#the rides that flip you upside down would probably kill me

[angrybatart]

That dragon flew down the hill pretty fast, Performance. Give the poor guy a break.

I LOVE roller coasters, but get a little overstimulated while riding them. One time, I held onto the safety bar so tight my hands went numb. And I was just SO out of it for a few minutes. Not gonna stop me from riding another one, though.

[bahablastplz]

All in | Chapter 17

pairing: Lee Felix x f!reader (mafia au)

summary: You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew?

chapter summary: You made a decision that you seriously hope you won't regret. That, or that it won't kill you first.

chapter warnings: self-harm (in a non-suicidal way), major character death, graphic descriptions of violence, angst

warnings: please see series masterlist for all warnings

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There are many things that have led to this very moment and you can’t say that you are very pleased with the turn of events, but sometimes you need to take on responsibilities that you don’t really want to. 

Like leaving Felix without saying goodbye. 

You genuinely cry in the car the entire car ride. You think a couple of selfish, self-pitying thoughts. Why did it have to be me? Why do I have to be the responsible one? Why couldn’t I have just gone along with this new, picture perfect life, and let Felix carry me away into the sunset? Of course, of course you want to escape and be happy. But you hold yourself to a higher standard and sense of morality than that, and you just can't let everybody else suffer while you get away scot free. 

You realize the sense of danger that you’re in. The hardest part of it all, however, is not being able to say goodbye to Felix before you leave. Deep down, you think that he would have let you go but he would have wanted to come with you, and even scarier is the thought of something happening to him because of your own reckless decision making. You’re glad that you were able to have one night with him without the looming anxiety of getting caught. 

You just hope that Felix is able to forgive you no matter how this plays out. 

Before you get to your destination, you decide to make a pitstop. You’ve been thinking about what story you want to tell and how you can use your words to your advantage. You stop at the gas station to pull over into the restroom to look at yourself in the mirror. Although you look a little frail, mostly all of your wounds and bruises from all of your past endeavors have completely healed up. That’s a little bit unfortunate for what you plan to do, however. 

The first thing you do is completely mess up your hair. Rustling and tustling it almost to an unrecognizable degree, you make sure that there’s at least a million knots in it before trying to make it look presentable again (the task is impossible). Next, you tear at your clothes, putting rips in your sleeves and your leggings. Thinking for a moment, you laugh at the ridiculousness of what you’re about to do before letting yourself fall to the bathroom floor, the tiles scraping against your hands and knees and making them bleed. 

You re-examine yourself, and while it’s a lot better than what you came in with, you still felt like it wasn’t quite enough. Taking a deep breath, you punched the grimy mirror in the gas station bathroom, watching as it shattered into big shards and fell to the floor. You cringed, knowing you were making quite a ruckus but at the same time it wasn’t likely that anybody would come check on you as there was nobody around for miles. There was just one more thing that would finish the look; taking one small shard of glass, you used it to split your bottom lip. Perfect. 

As you left the gas station and got back into the car, you rubbed some dirt on your face and arms just to make sure you looked as rough as you felt. You were probably only twenty or thirty minutes away at this point, so you needed to make sure that you finished your plan down to a T. 

You pull the car over, taking one last grounding breath and pulling the gun into the waistband of your leggings. On shaky legs, you walk to the door, hoping that the execution of the first part of this plan goes well. 

“I’m here to see Lee Heeseung, please tell him that Y/N L/N is here for him.” 

You don’t have to wait very long. Immediately you’re brought upstairs to see Heeseung and you request a private audience with him. You suppose that he grants your wish because of the waterworks that start flowing the second that he starts speaking to you. The tears come easy to you, you suppose, when you tell yourself to think of Felix instead, but it’s all just a ruse. 

“I made it out,” you manage to tell him. “I don’t really know what’s happened to me, but they took me from him, from J-Jung–” you can’t even manage to say his name. Not after everything that has happened, but this happens to work well in your favor. “They killed him. They’ve taken everything from me. They’ve been using me for months, and then finally, at the gala, I thought Jungwon was going to take me back, but we were still in a fight. He told me that if I could lure SKZ there that he would take me back and we would get back together, but I wasn’t expecting for them to kill him, Hee… please, don’t make me go back there,” you sob. 

Heeseung looks nothing less than confused. It’s clear that he’s been given just about ten different sides of the story, but now that Jungwon is dead there’s no way he can confirm it. There’s only one thorn in the side here… Woojin. But Woojin worked for SKZ first before he betrayed them, and in the technicalities of it all, you’ve known Heeseung for longer and you were the property of ENHA first. 

“They told me that you wanted to kill me after Jungwon died,” you sniffle. “I’m sorry. It feels like it’s my fault. Please don’t kill me, Heeseung, you have to believe me when I say I’ve been through so much. It’s not my fault. Bang Chan is such an evil man… I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

Heeseung sat for a moment and thought about that. He passed a box of tissues across the table which you gratefully accepted, making a big show of dramatically blowing your nose. 

“I just can’t believe he’s really dead, you know? I just feel like none of this would have even happened if we hadn’t gotten into that fight in the first place. SKZ, they found me outside of the bar and I was unconscious and they took me, Hee. I had no choice.” The tears started up again. “And I tried to leave the first night, and they found me, but Bang Chan, he beat me and he locked me in my room…” 

Heeseung stood suddenly and you froze. You felt a wave of anxiety pass over you and you suddenly wondered if maybe things wouldn’t go the way that you had planned. 

“It seems like I’ve severely misunderstood how things have gone on your part. If you’re truly willing to offer up information, I think we might be willing to work something out between us. Can I offer you a glass of water?” 

You nod your head. As Heeseung leaves the room, you wipe your face and discard the tissue. You’ve made it work. You have really been able to play into the distressed and beaten girl card, and with your previous (though brief) encounter with Heeseung through ENHA, you have been able to tune into what little empathetic side he has. Now, this is truly the important part. Standing behind the door, you pull out the gun and turn off the safety. You’re truly thankful at this moment for the opportunity you had to train with Jisung, though your heart is beginning to thump wildly in your chest. You will your hands to stop trembling, as you know you only have one shot. 

The door cracks open and you see a glimpse of Heeseung’s face before you take aim and fire, watching as Heeseung slumps to the ground. The water spills ungracefully. You hit him square in the face so it only took one shot, so there is no doubt about the fact that he is dead. With a shaky breath you apologize, because it only feels right to calm the aching guilt that overwhelms your chest, before you leave his office. Nobody comes in to check on him. With the loud noise from the bar and the business that takes place around here, you’re sure it’s not an abnormal ambiance. Plus, he might have given his guards a warning since you were on his kill list. That was exactly what you were counting on. 

As you hurry down the hallway overhead the bar, you spot a window that gives you the perfect opportunity to hop down to the first floor and give you the escape you need. You see something out of the corner of your eye however, or someone that hasn’t seemed to notice you yet. In a split second, you have made a decision. Though this strays from your plan, there’s no doubt about it that in making a decision now, you’re tying up a lot of loose ends in the long run. 

Quietly, you sneak up behind him, grabbing the man from behind and pulling him into an empty room. When he feels the cool metal of the gun pressed up against his head, he does not struggle. 

“What the hell, man, take it easy!” Woojin cries. 

“I will not be taking it easy,” you hiss from behind him, your elbow coming around his throat to secure him into a headlock. It is at that moment that it clicks into place for Woojin who it is that is threatening him and his body goes slack, as if relieved. 

“Y/N,” he laughs. “It looks like our little mouse has finally left her cage! How fun.” 

“I wouldn’t feel so at ease if I were you,” you tell him. “I quite literally have a gun to your head right now.” 

“Right,” he practically coos. “Why should I think that you would actually kill me?” 

With a large swing, you bash the side of the gun into his head. He nearly crumbles in your arms but you hold him up by his throat. He whines in pain. 

“I am sick of people underestimating me,” you spit. “And while I might feel a little bit of remorse for killing Lee Heeseung, I will look back on killing you fondly.” 

He sucks in a breath at that. 

“You didn’t,” he says. 

“I did,” you reply, saccharine sweet. You throw him to the ground so you can have a chance to look down on him one last time. “I do have one thing to thank you for, Woojin. Thanks for helping me to realize how weak I was. If it weren’t for you, there’s no way I would be able to do this.” 

You shoot him. 

The feeling is different. You don’t want to call it satisfying, because that just seems wrong. But you are proud of yourself, in a sick and twisted sense. You have successfully carried out stage 1 of your operation. 

You grab a few things from the bar before you leave. Some supplies, some water. Security is surprisingly lax. It’s almost laughable that ENHA was the sworn enemy of SKZ; maybe things have seriously gone downhill since Jungwon died. Maybe nobody expects someone who looks like you, ‘beaten’ and frail to come in so easily and derail their organization from the inside, but then again, you have been training with SKZ for the past couple of months. 

When you get back to your car, you let out a sigh of relief. What a big weight that has been lifted off of your shoulders. If stage 2 of your operation goes according to plan, then you have just made things very easy for yourself in the future. Lee Heeseung no longer wants to kill you, and ENHA is basically out of the picture, along with Woojin. Unfortunately, that was the easier side of the coin to deal with. 

You’re not exactly sure how to deal with Chan, because you’re just unsure of how a conversation is going to settle things. On the other hand you could stage a coup with the other members but it just doesn’t seem feasible enough to get in contact with all of them without his knowledge.

