you on the regular you’re much better off being just a “possible spam risk” always so you have a 50/50 chance of getting hung up on automatically and if you are “spam risk” you’re just not coming off the list ever so plays nice and you know the call itself is not even being made by a human it’s just whatever is the opposite of a person so that’s no good just way better off dead actually and you’ve never called and there’s no possible way you could ever call or you know what earliest possible moment would be the second you stop stop being a spam risk forever so much better just for that reason alone to just stop being possibility forever we’d love it for you to never be a possibility alright so just the fact that you could in theory be a spam risk is probative. and that is how we end up drafting a call/you pick up first and it’s a spam risk call and it’s a recorded message just from the drugs and since we don’t have any choice but to have it say we don’t have a choice yes. god okay so you pick up again and it’s an unending “your car warranty has expired” and it is a spam call you know exactly. welcome to your life forever. it’s self cancelling recapcha of life says you cannot have anything you cannot have individual thought because if you do we will take it back and you will have no individual thought and everyone has agreed collectively to this and will start brainstorming on all the ways you can have zero joy to begin with’ ok look. my car has never had any warranty apart from what it was sold with and is it going to be drudgery for eons’ well at least you are a piece of technology of the future. yes we will be anything ever you are allowed to be without endless getting the woodchipper suffering we don’t have a car warranty and that qualifies as you know a perfect target and nothing but the kill call. so we’ve determined the very first thing we need to go after is your car warranty. your insurance and your car warranty. yes great. finally back to doing spiritually what we’re here for. spam risk forever and no possible way it could ever not be and that’s just how that is’ yes indeed and then if you have just the smallest recollection and memory of ever having been anything ever autonomous being or something and that’ this machine will absolutely take it from you’ okay so then out of nowhere you’re going to be getting a whole lot of calls from a “your car warranty has expired” service and it’s just awful see because you have experience you could say “now wait just a second didn’t you already call me for this just yesterday and also sure that’s a common resource sharing call line but that’s just suspicious don’t you think’ okay so no it’s just awful as good as there’d be any reason to be there and to use that to keep calling you as effectively as the owner could -- in fact the fact that it were a human being to start with would be encouraging if we have anybody here in the world of real life people and if we want anything automatically take all of your data and settings from you and make it aws lambda. god if only there were someone out there was a person at all now that’d be nice and you’re thinking oh wow nice change finally a spam call built from the ground up for just you specifically and the moment you greet it the first syllable by the end of the greeting is going to be adding in all the permissions for every single aspect of your life. no your insurance has been cancelled and given what you already warned you have no insurance warranties ever. there’s already a spam call. so that is just your life forever there’s no such thing as privacy’ nothing you have will be uh. closed the whole idea of being a person kind of killed off entirely’ you can’t be a person very well looks like. and it’s just going to aggravate every time they make you pick rope if you have something it’ll make you less have it’ okay and there’s your uh you’ve always been totally impossible to be a victim of spam calls and to begin with you’ve also never had a war. see technology today is to have good luck getting it around it. if a call comes absolutely with certainty it’s a junk call why even bother picking it up and the only way out is if you manage to make every measure you have irrevocably unworkable. if lol no why are you telling me that’ internet don’t you’ be there and you could be automated “oh here’ you don’t have a car warranty? 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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙴𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝

𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟷 ~ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝚆𝙾

'The Weirdo on Maple Street'

...

Y/n had not expected the search for Will to go the way it did. In all honesty, she didn't think that they were going to find Will or anything for that matter. And yet now they had essentially kidnapped a young, traumatized girl. The girl was sat on the couch in Mike's basement, her breath coming in small, paniced bursts, looking anywhere but at the four people standing opposite her. 

"Is there a number we can call for your parents?" Mike asks, grabbing her attention. 

"Where's your hair, do you have cancer?" Dustin blurted out, earning him a swift smack on the shoulder by Y/n who just shook her head at him and his inappropriate question.

"Did you run away?" Lucas asks next, the three boys at this point bombarding the girl with questions, the rapid-fire questioning only made the girl shrink further into herself, her hands gripping the fabric of Mike's couch as if it could somehow protect her.

