#henry danger update

[thingsphoenix21]

*Persephone going back to the Olympus*

Persephone: Sorry it took me...

Dionysus: Oh Seph! You never believe what happened.

Persephone; No, I know.

Dionysus: There's a musical curse over the olympus.

Persephone: Yeah I Know.

Dionysus: And you never believe who did it.

Persephone: Apollo.

Dionysus: Apollo.

Persephone:Yeah, I know.

Dionysus: Oh Seph, you never believe how he did it.

Persephone: The clouds...

Dionysus: He took control of the clouds and put a weir-

Persephone: A weird frequency and know we have to sing.

*Persephone sighs*

Persephone: Dio

Dionysus: Yeah?

Persephone: Thanks for filling me in.

[xostomachaches]

idk guys i think my double face looks kinda off

[lee-pines]

Arbitrary Fate- Chapter 3 Plan A

Chapter 3 is here!

Hope you enjoy!

The Man Cave was alive with activity for the first time in years. Jasper, Piper, and Charlotte were all there. Each was able to take off their last few weeks of classes, making up family emergencies. They were to take their finals online.

Finals, however, were the last things on their mind. They paced around, talking amongst each other. They did whatever they could. Charlotte was on a tablet while Piper sat with Captain Man. Jasper accessed Schwoz by wiring up Christopher.

“Do you understand the plan?” Charlotte asked, typing on her tablet.

“I-I think so,” Christopher said as he licked his lips. This was not how he was expecting his morning to go. The day after he told Captain Man everything, he received a call from the man himself. He had no idea how he got his number, but nonetheless he received the call telling him to go to a random street. Once he was there he was… kidnapped. He was pretty sure that he was kidnapped and brought to the Man Cave. Everyone instantly started to talk to him, telling him the plan. Each person had a part as if it was planned out.

From what he understood, they wanted him to go back to Extra Space Storage and tell Drex that he was interested in joining him. While there, he would be wearing special glasses with a camera in between the eyes. This would allow for the group here to get a layout of the basement, and create a rescue plan.

When he pointed out that this plan could take a while, Captain Man said “Tell me about it.” while the youngest girl- Piper he thinks her name was- said that she did not care how long it took. They were going to get Kid Danger back one way or the other. They would try this way first.

They could always go to plan B which, apparently, was a raid.

“You either know or you don't,” Captain Man said sternly.

“I know. I know the plan,” Christopher said, injecting as much confidence in his voice as he could. It was not convincing enough.

Captain Man shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“C’mon, R- Captain Man,” the young man stammered. Jasper. That was his name. It reminded Christopher of Casper.

“He’s the only option we have right now,” Charlotte said, walking over to him. “Drex knows all of us,” she indicated to everyone in the room. “And Christopher already has an in.”

Captain Man stood, marching over toward. He pointed toward his chest, “You cannot give any indication that you are working with us. Drex is dangerous and smart. He will suspect something if you slip once.”

Christopher nodded his understanding. “I got it. No crying, no flinching. None of that.”

Ray still hated it. As angry as he could be with Christopher, he was just a kid, no older than the other kids here. He did not ask for this, he just stumbled upon it. He was currently going above what anyone could expect of him. Charlotte was right, however. He was their only in. The only safe way that they could get Henry back. They needed to get Henry back as safe and sound as possible.

So, Captain Man nodded. “Good,” he waved him off, “now go. You know what to do.”

…

Henry did not know how long he was in his room for. He was fed twice, so he knew that it was at least two days. Two days with nothing to do but wait and sit in his pain was not abnormal.

Henry spent that time daydreaming. He fantasized about somewhere safe. Someplace where he was surrounded by people who liked him and did not hurt him. Dad was there. Dad never hurt him. He still hung out around the edges of the fantasy. Just on the outskirts while he watched movies with his friends or talked to them.

Henry was rudely taken out of his fantasy when his door slammed open. Henry flinched, looking up to see Drex. The goggles and mask dangled from his normal hand casually.

“Hello, Sir,” Henry whispered, bowing his head the way he was supposed to.

“Good morning, Sweetheart,” Drex said gently. He walked over to Henry, grabbing his cheek and rubbing his thumb on his cheekbones. Henry tensed but did not dare back away. He was not allowed to. He had learned very quickly that a nice touch could turn painful, especially when he did something bad.

He knew the rules. He was supposed to obey. No matter what. He was not allowed to do anything before he received permission. That included eating, moving, or speaking. He was to clean anything he was told to and take any beating anyone wanted to give him.

Drex removed his hand, standing to his full height. Despite only being a couple of inches taller than him, Henry always felt so small. Drex was a giant and he was a simple broonie. Only he was not given food in return for his efforts.

Drex snapped in his face. Henry’s head snapped up to look at Drex’s face. He was still smiling. Henry sighed in relief and waited for his next direction.

“So stuck in your own head, hu?” Drex asked.

Drex wanted an answer. What answer, Henry was not sure. So, he said “Sorry, Sir.” He was still quiet. He was not allowed to be loud. Drex did not like it.

“No more of that daydreaming,” Drex ordered. “Too stupid for all that anyway.”

Henry nodded though he did not know if he agreed. He was supposed to agree with everything that Drex said. Sometimes he did not. He would never let Drex know that.

“Stand,” Drex ordered shortly.

Henry instantly listened, but he was slower than he normally was. He had not moved much in a couple of days. He was stiff. Drex did not care. Never did. All that mattered was that he was too slow.

Drex pushed him down harshly onto the mattress. A gasp of pain escaped him as his head bounced off the wall. Without thinking, he rubbed the back of his head. Tears filled his eyes that he did not allow to drop. If he cried over this, Drex would just make everything worse.

Drex slapped his hand away from his head with his clawed hand, causing pain to blister as Drex scratched him. Drex then felt the back of his head with a hum. He pressed down on a particularly tender spot. Henry hissed softly, but did not protest any further.

“You’ll be alright,” Drex dismissed. This time he grabbed the top of his right arm and forced him up to his feet. Henry knew better than to try and fight. Drex was already angry. No need to make him anymore.

Once he was on his feet, Drex said, “Good, was that so hard?

Henry shook his head with a gulp, hoping that he was doing the right thing.

“Now, we’re going to have a fun day,” Drex said.

A shiver ran through Henry’s spine. A “fun day” was never fun for him. He would be hurt. A lot. Henry took a shaky breath, but he did not let himself show his fear. That would just make everything so much worse.

“I’m going to put this on you,” Drex explained slowly as if he was talking to a small child. He shook the goggles. He would not be allowed to see today. That was okay. Henry did not like to see all the people Drex had with him. They were scary. Hearing them was bad enough. They always laughed at him.

“I don’t want to have to put your mask on, but I will if I have to” Drex said, once again patting his face. “I want to hear you scream pretty.”

“Yes, Sir,” Henry said shakily.

Henry did not fight the goggles. He never did. Drex tightened the strap around his head too tight. It was uncomfortable and he would likely have a headache by the time they were done. Those were the least of his worries, however. He was going to be hurt badly today.

‘Just take it,’ Henry thought to himself. ‘Don’t try to protect yourself. That will just make everything so much worse.’

“Good,” Drex said as if he could read his thoughts. He grabbed the nape of his neck with his clawed hand. Henry could feel warm blood trickle down his back. He did not react. Could not react as his mind race with the possibilities of what could happen.

“Now walk.”

…

Henry was taken over one hundred steps to the left. Henry’s stomach dropped. He knew what was going to happen now. Drex explained that sometimes his goons would get stressed. A punching bag was the perfect way to get stress out.

He was the punching bag.

Henry heard his heartbeat in his ears as his breathing became labored. He did not want to. He really, really did not want to.

He did not realize that he was shaking his head until Drex pulled his hair, forcing his head back. “You do not get to say no. That’s the first lesson you learned. Remember?”

Henry nodded although he did not remember. It was like the rules were implanted in his mind at some point. He knew them, but he did not remember how he knew them. Maybe that was for the best.

Drex let go of his hair, and they continued to walk twenty more steps. A squeaky door was opened and left open. Ten more steps. The footsteps echoed. The room was empty.

“Hold your arms up,” Drex ordered.

Henry instantly listened. He did not want another correction. Freezing cuffs were wrapped around his wrists and ankles. He was not going anywhere. Just want Drex wanted.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

“Drex, there is someone here for you,” a female voice said. Dahlia. She was Drex’s favorite, so she got away with interrupting him.

“Who?”

“That guy- Christopher I think.”

“Tell him I’ll be right there,” Drex said. There was a pleased tone about his voice. Heels clicked on the ground as Dahlia walked away.

“You wait right here,” Drex said, patting his cheek. “I’m sure our new friend will enjoy this.”

‘Great,’ Henry thought to himself as he heard Drex’s footsteps walk away. ‘A new friend.’

[hyperfixated-on-hensper]

Ya'll I just posted a new chapter of 'The Secret'

[thecustomcosplayed]

hi my little customers :) So! I have a bit of an annoucement to make. No, it’s nothing bad, I promise. But I’ve got a bit of a project I’m working on right now! It’s not like.. an actual project or something, but it is a fanfiction!

Currently, I’m working on an AU for my Danger Force fans out there. It’s (hopefully) gonna be a pretty big thing, and I’m working on it basically as I post this. Chapter one is in the makes, at about 950 words, but I plan to make it much more.

