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[paixarina]

CASE 143

✧. ┊BAE x GN!Reader

✧. ┊SUMMARY: When BAE falls in love with you.

✧. ┊CONTENT: Fluff.

“Why do I keep getting attracted, I'm drawn to you like a magnet.”

≡;- ꒰ ALLEN SUGASANO ꒱

✦.* — When Allen falls in love, he would feel awkward about it. He himself is already a socially awkward person in the first place and his love are mostly dedicated to hip-hop only. So, when he feels attracted to you, he would unable to speak to show his feeling. He would also feel love-struck too, overwhelmed by his own feeling.

✦.* — Therefore, Allen decided to write an entire letter full of his feeling about how much he loves you, except he worded it with lots of exclamations and some typos that you cannot comprehend it, much of your second hand embarrassment.

✦.* — You decide to meet him face-to-face in the hip-hop record store, the place where Allen usually hangs around there with Kanata. But this time, Allen was alone there, not because Kanata didn't want to go with him, but because Allen purposely went earlier to there, so he can confess to you to become his soulmate. When he tried to confess you, he would do it awkwardly with a blush on his face, much of your confusion.

✦.* — Even his confession is hilariously embarrassing, just like his own letter that he wrote and sent to you, you still accept him wholeheartedly and believe that he could be a great boyfriend to you who will shower you with love and affection.

“You're my one and only hip-hop soulmate of my life. I hope we can talk more about hip-hop. Would you like it?”

≡;- ꒰ YEON HAJUN ꒱

✦.* — It's quite hard to tell how Hajun looks like when he's in love. However, a little blush on his face could tell that he has a feeling to you. Still, he feels indifferent to his feeling since he likes to hide under his mysterious persona, which makes you curious to know about him.

✦.* — When you stare at him, he will stare at you back and smiles at you gently. Still, you're not sure if the smile on his face is a gentle smile or it's just to mask his own feeling. “Hajun, it's fine if you want to talk to me, feel free to talk with me. I would listen to what do you want to say.” Unfortunately, he completely ignores your suggestion as you said that, much of your frustration. You sighed in disappointment and assume that he doesn't like being open to his own feeling to you that much and feared that he actually didn't love you back.

✦.* — Turns out, Hajun tend to suppress his feeling, hence why he doesn't want to make it obvious that he's in love with you. When you asked him hesitantly about his feeling and thought that he wouldn't love you because he keeps ignoring you, he just chuckled. “No, I actually fall in love with you, but I feel indifferent to it, since I didn't receive one from when I was a little.” You feel relieved after hearing that and asked him. “So, you probably just can not express your emotion openly?” He nodded slowly.

✦.* — “That doesn't mean you didn't love me right?” You asked him again nervously. He chuckled, “Of course not, why would I do that to you?” He said that as he slowly approaches you and holds your chin gently while rubbing your lips softly with a smile on his face. Then, he stares at you and slightly goes to whispers to your ears, confessing his feeling, which make your heart can't stop beating nervously. After he did that, you nodded nervously while he shows his signature smile as usual. You feel stunned and unable to speak one word but instead, thinks about what he confess to your ears.

“I know you're just an ordinary person, but you seem special to me and my heart. So, would you like to receive my feeling, love?”

≡;- ꒰ ANNE FAULKNER ꒱

✦.* — Anne will be honest with their feelings when they feel drawn to someone like you. However, they choose to keep their feeling in their heart because they feel not ready to express it. Anne thinks love takes time to receive it and they cannot reveal it way too soon. They want to reveal their feelings if they have a right time to do it.

✦.* — Anne would try to know you more first, such like talking, sharing stuffs, doing something together like shopping while trying to flirt with you a little bit. They will also try bonding with you together, such like doing mix and match clothing and understanding each other's interests.

✦.* — As time passed by, Anne finally tried to confesses you. When they approached you, they will placed their palm against the wall while staring at you dearly. Basically, Anne would give you a kabedon but in a gentle way. “I have something to confess to you.” They asked. You feel stunned, wondering what would Anne want to said to you. You nervously gulped, as they keep staring at you for a long time.

✦.* — “Would you be my love~?” You feel intrigued, while Anne looks at you with a warm smile. You nodded slowly, as they gently grabbed your shoulders and softly kissed you on your cheeks. After that, you caressed one of your own cheeks, with their own lipstick mark on it. You gazed at Anne, who smiled at you and gently wipes away the lipstick mark with their thumb. Then, Anne whispers another question to you.

“So, are we officially become a couple now, sweetheart~?”

[valkyrietookmoved]

You really are like a kitty sometimes

[zoneofrevale]

 me with @misskirablue's Every Tomorrow's series

Me with the Every Tomorrow’s series 🥺 especially midnight belonged to miracles and this version of me. I come back to rearead this fic once a year

I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years

[hardly-a-p3rson]

what about yoghurt? for the vape juice?

not sure if we have any? I'll have a look

[masquerade-of-misery]

I'm still not sure what name to choose for my selfship with Lilia, so I decided to ask for you guys' opinion! There are 3 that I really like, but if someone has another suggestion, feel free to let me know in a reply to this post😊 Anyone can participate, of course!

Thank you in advance to everyone who'll vote, I really appreciate it!