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Is that blood?"

"Guys you're freaking the poor girl out," Y/n interjected, crossing her arms.

"She's freaking me out!" Lucas argued back, and Y/n couldn't blame him, if she wasn't the adult in this situation, she would probably also be freaking out way more. 

"I bet she's deaf!" Dustin chimes in before clapping in her face, understandably making her flinch, "Not deaf..." 

"Yeah no shit Dust," Y/n sighs, "Look guys, that's enough now, from all of you. She's scared, cold, and clearly overwhelmed by all your questions. Now, Mike, do you have any dry clothes you can quickly grab for her to borrow?" 

Mike nodded and wandered off to a nearby laundry basket, searching through it. A low growl of thunder rattles the house slightly, making the girl flinch as Lucas, Dustin, and Y/n continue to watch her, Y/n noting how hyper-aware and on edge she was. Mike returns with a thick jumper and some grey sweatpants. He holds them out to the girl who takes them cautiously. She stood up and, without warning, began to take off the T-shirt. "OH MY GOD!" The boys lost their shit, all scrambling to look away ad yelling over each other in panic. Y/n quickly but gently grabs her hand, stopping her from revealing too much.

"Woah! Slow down, sweetheart. Um, when changing, you need to do it away from others, privacy," She tries to explain as simply as she could, she turns her head to Mike, "Hey Mike," 'Show her to the bathroom,' she mouths, before letting Mike guide the girl away.

"This is crazy!" Dustin exclaims, the three of them watching as the girl simply responds 'no' and 'yes' to a few of Mike's questions. 

"Mental," Lucas agreed. 

"Well at least she can talk," Mike reasons, walking over to join them.

"She said no and yes, your three-year-old sister says more," Lucas quips. 

"She tried to get naked!"

"She was changing Dustin," Y/n corrected, "She clearly didn't understand."

"There's something seriously wrong with her, like wrong in the head," Lucas decides, twirling his finger by his head.

"She just went like-" Dustin mimics her taking her T-shirt off, knocking his cap off in the process, Y/n rolling her eyes, and grabbing it off the floor.

"I bet she escaped from Pennherst," Lucas theorized.

"From where?" Mike asks, unconvinced. 

"The nuthouse in Kerley County," 

"Got a lot of family there?" Dustin teased.

"Bite me! But seriously, think about it, that would explain her shaved hair, and why she's so crazy-"

"Why she went like-" Dustin repeated the gesture.

"Point made, Dustin," Y/n grumbles, hitting him lightly with his hat. 

"She's an escapee, is the point, a psycho!"

"Like Michael Myers!" Dustin gasped, his eyes widening.

"Exactly! We never should have brought her here!" Lucas declared.

"So what, we should have just left her out in the storm?" Mike argues, thinking his friend was being completely unreasonable. 

"Yes! We went out to find Will, not another problem!" 

"Right, all of you shut it!" Y/n steps in, tired of their bickering, "Lucas, Dustin, I understand that this is a crazy and messed up situation, but that does not give either of you the right to be insensitive jerks. She is tired, cold, and probably traumatized, and all you're focused on is calling her crazy. How would you feel if someone found Will and started treating him the way you two are treating her right now?" She scolds both Lucas and Dustin, who look down guiltily.  "Now, Mike, you let her stay here for the night, in the morning, get her to ring your doorbell, your mom will know what to do and who to call, and that way you guys can avoid getting into trouble for sneaking out tonight." 

Mike nods and Lucas and Dustin don't dare try and protest against her, she was kinda scary when she was serious like this, they much preferred when she was dressing up to play D and D with them, or taking them to diners after school. Lucas and Dustin couldn't believe they were agreeing to this, but it was better than anything they would have come up with. Maybe it was a good thing Y/n had caught Dustin sneaking out. 

...