I’ve already made a doc for background info, and I tend to post something for it soon. This fic will be posted on my AO3, TheCustomCosplayed. I am not sure when the first chapter will come out, but it will be coming! For those wondering, it’s an aged up AU (not by a huge amount, they’re in their early 20s in this), where the four move into an apartment and become roommates. They still have their powers, however, but they’ve never met before (minus Mika and Miles), so they have to try and hide their powers from each other. I’ll post the summary sooner or later, so we’ll see how it goes! I probably won’t be posting as much because of this. I am extremely excited for this, but it is just me working on it. If anyone would like to beta the first chapter when I’m done with it, that would be amazing. You can message me on here and I can give you my discord if you want. Anyways! I hope everyone else is having a wonderful day, and NO this does not mean I’ll be quitting my other fandoms or anything, I’ll just be focusing on Danger Force more, so expect several waves of content for the show (I will still be posting for other fandoms, please don’t worry!)

[jasperandhenryslovechild]

COMIC CON TIME BROOSSS🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️

[three-drink-amy]

They Take Their Shots, We’re Bulletproof

Updating Mondays and Thursdays

Alex is desperate for a new job. When he sees an opening with the Crown, he applies, hoping for the best.

Henry is in need of a new bodyguard. His equerry presents him with an unconventional option: an American.

Henry has never felt so safe with a bodyguard. Alex has never felt so comfortable with a charge. But what happens when their chemistry is undeniable? Are they in more danger if their professional and personal lines are blurred?

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen | chapter sixteen | chapter seventeen | chapter eighteen | chapter nineteen

chapter twenty

[anniebeemine]

Hey! Welcome to my humble corner of the internet. Quick facts about me: I am 23, a college student in the American Midwest region. I haven't been super active in the fanfic world in a few years so my skills are a little rusty.

My blog is a place for anyone. I'm always willing to talk and have a good time. My anons are open for anything!

Requests are Open!! (updated 9/23/24)

Spencer Reid One-Shots (* denotes smut/sexual content)

An Old Friend

Cocktail Hour*

Three's Company

Taking Matters Into Our Own Hands

All Apologies*

Sacrifices (xstudent!reader, non-romantic relationship)

Blue Velvet

Birthday Blues

Genius 2.0, part two

Baby Fever*, part two, part three

Mom’s Night Out

Shut Up and Drive*

You Didn’t Come

Pavlov Would Have A Field Day With You*

Bad Idea, Right?* (my personal favorite)

Ride

Nesting Mode

Isn't That Sweet?*, part two

Nailed It*

Stress Relief*

Too Drunk To Drive

Laid*

Blame It

Back Home Again

Kiss Me, Kiss Me

Challenges (x deaf!reader)

Lucky Ones

Thursday Night Date Night

Some Days Are Diamonds, Some Days Are Stone

I <3 My Boyfriend*

Pink Roses

Vanilla*, Part Two*, Part Three*

The Gift

Syllabus Day

Vacation

Sawyer and Spencer

Rocky Mountain High

Kissing Someone Else

Mine

Hung Up

Count Your Luck

Mild

Spoiled

Satisfied*

Who I'd Be

I Can Dream About You*

You're The One

Champagne Coast

What Do We Do Now?

The Lunch Press

Subtle

Relax

Line My Eyes and Call Me Pretty*

It's Better To Ask For Forgiveness

The Most Dangerous Game*

More Than A Woman

Spencer In The Bathroom

Amusing For Who?

Comfort, pt.2

Untitled- Blinded Reader

All In

Blurbs

Spencer trying to get his son to wear shoes

First day nerves

Munch!Spencer*

Tell It To My Heart

How Stupid

Spencer Doesn't Stop You From Walking Out

Manhandling*

can you feel my love?/ rising with the heat above

Secrets

Depressed Spencer finds his light

Spencer's daughter says she wants mommy

Spencer cleans your glasses

Morning domestic bliss + peek a boo w/ a baby

Requests

Spencer assures you that you're not just a listener

Reader shows Spencer their new tattoo

Singer!Reader pt. 2

Spencer's gf goes undercover

Interrupting Spencer with kisses

Chef Reader

Reader and Spencer become Henry's godparents

Reader is a klutz and everyone thinks she's in trouble

Spencer comforts an overwhelmed reader

Spencer's teen daughter has a boyfriend, part two

Reader owns a coffee shop named after Spencer

Reader is feeling burnt out

Pushing the Reader away because of his addiction

Reader gets a breast reduction

Energy Drinks

Reader has a hysterectomy (breeding kink)*

Series

It Takes A Village: When Naomi comes into his life, Spencer has no clue about fatherhood

Untitled Crossover

[worth-the-chaos]

Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Chapter 17

Chapter Summary: After finding out more information about Vecna, you and your friends prepare for the worst, and tensions rise as you mentally prepare for the possibility of a future without you in it.

Content Warning: swearing, general angst, mentions of sex (like nothing graphic or explicit), Jason being a dick, Upside Down scary shit, existential dread

Word Count: 7.7k

Author’s Note: Hey guys! I’m so sorry that this took so long for me to get written! I am home for summer now, so I’m hoping to have some more down time to write, so hopefully the next chapter won’t take so long! I also am curious as to what you guys think I should do with the story regarding the fact that season 5 isn’t out yet…should I go on hiatus until season 5 drops or would you rather me write an ending with season 4?

Message me to be added to the taglist and get updated when the next chapter is posted! I highly recommend this if you want to keep up with the story since I don’t do regular updates!

Series Masterlist | Part 16 | Next Part

***

Steve felt your body go limp as you dropped the makeshift rope, your head lolling backwards as you collapsed towards him. His heart stopped as he swiftly set you down on the floor next to him, pulling back to look at you.

He felt sick to his stomach when he noticed the way your eyes were rolled into the back of your head, and he felt like he was suffocating on the ash that drifted in between the two of you.

“Y/n,” he shook your shoulders, desperation lacing his voice. You didn’t respond, the only indication that you were still there was a slight whimper that escaped your parted lips. He shook you more aggressively and felt like he could vomit at the way your body caved to inertia.

You were somewhere else.

“Y/n, baby—stay with me!” Steve shouted, his voice cracking as fear invaded his tone, “Wake up, y/n! Wake up!”

His eyes were welling with tears and he felt like his legs were going to give out as panic began to fill his chest. He felt like he was drowning. You had always been his lifeline and he felt like he was watching you fade from existence. Blood started to drip from your nose, and he gently wiped it away, breaking down at the sight of it.

“Come on, y/n,” he sobbed as he pulled you closer, trying to shield you from the dangers of this strange world. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispered into your neck as he buried his head there, placing a small kiss against your skin.

He heard arguing above him, and his attention was momentarily pulled back towards the world he was trying desperately to get you back to.

“Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles—Music! We need music!” Robin’s voice rang out, and he heard the clatter of mixtapes falling to the floor.

“This is music!” Eddie shouted back.

Suddenly, Steve remembered the walkman in your pocket, and his fingers furiously pulled at the ziplock bag. His hands were shaking and he cursed himself as he struggled to get the bag open. He placed the headphones over your ears, hitting play and turning the volume up. He could hear the music faintly playing and watched as your eyes continued their rapid movement side to side underneath your eyelids.

He held his breath, hoping that something—anything—would change, and he thought the world was ending when it didn’t.

But then, suddenly, your eyes shot open as a gasp escaped your lips. You began falling backward and Steve barely had time to wrap his arms around your back to slow your fall, dropping to the floor with you.

You panted and your whole body trembled at the horrors you just witnessed. Vecna—or more accurately Henry Creel’s voice still rang in your ears as you hyperventilated, trying to push the images aside. As you began to settle, another voice filled your consciousness.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’m right here,” you looked up to see your boyfriend’s big brown eyes staring down at you with concern and love and all the words he still had yet to say to you.

Your terrified expression broke into one of great sadness as tears began to fall down your face while sobs wracked your tired frame.

“Sweetheart,” Steve’s voice was a whisper as he wiped away your tears, neglecting the ones that were falling from his own eyes. He cradled your head in his hands and you melted at his touch. In this moment, it was just the two of you; nothing else mattered and nothing else existed.

You took in the sight of Eddie’s denim vest draped over his shoulders, your eyes drifting to his bare arms and the blood and dirt caked against his skin. “We have to get out of here,” you whispered, your fingers gripping into his bicep.

With that, Steve swiftly stood up, and helped you back onto the makeshift rope. You felt his hand on your ass as he pushed you up, trying to quicken the pace at which you climbed. You saw the way your friends stared at you from the real world, concern lacing their features. As you crossed the threshold between the Upside Down and your world, you felt your stomach drop as the gravity switched directions. Your heart jumped to your throat as you free fell for a moment before hitting the springy mattress with the questionable stains.

You didn’t lie there for long before Robin grabbed your arm, pulling you to your feet and into the tightest hug she’d probably ever given you. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to cry at the horrors you’d just witnessed as you held on to her. You released a breath you didn’t even realize you’d been holding as you heard a soft thud behind you, knowing your boyfriend had made it safely out of the hell that you’d just been stuck in for far too long for your liking.

“We can stay at my house tonight,” Max spoke up and you broke away from Robin to face her, “my mom should be gone until tomorrow afternoon so we should be fine.”

And with that, you all quickly made your way over to Max’s under the cover of night. Once you got there, everyone spread out as much as possible in the small home to camp out to sleep and Steve and you curled up together on the floor in the living room.