@prince-kallisto You mentioned you would like to vote in this poll, so I tagged you🥰🐦⬛

Also tagging @kukuviya @papicup since I've already asked your opinions, and also @radgarda and @eldritch-alicedoll! I love you, dear moots, and I'm really grateful to you!!🥰💞💞

[justblades]

Hey I love love loveeeee everything that you wrote! Can you please write something about Blade being with a Herrscher so? Preferably one like Raiden Mei please ❤️❤️

blade x gender neutral! herrscher! reader

a/n : thank you so much <3 this took long since i have little knowledge about herrschers but i loved writing this and creating my own concept ! this is more of a how they became s/o, i hope you like it !

ask children what kind of superpower they would like - "invisibility!" "immortality!" "teleportation!" and those are the three most common answers to be anticipated from their young minds. every blessing is its own curse, immortality may be a gift for some but it will never not be a curse when it is bestowed upon someone - whether forcibly or willingly.

to vividly remember how cerise colors stream out of your wounds, to clearly recall how your guts spilled and adorned the bloodshed of a battlefield - to etch in your mind how you exactly died. for blade, it was never once a blessing. he continually waits for his day to come to an end, the threads of his patience tear off, thinning.

it was a trivial mission he was assigned to, trivial but still holds significance for the future he believes in: a future where he no longer exists to happen. his monotone steps close towards you, aura exuding of an alien's, someone who's not a part of this world; this universe. he brandishes his molten cracked sword once again, studying his opponent with alert eyes and a sharp mind.

however, once you finally take a swift turn to face him - he couldn't take any steps further. the atmosphere suddenly thickens, one that's capable of making him stop in his tracks and weigh his sinful body down. blade's eyes become two full solferino moons of shock, intimidated at the life form six meters away from his stature.

around you was a butterfly flittering its wings, a seemingly normal sight at first. a watchful enemy keeps their guard up at all times, and there he only see absurdities unravel: the butterfly ages quickly, it dies in an instant— but the once corpse becomes a larva as it is encompassed by black aura, a power you're wielding from your dominant hand. not just the feeble butterfly, but the things surrounding you as well: they crumble down, brought back into the materials they're made from, turning into a process of how they're molded, and so on. a never ending cycle.

upon blade's long years of waiting, he finally sees his end. a page from his chronicles that indicates it's finally the last. he kneels down, sword sheathed and laid just beside him: he lowers his head and closes his eyes voluntarily.

the herrscher of cycle. you wield capabilities to turn everything and everyone back to what they once were, may it be from a particular point of their lifespan's timeframe or back to nothingness at all. perhaps this is the future that blade awaits. you stride towards his kneeling figure, a daring smile sculpting your lips. "you're an interesting individual."

his brows knit as he looks up to meet your iridescent eyes, among the hundreds of colors commixing together, there lies a black hole, a void, nothingness within. "in my universe, there's a particular tea i took a liking to . . ." silence engulfs the whole place for a short moment, blade feels as if he's betrayed by his own tongue, unable of any utterance.

"since your eyes are pleading me to end your life— shall we spend your last moments relishing a favorite tea of mine?"

and before he knew it, he's wrapped around your pinky finger, inseparable as ever. he'd come to adore your habits, how words roll off your tongue, your stories that once bored him to death in every sip of the drink without full on realizing the corners of his lips tug upwards whenever he hears the chimes of your laughs.

fate really is a roller coaster of events - he always seeked his end and had one concept of final moments . . . perhaps all he needed is an interesting companion, and the end of his mundane perception finally vanishes.

[candyn-gutz]

thank ya for the tag!!♡♡

relationship status: single

favourite color: black/red/purple

song stuck in my head: benim tatlı kanserim - model

favourite food: hmm... honestly. i think soups in general? it's filling but light, n full of comfort what more could you want from a meal❗️❗️ but i also really love all kinds of pasta..

last song i listened to: oyasumi - gulu gulu

dream trip: if i had the money to so so many places... but as priorities i really want to visit japan. then italy because. dream uni.

last thing i searched: my school's website.. erm

i don't have anyone else in mind so open tag for anyone who wants to join in :>

@rndmpunk ok so for some reason that tag game isn't letting me ad stuff to the post (a reblog limit mabey idk) so Imma start my own thread

Rules: tag 10 or more people you want to know better

relationship status: single (and aroace spec so ya)

favourite colour: green :)

song stuck in my head: Dr who theme lol

favorite food: cheese and chutney sandwiches I think

last song listened to: other than Dr who, the mountain song by tophouse

dream trip: the highlands of Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 :)

last thing I searched: how long does Spiced apple juice take to make (it was about half an hour)

tags: @mushroomgazette @aphrodititi @dicklessswonder @spineless-lobster @jupiterfangs @edsbacktattoo

[final-fantasy-imagines]

Hi!! Redoing my request because I forgot to specify character. Could you please do a small sweet gale (soulmates au? Any kind works! If you want something specific tho: soulmate hears a specific song around the other) and sunflower for Cloud Strife.

Here you go, dear anon! Thank you for your request. <3 Hope you enjoy!

Prompts: Fluff, soulmate AU, “You have a beautiful smile.” (1k followers event: Vani's flower shop)

Every now and then the stars align – Cloud Strife x gn!reader

It’s when you enter the slums of Sector 7 when you hear that melody again. Albeit quiet and faint, you recognize it immediately; it’s the same melody you’ve heard the last couple of times you’ve been to the slums. And you remember you have also heard it up on the plate one or two times.

If you lived in another world you probably would have wondered if you were losing your mind. But in this world, hearing melodies out of the blue isn’t something unusual. In fact, it’s quite normal – it’s how soulmates are supposed to find each other. Each pair has a specific melody assigned to them, a melody only they can hear when their soulmate is near. And the soft tune that keeps playing in your head as you make your way through the slums can only mean one thing – your soulmate must be here somewhere.

You’re not sure how you feel about that, though. Of course, the thought that someone’s out there who’s meant for you and only for you is quite nice but at the same time, it’s equally terrifying. Because in the end, your soulmate will be a stranger – and how are you supposed to fall in love with a stranger?

“Damnit, (Y/N), stop overthinking,” you scold yourself in a low tone, a lousy attempt to distract yourself from the familiar song playing in your head, “you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. No need to puzzle your head about this now.”

The young woman passing you by gives you a strange look, probably because you’re talking to yourself. Most people see it as a sign of insanity, after all. (If someone asked you, music playing in your head randomly isn’t much better but since it’s linked to the whole soulmate thing, people usually don’t question it.)

“Um, excuse me,” you finally manage to say, and the woman stops in her tracks, raising her eyebrows as you approach her, “could you help me, please? I’m not from around here but I’m looking for someone. His name is, um,” you pause to look at the wadded piece of paper your friend Aerith has given you earlier, “Cloud. Any chance you know who that is?”