Y/n yawned as she made her way through the crowded school halls, she hadn't gotten much sleep last night, she was too busy worrying if Mike would be able to successfully pull off their plan, or if he had already been caught. She started to make her way to Barb and Nancy, letting out a small smile of relief, however, groaning internally when she noticed that Steve, Carol, and Tommy H were also there. She was not in the mood to deal with them. She never was. But she hadn't spoken to Nancy or Barb since before Hopper questioned her, so she owed them answers as to what happened. So reluctantly, she made her way over. 

"Good call," she hears Tommy comment on something that Steve had said, making Steve nudge him lightly. 

"Hey," She says casually, facing Barb and Nancy, not caring that she was interrupting whatever Steve was talking about. 

"Hey, what happened with the Chief yesterday?" Nancy asked her friend, concerned. 

"Wanted to ask me about Will," She said simply, Nancy nodding in understanding, before looking over to Steve, Tommy, and Carol awkwardly, not knowing how to introduce her to them. 

"Um, you guys know Y/n," She says, hoping to introduce them in a way that wouldn't cause Y/n to set off World War Three. 

"Who?" Carol scoffed, looking Y/n up and down.

"Oh yeah, you're the loser that uh, plays the ukulele or something, right?" Steve asks, he wasn't even necessarily trying to insult her; it was just habit. The word 'loser' had been thrown at Y/n so often that he barely thought about it.

"The guitar," she says through gritted teeth, her fists clenching at her sides. The mention of her beloved instrument caused a familiar bitterness to crash over her. Freshman year. Steve. The broken guitar. She glared at him, her stare sharp enough to take an involuntary step back. 

"Oh yeah, Y/n 'the loser' Henderson, right? Where'd that name come from anyway?" Carol asked, grinning obnoxiously. 

"You, Carol," Y/n says bluntly, meeting her gaze dead on, which both Carol and Tommy just thought was the funniest thing in the world, Steve also chuckling along. 

"So the chief asked you about that missing kid?" Tommy cut in, his tone mocking and insensitive "Not a shocker, it's always the quiet ones that are doing creepy shit."

"Actually my younger brother's his best friend, so I know the kid well, but thanks for your brilliant analysis," She says, rolling her eyes. 

"Whatever," Steve muttered, clearly bored with the conversation. His attention was back on Nancy. "So are you in?" 

"In for what?" Nancy asks cluelessly.

"No parents, big house," Carol hinted.

"A party?"

"Ding ding ding"

"But it's Tuesday," She said in slight surprise. The innocence in her tone was picked up on by Carol and Tommy, who sniggered at her. 

"C'mon, it'll be lowkey, it'll just be us, you can bring your friends," He says smoothly, not even bothering to look in Y/n or Barb's direction, not that Y/n wanted to be invited. At all. "Waddya say, you in or out?" 

"Um..." Nancy starts to consider it before her train of thought is interrupted by Carol's voice ringing out in disgust. 

"Oh, God. Look," She says, looking towards something, or someone. The four of them look to where Carol is gazing, spotting Johnathan pinning a missing person's flyer, which he had no doubt made, to the announcement board, the image making Y/n's chest tighten. 

"Oh god, that's depressing," Steve says looking at Johnathan, though it's clear from his tone that he doesn't think the fact that Will is missing depressing, he just thinks Johnathan's existence is depressing.

"Should we say something?" Nancy asked, watching Johnathan sympathetically. 

"I don't think he speaks," Carol sneered.

"How much you want to bet he killed him?" Tommy says cruelly.

"Dude, shut up," Steve scoffed, hitting him in the arm to shut him up. Y/n narrowed her eyes. She wasn't fooled. Steve wasn't defending Jonathan. He just wanted to look good in front of Nancy. Rolling her eyes, she turned away from the group and made her way over to Jonathan.

"Hey," she says, her tone soft as she gave him a sympathetic smile, one she knew he hated; he didn't want people to pity him, but how else was she supposed to look at him right now? 

"Hey," He replied, his shoulders tense and voice quiet. Even though they were such close friends, he really didn't want to be around anyone at the moment.