You shut your eyes tight as you tried to tune out the ticking of a small clock on the living room shelf. You buried your face in the crook of Steve’s neck as you both drifted off into a restless sleep.

***

The next morning everyone gave you a bit of space and no one really talked much, giving you a bit of time to cool down from the events of the night before. When you were finally ready, you all huddled up in the living room and everyone waited with bated breath for you to explain what you saw.

You cleared your throat before you spoke up. “He…showed me things that haven’t happened yet. The most awful things. I saw a dark cloud spreading over Hawkins. Downtown on fire. Dead soldiers. And this…giant creature with…a-a gaping mouth, a-a-and this creature wasn’t alone; there were so many monsters—an army—and they were coming into Hawkins, into our neighborhoods…our homes.”

You could barely get some of the words out, taking a deep breath before you continued. “And then he showed me my parents, and-and you guys and you w-were all….” Your voice trailed off as a lump formed in your throat, unable to say the words, afraid that you would speak it into existence. Tears began streaming down your face and Steve was quick to try and ease your pain.

“Okay, but…he’s just trying to scare you, baby. Right? I mean, it’s not real,” he tried to be the voice of reason, but his tone showed his lack of confidence in the truth he was trying to present. The real truth was that none of you knew what was going on, what would happen next.

“Not yet,” you whispered through teary eyes, “but…but there was something else. He showed me gates. Four gates, spreading across Hawkins. They looked like the one outside Eddie’s trailer, but they didn’t stop growing, and this wasn’t Upside Down Hawkins, this was our Hawkins.”

You looked between your friends, each one’s face twisted with worry and fear. The kids all looked so much older, the weight of the world constantly on their shoulders aging them, causing them to grow up too fast. You pushed the thought down as you continued. “Four chimes. Vecna’s clock always chimes four times. He’s been telling us his plan this whole time.”

“Four kills, four gates, end of the world,” Lucas spoke up, elaborating on your explanation.

“If that’s true,” Dustin took over, “he’s only one kill away.”

You felt everyone’s eyes turn to you, and you shrank under their stares, knowing that you were next.

“Try them again, try them again,” Steve looked at Max and she rushed to the phone. Max fingers worried at the cord of the phone before she hung it back up and turned around.

“Rang a few times and then went to busy signal,” she announced.

“Maybe you punched it in wrong, just try again,” Steve pushed, desperation lacing his tone.

“I didn’t punch it in wrong,” Max rolled her eyes.

“Dude I think she knows how to use a phone,” Dustin defended the redhead.

Max dialed again anyway, hanging up the phone with a resounding clang before turning around with a look that screamed I told you so plastered across her face. “Same shit.”

“I told you, Joyce has this telemarketer job. She’s always on the phone, Mike’s always whining about it,” Dustin explained.

“Yeah, but the phone’s been busy for, what, three days now? That’s not Joyce. No way. Something’s wrong,” Max countered.

“Whatever’s happening in Lenora, it’s connected to all of this,” you spoke up. “But Vecna can’t hurt them…not if he’s dead. We have to go back to the Upside Down.”

Steve and Eddie both immediately voiced their disagreement, Steve standing to put his two cents in.

“Woah, woah, woah, let’s think this through,” he put his hands up in a pacifying way trying to calm down your impulsivity.

“What is there to think through?!”

“Y/n, we barely made it out of there in one piece!”

“Yeah, because we weren’t prepared! But this time we will be. We’ll get weapons and protection, we’ll go through the gate, we’ll find his lair, and we’ll kill him.”

“Or he’ll kill us!” Steve yelled back at you. “The only reason you survived is because he wanted you to. He’s not scared of us and I’ll be damned if I let him have a chance to hurt you again. No, not happening.”

He said the words with such finality, but you opened your mouth to argue with him again, anger boiling below the surface. Before you could speak, Robin spoke up.

“We learned something new about Vecna/Henry/One…He’s a number like Eleven, only a sick, evil, male, child-murdering version of her with really bad skin, but-but my point is, he’s super powerful. He could turn us inside out with the snap of his fingers, it is not a fair fight.”

“So why fight fair?” Dustin interjected, “he’s like Eleven but that gives us an upper hand. We know Eleven’s strengths and weaknesses. When El remote-travels, she goes into this sort of trance-like state. I bet the same is true of Vecna. When he attacks his next victim, I bet he’s back in that attic, physical body defenseless.”

“Defenseless? Yeah? What about the army of bats?” Steve gestured to the deep bruising around his neck from his last encounter with Vecna’s very present defenses.

“True. We’ll have to find a way past them. Distract them…somehow,” Henderson replied.

“And, uh, how do we do that exactly?” Eddie looked like he was damn near close to killing the boy.

“No idea. But once they’re gone, he doesn’t stand a chance. It’ll be like slaying sleeping Dracula in his coffin.”

“That all sounds good in theory, but there is no pattern to Vecna’s killings. I mean, at least not one that I can decipher. We don’t know when he’s going to attack next. We don’t even know who he’s going to attack next.” Robin countered.

“Yeah we do,” you spoke up, “I can still feel him. I ditch Kate Bush and I draw his focus back to me.”

“No way in fucking hell!” Steve was quick to cut across the room to approach you. “He’ll kill you!”

“I survived before, I can survive again…I-I just need to keep him busy long enough so that you guys can get into that attic.”

“There’s got to be another way,” Steve pleaded, grabbing your hands in his, his thumbs gently rubbing over the back of your hands.

“Maybe there is,” Dustin spoke up. “Y/n, other than last night—which was clearly just a scare tactic—the last vision you had was in the cemetery, right?”

“Yeah?” Your words came out as a question, not quite following the fast paced turning of the gears in the young genius’s mind.

“Well, then maybe he isn’t after you anymore…I mean, you basically found the antidote. He can’t get to you with that music playing, so maybe you don’t have to be bait at all…maybe he’s moved on to someone else.”

“That’s so highly hypothetical, Dustin. I mean, we’re not in a position where we can operate purely on a hunch!” Robin exclaimed. She wanted nothing more than for it to be true, for you to be safer than you had been, but it was too big a risk to take.

“Think about it! If Vecna was going to kill y/n, why didn’t he just do it last night? They all spent hours in the Upside Down yesterday, and he didn’t even try to get her until the very end to send a message! We’re all so convinced that Vecna isn’t scared of us, but maybe—even to just a small degree—maybe he is.”

“He’s always been two steps ahead of us,” you spoke up, your voice quiet but sure.

“Exactly! And I can’t help but think that he is expecting us to fawn over y/n, trying to keep her safe to prevent the end of the world while he’s just gearing up to cause it somewhere else.”

“I mean, I gotta say, that kind of makes a shit ton of sense,” Eddie supported the boy’s hypothesis.

“But what if we’re wrong?” Steve questioned. “What if we’re wrong and Vecna is still coming for her and she fucking dies? What then?”

“If we don’t do anything, it’s the end of the world either way; it’s just a matter of time,” you replied. You sounded so confident and your words seemed final. He knew you were stubborn enough that once you settled on something, there was no way that you were budging on it. It was something he loved about you—your pure grit, your determination—but he couldn’t help but hate it in this moment.

Eddie had moved across the small living room, pulling a thick phonebook from the highest shelf. He quickly thumbed through it and brushed past you, dropping it down on the table with a satisfying thud.

“Check this out. The War Zone,” he pointed to the bottom left corner of the page, “I’ve been there once. It’s huge…they’ve got everything you need for, uh…well, uh, killing things, basically.”

“Do you think fake Rambo has enough guns there? Is that a grenade? I mean how is any of this even legal?” Robin inquired, critiquing the advertisement in the phonebook.

“Well, lucky for us it is, so…this-this place is just far enough outside of Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of the main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops and, uh, angry hicks,” Eddie explained.

“If we’re trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn’t go to some store called the War Zone,” Erica spoke up.

“Normally, I’d agree with you but we need the weapons so I think it’s worth the risk,” Nancy replied. She sounded tired and you couldn’t help but feel the same. You wished you could just be young adults who had to worry about normal things like figuring out what you wanted to be, what you wanted to do with your lives. Not trying to determine if a calculated risk was going to get you killed.

“Is it worth the time though? It’ll take all day to bike there and back,” Dustin pointed out.

“Who said anything about bikes?” Eddie chimed in.

“You got some car we don’t know about?” Steve questioned.

“It’s not exactly a car, Steve. And it’s not exactly mine, but uh, it’ll do,” Eddie smiled and you knew you were all in for a hectic, chaotic time. “Hey, Red, uh you got a ski mask or a bandanna or something like that?”

And that’s how you all ended up sneaking around the trailer park following Eddie Munson in a Michael Myers mask…which somehow wasn’t the weirdest thing that this group has had to do for the sake of the greater good.

Eddie rounded the corner around an RV and slid open a side window before hoisting himself through it. Steve followed suit and helped pull you through the window, steadying you as you dropped very ungracefully into the vehicle.

Eddie began pulling at wires under the dash and Steve watched him work with a concerned confusion plastered across his face. “Where’d you learn how to do this?”

“Well, while the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hot-wire. Now, I swore to myself that I wouldn’t wind up like he did, but now I’m wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto. So yeah, I’m really living up to that Munson name.”

“Eddie, I’m not sure I love the idea of you driving,” you spoke cautiously as you leaned into Steve’s back to join the conversation happening at the driver’s seat.