You also have no idea how to get into the house without alerting him of your presence. 

You end up parking about a mile away. You have plenty of time to think on the walk over but mostly you try to calm your nerves. You find that to be a trend a lot lately. As you approach the house, dawn is starting to encroach, a rude red color plaguing the sky that makes you feel a little uneasy. Moreso, you recognize that something is amiss when you see a motorcycle right in front of the house, tire tracks skidding down the path that leads to the main road. Whoever was on the motorcycle didn’t bother to use the bike stand, instead opting to shove it on its side as if they were in a hurry. 

The front door of the SKZ house is wide open. You’re left with a pit in your stomach that something is horribly, horribly wrong. 

You don’t walk through the front door, instead choosing to walk to the side of the house. You find one of the many windows that allow you to look into Chan’s room, choosing to peek into one of them that is slightly open. Using your strength, you push it open inch by inch so that nobody will hear or notice the difference. When you finally look inside, you realize that you are now listening to a conversation that you shouldn’t be. 

“You don’t understand what you’re talking about. I never took advantage of you,” Chan reasons to someone. “I was simply helping you all along. You never realized what you needed and I helped you. I was there for you and I took care of you. Do you not remember? You were able to accomplish your mission and I was there for you, I stood by your side. I was there for you when your parents died, I gave you a purpose in life and took care of you, and now you are to stand by me and be there for me. It’s what you owe me, and instead you go behind my back and take advantage of me. To me, that seems like absolute betrayal of the highest end, do you not understand?” 

“I am not going behind your back,” says a deep voice that you recognize right away. Felix. He’s here right now. Immediately your heart squeezes, knowing that he must have left right away to go looking for you. He put himself in danger and he could’ve gotten himself killed while you were dealing with Heeseung–you didn’t even think of that possibility. Even moreso, you’re overhearing a conversation that’s insanely vulnerable and personal, and while you want to turn away, you know that you need to give yourself this opportunity to interject if needed and protect him. You stay. “Y/N is not an object, she is not either of ours to fight over, Chris. It’s not fair of you to use our past as a way to manipulate me about this.”

“Do you not understand and appreciate everything that I’ve done for you?” Chan asks. “Everything that I’ve done for everyone here?”

“Of course I do, Chris, but for how long? How long are you going to keep holding that over me? The person who killed my parents is dead. I’ve been over it for a long time. How long are you going to keep stringing me along? Will there ever be an end?” 

You climb in through the window, gun in hands. You think you’re being quiet enough. You close an eye, taking aim, continuing to listen to the conversation. 

“Felix, there was never going to be an end. You know that, right? Surely you were never that dumb.” 

“What?” Felix blinks at him, dumbfounded. 

“Y/N!” Chan calls your name and you nearly trip. You take a step forward, aim unwavering. That’s when you realize that Felix is sitting on the floor, slumped over. He seems to be injured, his hand grasping his side and his breathing unsteady. 

“There has to be an end,” you tell him. Chan looks at you, big eyes blinking and mouth parted in a little ‘o; shape. 

“And you think that will end right now? You’re going to shoot me right here?” 

“Yes,” you tell him. 

Chan looks at you, then at Felix, then at you. “I’m surprised,” he says. “And a little hurt.” 

This makes you falter for just a second, which is all the time he needs to cross the room. He disarms you in a second flat. His arms are around your body, his breath is in your ear. 

“I’ve realized something,” he whispers. “Do you know that I love you?”

Of course, you knew this. Woojin clocked it since the gala, the way he had been acting towards you. And of course, there was the fact that he had asked to take you on a date, the possessive behavior, the fact that he locked you up so that you would fall in love with him eventually instead of Felix. You had predicted this from a mile away, but you didn’t expect for him to admit it so bluntly. Not like this, not as a manipulation tactic when you came here with one goal in mind. 

“You can’t say that, Chan,” you tell him. 

“I do,” he admits. “I love you. I think I’ve loved you since day 1.”

“Is that supposed to make everything right?” you tell him. “You’ve fucked up, Chan. There is absolutely nothing you can do to make things right now. You have hurt me, you have hurt the people that I care about, and you are a violent and manipulative person.” 

“What are you trying to say?” he asks, lowering his voice. 

“I don’t love you back,” you tell him, finality in your voice. “I’m sorry, but I never can.” 

“Is it because you love him instead?” he asks, pointing at Felix. 

“That’s not the only reason,” you say, frustrated. “I don’t know how else to make you understand.”

“But you do,” he points out. “Love him.” 

“I do, but–” 

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” Chan sighs. He pulls out the very same gun that you were going to use against him, putting it in your hands. His own hands clasp over yours, holding on tight. He aims the gun at Felix. 

“Chan, what are you doing? Please, stop!” you cry out, panicked. You squirm against his grasp but his hold on the gun is firm. 

“Felix, do you know why there was never going to be an end to all of this?” Chan asks. Felix shakes his head limply. “Because you never actually killed the man who put the order out against your parents all those years ago. In any sense, neither of our missions are done.” 

“Chris, what are you talking about?” Felix asks with gritted teeth. 

“Do I have to spell it out for you, mate? I put out the order. I killed your parents. I found you, I recruited you, and I helped you to find your purpose here. So your noble mission to avenge your parents that ended years ago never really happened,” Chan explains. Though you don’t really know the full story, you feel sick to your stomach. “I was never going to tell you, but I might as well since I’m going to kill you now myself anyways. It’s a little bittersweet after having you as my right-hand man for all these years, but you do crazy things in the name of love.” 

You feel his hands tighten around the trigger. You jerk slightly at the last moment, screaming as the trigger goes off. You just hope that it was enough to not do any serious damage. You can’t help the sob that escapes your lips. All you wanted was for Felix to stay safe, and after everything his downfall might be your fault. The gun drops to the floor and skids across the floor and you drop to your knees, scurrying to pick it up before you feel a tight grasp around your waist, hoisting you up to your feet. The grasp settles around your throat, holding you tightly from behind. 

“You still want to shoot me that bad, huh?” Chan asks. “Do you think you have it in you?” 

“I don’t know,” you tell him. 

“Have you ever shot someone before?” he asks. 

“No,” you lie. You have nothing to prove to him at the moment. You want to focus on getting out of this chokehold, so you think back to your self-defense training with Changbin and Felix and focus on what your next steps should be. 

You lean your head forward, hoping to get as much momentum as you can for when you swing it backwards to catch it against Chan’s face, hard. You know that your head has connected right with Chan’s nose by the loud cracking sound it makes, and so you waste no time in turning around to knee him right in the groin. 

He seems very caught off guard by your sudden actions. 

Next, you push him backwards as hard as you can, knocking him off of his balance. You’re surprised that you were actually able to do this, given that it was more of a risky move. He doesn’t fall, but he takes a few steps backwards in order to right himself. In the meantime, you pull a long knife out of your hoodie pocket. Specifically, you made sure to grab this as a backup option before you left the ENHA bar. 

With a running start, you lodge the knife into his chest. He grabs your wrist, but you’re quick to remove his hand with your other hand. With both hands, you remove the knife and shove it back in again and again. 

“You can’t half-ass shoving a knife into someone–you have to do it with as much force as you can and into a vital spot. If you’re using a knife to protect yourself, you need to do it with the intent to kill. Best case-scenario, you’ll need to stab them multiple times in order to really do some damage,” Changbin had said. You could really thank him just about now. You had no idea just how much that piece of advice would come in handy.

When you look down at Chan, you’re not expecting him to laugh. Pale in the cheeks and hair already sticking to his face, you know that you’ve won. Still, you’re completely thrown off by his actions. 

“What?” you ask. 

“I really did love you, you know,” he tells you. “Maybe things would have worked out under different circumstances.” 

You really weren’t expecting him to say that. “Oh,” you say. 

“I would’ve just hurt you,” he says. “I’ve only ever hurt people. It’s the only thing I’ve been good at. I just wasn’t expecting for you to be the one to hurt me,” he chuckles. 

“Don’t make me feel worse about this,” you say, looking away. “This was your own doing–the only option you gave us. I don't want to sit here and have you make me feel like maybe all along you were this good person, or that maybe you deserved something better, because you don't. I hope you know that none of us wanted this. It had to end like this.” 

And with one last sputtering cough, Bang Chan closes his eyes and doesn’t open them again. You somehow feel like you have both won and lost at the same time, and you can’t help but feel that that is exactly as he had intended. 

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a/n: aasdhj here it is! i hope nobody was expecting this!! <3 let me know your thoughts and the finale should be out within the next few days.

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[cinemasteves]

Eddie teaching reader how to suck him off but reader is all self conscious but it's all cute and sweet

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eddie munson x reader

notes/warnings: 18+ pls! soft dominant!eddie, swearing, a blowjob, weed & mentions of alcohol

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Being best friends with Eddie has its perks. Free weed, a ride to school everyday, constant sleep overs and movie nights, the whole nine yards. You both found peace in each other. Him being able to distract you from your house full of younger siblings and parents on the verge of divorce and you being one of the only people to willingly want to be his friend and talk to him. You knew everything about each other. Well, not everything. You'd been keeping a small, silly secret from Eddie, afraid that he'd make fun of you for it for the next few months. The secret? You'd never given a blowjob before. Sure you'd hooked up with guys, but it's never come down to doing that. They always wanted to please you. Which you're not complaining about, but you want to do it at least once so you know what you're doing just in case a guy actually does ask for one.