Without any hesitation, the woman shakes her head. “Never heard of him,” she replies, and you can’t tell if she actually doesn’t know him or if she’s just saying that to get rid of you. But it probably doesn’t matter anyways – either way, she can’t help you.

“You could ask Tifa, from 7th Heaven,” the woman adds after a few moments of uncomfortable silence (well, except for the melody that’s still playing in the back of your mind), “she knows almost everyone around here.”

“Oh. Thank you.” You hesitate for a second. “And where can I find her?”

* * * *

You soon find out that 7th Heaven is a bar located in the heart of the slums of Sector 7. The building itself has seen better days, just like every other building in the area, but that doesn’t make the bar any less charming. In fact, you’re pretty sure the run-down, industrial look is what makes it charming in the first place.

A jukebox in the corner of the entrance area plays quiet music that mixes in with the melody repeating in your head. At the other end of the dimly lit room is a bar with several stools, and behind it, you can spot a young woman, dwelling on her own thoughts as she polishes a glass.

Approaching the bar, you clear your throat. “Um, sorry for intruding,” you begin, giving the woman a brief smile when she looks up. If she’s surprised to see someone here at this time of the day, she’s good at hiding it. “It’s no problem,” she says and returns your smile, “you’re here for a drink?”

You hesitate for a moment. A part of you is tempted to order something, simply because the ongoing music in your head is proof that your soulmate is somewhere around the area and you need to calm your nerves, but for the same reason, you need to stay at least somewhat level-headed.

“No,” you reply eventually. “I’m looking for someone and a lady on the streets told me to ask someone named Tifa for help. Um, do you know where I can find her?”

The woman behind the bar laughs. “Yes, indeed. I’m Tifa.” She pauses, a patient smile playing around the corners of her mouth. She’s clearly waiting for you to introduce yourself, so you tell her your name. Her smile widens. “Nice to meet you. Now, how can I help you?”

Perhaps it’s Tifa, you think to yourself while you explain the situation but then, you remember that the music in your head would have stopped by now if she were your soulmate. So, no, probably not Tifa.

“Why are you looking for him?” she asks, not quite able to hide the curiosity in her voice. “Need a mercenary?”

“Hm? No.” So, that’s what he is. “To be honest, I have no idea why I’m looking for him. My friend Aerith told me I should go to the slums of Sector 7 and talk to him. I know this sounds so weird but she insisted.”

Tifa’s face lights up. “Oh, I know Aerith! We met a while ago. Long story.”

“I think I’ve heard parts of it.”

It’s hard to focus on a conversation when your mind keeps repeating the same melody over and over again, and you begin to wonder if that’s why Aerith sent you here – because she knows that your soulmate is somewhere around here. She has an ungodly sixth sense for this kind of things, after all.

“Cloud should be back soon. You can wait for him here if you want,” Tifa suggests, snapping you out of your thoughts. In that moment, the door to the bar opens, and the music in your head grows louder and louder, almost to a point where it becomes unbearable, and when you turn around, you see a blonde man approaching you. Then, stunning blue eyes meet yours, and the music stops.

Oh.

Oh.

You try very hard not to lose your composure but you’re pretty sure you’re staring at him like he’s some kind of supernatural creature. But he looks at you the same way, so it’s probably not all that bad. (At least that’s what you try to tell yourself because the way Tifa giggles quietly and excuses herself convinces you that the whole situation is more than awkward.)

“Hi,” you say, and much to your surprise, you even manage to smile.

Cloud blinks before, all of a sudden, he blurts out, “You have a beautiful smile.”

It’s obvious that you’re not the only one taken aback by his sudden compliment because he has barely ended his sentence when he starts to blush vigorously, the rosy pink color dusting his cheeks a lovely contrast to his eyes.

Oh no, you think, he’s adorable.

Silence settles in but soon enough, you gather the courage to ask him to join you for a walk to get to know each other better. The slums might not be the most romantic place on this planet but still you feel your heart flutter when Cloud agrees.

You really need to thank Aerith later.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider reblogging, liking and/or leaving a comment. I'd really appreciate the support. <3

Taglist: @sixdaysofsilverashes @thevoidwriting @theimaginaryheir @asilverraven

[risu442]

I was tagged by my bestie @mortemain! Thank you! Sorry for the late answer, but hey, at least I did before christmas! 😂

1. What's your favorite Christmas song?

2. What holiday movie do you have to watch during the season?

3. Post a pic of your tree or any decor inside or out, doesn't even have to be from your *house.☃️🎁

* Anything that has brought a smile to your face this holiday season that you feel comfortable posting.

Pass along to your friends and mutuals if you would like as well.❄️🎄

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1. I don't like christmas songs so much but at least this year I get a nice one 😁 so I share that:

Tinnasit - Only Christmas

2. Non? Okay, but normally I don't like Christmas movies so much, but since I saw Single all the way I am watching that to turn my head off, so I say that one!

3. This street I found pretty 😁 And also the Weihnachtsmarkt in Ulm!

I tag: @scattered-stardust @arewedoneyet @vani-ash @fuckyeah-itme @ominous-meme @salamander89 @mousydentist @sherlockholmeson @syrena-del-mar @lilitblaukatz @ner-vod @ahomatsuri @alwaysandforeverlost @call-my-master @bilights @wherelanguage-ends @the-cookie-of-doom AND EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO PLAY!

[retracexcviii]

Vanitas' character analysis

Hiiii again, we are two days away from the Vanitas no carte back so it's a good moment to share this little analysis I made like... 3 weeks ago (I know, I am the worst, let me be).

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This is from the start of the Catacombs arc, when Vanitas is laying in the roof waiting for a late hour:

When I read this in the manga, I understood it as if he was just watching the button, looking tired for what he is about to do (visit the chasseaurs, Moreau, etc) and going to rest.