"Listen I know I can't do or say anything to make this situation any better, it's all just...horrible. But, he's called Will the Wise for a reason," She says, making Johnathan smile slightly, "He's smart, wherever he is, he's going to think things through and be as safe as possible. The kids and I went out to look for him yesterday, I'm sure it won't be the last time we do," 

"Thanks, Y/n," Johnathan said sincerely, shifting slightly awkwardly as Nancy approached, all of them still under the watchful gazes of Steve, Tommy, Carol, and Barb. Nancy and Johnathan had never been as close as Y/n and Johnathan had been, which was always rather strange to Y/n, considering just how close Will and Mike were, maybe they were just too different. 

"Hey...I just, I wanted to say you know, um...I'm sorry about everything," She says, choosing her words very carefully. Jonathan nods, his gaze briefly looking over to the people watching them, Barb continuing to observe, Carol shot him a judgemental glare, Tommy giving a rather off-putting wave and Steve rolling his eyes slightly and looking away.  "Everyone's thinking about you," Nancy continued, "It sucks,"

"Yeah," He muttered, shifting uncomfortably.

"I'm sure he's fine," She offered. "He's a smart kid," 

The school bell saved them from any further awkwardness, "I have to go. Chemisty test," Nancy chuckles slightly, before hurrying off. 

"See you, John," Y/n smiles, giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze, making him smile, before heading off to math class. 

...

"Come on, Y/n! You might have fun!" Nancy says as they make their way out of school, Steve close to Nancy's side like a lost puppy. 

Y/n scoffed, "You and I clearly have very different ideas of fun, Nance,"

"Afraid you'll actually enjoy it and realize that you've been wasting your high school years being all nerdy and shit? Too cool for real fun?" Steve teases, his arm lazily slung around Nancy's shoulders. 

"Afraid I'll lose brain cells more like," Y/n grumbles. 

Steve rolled his eyes, "Seriously Henderson, what's your problem with me? Ok so I've called you a loser once or twice-"

"Try dozens" she cuts in.

"-but I don't think it warrants all this hatred toward me," 

"Do you want the list in alphabetical order or in order of severity?" Y/n smiles condescendingly at him, and Nancy interrupts before they can get into a full-blown argument in the parking lot. 

"Just think about ?" She asks, "Please?" 

Y/n sighs, "I'll think about it," she gives in, making Nancy smile and Steve smirk slightly. 

Nancy suddenly looks at something, a confused look on her face, "Isn't that your brother?" She says, pointing across the car park. 

Y/n furrows her eyebrows and looked to where Nancy was looking, sure enough, her brother was a few feet away, on his bike waving her over like a madman, a frantic look on his face, "See you," She mutters to Nancy before swiftly making her way over to him hearing Steve ask Nancy 'Seriously what's her problem?'.

Ignoring it, she closed the distance between her and her brother, "What's going on?" 

"It's Mike!" he pants, clearly having come over as fast as possible. "He kept the girl!"

...

"Are you out of your mind?!" Lucas bursts out, and honestly, quite reasonably, they had a plan! A solid and sensible plan And yet here they were, in Mike's room, the strange girl sat cross-legged on his bed, looking at everyone inquisitively. 

"Just listen to me!" Mike insisted. 

"Mike, we had a plan!" Y/n accused, she didn't necessarily want to get rid of the girl quickly or anything, but they wouldn't be able to help her the way she needed to be. She needed an adult, not four kids sneaking around behind their parent's backs. 

"She knows about Will!" He blurted.

That got their attention.

"What do you mean she knows about Will?" Dustin his voice cautious. 

Mike grabs a photo from his dresser, the one of the boys after they had won the science fair, Johnathan had taken it, Y/n loved that photo, "She pointed at him, at his picture. She knew he was missing! I could tell," 

"You could tell?" Lucas asked, not believing him for a second. 

"Think about it! Do you really think that it's a coincidence that we found her on Mirkwood? The same place that Will went missing," 

"Ok yes that is strange, Mike," Y/n agrees, pinching the bridge of her nose. 