Tonight was no different than any other Friday night at Eddie's trailer. You two watching some shitty movies and being so stoned you think you're hearing shapes. The two of you giggling about god knows what and talking about literally any and everything.

"Hey Eddie," you giggled "I've got a confessionnnn."

He gave you a concerned look, but laughed along with you. "Lay it on me princess." What came out of your mouth next was not what he was expecting at all.

"I've never.....sucked a guy off." And just like that you realized that the shapes were gone and now you were left horrified awaiting his response.

"Really? Why?" He had a serious, yet intrigued look on his face. Not the response you were expecting.

"I don't know it's just...i've never been asked t— wait...why aren't you making fun of me right now?" you questioned.

"Oh no believe me i'm going to, i'm just curious. So you mean to tell me, that out of all the guys you've hooked up with, none of them wanted a blowjob???"

You shook your head no.

"Freaks. They don't know what they're missing."

"What's it like?" you were expecting him to just explain in detail what happens, but his answer made your stomach flip upside down.

"Want me to teach you? I could use one anyway, been a while." You stared blankly at him for the next couple of seconds before he spoke again, "You don't have to if you don't want to, I just figured we could kill two birds with one stone." He shrugged, sitting back into the couch getting comfy again as if what he just asked you was a simple yes or no question.

"U-Um...sure." You stuttered.

He sat up again and moved closer to where you were sitting, grabbing your arms tightly. "Are you really sure? I don't want you to feel pressured." He's suddenly nervous about this, realizing how this could possibly change your friendship. Sure you guys have shared kisses before, but they were only for dares or if you both were drunk. It didn't bother either of you, and you never had a complaint, he was a phenomenal kisser.

"Yea. Let's do it." He gave you a kiss on your cheek after your response before guiding you to the floor in front of him and you blush at the feeling of being on your knees for thee Eddie Munson. Although this would probably be something you both put in the back of your minds after it's over, you still wanted to please him to your best ability, otherwise you'd never want to show your face here again.

Your nerves began to kick in as he started to undo his belt. The sound of the metals from his rings and belt clinking was something you'd never thought would turn you on. He watches your face in awe, smirking and getting hard at the sight of you on your knees for him. "C'mere for a sec sweetheart." He pulls you up onto his lap so you're straddling him and brushes your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. Both of his hands rest on the sides of your face and he slowly pulls you in for a kiss. The cold of his rings clashes with the warmth of your cheeks, sending a shiver down your back, making you unintentionally grind on him. He lets out a hum as he gets fully hard and brings his hands down to your hips to guide your movements for a couple more minutes. Breaking the kiss, his hands come up to cup your face once more.

"As much as I'd love to see and feel you ride me, we have something else to do."

He lifts you up so he can pull down his jeans and boxers as you get back down onto the floor. You look absolutely angelic to him right now, so sweet, somewhat innocent and so, so beautiful. Your eyes widen at his size, causing your nerves to kick in and him to smirk. His hand comes around to your neck, slightly gripping to bring you forward.

"This might sound kinda silly, but just think of it as sucking a popsicle." he explains. "Just spit in your hand first and rub it around to lube it up a little. Kinda hurts if it's dry."

You nod, doing as he says, taking him in your hand, pumping a few times to rub your saliva around before bringing your mouth forward. As your lips wrap around him you hear him groan, causing you to stop, fearing you already did something wrong. "Go ahead, it's okay." You begin to take him deeper into your mouth and as you begin to go back up, your teeth slightly scrape him and he lets out a hiss.

"Oh fuck I'm so sorry. That's so embarassing god I'm sorry, Eddie." You blush in embarrassment as you sit back onto your heels, debating if you should stop. "M-maybe this was a mistake." At this point you're too embarassed to even look at him.

"Relaaaxx, Y/N, I don't expect you to be a porno star your first time. Just...don't use your teeth that's all. I'm okay, all good I promise." He says, rubbing your face to comfort you. You slowly go back to where you were before, and take him in your mouth once more, without teeth of course. This time, you slowly begin to suck him and he immediately grips your hair into a ponytail, wanting to just shove you down, but he just leaves it there, not wanting to take control just yet. You get into a comfortable rhythm and begin to pick up the pace, causing him to let out a moan. "Just like that, sweetheart. Doing so good." You feel his grip on your hair get tighter and his thighs tense up, causing you to hum, which nearly sends him over the edge.

You decide to try and swirl your tongue around as you suck, and boy did that nearly do it too, as he twitches in your mouth and his breath starts to hitch. "K-Keep going. Fuck just like that." His grip is still tight around your hair, tempted to take full control at this point. As if you read his mind, you slowly take all of him into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat causing you to gag. This sensation sends him into outer space, his dick twitches once more, and he lets out the hottest moans as he gets closer and closer to euphoria. A wave of confidence floods through you and you do it again, picking up the pace, adding your hand to the mix to jerk him off as you come up to his tip and direct your focus there. You taste his precum, humming once more.

"So close, sweetheart. Keep going." he begs.

You lock eyes with him as you suck and stroke him for a little longer, getting sloppier and messier each time. "Jesus Christ." His breathing sporadic, legs shaking as he groans and finally releases into your mouth. You swallow every last drop, releasing him with a 'pop' sound and kissing his tip.

"Still gonna make fun of me?" You smirk up at him as you wipe your mouth on your t-shirt.

He pulls up his boxers and brings you off the floor back onto his lap, gripping your jaw to make you look at him, desire in his eyes. "Not if you do that again sometime." He smirks, pulling your face in just milimeters from his, ghosting his thumb over your puffy lips. "So pretty. You did so good." he praises, kissing you gently.

I am melting k bye.

[colorsunlikeanythingseen]

Trials of Apollo Fic Recs part 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18250289/chapters/43184069

Six Weeks Stuck on the Backseat of a Bronze Dragon by Steampocalpse

Well,” Calypso said, heedless of my mental state, “you think you’ll know the skyline when you see it?”

I nodded. “Probably.”

“And that’s where the Oracle is?”

“I assume so.”

“Then let’s just keep heading west,” Calypso said, “and when we get there, you’ll recognize it. And Meg will be there, too.”

“Perfect,” Leo said sarcastically. “What could go wrong?”

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The story of the six weeks of travel it took to get to Indianapolis.

This was betad by Keyseeker (mostly) and I am forever grateful

A very good Apollo pov. It even has haiku chapter titles!

Road Trip to the Horizon by Hollowsun

After a rough couple of days at Aeithales, Meg hitches a ride with Apollo on the sun chariot.

Part of the Sunflower Sibs event hosted by Ferodactyl on tumblr! Based on the prompt Roots of a New Problem

Meg and Apollo bonding and a realistic look at their family situations post books.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35594422/chapters/88738522

God’s Eye View by Keyseeker

I tried to keep my face impassive as my little brother hurtled through the air.

It did not pay to show weakness while in the company of other gods. Passion, yes- but not weakness. That’s why Father had called a council meeting, after all. To show us Apollo’s trials, everything my twin would have to suffer through for having dared to oppose him. It was his way of reinforcing his iron grip on us, of showing he still had power, after the debacles and humiliation from the Second Titan War and the Second Giants War - particularly the latter, as Zeus did more to hinder the efforts to combat Gaea than to help. If we’d all done what he’d commanded, we’d be destroyed by now.

Zeus would never admit to that. Not out loud. But he knows we’re all thinking it.

So naturally, my little brother is his scapegoat.

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Zeus calls the Council together to watch Apollo's punishment.

The gods watch the books. One thing this does well is making all of the gods povs distinct and true to what little we get about them. Their Zeus pov is especially good.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40897725

Meg McCaffrey Master Matchmaker by ceruleancats

Apollo, in all his terrible trendy glory, shows up at the Hunters of Artemis campground at an unholy hour with a plea for advice. A teenage Meg flexes her people skills (so to speak).

Apollo bonding with Meg and Artemis.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38318056

Seven days and Seven Nights by TsarinaTorment

A warning, a storm, and Will’s world gets flipped upside-down.

Day 11: Storming

Anything with Zeus being overthrown is automatically amazing.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26851273

Meg and Apollo’s Highly Limited Road Trip Playlist by Curioser

Fourteen hundred miles. Four radio stations. Two friends trying hard not to kill each other, or to acknowledge the fact that in less than a week, they may never see each other again.

And Lizzo. So much Lizzo.

An excellent look into Meg and Apollo road-trip across the country. Does a good job at showing their mindsets as they approach what will be their final battle one way or another. Good characterization here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41425800

My Talking Arrow Gives me Therapy??? More at 3am by Hollowsun

Apollo and the Arrow of Dodona talk after the battle on Caligula's boat.

(Just a note, In this fic. Dodona can turn into a person. Why? Why not. Live a little. )

This is the Apollo x Arrow of Dodonna ship fic it is so good that I kinda ship them. It is also very good hurt/comfort.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31934977/chapters/79087003

The Battle of New York… the Second Battle of New York by Variscite

The Seven (plus Nico and Will) fight in the Battle of New York with the avengers. This is set after the Trials of Apollo, so if you haven’t read that you’ll get pretty major spoilers, just a heads up

One of the few good Marvel crossovers and Apollo makes an excellent appearance in this towards the end. He bonds with his son.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33574843/chapters/83426476

Secrets of the Sun by Sierice and Ukuleleboy

No, that kid is too similar to me… way too similar... Almost like he’s…” Apollo’s eyes widened.