But then the anime aired. And they added this extra frames:

The focus isn't only in the button (as happens in the manga), but in the moon and it is reflection in the button too!

The first time you see it, you don't have context, but after a second round you can understand the exhaustion in Vanitas eyes (the anime didn't make it so remarkable as the manga):

In addition, thanks to the latest arc, we learn about Vani's past with Misha and Luna and how meaningful the moon became to Vanitas:

Then Misha remember the day Luna died and this is what he remember about Vani:

When Vanitas looks to the moon it's not only him looking to a giant rock from far away, he is looking directly to a representation of Luna (his savior and the person that doomed him to carry her mark).

So, coming back to this two frames I love very much:

I think it is a very poetic visualization of Vanitas's mind in that moment. He remembering his past; how he was trained as chasseur, how he was taken as a guinea pig for Moreau and how Luna arrived to his life.

Luna represented by the moon, Moreau represented by the button and all of it fused with the light of the moon being reflected in that little metal piece to make Vanitas remember the day he met the Blue Moon:

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All of this makes me wonder if that bittersweet memories make Vanitas' feel more good or bad, since all his relationship with Luna is a spectrum from absolute hate to complicated love. I wonder if he thought in that roof about Luna to find strength for what he had to do (confront Moreau again) or if he was looking for determination in his mission to destroy Luna...

Also, a little detail I point out because some people didn't see it:

Vanitas' pocket watch

Misha's pocket watch

Basically, a present to both from Luna. That Misha has it yet isn't weird since he adores Luna, but Vanitas... It's another hint of his love to Luna.

Also, and with this I stop I swear, look Vanitas' face after looking to the watch. Tell me what's in your mind baby, don't be shy and stop being so mysterious.

[saint-in-chains]

Happy birthday, Ollie!!🥳🥳🎉🎉

I hope you get to enjoy it to the fullest <3

I wish I could have done at least some cute birthday Lilia edit for you, but I got sick last week and work has been awfully busy, too😭 I can barely keep my eyes open as of writing this, but I wanted to send you this little birthday greeting!

Sending you lots of hugs🤗💞💞

Thank you vani☆ I'm pretty sick myself to be honest.

And dw, I remember the thing you drew for me last year and it's eternal 🫶

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

when you get this, answer with five mutuals you love and why! then send to five other people <3

I know what you're thinking... am I really going to tag 15 moots because I got this ask 3 times? The answer is fUCK YEAH

@dontirrigateme I'm gonna start with the one who started it all for me!! Thank you for being the one that got me into BoB and obsessing over them with me all the time 😂 you're honestly an amazing human being and I am so SO grateful I get to call you my sibling!!!

@executethyself35 ALEXI!!!! One of my number one supporters and only one I'm ok sharing Luz with!! You're an amazing human being and I love your chaotic energy 🤣

@ewipandora Ewi !!!!!!!! We don't talk enough but that doesn't mean you're not one of my fav moots to see around!!! You honestly seem like such a kind and sweet persoN WE NEED TO TALK MORE!!!!

@ithinkabouttzu Maaaaacccc!!!! I love getting to talk to you and your writing is INCREDIBLE!!! You are always so kind and encouraging and you mean the world to me!!!

@ronsparky Jess you lovely human!!! I know we don't talk a lot but seeing you in my notes always makes me smile!! Thank you for being my moot and always being so kind and supportive!!

@love--persevering VASILISA YOU GORGEOUS HUMAN!!!!!! I know we don't talk too much but it always means the world to me whenever I see your name pop up!! Thank you for always being so encouraging and kind and lovely and everything in between !!!!

@ronald-speirs MARINE!!!! We've just started talking more and I'm so glad we have!!!! You are so incredibly kind, uplifting, warm, and just all around a wonderful person!! Thank you for being my moot and I can't wait to talk to you more!!

@thicccqueyoongimin Laraaaaaaaaa!!!!! I will never forget reading your ship request and thinking "did I write this in my sleep" 🤣 I love how alike we are and how much we just vibe!!! Thank you for understanding me and my/our obsession with Winters and Liebgott 😝💖

@panzershrike-pretz PRETZ MY BELOVED!!!! You were the first person in the fandom I actually traded discords with so we could talk more!!! Thank you for always having amazing chaotic energy and also your ocs are always so cool and intricate!!!!! You're an incredibly kind and lovely human and I'm so grateful we're moots!!!!

@blueberry-ovaries Mads!!! I know we don't talk a lot but it always makes my heart happy to see you pop on my dash and in my notes!!!! You always have something nice to say and your charts/rankings give me life 🤣💕

@xxluckystrike BLU!!!!! You were one of the first people I wrote a request for!!! We don't talk a lot but we need to talk more!! You are such a kind and lovely person and it always makes me smile when I see your name pop up ❤️✨

@sweetxvanixlla Vani!!!!! I think you were the first person in the fandom to tag me in something like a tag or ask game!! I know it's silly but that first time being included just meant the world to me, thank you for being such a kind and lovely human and including me that first time 💖

@neptunes-blue Aaaaaaa my HBO War Secret Santa!!! The Winters art you made was ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!!!!!! Thank you so much for being my moot and creating art that is just STUNNING 🥰💕❤️✨

@b00ks1ut Rachel!!! I know we don't talk a lot but seeing your name in my notes always makes me smile!!! thank you for always being kind and encouraging!! We need to talk more ❤️❤️

@hanniewinnix Ok so this is gonna be really silly but I will never forget posting the first chapter of Should've Been Born Later Nix and seeing that you reblogged it with a tag llike OMNOMNOM like it honestly made my day and just meant the world to me!!!! Thank you for always being so sweet and supportive love!!! We gotta talk more!!!!!!