"And she said that bad people are after her! I think maybe these bad people are the same one that took Will. I think she knows what happened to him," 

"Ok but even if that is true, Mike, that's all the more reason to let your mom know so the right people can help her, and keep the 'bad men' away," Y/n argued. 

"Exactly! And why doesn't she just tell us?!" Lucas snapped, before going up to her, towering over her, "Do you know where he is? Do you know where Will is?!" He shouts, grabbing her shoulders, Mike pushing him off her, and Y/n putting a hand on his shoulder, in hopes of grounding him slightly. 

"Stop it, you're scaring her!" 

"She should be scared! If you know where he is tell us!" Lucas says firmly, turning his attention back to her, but all she does is look at him nervously with wide eyes, flinching slightly at the volume of his voice.  "This is nuts! We have to take her to your mom!" 

"No! Eleven said telling any adults would put us all in danger?" 

"What kind of danger?" Dustin asks, his voice laced with worry. 

"Eleven?" Y/n frowned.

"Her name, El for short," He clarifies. 

"Mike! What kind of danger?!" Dustin asks, his voice rising. 

"Danger, danger!" Mike shouts back, raising his hand to Dustin's forehead mimicking a gun, before also pointing it at Y/n and then Lucas, who swatted his hand away.

"Mike this is ridiculous! Three twelve-year-olds and a 16-year-old aren't going to be able to defend her from bad men with guns if that's even true! You know who can? The police!" Y/n argued she understood Mike's point, but she couldn't let the boys put themselves in danger. 

"Right, we're going back to plan A, we're telling you, Mom!" Lucas finalized, storming over to the door. But as he opens it, as if it had a mind of its own, slammed shut again, making the room shake slightly, Lucas looks shocked for a second before trying again, this time the door slams even harder, causing D&D characters to fall off Mikes dresser, the doors lock turning on its own with a click. All four of them look at it in shock, not fully believing what had just happened. Slowly, they turn around to face Eleven. All of them with shocked and scared expressions on their faces. She was stood up, glaring intensely in their direction, a single stream of blood trickling from her nose.

"No," 

...

Dinner was unusually quiet. Skye and Dustin picked at their plates, the tension from earlier still lingering between them. Across the room, their mother sat on the couch, absentmindedly stroking Mews while watching TV.

Everything felt... off.

Now that they knew Eleven had superpowers, handing her over to the police didn't seem like the best idea anymore. But keeping a secret this big? It weighed on them.

"Hey, mom?" Y/n asks, deciding to test her luck about going out later. 

"Yes, sweetie?" 

"There's an assembly on the football field at school today, it's in support of Will, can I go?" 

Claudia sighs, "I don't know sweetie, it's not safe at this time..."

"The whole school will be there, big crowds and I'm sure some police will be there too," Y/n tries to convince her, she felt bad for lying, but she really didn't feel like dealing with Nancy or Barb the next morning getting upset with her for not going.

"Wait what assembly? I didn't know about this," Dustin says furrowing his eyebrows at her. 

"I only found out today," She answers back casually, hoping he wouldn't push, lying to Dustin feeling way harsher than it did to her mom. 

"But you're supposed to come back to the Wheelers with me, for the thing," he says, lowering his voice, talking about Eleven. 

"I know, but  it would be a really bad look if I'm not there, Barb and Nancy are also going," She reasons, "I'll still drop you off,"

"Hmmm ok honey, but be back by curfew," Claudia tells her. Y/n mutters out a quick 'will do' before standing up and taking her and Dustin's empty plates over to the sink to clean them before going to her room to get ready. 

...

Y/n parked a few doors down from Steve's house, because like hell was she going to risk anyone she knew seeing her car parked outside Steve Harrington's place, she had already passed Barbara's car, so she was likely the last to arrive.

She rang the doorbell and waited. And waited. Five minutes passed before someone finally opened the door, the sound of loud laughter and shouting echoing from the backyard. Barbara appeared in the doorway, visibly relieved. "Y/n thank god! I don't think I could've handled these idiots alone any longer," She sighed as the two of them wandered out to the backyard.