“Like he’s you from the future?” Persephone finished.

Dionysus asked incredulously, “You don’t seriously think that right? There’s no way you would ever dare to look like that!”

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This is literally just a Trials of Apollo reading the books fic. Hope you enjoy!

What it says on the tin.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38604987/chapters/96505059

Kill the Sun by RavenDarkWing

Even restored to godhood, Apollo still wants to be around his friends and mortal family, even at the risk of Zeus'...dissatisfaction.

This is the four times Apollo got away with helping his demigods and the one time he didn't.

I have a soft spot for Apollo helping demigods.

[jemthebookworm]

Image Description under cut:

[ID: A 16 image black and white scanned comic.

Image 1: Title screen in big curly all caps font that reads: “Dorothy and the ruby BMX”

Image 2: A house floating up in the wind.

Image 3: 3 panel spread, the panel 1 being the largest as the top half and panels 2 and 3 being bottom quarters.

Panel 1. To the left is part of the house in frame, on the ground, door open, to the right, spread out behind the house is a background of open fields with little round houses. Dorothy, who is a thin little girl in a triangle dress, little dot eyes, no mouth, and pigtails whose hands are held up to her face, says “oh Toto” “I don't think this is Kansas anymore” to her little dog next to her.

Panel 2. Zoomed in on the side of the house. A munchkin, who is a little vertical rectangle body with a circle head and triangle hat, points at a pair of legs poking out from under the house and says “you killed the wicked witch”. In front of the witch is the only color in the comic, a lovely red colored bike. “oh dear” responds Dorothy, hand to mouth in concern as she looks down at the witch.

Panel 3. Same scene, but a second munchkin stands next to the first and says “and now her ruby BMX is yours”. Dorothy responds “oh my” as she stands balanced on the pedals of the bike, looking down at it.

Image 3. 4 panels in quarters. Panel 1. Glinda, a big triangle person with circle head, closed bottom semi circle eyes, triangle princess hat with streamers coming off, and a stick with a star magic wand, takes up most of the frame saying “you should probably give it to me tho” “for safe Keeping”.

Panel 2. Dorothy responds “oh I would!” As she “hop” “hop” hops on her bike, bouncing wheelies, away from a munchkin reaching out, trying to catch her.

Panel 3. Dorothy continues “but l just can’t seem to” as she does a flip on the bike, upside down, one hand on the ground for support, the other holding onto the bike above her, two munchkins reaching up and failing to catch her.

Panel 4. In the foreground Glinda, hand to chin, says “hmm yes I was worried about this” while in the background Dorothy speedily wheelies away from a munchkin.

Image 4. 3 panels, top one the biggest. Panel 1 does not have panel lines to make the space bigger, open, and rules breaking. A Witch rides onto the page in a big dust cloud with a loud “vroooom”. She has a big pointy, wide brim, black hat, circle head, a black, pointy, long sleeved dress that mimics her hat with a wide pointy skirt, striped socks, and black heeled boots. She is riding on a big black motorcycle with a circle headlight.

Panel 2. The Witch, surrounded by dust clouds, eyes angry slanted lines, stands up straight in her motorcycle, pointing forward into the next panel “That Ruby BMX is rightfully mine!”

Panel 3. Glinda, shrugging “I’d like to see you try to take it”. In the background, little, standing, no motorcycle in sight, no eyes, only mouth, middle finger raised, the Witch replies “aw fuck you, Glinda”.

Image 5. 4 quarter panels. Panel 1. Dorothy bicycling, Toto trotting slightly ahead of her as she says, “Well this looks like the road Glinda told us about, Toto”.

Panel 2. “Oh my!” Dorothy exclaims as she pulls her bike up short, leg on the ground, wheel up, to stop quickly, Toto looking on as the Scarecrow falls face first, legs in the air, with a huge “stack”, triangle lines of impact fanning from his face, skateboard falling in the air after him. The scarecrow has a straw hat, bottom semi circle eyes, piece of wheat from his mouth, no mouth, long sleeved shirt, and plaid pants.

Panel 3. “Thank you” the scarecrow says as Dorothy helps him up. She’s standing next to her bike, one hand on the handle, the other helping scarecrow up. He is getting up, one hand using the skateboard to stand, the other in Dorothy’s hand. Toto looks at scarecrow.

Panel 4. “I’ve been trying to learn new tricks” scarecrow explains, arms raised in a shrug, “but I'm just too much of a dumbass”.

Image 6. 3 panel, top is the biggest. Oz is written in cursive. Panel 1. Waist up shot, scarecrow’s back to the camera as Dorothy, turned to him, one hand on her bike handle, points out at the open fields and the roads that lead to a city in the distance, explaining to scarecrow “I'm going to see Oz to get home” “maybe he could help you too?”

Panel 2. “hmm I don’t know if Oz could help” Scarecrow replies, hand to face in thought, idly holding his skateboard against the ground, “but then again I am a dumbass so what do I know”.

Panel 3. Jump cut to Dorothy standing on top of her bike seat and handlebars, Scarecrow crouched down on his skateboard, one hand up and the other on the board, and Toto running, speed lines around them.

Image 7. 3 panel, top is the biggest. Panel 1. Dorothy pumping up her upside down bike’s back tire with a bike pump. The front tire is being oiled by Scarecrow who is sitting on his skateboard and looking at Tin Man, “Thanks for letting us borrow your tools, Tin Man.” Toto sits and watches. Tin Man replies “oh my pleasure” as he looks down at the scooter he’s on going “bump bump bump bump”, on the cobble road, he asks “you really think I should ask Oz abt fixing the bumpy road?”

Panel 2. Scarecrow shrugs, “They’re his roads right?” Tin Man looks at him and replies “good point”. Tin Man is a vertical rectangle, with an oval head, funnel hat, and rectangle arms and legs connected with circle joints.

Panel 3. Jump cut to Dorothy bicycling looking at Tin Man who is looking back, smiling and scootering, Toto on her handlebars, as Scarecrow is in the middle of a cool kickflip and there are lines denoting their speed around them.

Image 8. 4 panels, the first labeled “Later”. Panel 1. Scarecrow, Tin Man, Dorothy, and Toto looking at the next panel. Tin Man looks concerned and asks “are you okay mate?”

Panel 2. The Lion, who has a circle head with a sun-like mane on his face, no louth, a helmet, elbow pads, knee pads, roller blades, and a tail, and who is teary eyes as he barely stays upright by clawing at a tree. He replies “…” “no”.

Panel 3. All 3 facing forward. Tin Man holds his scooter on his back with one hand, the other holding Lion’s hand as he says “easy does it”. Lion is carefully practicing skating, dot eyes and a frown on his face as his other hand is held by both of Dorothy’s who is walking alongside, looking at him.

Panel 4. Tin Man and Dorothy, arms outstretched to the right as they release Lion to “rooolll” to the right of the screen. He rolls carefully away from the viewer, body rigid, arms outstretched.

Image 9. 3 panel comic, the bottom is biggest. Panel 1. Lion fallen flat on his back, legs in the air, with a big “smack”, impact triangles, lines and circles radiating from him.

Panel 2. A more top down view of Lion flat on the ground, teary eyed. Dorothy leans over saying “maybe Oz can help you too”. Scarecrow, skateboard in his lap, crouches down next to Lion and Toto looks at Lion as well.

Panel 3. From back to front. Lion looking around, skates on his back, on the back of Tin Man’s scooter, holding onto Tin Man’s waist who is scootering and looking ahead. Scarecrow, arms out for balance as he skateboards with his front wheels in the air, looking ahead. Toto runs alongside. In the very front is Dorothy, smiling, her and her bike facing backwards, towards the others, back wheel in the air. Speed lines throughout the panel.

Image 10. 3 panel comic, the bottom is biggest. Panel 1. Witch, eyes hidden by her hat, and three monkeys in a circle, looking down at a bright cauldron as she says “ugh” “what a bunch of posers”.

Panel 2, labelled with a “Finally”. A view of a road and city walls that is very close.

Panel 3. Top down view of all 5 standing in a line facing the viewer. Lion, no skates, shyly looking down and putting his pointer fingers together, “I want to use my skates without falling”. Tin Man, one arm holding his scooter, the other extended, palm up, open body language, “I want you to fix your bumpy roads!” Scarecrow, hand up, the other comfortably holding his skateboard, “I wish I was smart enough to learn new tricks.” Dorothy, legs crossed like a ballerina, arms out, “And I just want to go home.” Toto looks gruffly forward.

Image 11. 4 panel comic. Panel 1. Oz, taking up most of the panel. He is a face surrounded by sun spikes and rays. Underneath you can see the top of the group’s heads looking at him, cut off by the frame. Oz says “hm” “look I’m pretty busy but if you can help me…”

The next speech bubble from Oz makes up Panel 2. “The witch is always causing me trouble”. The Witch on her motorcycle, facing away from the viewer, revving dust clouds and laughing “ha ha ha ha” “fuck u Oz”.

Panel 3. Cut back to the witch at her cauldron, face hidden by her hat as she looks down, arms gripping the sides of the cauldron, exclaiming “what” in all caps as Oz continues through the cauldron “if you can steal her bike I’ll see what I can do”. The 3 monkeys are still there, with their wings.