Aaaaaaa I feel like I repeated a lot of adjectives but truly y'all are the kindest, sweetest, most supportive and encouraging people I've ever talked to and even if we don't talk/don't talk a lot please know I love you sosososososo much and my messages are ALWAYS open!!! 💖❤️💕🥰��

[panzershrike-pretz]

THANK YPU SO MUCH FOR TAGGING ME @xxluckystrike @grumpy-liebgott @ronsparky!!! Love u guys :3

Fandom Q/A

name/alias:

Pretzel or Pretz :D

country:

Brazil🐆🇧🇷🐆🐆🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🐆🐆🐆🐆🐆🐆🇧🇷🐆🐆🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🐆🇧🇷WHAT THE FUCK IS A NON-ELETRICAL SHOWER??🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🐆🐆🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷

which of the series have you seen?

Band of Brothers and 2 eps of The Pacific (need to finish but I'm lazy)

use an emoji or one word to describe your favorite character in an hbowar miniseries:

🦈

ultimate ship:

i'm no sailor 💕

favorite fic:

I love @xxluckystrike's Francis/Webster works and @1waveshortofashipwreck's new time-travel fic :]

what are some of the ways you interact in this fandom?

Memes and commenting on stuff

favorite color:

Blueeeee

current favorite song:

Yes, to Err os Human, so Don't be One by Will Wood

complete this sentence: “where the hell is ___ company?!”

fox??

other accounts or socials?

My new clangen sideblog, @featherr-clan :D

list one other fandom member (mutual or a follower you admire) for some appreciation:

@onehelluvamarine, because Yàn is one of the best friends a person could ask for! She is very cool and I'm lucky to know her (and all of the other amazing people here)

@whollyjoly because Em is actually so funny and unhinged, she even helps me convert peoplei nto Potowo :3

@xxluckystrike BLUUUUUUU HAS THE BEST OCS! And she is so fun to talk to and writes so well

@sweetxvanixlla i want to be like Vani one day. Calm and cool and so good with people; she's the kindest person out there

@1waveshortofashipwreck ANOTHER EM!! We've been talking a lot and she's just so fun and supportive! I love our little chats, and your ocs and you in general! Amazing person >:3

I think everyone has been tagged already, but if not!! Have fun!!!

[thetargaryenbride]

Nail To The Coffin - S3 - Chapter 4

Warnings: fighting

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 4745

Important A.N: 𝘚𝘰, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 – 𝘪𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘍, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘍 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘍 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘍 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘍 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘌𝘭. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘍 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘍 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 “𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺/𝘔𝘍 x 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳” 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦. 

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Masterlist || Chapter 3 || Chapter 5

“Harrington!” yelled Eddie as his fist pounded on the front door of the boy’s house. “Steve!”

“Jesus! Can you be any louder?” snapped Steve as he yanked the door open and stepped out on the porch. “What are you even doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” chuckled the boy in disbelief as he folded his lips and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Where the hell have you been all day, huh?” he barked out as he suddenly took a step forward and got face to face with Steve, making the other boy recoil and took a step back. “I called and called and called but nobody picked up!”

“That’s because we cracked the code, dude! We’ve been tracking the Russians all day!” explained the boy heatedly. “I was trying to reach you too but you didn’t pick up either! Were you not home the whole day?”

“No, I was running around town, playing detective with your super-powered friend and the sister of Y/N’s possible abductor,” he smiled tightly, lips curling up in a condescending grin and Steve’s jaw hit the floor.

“S-super-powered friend? What are you talking about?”

“Eleven? Does that ring any bells?” bit out Eddie as he tilted his head, irked, and Steve shut his eyes tightly, folding his lips as his head lowered. “Demogorgons? Hawkins Lab experiments? Portals? The Upside Down? Will’s vanishing? When were you going to tell me, huh?” Eddie’s voice raised with each word and Steve’s hands waved around in a ‘shut up’ motion.

“Keep your voice down! God! The walls have ears! Sometimes literally!” whisper shouted the boy. “It was wrong of them to tell you! Everyone is being monitored and eavesdropped by the government! They made Hopper, the Byers, and who knows who else sign a ton of confidentiality papers!”

The two boys just stared at one another as they fell into silence for a moment, chests heaving, as they tried to simmer down.

“Y/N should’ve told me,” sighed Eddie dejectedly and Steve spared him an understanding look.

“I felt like a total idiot when I learned too. Back then I fully believed that Nancy and Jonathan were doing shit behind my back but… they were actually hunting the monster, you know. God, when I think of the stupid shit I did back then because of these misunderstandings,” he let out a sigh as he gnawed on the inside of his cheek. “Y/N wanted to tell you. She really did.”

“Speaking of Y/N-”

“Yeah, what was it that you said about ‘Y/N’s possible abductor’? She’s alright. She called earlier today,” revealed Steve and Eddie’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“Yeah. She called. Not long after you left the mall, actually,” informed him the boy and Eddie blinked in confusion. “She said that after her friend’s emergency was dealt with she skipped to Indianapolis to buy some stuff. She’s preparing a big surprise party for Max’s upcoming birthday. I was a bit bummed she didn’t tell me and had me worrying but she apologized and said it just slipped her mind in the hurry. It happens to the best of us, I guess. So, it’s all good,” he smiled as he gave Eddie’s arm a pat. “I’ve been trying to reach you to tell you of the news so you don’t waste time going around looking for her but…”

“I see,” muttered the boy, still feeling a bit lost and perplexed and Steve furrowed his brows.

“You ok, man?”

“Yeah, yeah…I’m good,” cleared his throat Eddie before giving a curt wave. “See you around then.”

“Have a good night, man,” said Steve before he went back inside and Eddie slowly dragged his feet back to his van, wondering what the fuck just happened because everything that occurred throughout the day totally clashed with what he learned throughout the evening. He stood there in the darkness, the only source of light being the street lights that were dimmer than usual, and contemplated on everything for a while, scratching his scalp and letting out a long, heavy exhale.  

“Holy shit, I need a smoke.”

The Following Day

“I don’t know. He looks pretty normal to me,” said Max while observing Billy through the binoculars Lucas had granted her while the rest of the kids surrounded her and also focused their attention on the boy in question.