“Oh, I’m just starting this sucker. Harrington’s got her, don’t ya big boy?” And just like that, the RV revved to life, and the owners of said RV began banging on the sides of it, screaming at you to get out. You felt bad, like really bad, but you kept reminding yourself it was for the greater good as Eddie and Steve swiftly switched places.

“It’s just a car,” Steve whispered to himself, trying to psych himself up before yelling back to the other passengers of the now stolen vehicle “everybody, hang on to something!”

“Drive, Steve! Drive!” Dustin’s voice rang out and he didn’t have to tell Steve twice, as he put his still bare foot on the gas, taking off out of the trailer park.

“Shit they look pissed,” Lucas pointed out, watching as the RV’s owners tried and failed to run after their vehicle.

“Well, it’s not every day that you lose your house and your car in one fell swoop,” you cringed at how awful your actions were, hoping that you’d somehow be able to return the RV undamaged but that was unlikely given your present predicament.

“Hold on, hold on, hold on!” Steve shouted, making a sharp turn. You nearly would’ve fallen out of your seat if it weren’t for Eddie’s quick reflexes as he grabbed at the collar of your shirt, pulling you back towards him.

What had you gotten yourselves into?

***

Everyone was asleep in the back, catching up from the eventful night that you had the day prior. Naturally, you couldn’t sleep, so you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat next to Steve, and you couldn’t help but feel wistful for the way it all felt so normal. You had fallen into a comfortable silence, until Steve broke it as he spoke up.

“You know, it’s silly, but I…I’ve actually…I always had this dream that I’d have this really big family. I’m talking, like, uh, a full brood of Harringtons, like five, six kids.”

“Six?!” You asked incredulously.

“Yeah, six of ‘em. Three girls, three boys…and-and every summer, I figured all of us Harringtons, we would pack into something like this and just…see the country. You know, the Rockies, Grand Canyon, maybe Yellowstone. And then end up in some beachside town in California, spend a week parked in the sand…learn how to surf or something.”

Your heart was beating a million miles a minute. You and Steve rarely ever talked about the future because everything always felt so precarious. The most you’d ever talked about was wanting to simply have one together. The fact that he’d been day dreaming about a life was almost too much for you to handle. You thought about Vecna and your visions and your headaches and your eyes began welling up with tears at the very real possibility that it would be someone else giving Steve the life that he wanted, the life he deserved.

“That sounds nice,” you whispered through your watery eyes.

“Baby,” Steve noticed your tears, reaching over and putting a hand on your thigh to comfort you. “What’s wrong?” There was a lump in your throat and you couldn’t quite get the words out, so Steve jumped in, trying to make you laugh. “I mean, I guess the six kids part is a bit much—a bit tear inspiring—so maybe I should’ve held that detail back, you know? I’ll work up to it once we already have a few little Harringtons of our own, what do you say?”

If it were under any other circumstances, his effort to make you smile would’ve paid off but instead, it just made you cry harder, considering this future that you were damn near sure you wouldn’t have.

Watching you react like that was sending Steve into a spiral. He wished he could go back and just keep his damn mouth shut because maybe you didn’t want that. Maybe you didn’t want a future like that with him. Hell, maybe you didn’t even want a future with him at all.

He knew that you loved him, but he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you were falling out of love. You had been through so much together, but this shit was so much fucking worse than what you’d been through before. Maybe you were realizing that he wasn’t the one for you…that he wasn’t enough. There’s nothing like a series of near death experiences to make someone rethink all their life choices.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, quickly getting up and moving to the back of the RV, needing some space. Robin had been awake and overheard the conversation the two of you had just had, her heart breaking for her best friends. She’d be damned if she let this blip break up her favorite couple, so just like that she gave Eddie a swift kick to the shins.

“Ow! Robin! What the fuck!” He exclaimed, the abrupt wake up something he was not happy about.

“We’re putting out fires okay? I need you to go talk to Steve and keep him from going fucking crazy.” This was a divide and conquer situation.

Eddie noticed the way you sat in the back corner, sniffling and staring out the window. “Trouble in paradise?” He asked.

“Yeah, but under these conditions, I’d hesitate to call it paradise.”

With that, Eddie made his way up to the front of the RV.

“What do you want, Munson?” Steve groaned, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he tried to keep his anger in check.

“Nice to talk to you too, Harrington,” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m just really not in the mood to fucking chat right now, okay?”

“You need to chill out man.”

Steve stared incredulously at the long haired freak in front of him. “Did you seriously just fucking say that to me? Munson, I’d like you to tell me how the fuck you think I should just chill out. It’s not like I’m barefoot, driving a fucking stolen RV to a store called fucking War Zone, and the world is fucking ending, not to mention my girlfriend is basically fucking dying…oh, and if we end up getting out of this shit storm okay, I think she’s going to dump me anyway…so forgive me for not being fucking chill.”

The words dripped like poison from his lips, but he kept his voice to a seething whisper so as not to upset you further. He could hear your soft sobs from the back of the RV and his heart ached as he tried to figure out where he went wrong.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Harrington?”

“What do you mean?” Steve answered Eddie’s question with a question.

“Like yeah, yeah, yeah, all that shit you listed is, well, pretty fucking shit…but there is no way in hell y/n is going to dump your ass.”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Steve rolled his eyes, aggressively flipping on his turn signal as he pulled up to another side street.

“I don’t think you know what the hell you’re talking about, man. I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people as in love as the two of you dipshits are, and considering you’ve faced the end of the fucking world more times than I can count, I’d say that your relationship outlook is pretty fucking solid.”

Steve sighed, debating whether or not he should open up to Munson. He didn’t really like Eddie all that much before all this shit, but he was learning that the metal head wasn’t as terrible as he thought. Besides, half of his hatred was no doubt misplaced jealousy over the fact that you had been tutoring him and spending extra time with him. Despite this, Steve decided to take the calculated risk of being vulnerable.

“We were sitting up here talking…and-and I just brought up how, in the future, it would be nice to have some kids of our own and pack up into an RV like this and travel the country…and…ugh, and then she just started crying! And, yeah I did say that I want like six kids—“

“Six kids?!”

“Yeah, it’s a lot, but that’s besides the point. And! And I made a joke about it, because yeah it is a fucking lot, but that just made her cry harder and I feel like the only explanation is that maybe she doesn’t fucking want that with me, and she just isn’t ready to rip off the band aid yet. I mean, I know we love each other, but maybe she’s realizing she doesn’t love me like that, you know?”

Eddie sat there quietly for a second considering what his newfound friend just said. I mean, Steve’s thought process did make sense, but Eddie thought back to the conversation you had with him; the one where you told him that you were pretty confident Steve was the one. Eddie swore himself to secrecy, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t put his two cents in.

“Look, there’s no way she doesn’t want to spend the rest of her life with you dude. She is head over fucking heels for you, trust me,” Eddie started out, “Besides, you guys haven’t been officially dating for that long anyway…I don’t see something happening in that short amount of time that would have caused her to change her mind like that. No way, man.”

“I don’t know,” Steve mumbled, and Eddie could tell he was holding something back.

“Spill it, Harrington,” when Steve looked at him hesitantly, Eddie rolled his eyes. “Dude, I’m a wanted man and the whole fucking town hates me. Who am I going to fucking tell? Besides, bro code and all that patriarchal shit.”

Steve looked over his shoulder. You were still locked in a pretty serious and hushed conversation with Robin, so he felt a bit better about the fact that you wouldn’t overhear what he had to say.

“If you tell anyone, I’ll fucking kill you myself, understand?” Eddie nodded, and Steve continued, “okay…we…um, you know how we broke into the high school to find all those files and shit?”

“Yeah…?” Eddie replied, not quite sure where this was going.

“Well, that night, y/n came back to my place to spend the night because she had her first vision and we needed to talk a lot out, and….well, and we had sex.” Steve whispered the last part so quietly it was barely audible.

Eddie stared at him like he was a fucking idiot. “Okay….? And….? You two have been dating for like eight fucking months. You had sex. I don’t get what the big deal is.”

Steve rolled his eyes, trying not to flush with embarrassment about giving Eddie Munson of all people the intimate details of his love life. “We had sex for the first time, okay? So yeah, it’s a pretty big fucking deal,” Steve defended himself.

Eddie looked absolutely dumbfounded. “So you’re saying that you, King Steve, have been dating a girl for eight months and you haven’t fucked her until like a few days ago? I’m sorry man, but I have to call bullshit on that.”

“I swear, dude. Y/n hasn’t really dated anyone before so it was her first time, first time, so we were waiting until she was ready.”

“That had to fucking kill you, man. I’m surprised you waited that long at all,” Eddie tried to hold back a chuckle.

“Hey! Knock it the fuck off, Munson!”

“Was it good?”

“I’ll pull over right now and beat the shit out of you. I’m not fucking joking.”

“Well I am, so you can chill the fuck out,” Eddie laughed. “I still don’t see how this has anything to do with her potentially wanting to dump you.”

“Well, it’s just a change, you know? Like what if she didn’t like it and—and…I don’t know, the spark is gone?”

“Dude, respectfully, that’s surely not the case. There’s probably a shit ton of women in Hawkins who would be lining up just to sleep with you, so there’s no fucking chance that she’s going to break up with you because you’re bad in bed.”

“I did not say that I was worried I was bad in bed; don’t put fucking words in my mouth.”