Panel 4. Witch in the background standing on a terrace pointing forward imperiously “go fuck those losers up!” In the foreground 3 winged monkeys on roller blades racing forward with 2 more in silhouette in the middleground leaping, speed lines behind them.

Image 12. 3 panels, the top is the biggest. Panel 1. Speed lines throughout the panel as Scarecrow runs, trying to bash a troop of 4 monkeys carrying Dorothy away. Scarecrow cries out “Hey!” “Give back our friend!” Dorothy murmurs “oh dear” from, still holding onto the handle of her bike which is also being carried.

Panel 2. Lion, Tin Man, and Scarecrow looking off into the distance, backs to the viewer. Lion is crying, “sob”, head in hands. Tin Man says “They’re too far, we’ll never catch them”, one hand on Lion’s shoulder in comfort. Scarecrow stands angrily, holding his skateboard and putting his middle finger up.

Panel 3. Flip to now facing the 3. Scarecrow, holding his skateboard on his back, says “unless…”, Tin Man holds the back of his neck with one hand, and Lion stands with his skates around his neck as all 3 look down at Toto nosing the ground, “sniff sniff sniff”.

Image 13. 4 Panels. Panel 1 labeled “And so they found her castle”. A castle on a tall platau, a fall surrounding all four sides, backdropped with dark trees, a bridge spanning the drop between the castle and where the 4 sit small in the corner of the panel. Tin Man and Scarecrow peer carefully over the edge, Tin man pointing at the castle as Toto looks on. Lion is curled up anxiously.

Panel 2, titled “and snuck in”. In the foreground 4 monkeys without wings stand guard, holding spiky axe spears. Above them, in small silhouettes jumping over their heads, scarecrow, one hand and leg on his skateboard, Tin Man, counter balancing on his scooter as he does a trick, Lion, flailing forward, skates on.

Panel 3. The 3 in cool poses with radiating lines behind them and a big “bam” as they burst through the doors. Scarecrow, crouched on his board, front wheels up, Lion, standing on skates, eyes wide unfilled circles, arms out, “raaar”, and Tin Man, on his scooter, one wheel up, a hand in a fist.

Panel 4. Flip to view of the room, Lion’s hand fallen on the floor with a “smack”. Witch and Dorothy turn to them with twin “!”. Witch is lounged on a couch, legs stretched out, holding a cup. Dorothy is sat petitelt on a chair, holding a cup, bicycle behind her. Between them is a small table with a teapot and a dark window above it.

Image 14. 3 panels, the top is the biggest. Panel 1. Witch, sitting comfortably on the couch, arm gesturing, “So like, if you wear a helmet you want Keep borking your brain up all the time”. Scarecrow, sat forward in a wooden chair, leaning on his elbows, “I see I see”. Next to Witch sits Dorothy, hands clasped, legs crossed, looking out the window at the moon. Under the window stands a monkey in rollerblades who Lion is looking at as he stands carefully, knees bent, arms out for balance, in his roller skates. Behind him are the scooter and bike.

Panel 2. Tin Man, standing, concerned eyebrows, “you really think I should run for Office?” Witch, looking with line eyes and pointing at Tin Man, “you couldn't be worse, and you could increase infrastructure budgets yourself”. Dorothy looking at them, cup in hand.

Panel 3 labeled “and eventually”. Dorothy and Toto floating over everyone on her bike, “ok I better go home”. Lion, Tin Man, Scarecrow, back to the viewer waving up and bye to Dorothy. Witch also looking up, hand on hip, “good, then all you need to do is pop a wheelie and—“

Image 15. 2 wide panels, top and bottom. Panel 1. Dorothy, doing a wheelie on her red bike with Toto “there’s no place like—“. Action arrows to Dorothy, on her back, impact triangles, in black shorts and white croptop, legs tangled around her now black bike on the ground.

Panel 2. A skatepark. A person thin and long like the Tin Man, wearing a baseball cap, long sleeved shirt, holding his scooter next to him as he helps Dorothy up with the other. Dorothy pulled up from the ground, crouched over her bike, Toto behind her, looking up at her. A person like the Lion with a bushy beard, helmet, elbow pads, knee pads, and roller skates, who is sitting, eating a sandwich. In the background, a person like the Scarecrow, with big hair, t-shirt, pants with knee patches, and a jacket tied around his waist, skateboard on a half pipe ramp. To the right is a person in a motorcycle helmet and black jacket, holding a phone, looking away, leaning on a black motorcycle with a circle headlight. /end ID]

I don't know where it came from, but several years ago this idea popped into my head unbidden, and for some reason it tickles me. I don't know if it's funny, but I like it and I made it into a zine, I hope you enjoy it.

It lays out really nicely as 3-up spreads on A4 paper, so you can print, staple and fold it, then cut it into 3 zines. It made it really easy to print up 20 of them to trade at this art social thing I went to

micron, rotring and sharpie on printer paper, coloured and screentoned digitally, 2024

[kairakeiji]

the last few hours felt like a fever dream.

no wait, that was an understatement.

the last few months felt like a fever dream.

akaashi's proposal was so spontaneous, so out there, and so completely and utterly out of his comfort zone. he never thought he'd ever pop the question while sitting on your daily bus ride into the city together.

he thought it'd be a little more romantic, a candle lit dinner, maybe a trip to your favorite bookstore, or a walk on the dock you always liked. he thought he'd have more of a speech to his proposal, that he'd have a fancy ring in a fancy box that he'd keep in the pocket of his fancy suit. but instead, he proposed on the bus ride into work, certain he would receive a rejection from you. yet when he received that instant yes, (despite you both being together for years now) he knew his routines, his habits, his practices, and his life would flip up upside down.

he didn't even know how the topic of marriage came up, something about your job relocating you to another branch, one that was much farther than akaashi liked. sure it never really happened, but with all the uncertainties this opportunity held, akaashi realized one thing, that he wanted you to remain his life until the very end. maybe that's what got him to say it, the mere possibility of you leaving, the idea of you not being his constant, his rock, his love, and support.

it was something that just killed him inside.

so when he received your ever serious yes just before the two of you stepped off the bus, he knew that he had you and that he had you for the rest of his life.

"has it hit you yet?"

akaashi looked down at you resting your head against his chest as you two swayed together. there was no music, no crowd, no cameras hoping to capture every moment of your special day. just the two of you, relishing in what were the final moments of your wedding.

"has what hit me darling?" akaashi mumbled.

"that we're married keiji,” you answered.

it was something that hadn't truly settled in yet for the boy. if anything, he was hoping he'd marry you a little later when his job was a little more stable and when his life was a little more put together. yet with every decision and every plan you both made, he was one step closer to marrying you. it was an opportunity he just couldn't seem to pass up.

"i think it'll hit me later," he responded.

"why not now?" you asked with a smile, looking up at your now husband. "i mean we're in the fancy get up and everything. heck our cake is sitting right there." you noted pointing to the mostly eaten cake that you both said you would box up later.

"probably tomorrow," akaashi cut in with a smile. "probably in class while taking lecture notes."

"oh shit we have school tomorrow," you mumbled with a small whine. "we don't even get a proper honeymoon?"

"we're broke college kids," akaashi reminded you. "we could barely afford a wedding like this."

"gee and with all the wedding expenses we really have to conserve now," you sighed. "i'll have to take more shifts at the restaurant."

"and i'll have to try and get a paying job out of my internship," the boy added before looking down at you, not missing the frown on your lips. "hey," he started, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "we'll go on a proper honeymoon the second we have the funds."

"i just want an excuse for a vacation," you pouted.

"i mean we can have a vacation in our house."

"you mean our one bedroom apartment?" you retorted.

"staycations do exist," akaashi smiled.

"ok," you started, pulling yourself away from akaashi's grip. "you need to take me on a staycation then tomorrow."

"we have school tomorrow," he reminded you.

"so we cut class," you answered.

"what about that textbook work you have due?"

"i'll tell my professor our made up dog ate it."

and at that, the boy laughed.

"you're such a child," he said between laughter, taking your hand and spinning you around before pulling you back in his grip. "i married a child."

"and i married a teenager who only drinks water when i remind him."

a remark that earned nothing but a flick on your forehead.

"immature," he countered.

"irresponsible," you retorted before a smile you couldn't seem to contain curled on your lips.

“what’s so funny?” he asks, brow raised at your slowly bubbling laughter.

"we just got married and we're already fighting," you joked. "some couple we are."

"don't worry," he sighed, pulling your head closer to him as he rest his on top of it. "our little staycation will make up for it."

you smiled, "thank you."

"no," he answered. "thank you."

it was all starting to settle in for akaashi.

tomorrow he was going to wake up by your side, he would get to kiss you good morning and make you coffee. tomorrow he would hear your dream antics over the breakfast you two made together. and tomorrow he would intertwine his hand with yours across the small table, your new wedding rings catching light under the morning sun.

omg my entry into @neoheros and @coophi ‘s contest!! thank you so much for hosting!! i had so much fun writing this aaa

reblogs are incredibly appreciated thank you!! <33

[procrastinatorimagines]

Worry

Fandom: One Chicago

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Warning/s: car crash

Word Count: 2,595

Request:  Hi! Can I get a Connor x reader? She is Jay’s partner and she gets in an accident during a car chase (Jay isn’t in the car) she gets hurt pretty severely. Kelly is the one who gets her out of the car. Lots of worried fluff from all 3 guys but eventually she ends up being okay.