Earlier this morning, the boys had urgently called the girls and the group had gathered at Mike’s house where Will had explained that he had felt the Mind Flayer’s presence a couple of times during the past few days. They speculated that the part of the Mind Flayer that was burned out of Will stayed in Hawkins and was now back alive and kicking, taking new hosts.

Eleven and Max had revealed their suspicions and discoveries to the others, telling them about Billy’s bizarre behavior, Heather’s disappearance, and the vision of you that Eleven got.

“But that’s not possible! Y/N called us the other evening. She said everything was fine,” had tried to argue Will. You had called home late the other evening and you had called Steve early yesterday morning. It was unfathomable to Will as to how you could’ve been compromised.

“But what if she was controlled to do so to avoid suspicions and people getting in the way?” had countered Mike which had not sit well with Will or the others.

And now everyone was at the pool, having decided to spy on Billy and see if he truly was a host, hoping that maybe they’d be able to learn more about your location and condition if they deciphered his.

“Normal?” huffed Lucas. “How many times have you seen him with a shirt on?”

“I mean, it’s a little weird.”

“More than a little,” joined Mike. “He was in a tub with ice. The Mind Flayer likes it cold. Plus everything else-“

“But he’s lounging at the pool, which is like, the least Mind Flayer thing ever,” she scrunched up her brows skeptically.

“Not necessarily,” spoke out Will. “The Mind Flayer likes to hide. He only used me when he needed me. It’s like you’re dormant. And then, when he needs you, you’re activated.”

“Ok, so we just wait until he gets activated,” suggested Max, and Mike shook his head.

“No. What if he hurts someone?”

“Or kills someone?”

“We can’t take that chance. We need to find out if he’s the host.”

What followed after that was a couple of hours' worth of preparations as the group worked together to set the perfect trap for Billy – a plan that would lead him right to the sauna where they could trap him.

If he was a host, they would know immediately.

If he was a host, they would burn the Mind Flayer out of him.

Billy felt absolutely miserable. He felt like the lowest scum to ever walk this planet.

Today he had managed to get a bit of freedom. The monster had loosened the strings. But it was faux freedom. It was dangled in front of him like meat in front of a hungry, locked-up, abused dog. He could get a whiff of it but never truly grasp it.

He couldn’t even understand why the monster made him come to work. What was the point? To keep up appearances? To avoid suspicions? And any time he would think of doing something to put an end to this madness, the monster would take control. He was trapped and he couldn’t anything to stop this. He could only obey.

He let out a long, shaky exhale through his nose as he finally willed himself to exit the prison of his thoughts and opened his locker, pulling out a pair of jeans and clean underwear so he could get dressed. It was then that he heard clanging somewhere in the building which drew his attention.

“Pool’s closed,” he said but the weird scraping of metal and clanging continued either way. “Hey!” he called out as he shut the locker closed and marched towards where he thought the sound came from. “Do you hear me? Pool is closed.”

He went to open the door and exit the dressing rooms so he could check outside but the door was locked and no matter how hard he pushed against it, it wouldn’t budge. When the lights went off completely, an unsettling feeling began to rise within him as he turned around and began walking in the opposite direction.

“Billy,” he heard a voice that seemed to echo in the whole building, causing him to snap his head and try to locate the intruder, his abused, overwhelmed mind on the edge of snapping.

“Who’s there?” he muttered.

“Billy,” the voice sing-sung, taunting him, which made his insides churn even more, both from anger and, as much as he hated to admit it, from fear.

Was he just hearing things? Was this some kind of a sick, twisted game that the monster wanted to drag him into? Was he going to become a victim of yet another mental and physical torment?

He began checking every shower, every locker, every room or closet he could get his hands on, as he tried to keep his composure.

“If I find you, it’s your funeral,” he bit out as he rounded a corner and entered the last room he could think of. It was there that he saw a silhouette of a man, standing right inside the sauna. “Got you,” he murmured before he let out a cackle. “Good job, man, good job,” he spoke mockingly before his smile fell off and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes, nose scrunching up in anger and pure annoyance as he marched towards the sauna, yanking the door open.

“Come and get me you piece of shit.”

But when he finally came face to face with the person, he realized that it wasn’t actually a person. It was a mannequin. He took hold of it, finding out that it was suspended in the air by strings and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he saw the taped walkie-talkie, mind going haywire as to why this was happening, who did it, and why did they target him in their stupid prank.

“Hey…behind you,” echoed Mike’s voice from the device and Billy whirled, only to come face to face with Eleven.

“Hi,” she said flatly before nodding her head and hurtling Billy against the wall. He let out a grunt of pain as he slumped on the ground and that’s when the rest of the group stormed into the room.

El shut the door of the sauna while Mike, Will, and Lucas made sure to secure the handle with a metal rod and chains. Once made sure the door was properly locked, everyone backed away and watched expectantly, flinching when Billy yelled and hit the door a couple of times.

“Max,” he breathed out after calming down for a bit and she looked at him guiltily before her face steeled.

“Do it,” she told Will and he rushed to turn on the heat.

The temperature was quickly beginning to rise and Billy’s breathing began intensifying more and more by the second as the heat clawed at him, driving him nuts.

“Max! Let me out of here!” he yelled. “Let me out of here,” the rough scream shifted into slow, more menacing talking. “You kids…think this is funny? You, kids, think this is some kind of sick prank, huh? You little shits think this is funny!?” he yelled once again after spitting on the window and they shared a fearful but resolute look. “What is this? Open…the door,” he grit out every word and suddenly, a shiver ran down Will’s spine as goosebumps crawled like ants upon his neck.    

“You heard him,” suddenly sounded a voice from behind them and everyone whirled to look at the intruder, eyes widening in shock, blood running cold. “Open the door,” you heaved as you stared at them through half-lidded, red-rimmed eyes. Your skin was sweaty and glistening, your hair was damp and so was your dress as it clung to your body.

“Open the door!” screamed Billy at the top of his lungs as he began hitting it once again, startling the kids. “Open the door! Open the goddamn door!”