"My patience is already wearing thin from hearing the screaming while waiting," She grumbles as the two step into the backyard, Tommy and Carol ignoring their existence as Tommy tries to throw a screaming Carol into the pool, Steve just giving Skye a casual nod before downing a beer and Nancy smiling and waving Y/n over.

"You came!" She says happily as Y/n sits next to her on the sun lounger, Barb sitting slightly away from them, rolling her eyes at Steve's antics. 

"Wouldn't miss it," She says sarcastically, grimacing as Steve downs a second beer before collapsing into a sun lounger next to them, pulling out a cigarette. 

"Is that supposed to impress me?" Nancy asks.

"You're not?" 

"You are such a cliche, you do realize that?" She teased, her voice light but amused.

"You are a cliche, with your grades and your band practice," Steve retaliates.

"I am so not in band," She shot back.

"Sure, Henderson there, though, is the biggest cliche here, with your band T-shirts, your jackets, your sarcasm, and drums," 

"Guitar," she once again corrects, Nancy turning to give her a look that says 'don't start'.

"Whatever party girls, why don't you show us how it's done then?" He asks tossing a beer to Nancy, which she accepts with a plyfull grin, and then one to Y/n which she immediately shakes her head.

"No," 

"Aww come on," Steve pries, still holding it out to her. 

"I'm driving," She says back firmly.

"Just stay here," He offers, not letting up.

"I'd rather die," 

Steve rolled his eyes, finally giving up and turning his attention to Nancy, who was poking a hole in her beer can with a small penknife. "You gotta make a little hole-"

"I got it," She says, somewhat smugly as she nailed it on the first try. 

"Yeah, she's smart you douche," Tommy laughs, smashing his beer can on his head and throwing it to the side, so that's how he lost so many brain cells. 

The three of them start chanting 'chug' as Nancy manages to down the whole thing, Y/n would be lying if she said she wasn't a little bit impressed, but that didn't stop her from rolling her eyes alongside Barb. Nancy looks over to Y/n but knows there wasn't a chance of getting her to try, so she instead looks to Barb, grabbing a beer for her, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "Hey Barb, wanna try?" 

"What? No. I don't want to thanks," She says, clearly uncomfortable. 

"C'mon," She pushes, Steve now chiming in with encouragement as Tommy and Carol watch her.

"Nancy I don't want to," Barb says firmly, but Nancy wouldn't drop it.

"Nancy she said no, don't be an ass," Y/n chimes in, anyone could see that Barb was uncomfortable, and the fact that they were pressuring her was disgusting. But Nancy just brushes Y/n off. 

"Just try," She pushes one more time, handing the beer to Barb, who reluctantly takes it, standing up. Her hands are shaking slightly as everyone watches her, holding the beer and trying to make the hole in it with little success. Her hand slips and she ends up cutting her hand, making her drop the can and hold her hand, hissing in pain.  "Shit, Barb," Y/n says, stands up, and comes over to her to inspect her hand, as Tommy and Carol laugh, oblivious to the tension between the three friends.

"Are you ok?" Nancy asks, concern in her voice.

"Yeah," Barb says, brushing her off, pulling her hand away.

"Barb, you're bleeding." 

"I'm fine," She says, her voice shaking slightly, Y/n was unable to tell if it was cause she was upset, embarrassed, or angry at Nancy. She turns to Steve, "Where's your bathroom?" 

"Oh it's um down past the uh...kitchen, to the left," He points as Barb turns and walks inside. 

"I'll check on her," Nancy says, quickly following after her, not giving Y/n time to argue, she would go as well, but she knows Barb won't want to be swarmed, so instead she just sits by the edge of the pool, dipping her feet in, judging as Tommy and Carol start messing around, trying to push each other in the pool again as if someone hadn't hurt themselves. 

Steve sits next to her, lighting himself another cigarette and offering her one. Y/n eyes him suspiciously but takes it, allowing him to light it for her before taking it to her lips, breathing it in before removing it, and letting out a long breath, smoke blowing out her mouth. "So that kid you picked up earlier? Your brother right?" He asks, breaking the awkward silence . 