You and your partner Jay pulled up outside the house, hands on your sidearms, ready for whatever you might find. The stolen vehicle you’d been tracking on the otherside from where you’d parked. This was one of three potential locations of your murder suspect, so Voight had split the unit up to check out each sites. Slowly getting out of the car Jay motioned for you to check out the front while he went to the back. It may have just been the two of you, but you weren’t worried, you were a good team. 

It wasn’t long before you reached the front, moving carefully up the steps and peering in the window through a gap in the curtains. You couldn’t see any movement inside, but someone had tossed the place. The house was unoccupied, so you didn’t need a warrant to enter, trying the door when Jay radioed to tell you he was already inside. 

That’s when you heard the noise, a loud rustling in the bushes behind you on the side of the house. Turning around you saw a man dart out, he must have climbed out an upstairs window. He tripped a little when he saw you but kept running for the street. “50 21 Sierra, I’ve got eyes on the suspect heading north from our location,” you radioed as you ran, practically jumping down the front steps and engaging in pursuit. 

He’d crossed the street by the time you realised that he wasn’t going to be on foot much longer, climbing quickly into the drivers seat of your car as he was already starting to peel of down the road in the stolen car. “Halstead if I don’t go now I’m going to lose him,” you radioed quickly, “he’s no longer on foot, I’m going to pursue.”

“Go, I’ll catch up,” he told you as you were already taking off after your suspect, radioing on the city wide that you were engaging in a high speed pursuit and would need back up as you turned on your lights and siren.

You barely heard Jay radio too, requesting a pick up from his location, too busy making sure you didn’t lose the suspect as he made a sharp turn, radioing in all his moves as you made them. You matched him with ease, not only was his car much older than yours, you were also a pretty damn good driver. 

Making your way onto a busier road you watched him frantically swerve in and out of different lanes, dodging cars as best he could in the mid day rush. You were just catching up to him at an intersection, your focus single as you saw the distance between your cars close, hearing the sirens of your back up in the distance. He’d be blocked in soon, you just needed to keep on him...

You didn’t really know what happened next, one second you were mere feet from him, coming up to a set of lights, he’d started to put his foot down and so had you, both realising that the lights were very much green for you.

Then... It was like the world had been flipped over and your senses had been knocked out of your body. Everything was spinning, you couldn’t breath, couldn’t tell what was going on. As soon as it had started, it had stopped, and everything had gone black.

You came to a world upside down, or maybe it was just you, you realised as you cracked your eyes open, trying to make out your surroundings through the broken front window of your car, your hands still gripping the steering wheel. Your head was pounding and you were acutely aware of a warm sensation getting larger and more worrying creeping up your midsection. Oh, you’d crashed.

It was probably the shock, but your first coherent thought was about your suspect, worried that he’d gotten away. You tried to will yourself to focus, to at least assess your person. Sirens sounds were getting closer and closer as you pried your hands off of the steering wheel, your arms heavy as you felt your abdomen, not trusting yourself to move your neck. Your hand felt wet, and as it travelled slowly further down you were met with a hard object, it felt like glass...

Why would there be glass there? You thought, had you been hit? You couldn’t feel it, well, you couldn’t feel the pain, but when you brought your hand up to your face it was slick with blood. That wasn’t good. 

The sirens were loud now, and when they shut off you realised that they must have arrived. “Y/N! Y/N!” You heard a voice shout, it sounded like Jay. You were glad he hadn’t been in here with you.

“No! Jay you can’t, it’s not stable, let us pull her out,” another voice said, and was met with arguing and yelling from your partner. Kelly... 51 must have been here. Footsteps approached you as you took shallow breaths, your vision was getting blurry but you tried to stay awake.

“Y/N,” Kelly said cautiously as he reached you, crouching almost completely down to see you through the remains of the front window. You tried to tell him you were still with him, but it came out as incoherent groan. Good enough, you decided, he seemed relieved enough by it. You were alive. 

He looked back and shouted something to the others that you couldn’t quite make out before turning back to you. “Hang tight, we’re going to get you out okay?” He tried to sound reassuring as he disappeared, probably to get some equipment to cut you out. ‘Hang tight’, yeah, you quite literally were, there was no where else you could go. 

You focused on the sound of saws, they were trying to cut through your door to get you out. It was slow going, something about the structural integrity, but you were feeling more lightheaded by the second and the words were starting to lose meaning. You were aware of Sylvie nearby, she was worried about your injuries, they needed to get you out quickly. 

Then you blacked out again. It couldn’t have been for long, because you were still in the car when you came to, but the door was gone and a c collar was being put around your neck as they were trying to figure out how to remove you without and keep the glass in your side stable. It was killing you, but it was also keeping you alive right now. 

It smelled funny, you noticed as they grabbed something to secure the glass, beginning to wrap something around you and fasten it in place. You could barely feel it anyway, but you knew as soon as the shock wore off it would hurt like nothing else. 

“Hold on Y/N,” Kelly muttered, inspecting the seatbelt situation. If you hadn’t have been wearing it... well you weren’t sure, but you were pretty sure it had saved your life, even if it had apparently sliced your shoulder. Huh, you hadn’t even noticed. 

You wanted to tell him that you were trying, but you couldn’t say anything as that smell got some prominent. Were you going crazy? As it turned out no,

“Severide!” You heard Casey yell, “we got to move, the car’s going to go!” He called for everyone else to fall back. Gas.

“I need more time to get her out!” Kelly yelled back frantically, refusing to leave your side. “If we move her too fast-”

“Severide!” A deeper voice, more demanding and in charge, Boden. There was a light forming behind you, fire.

Kelly froze for a split second before meeting your eyes, worry clear as day, before he started quickly cutting you free from the seat belt. 

Now, now you felt the pain. As Kelly hauled you out of the wreck of the car by the shoulders, you wondered if the fire had already reached you, because you felt like you were burning. Moments later the car blew, and Kelly shielded you with his body, muttering how sorry he was as the pain took you from your waking state yet again.

“Stay with me Y/N, oh god stay with me,” he called for help as you heard people rushing towards you, but you couldn’t, not for long, no matter how hard you tried.

The last thing you remembered as you were loaded on to a back board, Slyvie and Emily doing there best to keep you alive until you reached Med, was Jay yelling at Kelly. “What the hell was that!? You could have killed her!”

“What else was I supposed to do? The car was going to blow! Any slower and she would have blown with it,” Kelly snapped back. “You know what, you want to start this, why was she alone in the first place huh? Aren’t you supposed to be her partner?!”

Boden and Casey broke them up and Jay insisted on riding with you to Med, climbing in as you were loaded into the ambo and the doors were shut. Emily hit the gas, driving you to Med as quickly as she possibly could. 

You met Jay’s eyes barely as Sylvie tried to give you oxygen, shakily grabbing his hand and smiling at him softly as everything went black. “Y/N? Y/N!”

-

The next thing you saw was figure above you, silhoutetted by a bright light, but as your eyes slowly focused you realised who you were looking at. Your boyfriend, Connor. You smiled weakly, your head fuzzy, but your pain was now a dull ache. They must have given you some pretty heavy pain medication, you realised. 

Connor’s face flushed with relief and his whole body visible relaxed, a hand going to lightly cup your face. “You’re awake,” he breathed, putting his forehead against yours. He’d been crying, you realised, noting the slight red around his eyes. It must have been bad.

“Hmmm,” you got out, your mouth and throat impossibly dry. Connor offered you some slow sips of a drink out of a straw. “Connor...” You croaked out.

“Hey baby,” he smiled, “you gave us quite a scare.” Although his tone was light, you could hear the genuine fear behind it as he flashed a torch in your eyes, examining you.

He seemed satisfied, you could move your toes and squeeze his hand. “What... happened?” You managed, still so unclear on the whole situation. Or, you realised, how long you’d been in the hospital. You needed answers. 

“An SUV sped through a red light, crashed straight into you,” he explained, anger slipping into his voice, “51 managed to get you out, but...”

“Car blew up,” you finished and he nodded, taking your hand.

“They had to get you out quicker than they should, you took a large piece of glass to your side, lost a lot of blood. Y/N, you’ve been in the ICU the last couple of days, you’ve been in and out of surgery, you...” his voice caught and he squeezed your hand, “you coded in the ambulance on the way to Med, then again on the table. I thought we’d lost you, it’s been so touch and go-”

“Am I okay?” You dared ask after a pause, looking down at yourself. Well, you still had all of your limps, you could feel them too, Connor had seemed especially relieved about that.

“You should be,” he answered honestly, “well, you shouldn’t be if we’re talking about odds, but you pulled through. God, Y/N I was so worried.” Oh, it had really been that bad. 

“Well you know me,” you cracked a half grin, “I like to keep you on your toes.” Connor chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head at the fact that you could joke about the situation. You laughed a little too, stopping when you felt a sharp pain. Worth it, you thought, to see him smile.

“I love you,” he said with earnest, meeting your eyes. You swallowed hard, humour gone as you took in the severity of the situation.

“I love you too,” you told him, like a promise that you were going to be okay.

“Jay and Kelly have barely left since you arrived, been at each other’s throats a little about the whole situation,” he told you as memories of their fight after the incident came back to you. 

“It’s not their fault,” you said, your voice coming back to you more even though it still hurt a little to talk.

“I know, so do they really, I think they’re blaming themselves more than each other anyway,” he admitted. You knew how they felt, you’d felt guilty when Jay had been shot and you hadn’t been there. 