They looked fearfully between you and the boy when all of a sudden, his erratic, aggressive behavior ceased and he collapsed. Max gulped, eyes wide with worry, and ran to check on him through the small window. That’s when they all heard something they never expected to hear from the boy even in their wildest imaginations.

Billy broke down.

“It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault, Max. I promise you, it’s not my fault,” he sobbed.

“What’s not your fault, Billy?”

“I’ve done things, Max. Really…bad things. I didn’t mean to,” he whimpered. “He made me do it,” he finally blurted out and everyone gulped, feeling tremors course through them.

You staggered on your feet as you took a step forward and Will intercepted your way, grabbing you by the arms.

“Y/N, you’re-you’re sick,” he stuttered out. “You’ll be fine. I promise you will be.”

“Really?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Who made you do it, Billy?”

“I don’t know,” he sniffed. “It’s like a shadow…Like a giant shadow,” and then he was back to sobbing and begging, making Max tear up at the sight.

Whatever words Will wanted to direct to his sister and the others died in his throat as he felt an even stronger sensation run over his spine and he turned to address his friend. “I feel him even more now,” he informed Mike fearfully and the boy looked at Will, then at the way you stared at everyone as if in a trance.

“Max, get away from the door…” he spoke calmly and then realized it probably wouldn’t have the needed impact so he hollered the next words instead. “Get away from the door!”

As if on cue, everything descended into chaos as Billy broke the glass, almost cutting Max in the process, and you took Will by the shoulders and harshly shoved him in Mike’s direction, causing him to stumble and fall, taking Mike down alongside him. Eleven and Lucas looked on, eyes helplessly tracking Max, Billy, you, and the two fallen on the ground, as they were too stunned to think of what to do to help. Lucas was the first who managed to gather his senses and he opted to shoot at Billy with his slingshot, hitting him harshly in the head and causing him to stumble and fall. You let out a yelp as your hand went to clutch your throbbing forehead and you turned to glare at Lucas, frighteningly slow, making him shiver and take a step back.

Before he had the chance to react and defend himself, you grabbed him by the arms and threw him in Max’s direction who thankfully managed to catch him before he hit the floor.

Black veins began to slowly form all over your body, making your brother look on with horror and anguish as if you were deteriorating in front of his very eyes. The burning sensation was causing you such immense pain, yet you marched to the door, yanking the metal rod and the chains from the handle and throwing them away where they landed with a clank. This finally freed the beast from his cage and he got out with a deafening bang.  

In the meantime, the children were able to get back on their feet and clutter together.

“No…way,” muttered Lucas as everyone stared at the two of you and Billy roared in rage as he faced off against El.

You went for the others who successfully managed to evade you.

“Y/N, you gotta come back to your senses!” yelled Lucas as he tried grabbing you and keeping you in place, making you growl and reach for him. Before you could repeat what you did earlier, the boys managed to take hold of you and keep you at bay. They held tightly onto your arms and torso as you struggled to break free.

“Listen to me!” shouted Will and your eyes found his. “You-you are Y/N Byers. Your birthday is [date of birth]. Remember, every year you complain that you’re getting older? But me, mom, and Jonathan always make your favorite cake which lifts your spirits right away,” he stammered as his eyes watered, hands squeezing your shoulders. “We love spending time together as a family, going on picnics, painting, cooking, watching movies or taking photos with Jonathan’s camera. Remember how we hung out with Eddie and how you made flower crowns for us all? Eddie complained that you ruined his aesthetics and couldn’t get the petals off his hair for hours after that and he-he chased you in the fields and we had lots of fun. And Steve! Remember Steve? It’s a bit gross seeing you swap saliva with him when we hang out, but it’s also beautiful seeing you being so happy and in love which is something you deserve after all the suffering you went through,” he cried out and your breathing slowed down as you stared at him, feeling a pang in your heart.

“You always take care of us! You’ve always been our family’s pillar and you’ve always managed to pull me out of any dark hole. You accept me for who I am and I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re my sister and I love you,” sobbed Will, his heartbreaking shout resonating in your very soul, shattering the barrier that was keeping you hostage. Your lip trembled as your strong grip faltered and your struggling ceased, the black veins slowly retreating as you finally took control after days of being in the backseat of the car.

“Will,” you whispered and he and Lucas looked at each other, smiling at you.

Then the sound of chaos and battle returned as you turned to look at Billy backhanding Mike, who had attempted charging at him, and slapping Eleven, sending her to the floor. The girl looked beyond exhausted and she couldn’t find the strength to stand up as blood kept leaking from her nose.

You blinked rapidly as you backed away from the children, slowly turning around to fully face Billy.

Although this wasn’t the real Billy. This was the Mind Flayer, walking around and wreaking havoc using Billy as a meat suit.

“What are you doing?” he spat out, sending shivers down your spine.

You were afraid of him.

So afraid.

But the children were right there and if you didn’t do something, they would become victims to this creature. You weren’t going to let your brother or the others get hurt again.

You shuddered at the sight of Billy’s decaying torso, covered in black veins as if death itself was spreading all over him, crawling in his insides, slithering through each vessel. You wanted to cry at the memory of Billy who had broken down at the cemetery, falling victim to the Mind Flayer in front of your very eyes without you even realizing it until it was too late. And now you did not know how to save him. You did not know how to save yourself. You had managed to break out of the Mind Flayer’s control. At least temporarily. That’s why you weren’t currently sharing a connection and you weren’t feeling the effects of the burn as Billy was. But you didn’t know how long you’d be able to keep it up, so you had to fight while you still could.

You had to protect the children.

That’s why you didn’t waste any more time as you dashed towards him and sent a punch his way. He evaded it so you opted to crouch down and kick out your leg. Your foot made contact with his ankle and you tripped him off balance, making him topple on the ground. You jumped on top of him, straddling his waist, and your hands wrapped around his neck. You were hoping to cut off his air supply so he would pass out. Then you’d be able to lock him in the sauna and burn the Mind Flayer out of him.