“What a fragile little ego you’ve got,” Eddie teased, “no dude, but seriously, please don’t worry about it. There’s no way that your little lady isn’t hopelessly in love with you.” Eddie gave Steve a pat on the shoulder before moving back to the back end of the RV.

Meanwhile, Robin was trying desperately to calm you down. Sobs wracked your tired frame as you wiped at the tears that were flowing down your face.

“Y/n, please. What’s wrong?” Robin asked, pulling your hands away from your face so that she could get a good look at you. You took several deep breaths, hiccuping through a few more sobs until you calmed down enough to speak.

“I-it-it’s Steve,” was all you could manage to say before another communication breakdown had you unintelligibly sobbing again.

Robin shook her head, “honey, you have to tell me what’s wrong; I can’t help you otherwise, and I want to help. Please.”

“He’s just so perfect,” you whispered, your eyebrows furrowed together with such a hopelessness that Robin nearly wanted to cry with you. She wasn’t exactly sure what you meant, so she just stayed silent for you to continue. “Like, he was talking about how he wants this future together with all of these kids and-and…and Robin, I want that. I want it so fucking bad, but I don’t think we’re both going to make it to the other side of this.”

Robin’s heart stopped in her chest. “What do you mean, y/n?”

The sympathetic look you shot Robin was enough to kill her. “Robin.”

“No, y/n. What do you mean?”

“I don’t think I’m making it out of this one alive, okay?” You sighed, another tear falling down your cheek that Robin was quick to wipe away. “And…and it’s just hard to hear him talk about a future that he’s going to have to have with someone else…because I want him to have that—I really do, Robin—but I just know it’s not going to be with me.”

“Y/n, you have to let us try. I’m not going to fucking let that happen,” Robin argued as a tear fell down her face, “you and Steve can have all the gross, sticky children you want because our plan is going to work, it has to work, okay?”

You took a deep breath and wiped at your eyes one more time. You didn’t feel confident, but despite that, for your friend, you agreed, the words coming out in a whisper.

“Okay.”

***

As soon as you stepped foot into War Zone, you were immediately overwhelmed. “So much for avoiding angry hicks,” Robin voiced what you all were thinking. The store was packed full of people, and you figured that everyone from Hawkins was probably gearing up for what they thought was the inevitable with an alleged murderer on the loose.

“Let’s be…fast,” Nancy spoke up, and you all split off in different directions to gather the supplies you needed to face Vecna. Not quite ready to face Steve after your breakdown in the van, you sped off to a corner of the store away from him, ducking and weaving between other customers before he could argue.

As he watched you disappear in the crowd, his heart jumped to his throat. He didn’t like the idea of you being out of his sight right now; none of you had any way of knowing what was going to happen, and he liked to keep you close so that he could be there if and when shit hit the fan. The fact that you were still upset was also killing him. You guys usually communicated so well, but this whole Vecna situation was really throwing you off your game. How long would it be before you guys couldn’t communicate at all? How long until you were shells of the people who fell in love, destroyed by grief and pain and tragedy?

Robin pulled him out of his thoughts before he could spiral too much. “How many of these do you think we need?” She asked, holding up a canister of kerosene.

He threw on a jacket he had found in the store, throwing another canister in the cart. “Five or six,” he answered, though in all honesty, who could really be sure?

Steve placed a few more canisters in the cart before noticing that Robin was suddenly very sidetracked. His heart rate picked up for a second, thinking it was due to some sort of threat, but he calmed down a little when he realized that she had spotted Vickie.

“What are you gonna do, Rob? Just stand here and gawk at her?” He asked as a smirk broke out across his features.

“Shut up,” she was quick to respond. Steve’s heart soared as she took a step towards Vickie, but it quickly shattered to the floor when a guy came up behind Vickie, wrapping his arms around her frame. His heart was breaking for his friend as she turned around, running the other way, embarrassed by the hope she’d allowed to grow in her mind.

“Robin! Robin!” Steve called after her, but it was no use.

You stood at the gun counter, rifle in hand, heart pounding as you inspected the firearm. “How much is this?” You asked the man at the counter.

“$120.99, but I’ll throw in twenty rounds of buckshot for ya,” he replied. You were glad you weren’t the only one that was going to have to cover the cost for all of this shit, because you certainly didn’t have the funds for end-of-the-world-apocalypse preparation supplies. You nodded softly at the clerk and he turned to help another customer when you heard a voice that made your stomach drop ring out next to you.

“Hey, can I see this real pretty .375, please?” Jason asked, his hands pressed against the countertop, letterman jacket looking pristine compared to your dirty and disheveled clothes from the hell you’d been through.

“Here you go son,” The clerk handed the gun over the counter and Jason thanked him. You tried to turn away so as not to be recognized, your heart pounding in your ear.

“Y/n,” Jason spoke up, gesturing at you with the pistol, “wouldn’t expect to find you here.”

“Yeah, well, it’s just…scary times,” you used the easy excuse at your disposal. “I’m…really sorry about Chrissy,” you added, and you meant it with every fiber of your being.

“Want my advice?” He took a step closer to you. “Shotguns are not good for much of anything past killing small birds. I mean, they got power, sure, but not much range.” You swallowed back your fear as he took another step closer to you. “And that’s just gonna force you into close-range combat, then someone can just grab that barrel like this and redirect it.“

You jumped as his hand wrapped around the barrel of the shotgun you were holding, inertia carrying you as he jerked the gun towards him.

“You look nervous,” Jason pointed out, his steely gaze not wavering from your eyes.

“Like I said, scary times,” you refused to look away either, meeting his intensity with a burning hatred of your own.

“You…you know Munson,” Jason continued, leaning even closer towards you, if that was even possible. “Physics. You tutor him, right?”

“I did,” you tried to emphasize the past tense nature of that sentiment, hoping that giving him as little as possible would make him let it go.

“He…he here with you, by chance?” You could see the craziness in Jason’s eyes as he said it, and your heart began beating faster. This was a man that had snapped, and you were afraid of what he would do to you and your friends if he knew that you were helping hide Eddie.

“No,” you shook your head, still not breaking eye contact.

“I’m only asking because, after all, he’s in charge of Hellfire, you know?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you feigned ignorance.

“What about his friends?” Jason pushed the question, tightening his grip on the shotgun and taking another small step towards you. “They here with you?”

“Would you let go?” You asked in a hushed tone, your expression settling into something fierce and serious. Jason didn’t respond, his eyes still locked onto yours, his stern expression matching your own, so you raised your voice a bit. “Let. Go.”

“What’s going on over here?” A familiar voice rang out behind you and you felt relief flood your veins as you felt a hand at the small of your back. You wanted to roll your eyes as Jason eased up a bit, his grip loosening on the barrel of the gun in your hand. The countless ways a man will not hesitate to disrespect and intimidate a woman astounded you compared to the complete change in demeanor as soon as his actions could be construed as disrespectful of another man. Bro code was a bunch of certified bullshit.

Steve knew Jason better than you did. After all, they played basketball together just the year prior, with Steve being the team captain. Steve looked at Jason quizzically, his eyes practically daring the letterman jacket wearing jock to cause trouble.

“Steve,” Jason’s crazy, out of control expression melting into a polite smile, “nothing’s going on. Just two friends having a chat. Right, y/n?”

Jason’s stare made you feel nauseous, so you moved your head in a small and stiff nod, being agreeable to avoid any further confrontation. Steve could obviously sense the tension and felt his blood boiling at Jason’s clear attempt to intimidate you.

“It’s just, you’re standing awfully close to my girlfriend, and she’s very clearly uncomfortable,” Steve refused to back down.

“My apologies. Store’s quite crowded, is all,” Jason explained, his expression swiftly changing, menace dripping behind his mundane words.

“Certainly still enough room to back the fuck off,” Steve moved between you and Jason. You quickly waved down the clerk to ring you out for your purchase.

“Woah there, Harrington. Being a little defensive, don’t you think?” Jason’s eyes narrowed. “If I was crazy, I’d even go as far as to say you’re hiding something.”

“I don’t have any clue what the fuck you’re talking about,” Steve took a step towards Jason before continuing. “She’s my girlfriend, so I’m just trying to make sure she’s alright.”

“And Chrissy was mine,” Jason shot back, and you watched the way his fists clenched and unclenched. He looked like he was about ready to lose it and you weren’t really too confident in his ability to self regulate right now with everything that was going on.

“Is everything okay between you boys?” The clerk asked after handing you your bag. At this, Steve and Jason took a step away from each other.

“Everything is fine, sir. Thank you for all your help,” Steve spoke up, putting a hand on the small of your back again and moving you in front of him as he began guiding you through the store towards the front.

Before you could get far, Jason spoke up from behind the two of you, putting a hand on Steve’s shoulder to make him stop. “If you know anything, I recommend you tell us because we’ll find out one way or another.”

“Is that a threat?” You questioned, finally finding your voice. You were surprised by the way that it didn’t waver.

“Oh, no” Jason chuckled, “it’s a fucking promise.”

With that, Jason backed away, moving to the other end of War Zone to meet up with the rest of his entourage, and Steve quickly moved the two of you towards the front of the store. Robin, Nancy, Max, and Erica had clearly realized the presence of Jason’s group and were finishing up checking out the rest of your supplies. Nancy finished paying and the five of you swiftly exited the store as fast as you could, all piling back into the RV parked outside.

“Your old friends are here,” Erica announced to Lucas as she boarded the bus.

“Shit!” Lucas exclaimed.