“They care,” you smiled. You and Jay had been partners for years, and Kelly was one of your closest friends, they were bound to worry. They also always felt like they had to save everyone, and you knew how much they hated being helpless to do something, so this must have nearly killed them Well, not in the same way that it had nearly killed you, but still.

“Should I be jealous?” Connor joked and you laughed again, lightly swatting his arm.

“Ow, stop,” you lightly put a hand to your side, feeling the bandage.

“There was a lot of internal bleeding too, but we managed to get it under control, it took a long time but you should make a full recovery, a slow one Y/N,” he said pointedly, knowing that you were probably already thinking about the case. You were.

Before you could reply there was a soft knock at the door, Jay poking his head in slightly and smiling when he saw you awake and alert. You gesture for him to come in, and see Kelly entering behind him too. Both men look like they haven’t really slept, and you could tell by how carefully they were surveying that they were checking if you were alright. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Jay asked tentatively.

“Better than ever,” you told him and he rolled his eyes.

“Really, Y/N,” Kelly pushed. It wasn’t entirely fair to them, you knew how much they cared about you, but you didn’t want coddling.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, though neither of them looked entirely convinced as they glanced to Connor, who gave them a slight nod to let them know that you would be.

“Didn’t know if you were going to pull through for a minute there,” Kelly said, not meeting your eyes, “I should’ve-”

“It’s not your fault-” you told them, firmer when you could tell they weren’t convinced, “it’s not, either of you, okay?” They nodded and shrugged, which would have to do for now. “Did we get him?” You asked Jay.

“Yeah we got him, squad picked up, but right now you should be focusing on recovering, not work,” he replied, knowing you too well. 

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her, she needs to focus on taking care of herself right now,” Connor said pointedly and you smiled, shaking your head.

“Why would I do that when I have the three of you to do it for me?” You joked, trying not to laugh, “you guys really need to stop worrying about me.”

“Never,” they all said at once, exchanging amused glanced with each other as you pretended to get annoyed. 

You were going to be okay, they’d make sure of it, you didn’t know how you’d gotten so lucky to find people who cared about you so much.

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Along for the Ride

Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 3007

Summary: When you first started hunting with Dean Winchester, you hadn’t expected it to last this long. Together, you face all kinds of ghouls and basically become the ultimate badass couple. But when you start to think you’re just another fling for him, he has no trouble correcting you. 

Notes: This is meant to be a fluffier Dean piece, but you know me, I have to have a bit of angst. I am trying to break up Dean’s darker imagines with fluff, so be prepared for Friday. 

Special shout out to my amazing beta reader Sarah, @suckmysupernatural​ . I love her so much and honestly, she’s helped me so much in getting these imagines out for you and she has some absolutely killer writing of her own!

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You swung your knife hard into the blood-sucker’s neck, his head rolling across the warehouse floor. You turned to see Dean saw off another one himself, blood covering both of your clothes. 

“That’s the last of them.” He groaned, lifting up his shirt to examine the bruises and cuts. “That son of a bitch really put up a fight.” You wiped your stained blade off on your jeans and opened the warehouse door, basking in the autumn sun.  Dean shook the dust and dirt off of his jacket and wrapped his arm around you as you both walked to the Impala. 

“I think this calls for a beer,” you noted and he nodded in agreement. The two of you just took out an entire nest of vamps, a little celebration was deserved. And after a few bottles of beer, Dean texted Sam and told him that you would be a while and the two of you had an entirely different kind of celebration back at the motel. 

-

The two of you laid together in a comforting silence, your arms wrapped around Dean as he stared up at the ceiling. This was pretty routine for your relationship. You had each other’s backs during a hunt and you were there to help each other unwind afterwards. Poor Sam usually just went and got something to eat by himself. You wrapped your arms around Dean a little tighter, that part of you close to your heart wishing that this was more than it was. But you could never tell Dean that you loved him. That wasn’t part of the deal. 

“What’s on your mind?” Dean asked, feeling your shoulders tense. 

“Pie.” You lied, laughing as he leaned over you, chuckling deeply in your ear. His green eyes- god, those eyes- stared at you intensely. 

“I’m serious. What’s up?” 

“Nothing, Dean.” You were usually a great liar. It was a skill that was required in your particular profession. When it came to Dean, however, you were totally transparent. You decided to change the subject to hopefully get him off your case. “Do you want some coffee? I’m dying for some caffeine.” You slid into your jeans and stole his flannel before he could grab it. 

“That’s my shirt.” He huffed, finding his pants. 

“I like you better like this.” You grinned, tracing a hand over his bare chest. “Besides, I look better in it.” Dean pulled you in for a rough kiss, nearly falling back on to the bed. You laughed as you pushed away. “Easy, tiger. We should go meet up with Sam. He’s probably been sitting in a diner somewhere all alone.” 

“Yeah, yeah, poor Sammy.” You ruffled Dean’s hair and grabbed his keys with a devilish grin.

“First one to the car gets to drive.” 

“Oh hell no.” Dean practically lunged at you and you squealed as you jumped out of the way, sprinting out the door. 

-

“I would ask what took you two so long, but I really don’t want to know.” Sam took note of your change in clothes and put the pieces together. He had been typing away on his laptop looking for a possible new case for the past couple of hours. Luckily, most of the patrons of the diner just thought he was writing a horror novel. 

“Find anything good?” Dean asked, motioning to the waitress for two cups of coffee. You couldn’t help but notice the way she leaned over the counter just so, flipping her hair over her shoulder. 

“Did you want any sugar, sugar?” You rolled your eyes, but Dean, being Dean, smiled at her. 

“No thanks.” She winked and strut off, her hips swaying more than you thought was humanly possible. Your eyes fell to the counter. Sam, having noticed your reaction to the encounter, started to list possible cases to distract you. He knew that Dean wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. But he also knew that Dean didn’t always realize when his harmless flirting wasn’t harmless anymore. 

“There’s a group of campers that disappeared in the Rockies, all that was left in their camp was a couple of demonic symbols carved into the trees.” 

“Sounds a little more like a prank than our kind of thing.” You noted, looking at the screen over his shoulder. “What about this one?” You pointed to a possible poltergeist case in Tulsa. “Four women over the last ten years, each found in their locked apartments with the words “Not Enough” carved into their chests.” The three of you collectively grimaced. 

“Hell hath no fury.” You muttered and the boys voiced their agreement. 

Sam was driving, so you flipped a coin to figure out who got shot-gun. A string of curses came from Dean as he climbed into the back seat. You smirked with victory and blew him a sarcastic kiss. 

“Real cute.” He barked and you and Sam shared a laugh. You started to scour records from the town to see if you could find any strange or violent deaths. One in particular fit the bill. You motioned for Dean to look and his fingers grazed your shoulder as he pulled himself forward. 

“Look at this. Martha Greenburg; 25. Ten years ago, she threw herself off of a bridge and wrote in her suicide note that she wasn’t enough for him. The police concluded that she was talking about her fiance, Haris, who broke her heart the previous day.” 

“Not enough.” Dean repeated, grabbing your phone to get a better look at the story. Your eyes lingered on him with a sad expression. Something about the words hit you harder than you would admit. You didn’t see Sam’s eyes dart over towards you, a deep frown appearing on his face. Dean returned your phone. “So, heart broken Martha kills herself and now she wants other women to feel the pain she felt?”

“That makes some kind of sick, sad sense.” You sighed, resigning to looking out your window for the rest of the trip. 

When you got to another motel, Sam suggested that Dean go in and get a room while the two of you bounced some more theories back and forth. As soon as Dean was gone, Sam turned to you with a serious, empathetic expression. 

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” His hand found yours in that classic Comfort Mode Sam way. 

“Of course.” You faked a laugh, but it didn’t work. “Look, I’ve just had a few stupid ideas running through my head lately, but I’m sure they’ll pass.”

“What ideas?”

“Seriously Sam, it’s nothing.”

“Seriously Y/N, it clearly isn’t.” You accepted defeat and took a deep breath. 

“I’ve just started to wish that it all meant more, you know? To him.”

“Did something happen between you and Dean?” Sam actually looked ready to smack his big brother upside the head. 

“No, no, not exactly. I forgot what we were, that’s all.” You watched Dean come back out of the motel with a heavy heart and a sad smile. “But hey, I’m just happy I get to be along for the ride.” 

Dean got back to the car before Sam could respond. He just looked at you with a sympathetic sadness that made you feel even worse. You should have just kept your mouth shut. You rolled down your window so Dean could talk.

“You two ready to change and head to the coroner’s office?” He noticed the change of tone in the car and scoffed. “Man, you two make ghouls look excited. Let’s go.” You gave Sam a pleading glance before grabbing your bag from the back and going in to change into your pantsuit. Sam and Dean found their bags and Sam punched Dean’s shoulder.

“What did you say to her?” He asked angrily. 

“What are you talking about?” Dean snapped back, rubbing the now sore spot. 

“To Y/N? What did you do?”

“Sammy,” Dean’s mouth formed a suggestive smirk. “I think we all know what Y/N and I did.”

“God, Dean that’s not what I meant.” Sam shook his head and slammed the trunk shut. 