He was stronger than you even without the Mind Flayer’s powers on his side. Now that he was powered up, he was ten times stronger, making your attempts to gain the upper hand futile and making you feel like the biggest, naïve idiot for thinking you could protect the children and that stood a chance against him. He grabbed your hand and twisted it, making you hiss in pain. He brought his knee up, ramming it into your lower back. You grunted as you lost balance and toppled off him. You tried to get on your feet as fast as possible but he was faster. By the time you were standing, he was already up and waiting for you to fall in his range.

He raised his arm and punched you so hard you fell on the floor with a pained cry. He didn’t give you a chance to get up as he crouched down, placing one knee on your lower back and pressing painfully, one hand going to grab your left upper arm, digging his fingers so deep into your scarred flesh that you could feel his nails cut through your skin as his other hand went to grasp your hair and yank it harshly. You let out a yelp as you flailed under him, trying to get him off your back.

“You will submit,” he grit out and your eyes watered as you felt the Mind Flayer chipping away at your free will once again.

“No!”

“No?” he spoke threateningly low as he let you go, and the children could only watch terrified as he landed a harsh kick to your side, making you cry out in pain. He landed another and another, making the pain so unbearable that you couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing and choking out pleas for him to stop.

But what you didn’t know was that deep inside he was screaming. He tried fighting back against the Mind Flayer. He tried his darn best to gain control of his body. He didn’t want to hurt you. The fact that he was hurting you again, unable to do anything besides watch, was tearing him apart. But he was tangled in strings and someone else was pulling them. He felt used. He felt sick. Sick of himself and sick of whatever cruel and twisted creature was controlling him.

He felt like a puppet.

“Go away!” screamed Will as he ran towards Billy and rammed himself against the older boy, managing to make him lose balance and stumble backward. “Go away!” he cried out once again as he stood protectively in front of you and Billy spat on the ground before he marched towards your brother who seemed to have suddenly lost his bravery and began shaking, eyes darting around, not knowing what to do.

“No!” you choked out as you managed to lift yourself up enough and grab Will by the back of his shirt, pulling him away from Billy’s advancing punch and making him stumble and fall almost on top of you. You grit your teeth as more hot pain shot through your body and you wrapped your arms around Will protectively, backing the two of you against the wall while Mike ran towards Billy with a metal pipe, attempting to hit him.

However, Billy was unfazed by the hit he received and he easily pulled the pipe out of Mike’s hands and threw it on the ground. Just when he was about to attack the boy, Eleven, who had regained some strength, got up and used her powers to lift Billy in the air. Both of them screamed as they faced off until El finally overpowered him, throwing him away and through the brick wall before collapsing from exhaustion once again.

Everyone needed to take a second to calm down after the whole fight and the children felt a bit relieved when they saw Billy running away instead of coming back for more. Then they got pulled back into reality when they heard Will’s broken voice.

“Y/N? Y/N, stay with me,” he sobbed as he held your face in his hands. You could barely lift your head, peeking through strands of hair that had fallen in your vision, and seeing your brother’s tear-stained face sent another pang through your heart. “El!?” he cried out as he looked at her in desperation but she shook her head, not knowing what to do as she lay tiredly in Mike’s arms.

You whimpered as you tried to move but there was barely any strength left in your body. You managed to lift yourself just a tad bit before plopping back down.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Will sobbed when he heard you groan in pain. To a point, he blamed himself for this outcome. If he hadn’t snapped you out of the Mind Flayer’s control, you wouldn’t have gone against Billy and you wouldn’t have ended up getting beaten like that.

“I can feel him, Will,” you stuttered out. “I can’t fight him off any longer.”

“It’s ok,” he sniffed. “We’re going to burn him out of you and you’ll be ok. I promise!” he gave you a wobbly smile and your lips twitched as it was now your turn to shed tears.

“Y/N,” sobbed El as she crawled towards you two and grasped your hand. You could feel her and Will trembling. You couldn’t imagine how terrified they were.

“Billy is the main host,” you croaked out as your grip on her hand tightened. “If you burn it out of him, the other flayed might be freed too. Go for Billy instead of everyone individually…before it’s too late,” you gasped as you shut your eyes, battling off the pain and the Mind Flayer, hoping to relay even a bit of useful information to the kids before passing out. Your pupils began dilating and you were beginning to feel your consciousness slipping away. It was one of the most terrifying things you have ever felt.

“We have to knock her out. Quick!” shouted the redhead and Mike looked around as if trying to find something to hit you with.

Eleven took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her hand reaching for you, latching onto your forehead, and shortly after you were out like a candle while more blood leaked from the girl’s nose. Will looked at her in confusion.

“W-what did you do?”

“I just knocked her out. But I’m not sure how long she’ll stay down. I might have to do it again. We should hurry home,” she tried explaining her point and Mike hurried to back her up.

“Yeah, we can’t stop every minute in order to subdue her so we’ll have to be quick. But it’s gonna take forever to reach your house with the bikes.”

“You have a point,” sniffed Will as he wiped his eyes and tried lifting you, Eleven rushing to his side to help him out, the two of them taking hold of each of your arms and hauling you up on your feet, using their shoulders as support.

“Let’s just get out of here as fast as possible.”

Nobody could argue against that. But there was one issue.

“Okay, but, Mike’s right. It’s gonna take us forever if we use the bikes. And she’s gonna fall off. What do we do?” inquired Lucas and the group looked at each other as they tried to think of a way to resolve this before Max snapped her fingers.

“Eddie!” she exclaimed and Eleven’s face lit up in realization. “Eddie has a van, right? Let’s call him! There is a phone booth outside!” she suggested and the group didn’t waste a second following through.  

“This is my number. Call me if something bad happens, ok?” had told them Eddie last night after he dropped them off at Hargrove residence before leaving and Max was more grateful than ever that she had kept his number.

Now, if he could actually pick up, it’d be great.

“Hello? Munson residence,” she let out a relieved sigh at the sound of his voice.

“Eddie, it’s Max. We need your help. It’s an emergency.”

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