“Let’s go! Let’s go!” Dustin shouted, fear lacing his tone at the thought of what Jason would do if he got his hands on any of them.

“I’m going! I’m going! Sit down!” Steve shouted as he rushed to the driver’s seat, starting the vehicle up and peeling out of the parking lot.

No one talked for a while, everyone still reeling from the close encounter you had just had in the War Zone. Once you were a considerable distance away, Steve spoke up.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” you let out a bit of a chuckle, trying to play it off like you weren’t still a little freaked out from the way Jason was acting.

“Babe, come on,” Steve glanced over at you, “I know you.”

You sighed. “He just seems so unhinged right now. I felt like he was going to try and fucking kill me right in that store. And I’m just…I’m worried about Dustin and Lucas and Eddie. If Jason was that willing to be that aggressive towards me, who knows what he’ll fucking do to them if he gets ahold of them!”

“He’s hot headed, that’s for sure,” Steve agreed with you, “but we’re going to figure it all out, and it’ll be fine.”

You weren’t so sure that you agreed with him, but you didn’t say anything as he continued driving. He took several backroads until the occasional buildings disappeared, the scenery shifting to rolling hills and open fields. He pulled off into an open field that was shielded enough from the road by the tree line, and you all exited the RV, ready to prep your various weapons.

You sat on a basket, sawing at the barrel of the shotgun you had just purchased as Max and Nancy watched.

“Is this legal?” Max asked.

“Actually, I’m pretty sure it’s a felony,” you replied, continuing to saw without a care in the world of the legal repercussions of your actions. “But it guarantees one thing. I won’t miss.”

Once you were finished, you handed the shotgun to Max, standing up and wiping your hands on your pants, before smiling at her and moving to sit with Steve and Robin.

“I mean, it just doesn’t make sense,” Steve spoke up, holding a funnel as Robin poured kerosene into an empty bottle.

“What doesn’t make sense?” Robin asked.

“That was Dan Shelter. He graduated like two years ago,” Steve went on, and you realized you were clearly missing something.

“So?”

“So, he’s in college, which means he was visiting on spring break. Fast Times was returned, like, I don’t know, a week ago? Right? Unless she’s got some horndog brother we don’t know about which is possible. Or she’s just really into Judge Reinhold?” You finally caught on and realized that this was all about Vickie. Putting two and two together, you figured she must have a boyfriend, putting a total wrench into your plans to land Robin a kick ass girlfriend.

“Steve!” Robin cut him off. “I don’t care, and I don’t understand why you do either with everything that’s going on. Honestly, this feels like a prefect time for that little pull of the rug because in the face of the world ending, the stakes of my love life feel spectacularly low.”

“You deserve to be happy though, Robin,” you spoke up, weighing in on the conversation.

“Not everything has a happy ending,” she reminded the two of you, and your mind flashed back to Steve’s dream of six kids packed into an RV together. You figured now was the right time to speak your mind…after all the world was ending.

“I have this terrible, gnawing feeling that…it might not work out for us this time,” you explained, leaving out the part where you were pretty much 100% confident that it was specifically going to be you that was caught in the crossfire.

“You think we shouldn’t be doing this?” Steve asked, concern flooding his brown eyes.

“I think we’re mad fools, the lot of us…but if we don’t stop him, who will?” You looked out at all of your friends, each of them with their makeshift, modified weapons, and you willed yourself not to cry. “We have to try, right?”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, his expression stoic. He picked up one of the empty bottles that had yet to be filled with kerosene. “To killing Vecna?” He proposed a toast.

“Slash Henry,” Robin added.

“Slash One,” you finished as each of you picked up bottles of your own to clink together. Your free hand searched for Steve’s as you wrapped your pinky around his, silently making an additional promise to him too.

A promise that you were going to fight like hell to live for the future Steve was dreaming of. A promise to believe that maybe—just maybe—everything was going to be okay.

His pinky tightened around yours, and for a moment, that was all that mattered in the world.

***

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[spider-xan]

So this is not something I'm going to do regularly, but in anticipation of tomorrow's update for May 24, I'm just going to give a heads up to first-time readers who may want a warning that the entry will include a racist and specifically anti-Black line, as I remember some people being caught really off-guard by it last year, especially given which character says it and the nature of the update otherwise.

The point of this post is also NOT to be like, look at this evil racist character, you're not allowed to like them or you're also racist, etc., it's just for people who may prefer to know it's coming, even if it's to be expected in a Victorian novel.

If you want to know what the actual line is and the textual context for it, I've included it and some brief commentary under a cut, but there are SPOILERS for tomorrow, so click at your own risk!

Well, my dear, number Two came after lunch. He is such a nice fellow, an American from Texas, and he looks so young and so fresh that it seems almost impossible that he has been to so many places and has had such adventures. I sympathise with poor Desdemona when she had such a dangerous stream poured in her ear, even by a black man.

This excerpt is from a letter Lucy writes to Mina, the character in question is Quincey Morris, who is first introduced on May 24, and Lucy is obviously referencing Othello the Shakespeare play and the character himself.

Now, Quincey's race is never confirmed in the text, and while some people read the line as proof that he's Black, it could also read as Lucy comparing being attracted to an American as an Englishwoman to a white woman being drawn to a Black man, and you could also make a case for Quincey being white like the real-life figure he is very likely based on (William Frederick Cody, aka Buffalo Bill, who was friends with Henry Irving and thus Stoker also knew him) and context clues or mixed-race based on Stoker's other writings and his belief that having pure white ancestry was a weakness that could be countered by racial mixing (which might be surprising for him, but is still rooted in eugenics and racist ideas), but regardless of what Quincey's racial background is, it's a racist line both bc of the 'dangerous Black man seducing white women' and 'incredible that a white woman could be attracted even to a Black man' readings.

[kingdomoftyto]

I just finished a complete re-read for the third (fourth?) time and the recent updates are barreling toward some climactic events, so I therefore feel compelled to make a proper rec post for something LONG overdue:

The Glass Scientists, a webcomic about Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde, rogue science, Victorian repression, and a WHOLE lot more.

Our protagonist is the esteemed Dr. Henry Jekyll, co-founder of the Society for Arcane Sciences, an organization that aims to bring mad science into the mainstream by proving that not all who practice it are dangerous lunatics. This is easier said than done, especially with the violent death of a certain Dr. Frankenstein still weighing on the minds of the public years after the fact. Not to mention...

... Henry's own inner demons.

Edward Hyde serves as a sort of release valve for Henry's stresses whenever the pressure of running the Society proves to be too much. Hyde is everything he can't be: spontaneous, emotional, uninhibited. Free to take what he wants without guilt or public consequences.

And oh, Henry wants.

His transformation into Hyde is a physical manifestation of the repression of his queer inclinations. This is not subtext. It's not even an accident on Henry's part. It's a central facet to who he is as a person (and, by extension, who Hyde is, as well).

...But listen. We don't have time to unpack all THAT! Not when there are so many other delightful characters to meet! Such as Henry's best friend / business partner / old flame Robert:

Or Jasper, the newest member of the Society, a plucky young cryptozoologist who happens to also be a werewolf, and who gets swept up in a VERY cute relationship with the slightly unhinged cook (and Henry's other best friend), Rachel:

Or Hyde himself, who despite all his debauchery may not actually be the pinnacle of evil that he believes himself to be:

Because if you couldn't tell from the sampling of panels in this post, this comic is not only a gripping emotional drama but also an OUTRAGEOUS comedy, when the mood calls for it. It truly strikes a perfect balance of the two, in my humble opinion.

On top of all that, the art is gorgeous, the atmosphere is impeccable (swinging from fantastical whimsy to genuine horror and back with deft skill), and the characters are deep and dynamic and full of gray areas.

I can't recommend it enough. It's hands-down my favorite actively-updating webcomic (new page every Monday!), and I'm for-real having to restrain myself from going back and starting ANOTHER re-read right now, it's that good. I've spoiled a tiny bit in this post, but believe me when I say the cast and events get so much weirder and more wonderful than even this. Please check it out.

[lee-pines]

Arbitrary Fate Chapter 2- Angry

Here is chapter 2 of Arbitrary Fate. I had a lot of fun writing this one so I hope you enjoy it!

GF- Ray's so angry.

Me- Yeah, that's kinda the point.

GF- I still don't like seeing him this way.

Me- Neither does Ray.

It was nearly nine in the evening when Captain Man walked into the police station. Normally, when he had to come to the police station, it was because he was bringing a criminal in. He would hold said criminal by the top of their arm and push them toward the first cop that came up to him. He knew many of the officers and detectives, and he would always take the time to talk to them.

“How are the kids doing, Johnny?”

“Are you still trainin’ for that 5K, Isa?”

“Did you ever find your wedding ring, Alec?”

When Kid Danger was with him, he would do much the same. He was pretty sure the kid had an ongoing poker game with a handful of cops. He almost always won. Don’t ask him, Captain Man taught the kid many things, but gambling was not one of them.

Captain Man heard someone call his name. He turned to see a man with salt and pepper hair and green eyes walking up to him with his hand extended. The man was shorter than Captain Man and had a bit of a stomach, but he could tell that the man’s arms were toned through his white button down. Captain Man extended his hand toward him.

“I’m Detective Daniels. I called the Captain Man hotline,” Detective Daniels said as they shook hands.

“I remember,” Captain Man said, subtly wiping his hand on his pants. Nothing against Detective Daniels, but ever since he caught Schwoz’s ‘horrible disease’ he was more cautious around germs. Logically, he knew that he could not get sick by a normal germ, but the fear was still there.