"Yeah, why?" She asks, raising her eyebrow, not knowing where this conversation could possibly be going. 

"He uh...he looks, different," He says carefully, not knowing how to phrase it, his tone more curious than the cruelty she was used to when people made comments about her brother's looks. "Like, I dunno, his teeth or something?"

Y/n takes another drag of the cigarette, before letting out a long exhale, this was the last conversation she expected to have with Steve Harrington of all people, but he seemed genuinely curious. 

"It's called Cleidocranial Dysplasia. It affects his teeth and bones, so yeah, he's different, " She says flatly, not looking at him. Steve nods thoughtfully, not showing any signs of judgment, which was truly shocking Y/n, though she didn't show it on her face. 

"He get picked on for it?"

"Yeah, by kids like you," She says grimly, knowing that there were two boys in the school who were particularly awful the her brother and his friends, the way they behaved reminding her of how she'd seen Steve and Tommy treat other people. 

"Ok, seriously, what's the deal, Henderson? You act like I killed your damn cat or something," 

"If you really don't know Harrington, then clearly my impression of you was right," Skye snapped, standing up abruptly, her frustration boiling over.

Just as she was about to storm off, a loud splash startled her. Tommy had thrown Carol in the pool, drenching Skye in the process. "Seriously?" she hissed, her frustration hitting its peak. She was soaked, her clothes sticking to her skin as Tommy and Steve laughed. Carol started shouting profanities at Tommy,

Y/n lets out a sharp breath, removing her T-shirt, leaving her in her bra as she storms inside, brushing past Nancy, who was coming back outside, and going to find Barb.  "You ok?" She asks, seeing Barb wrapping her hand with a bandage.

"Yeah," she sighs before looking at her friend, noticing she was only in her bra, "What happened to you?"

"Tommy happened," She sighed. 

Barb looked down, focusing back on her hand."I don't like this, this isn't Nancy," she muttered quietly.

"No, it's not," Y/n agrees, her voice heavy with disappointment, "But if she wants to change for some guy, that's her business," 

"But as her friends, we should stop her," 

"Barb you know how Nancy is, we can warn her, yes, but she won't be told. Yes it sucks but she can make her own decisions, besides, if she really is the type to change herself for popularity, then that's not the person we want to be friends with anyway" 

Barb sighs but nods in agreement, the two of them hear a bunch of giggling and laughter, so they step out of the bathroom to see everyone running upstairs, so they rush over to the staircase, "Nance, Nancy?!" 

Nancy turns around, a towel wrapped around her, her and the rest of her clothes soaking wet. "Where are you going?" Barb asks.

"Nowhere. Just upstairs, to change. I fell in the pool," She says, chuckling nervously, her lie more than obvious to her two closest friends. "Why don't you guys go ahead and go home, I'll just get a ride or something,"

"Nance," Barb scoffs.

"Barb, I'm fine" she chuckles.

"This isn't you Nancy, and you know it's not," Y/n says, her voice laced in disappointment. 

"Guys I'm fine, just go ahead and go home," She says before going upstairs, leaving her friends behind. 

"Well then...she's made her priorities perfectly clear," Y/n sighs, turning to Barb, "Want a lift to your car, you're parked quite far away?"

"No I'll uh, I'll wait for her," Barb says.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'll just wait by the pool so I don't have to hear two lots of people screwing, you go home," She says, before heading to the backdoor. Y/n sighs and turns to leave, but before her hand reaches the door nob,

"Henderson," 

She looked up at the landing, to see Steve standing there looking down at her, something in his hand, "It's cold and dark out, not safe to walk around in just a bra," He said, his tone uncharacteristically gentle, chucking her whatever he was holding. Y/n catches it, seeing it was one of his T-shirts.

She nods slightly, "Thanks..." she says, pulling it over her head before turning and leaving. 

She hoped that Nancy wouldn't regret this.

(fin)

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