“Our witness is in here,” Detective Daniels said as he took him into a room. There was two way glass that took over half the wall. On the other side a man who was in his early twenties (around the same age Henry would be) was pacing back and forth in the small room. His shoulders were tensed up to his ears and he was harshly scratching the back of his neck. Captain Man could see the angry red marks left by his nails. His face was wet with old tears.

“He won’t tell us anything,” Detective Daniels explained. “All he’s saying is he did not know anything.”

“He did not know anything,” Captain Man repeated.

“Anytime we ask, he just says that he needs to talk to you.”

“Well, if it’s me he wants to talk to then it’s me he’ll get.”

Captain Man walked into the room, jerking the door open. The man flinched, raising his hands up to cover his as he turned.

“Oh my God, Captain Man,” the weepy man said, lowering his hands. “You have to understand, I did not know anything. I didn’t. Not until a couple of days ago. I didn’t…”

Captain Man took a breath, and held up a hand. Thankfully, the weepy man stopped. “I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves,” he said in a smooth tone. “Why don’t you tell me who you are.”

“M-my name’s Christopher,” the weepy man- Christopher- said.

“Why don’t we sit down and we can talk,” Captain Man said, sitting in the chair closest to the mirror. “Detective Daniels told me you have information about Kid Danger?”

“Oh, that poor kid.” Christopher started to pace again, stretching the back of his neck as big tears rolled down his face. He covered his mouth to muffle a sob. “I didn’t know anything. I just needed a job. I have three kids.”

“Hey, Christopher,” Captain Man attempted to get Christopher’s attention. It did not work. He was no good at this. The emotions of others were like a different language to him. Charlotte once said that he ‘struggled with empathy.’ Whatever that was supposed to mean. Captain Man, however, had to get this man to talk. So, he tried again. “Christopher, Son, eyes here.”

Christopher looked at him, brown eyes huge and brimming with unshed tears.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself again. Sit down, and start from the beginning,” Captain Man told him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Christopher nodded, finally taking a seat across the table from Captain Man.

“Start from the beginning.”

“I just needed a job,” Christopher said. “I was a stay at home dad. My wife is- w-was a doctor. She made more than enough and we did not want to pay for childcare so I stayed home.”

“Makes sense.”

“She recently passed away,” Christopher shuttered out a sigh and blinked away tears. “Home invasion. Everyone was- everyone was too late.” Christopher got a far away look in his eye. He blinked and shook his head before he continued, “anyway, our savings was only going to go so far. So, I put in my application everywhere. I-I didn’t get any answers back until someone at this- um- storage place got back to me-”

“Can you be more specific,” Captain Man asked. He tone was stiff. He wished that Christopher would get to the point. “What’s the name of the storage place and who got in contact with you?”

“Mr. Webb. I never got a first name. A-And it's called Extra Space Storage,” Christopher said, he looked away and down. “Anyway- um- it did not pay too good, but it was enough. I figured I’d look for a more suitable job in the meantime. I-I met the owner a few weeks later. He said his name was Steven, but that- but that was not his name.” Christopher shook his head and claimed up again. He was so tense and in any other circumstance, Captain Man would have been more gentle, but he could not. His kid was out there and this rambling man was his key.

“What’s his name?”

“Drex,” Christopher whispered, as if saying Drex’s name out loud was a curse.

Ray closed his eyes as his jaw tightened. “And you didn’t recognize him?” he said through clenched teeth.

“I-I don’t know,” Christopher said, pitch raising and breathing coming is short gasps. “We just moved to Swellview a year ago. People don’t really talk about the villains around here unless they are being inconvenient in the present. People only talk about Captain Man and sometimes Kid Danger. I never thought to do research. I figured if I always had the hotline on speed dial or could call 911, I’d be fine.”

‘Well, you were wrong,’ Ray wanted to say, but Captain Man could not. Captain Man took a breath. He forced his jaw to unclench as he said, “Sorry, continue.”

“I don’t know how, but Drex figured out what happened to my wife. He started talking to me about it ever so often. He would make little jabs at you. Almost saying that I should blame you for what happened.” Christopher’s eyes widened as if he realized what he just said. “I-I don’t. I don’t blame you. I only blame the guy who came into my house and did that. There is nothing that you could have done. I…”

“Off topic,” Captain Man snapped. He did not have time for this.

“Sorry,” Christopher mumbled. “Any-anyway I just got this really, really bad feeling. So I did not research. Found out that Steven was really Drex and everything that Drex had done. I didn’t know what to do.”

“You should have come to the police or contacted me,” Captain Man said, trying his best to keep a professional tone. He was failing.

“The police would not have taken me seriously,” Christopher claimed, arms raised defensively. “All I had was a villain that the world thinks is dead running a storage facility. I needed evidence.”

“You would not have needed evidence if you contacted me,” Captain Man took a breath and swallowed the rest of the words that wanted to come up. ‘I could already have Henry back if you would have come to me sooner.’

“I didn’t know that! If I knew that, I would have done just that!” Tears edged Christopher’s eyes. He buried his face in his hands and began to weep again.

‘You don’t know a lot,’ Ray thought. He knew that he could not say that. This interview already had too many emotions in it. “What evidence finally made you contact the police.”

“I kinda played amateur detective,” Christopher said. His voice broke as he wiped his nose on his sleeve. “I made Drex believe that I hate your guts- I-I don’t, by the way. Just to be clear.”

“I got it,” Captain Man nodded.

“He must have believed me, ‘cause next thing I know, I’m down in the basement. Now, this basement was not a normal basement, it was like three or four times bigger than the store itself. It had at least a few dozen rooms. It has a big main room that an elevator opens to. Scariest elevator ride of my life.”

Ray felt like punching the table. Bastard copied off the Man Cave.

“That main room,” Christopher said, not noticing the anger radiating off of Captain Man, “is apparently used for meetings. Um- God,” Christopher shut his eyes tight; his face pinching. He took a shaky breath. “There was this long table in the center of the room. Drex told me to take a seat. There were already a lot of people there. He said that there was one more person- thing- that he had to get. He-he disappeared behind this wall. I asked- I asked who Drex was gonna get ‘cause the table was already full. They laughed. God, they laughed. Someone said Kid Danger.”

Ray knew that was coming. Still, it felt like a dagger stabbed his heart. Yet another injury that may never heal.

“I wouldn't have recognized him if someone didn’t tell me. He had dark hair. Long.” Christopher indicated to his shoulder. He got a far away look in his eyes. “He was so skinny. Skin and bones. His body was covered in bruises and scratches. He had a big gash on his forearm. Probably from Drex’s one hand. He had these goggles on. I don’t think he could see. This metal plate covered his mouth. Drex had him kneel next to him. Anytime someone said something he didn’t like or pissed him off, he would hit him. Or pinch him or something. One time Drex punched him so hard he collapsed and he just… laid there.”

Christopher continued to ramble on about the distressing situation his kid was in. It made him angry. Here Christopher was crying and yapping while Henry was out there being tormented by Drex. If Christopher would have just come to him weeks ago they could already have Henry back. Captain Man could not help but get angry.

He punched the table, causing Christopher to jump.

“And you did nothing,” Ray said, pointing an accusing finger towards him.

“What could I have done?”

“Anything,” Ray said. “You could have said something, tried to stop them.”

“It was a room full of villains and weapons,” Christopher said. “There was nothing I could do, but try and act like it was all normal so I did not die and could come to you with this.”

“Yeah, just in time too,” Ray said, “because from how it sounds, Kid Danger is on his deathbed.”

Christopher did not say anything to that.

“I need every single detail of that basement.”

…

Christopher was not much more help, but Ray knew where Henry was. He wanted to go to Extra Space Storage and get his kid. He did not care that he did not have a plan or that no one else on his team was aware. He did not care that he could fail. All he had to do was go in, blast some people and get Henry. It should be that simple.

He knew it would not be that simple.

It made Ray feel helpless. He did not do helpless well. He was so close. So close but still a million miles away.

Ray huffed as he sat in his car. His rage overpowered him and he hit the steering wheel a few times to get it out. Not paying attention, he pushed the emergency button. He fumbled to try and turn it off, but he did not have the time before Schwoz answered.

“Hello, it’s Schwoz,” Schwoz introduced.

“I can’t talk right now," Ray snapped.

“Ray what is going on? You pressed the emergency button.”

He deserved to know.

Ray told him everything.

“Get back to the Man Cave. I will call Charlotte, Jasper, and Piper,” Schwoz told him.

“No, no. I’m going to get him.”

“Ray-”

“And there is nothing that you can do to talk me out of it.”

“Ray, you could-”

“So don’t try.”

“Ray, you could get hurt,” Schwoz protested.

“I’m indestructible.”

“But Henry is not!” Schwoz shouted. It was not often that Schwoz raised his voice. When he did, Ray was startled to attention.

“What does that mean?”

“You know Drex, yes.”

“Yes," Ray rolled his eyes. He wished he never met Drex. Then maybe Henry would not be hurt.

“What do you think he will do to Henry when he realizes that you are coming?” Schwoz asked.

If he could not get Henry to a different location, then there was no doubt that Drex would do the unthinkable. Ray knew that and he hated it. He needed a plan to get Henry. Even if it called for leaving Henry for a little bit longer. Ray hit his steering wheel one more time.

“I’ll come to the Man Cave. You call Charlotte, Jasper, and Piper,” Ray said, scrambling for any sense of control.

“Will do.”

Ray hung up with a sigh.

‘Hang on, Kid. We’re coming for you.’

...

Henry sat on his thin mattress, rocking slowly back and forth as he braided a clump of his hair. Drex said he liked his hair long. Henry liked it because it was something to do while he was in his room. He did not have anything in his room aside from his mattress. It was dark and quiet.

Better than being yelled at and hit.

Henry hummed a song under his breath as he touched his lips and undid his hair. He braided it again. Drex did not like it when he hummed. He called it annoying, but sometimes Henry could not help it. He was not sure where the song came from. He did not know what it was called or the words. He knew that it was from before. He did not remember much from before. Drex said that there was not a before. Henry, however, knew he was lying. He had to be. He could picture the red brick and yellow house too clearly in his head. Brick steps led to the entrance. It was a white door. The inside was blurry, but he knew there were steps. His old room had a loft. He liked to read up there when he had the time. He did not have much time, though. He could not remember why. He had a job. Maybe that was why.

He did not remember his job.

He knew there were people. From before. He could not remember names. Faces blurred and mingled in a terrifying mirage. He tried not to think of people.

One person was almost always on his mind. Henry was sure he was making him up, but it was a comfort nonetheless. He was just a shadow in the outskirts of his mind. If Henry focused on him too much, he would fade into nothingness. So, Henry let him be in the peripherals at all times. The shadowy figure was broad and tall. He emanated safety and love. Something that he did not have here. Ever. He was good.

He called the shadowy figure Dad. It was the only word that fit.

He hoped that Dad was real. That he was from before. If he was from before, he was looking for him. Something in the back of Henry's mind knew that he was. Dad would not leave him here. Not on purpose.

Henry let his head fall against the corner of the wall. He was tired, but he could not fall asleep. He had trouble falling asleep. Sleeping meant vulnerability. Vulnerability meant that he could be hurt. Easier than normal.

‘Dad,’ Henry thought (prayed), ‘If you’re real, I’m holding on for you. Just come get me.’

[hyperfixated-on-hensper]

I forgot how committed AO3 readers are, I assumed there'd be very few readers since I haven't posted in months, but holy shit.

[welldonekhushi]

Vampyr OC: Anastasia Graham 🏥

Introducing you all to a new OC, everyone! My head has been constantly brainstorming with ideas to create a new character based on the game I'm currently posting content with. So, here's what you can know about them, under the cut!

Currently for the bio, I've only used Picrews to describe Anastasia's appearance, but sooner or later I'll draw her in my style and update it all!

GENERAL:

Name: Anastasia

Full name: Anastasia Graham

Alias(es): Anna (by her family, and Dr. Reid), Annie (by the patients)

Age: 25 years old

Gender: Female

Nationality: British (UK)

Languages spoken: English, a bit of French (learnt from her mother who briefly served during the war)

Place of Birth: Birmingham, England

Species: Human

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: Nurse at Pembroke Hospital

Current residence: Whitechapel

Status: Active

Faceclaim: Freya Mavor

(She mostly wears two braids to the hospital but when she's at home, she has her hair open like in the pictures!)

Biography: Anastasia Graham, an aspiring nurse with hopes of making a mark in medical studies, faces numerous challenges as she begins her career at Pembroke Hospital amid the deadly Spanish Flu epidemic.

PERSONALITY:

Myers-Briggs Type: ISFJ (The Defender)

Compassionate and kind: One defining characteristic of Anastasia is her deep compassion and kindness towards her patients, often referred to as a “hope restored.” Her mere presence brings light to those in the hospital, uplifting spirits even amid the bleak conditions caused by the flu’s impact on the city.

Emotional: The loss of her patients profoundly affects Anastasia, breaking her heart and making her feel as though she has failed in her duty as a nurse. She struggles to cope with these intense emotions, but with the guidance of Dorothy Crane, she is learning to be resilient and to maintain hope, even in the face of loss when there is nothing more she can do.

Cautious: Due to a traumatic vampire attack in her youth that nearly cost her life, Anastasia approaches the world with caution. She often fears walking alone, haunted by the possibility that someone might be following her. To protect herself, she keeps the knife her father gave her, always prepared to defend herself if necessary.

THEME:

AFFILIATIONS:

Graham Family

Henry Graham (Father, deceased)

Amelia Graham (Mother, alive)

Eleanor Graham (Aunt, alive)

Alfred Graham (Uncle, alive)

Pembroke Hospital

Dr. Jonathan Reid (Colleague, Love Interest)

Dr. Thoreau Strickland (Colleague #2)

Dr. Edgar Swansea (Employer, Administrator of Pembroke Hospital)

Dorothy Crane (Mentor)

Gwyneth Branagan (Mentor #2)

Pippa Hawkins (Distant Cousin)

Lady Ashbury (Friend, when she visits the hospital often)

More facts about her in detail, through this post!

BACKGROUND STORY:

Anastasia Graham was born in Birmingham to Henry and Amelia Graham. Her father, a dedicated member of the Guard of Priwen—a society of vampire hunters—instilled in her an early sense of resilience, while her mother, a compassionate medic, inspired Anastasia's passion for healing. Determined to follow in her mother’s footsteps, Anastasia committed herself to the study of medicine from a young age.

Her life took a dark turn one evening when she was nearly attacked by a bloodthirsty vampire. She was saved just in time by a Priwen hunter, but the incident left a lasting impression on her. To help her feel safe, her father entrusted her with a silver knife, a small but powerful symbol of protection should she ever face such danger again.

As she grew, Anastasia remained focused on her goal of becoming a nurse, eventually securing formal education in the medical field. This path led her to London during the height of the Spanish Flu epidemic, a devastating time that demanded all hands on deck in the healthcare sector. It was then that Dr. Edgar Swansea, who recognized her potential and the urgent need for additional medical staff, invited her to join the Pembroke Hospital team.

Under the mentorship of Dorothy Crane, Anastasia Graham dedicated herself to serving the patients of Pembroke Hospital, striving to emulate Dorothy’s own unwavering commitment to compassionate care. Despite the harsh conditions, she went to great lengths to ensure each patient was treated with dignity and that their needs were met. Yet, the onslaught of suffering patients as the Spanish Flu ravaged the city took a toll on her. With each new wave, the pain, fear, and despair around her intensified, and Anastasia began to feel overwhelmed. Though determined to stay strong, she found herself teetering on the edge of exhaustion.

One evening, while rushing through the dim, crowded halls of Pembroke, Anastasia noticed a new figure in the hospital. Tall and composed, he moved through the chaos with a calm, almost unearthly presence that commanded attention. He was a doctor, recently arrived and eager to join the fight against the epidemic. When their eyes met, Anastasia felt a strange sense of foreboding—and fascination. Unaware of the true nature of the man she was drawn to, she sensed that her life was about to take an irrevocable turn.

[infiniteimaginings]

〔𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘺 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘵 - 𝘒𝘪𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳〕

Started: February 19th, 2024 Updated: February 19th, 2024

All my writings for Henry Hart aka Kid Danger - Nickelodeons Henry Danger

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[josiehook200]

Master List

(I apologize in advance for sounding like a broken record) My name's Josie Hook and I would like to put out there that I DO NOT want any stories of mine to be sold as a bounded copy! Regardless of it being original work or Fanfiction! If you want it as a bounded version, print it out and put it into a binder for your own use! DO NOT do it for profit! Thank you in advance and happy reading!

Descendants

Hook-Fin - Wattpad AO3 (Ongoing)

Huma One-Shots - Wattpad AO3 (Ongoing)

Descendants: A New Chapter - Wattpad AO3 (Ongoing)

An Ordinary World (AU) - Wattpad AO3 (Ongoing)

The Invitation (2022)

Nuptials Of Blood - Wattpad AO3 (Ongoing)

Blood Of Deville - Wattpad AO3 (Coming soon)

Nuptials Of Blood: A New Shade - Wattpad AO3 (Coming Soon)

Blood of a Bat - Wattpad AO3 (Coming soon)

Gossip Girl (2021)

Wolfe Watts - Wattpad AO3 (Coming soon)

Wolfe Watts: Next Gen (Title name change TBD) - Wattpad AO3 (Coming soon)

Henry Danger

Superhero's Who Needs Them? - Wattpad AO3 (Completed)

Good Bye, Good Riddance? - Wattpad AO3 (Completed)

No Way Back! - Wattpad AO3 (Ongoing)

Happily Danger After - Wattpad AO3 (Coming soon)

New Danger - Wattpad AO3 (Coming soon)

Spider-Man

Spider-Man: A New Web - Wattpad AO3 (Ongoing)

The Big Bang Theory

It Started With A Big Bang - Wattpad AO3 (Ongoing)

Ugly Betty

Average Maria - Wattpad AO3 (Ongoing)

Scooby Doo

Mystery Incorporated: Back In Business - Wattpad AO3 (Ongoing)

DC Comics

Blood of a Bat - Wattpad AO3 (Coming Soon)

Family Guy

Why Now? - Wattpad A03 (Ongoing)

Grease

Grease 1980 - Wattpad A03 (Coming Soon)

Original Work

Parasite - Wattpad AO3 (Completed) Warning: Read at your own discretion! CW: Blood, Body Horror, Mpreg resulted from Body Horror

Extras/Other platforms

Updated: November 3, 2024