-

There was an odd tension between the three of you as you left the coroner’s office. Every bodies’ insides were basically mush, as if they’d hit a wall at 100 miles per hour. A strange burn marked their hands. Their lungs were also filled with water. Oh, and sure enough, every single one had the words ‘Not Enough’ deeply carved across their chest. Every woman was engaged, and from the reports, they were happy. Martha’s distorted jealousy took that from them. It made your skin crawl. 

“Hey,” Dean said suddenly, pulling you to the side. “Are you okay?” You tried to hide all of the turning in your stomach. 

“Are we really going to do this again?” You laughed, but this time, it wasn’t as convincing. “Dean, I’m fine.” His stupid green eyes were doing that thing they did when he was trying to get you to tell him something. So instead, you kissed him very, very convincingly. Sam cleared his throat and you pulled away. 

“Martha was cremated. So salting and burning the bones is out.” He informed, giving you a strange look. Dean composed himself, still a little stunned. “We’re back to square one.” 

You all wracked your brains to figure out what the spirit could be latching onto. You remembered something about the crime scene photos. Something about their hands. 

“I know what it is.” You marched back into the morgue and pulled back the tarp covering the woman’s body. “Look at her left hand.” A band was burned around her finger- where her engagement ring would have been. “All of the women had this burn. What if they all had the same ring?”

“It could be worth looking into.” Sam noted, still giving you that annoyingly concerned stare. You tried to shrug it off. 

“Then what are we waiting for?” You brushed past Dean and rushed out to the impala. 

“This is what I was talking about.” Sam hissed at his brother. “Dean, you need to talk to her. She…” His voice trailed off. You would kill him if you found out that he told Dean what you said. 

“She what?” Dean really sounded worried. If something was wrong, he wanted to know. 

“She thinks she’s just a fling to you, Dean.” He blurted, checking to make sure you were gone. “She said she wished that what you two have meant more.”

“Why would she think that?” Now he sounded hurt. Couldn’t you tell how much you meant to him? Sure, he wasn’t super vocal about his affections, but he always figured you knew.

“I don’t know but she said she’s just happy to be ‘along for the ride’.” Sam sighed, leaving to join Y/N in the car, but Dean stayed back. Along for the ride? What did that even mean? He thought what the two of you had was real, which was not something he was used to, but did you think this was all some prolonged one night stand? With all of his questions, he did know one thing. He loved you- as sappy-romance-movie as that sounded- and he was going to make damn sure that you knew it this time. 

-

Dean did not like this plan. Looking down at the small box in his hand, he shuttered. He really really did not like this plan. You and Sam were waiting in the car in an uncomfortable silence. 

“Did you get it?” Sam asked as Dean climbed into the driver’s seat. He gave his brother a scowl. 

“I don’t like this.” 

“Dean, everything is going to be fine.” You assured him. “I’ll be the bait and once Martha pops in to carve me up, you guys will burn the ring.” 

“Why can’t we just burn it now?” 

“Because if we summon her, we can be sure that we killed her.” You knew that it was dangerous, but it could be your only shot. Sure, you were scared, but you’d never let the boys know that. 

The three of you drove to the spot where this all started; the old bridge that Martha took the dive off of. The bridge had been closed for years, so traffic wasn’t a problem. You got out of the impala, listening to the river flow beneath your feet. You kept a brave face, but Dean could see your nerves. 

“You don’t have to do this.” Dean protested, holding the box in his hand. “We could just torch this thing right now and be done with it.” 

“She only shows up when the ring has a hand, Dean.” You held up your left hand and held out your right for him to give you the box. Instead, he took the ring out himself. 

“You…” He paused, looking for the right words. “You know that I care about you, right?” You stepped back.

“Of course, Dean.” You looked over at Sam, but he was too busy loading the rock salt to notice your frustration. He must have said something. “Look, we don’t have time for this. Let’s just gank the ghost and get out of here.” Dean saw through your toughness, of course, but he didn’t argue. He did, however, lean in for a kiss. It was a different kind of kiss than you usually shared. It wasn’t lusting or rushed. It was slow and sweet and perfect. When he pulled back, he kept his forehead rested against yours. 

“Be careful.” He whispered and slipped the ring onto your finger. Immediately, he was thrown backwards, having to catch himself on the railing to keep from falling over the edge.

“Dean!” You screamed. Martha’s apparition appeared in front of you, her hair wet and matted and her face stained with eternal tears. 

“He’ll never love you.” She croaked, water pouring out of her mouth as she spoke. You braced yourself. There was nothing she could say that you hadn’t already thought of a million times. 

“Let’s dance, bitch.” 

The ring on your hand started to burn and you cried out, trying to take it off. Her hand latched around your throat and dragged you to the side of the bridge, hanging you over the railing. 

“Y/N!” Sam shouted, aiming the salt loaded rifle at Martha. She flicked her wrist and sent the weapon flying into the water. 

“It isn’t real.” She groaned, tightening her grip on your throat. “He doesn’t care. He’d rather roam around with waitresses and bartenders than be shackled down with you.” You tried to block her out, but her words sunk into you. “Because you’re not enough. You will never be enough.” Yout felt a sharp pain scrape across your chest as she started to carve her words into you. Through the pain and your screaming, you were able to tear the ring off of your finger. 

“Dean.” You choked out, tossing the ring to him as Sam started the fire in a trash can that you’d stolen from the motel. Dean threw the ring into the flames before sprinting across the bridge towards you. 

Martha let out a blood curdling scream as her image slowly burned away, her hold on you releasing, sending you tumbling over the edge. Hands latched around your ankle as you swayed over the rushing waters, blood seeping through your t-shirt.

“A little help, Sam!” Dean grunted, your foot slipping slightly in his hand. Sam grabbed your other ankle and the two of them were able to get you back on the bridge. Dean didn’t even let your feet touch the ground before he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as close to him as he could. You winced when his chest pressed against your new wounds. “Oh, crap, sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” You pulled the collar of your shirt down enough to see that Martha had only gotten a few letters before she burned. “Great, now I’m just going to have ‘no’ scarred on my chest.” Dean let out an exasperated laugh, pulling you back to him. 

-

You were packing up your things back at the motel when Dean asked Sam to give him a moment alone with you. You leaned against the hood of the impala, knowing exactly where this conversation was going to go. 

“Do you believe what she said to you?” Okay, maybe you didn’t know where this conversation was going. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on, Y/N, we all heard what she was saying.” Dean ran his hand down his face. “She said that I’d rather be off with some waitress than be with you. That you’re not enough for me.” 

“Dean, I’m sure she says that to every-”

“Do you believe her?” He repeated, this time he sounded more upset. When you didn’t answer, his face changed with hurt. “Do you really think that little of me? Of us?”

“I’m in love with you, Dean.” You blurted. “That wasn’t part of the plan, but there it is.” Dean stepped closer to you, cupping your cheek. 

“You aren’t just a fling, Y/N. I love you.” Dean cradled the back of your head in his hand as he pulled you in for a kiss. A slow and sweet and perfect kiss. But it wasn’t enough. Not for him. He had to show you that he meant it. He broke the kiss, those green eyes melting your heart completely. “Let’s get married.” You froze. 

“What?”

“Let’s get married.” His face broke into a nervous grin. “Come on, Y/N, we already fight like a married couple. Sam treats you like a sister. I love you more than any girl I’ve ever known. Let’s do it.” The shock of his words faded just enough for you to respond. 

“Okay.” You said breathlessly. Dean scooped you up in his arms and you laughed. 

“I’m glad you two figured it out.” Sam smiled, throwing the last of the bags in the trunk. Dean gave his brother a beaming grin, setting you back on your feet. 

“Come on, Sammy, we’ve got to get a non-haunted ring this time,” He exclaimed, giving you one more kiss. “We’re going to Vegas.” 

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Little Darling Ending 1 - a Lady Dimitrescu x Mia Winters fanfiction

"“You know, Mia...We will still have an eye on you and your family. If your mutations become dangerous or out of hand, you can always call us and we will intervene. 24/7!”, Chris said as he offered her a little card with his contact details on it. “And once the vaccine is done, we will let you know. It can possibly destroy the D-series inside of you and the E-series inside of Ethan, along with the mutation gamble inside of Rosy.”"

Ending 1 - The Chris Ending

that's it folks, we are a few meters away from the finish line! everything is kept under the ‘read more’ to avoid spoilers for the fanfic!

Warnings: death, violence, blood taking

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 The Chris Ending The Lady Dimitrescu Ending

“I am sorry. I am so so sorry.”, Mia breathed out, nobody knew who’d be on the receiving end of her decisions. But she had made up her mind. She had made it up a long time ago.

Moving out of Lady Dimitrescu’s grip, Mia turned around and pointed the gun at her chest, finger on the trigger. “Oh dearest.”, Lady Dimitrescu sighed, shaking her head. She should have known it. She should have known from the very start that trusting a mere mortal would be her death. But at least she kind of had a say in how she died.

“I cannot betray my family, Alcina. I am so sorry.”, and with those words, Mia pulled the trigger. Right through Lady Dimitrescu’s heart, but instead of blood, mold splattered on the wall behind her. Bela, Cassandra and Daniela ran over to their mother who had sunk down on her knees, placed her hand over the wound in her chest. For good measure, Mia fired another shot into her skull, killing the vampire in an instant. With a loud bang, her lifeless body dropped on the floor, the rest of the mold inside of her spreading around her before it faded out of existence, just like its host.

The daughters turned around to face Mia, all of them visibly disappointed in her and her choices. “That’s what we saved you for? So you could kill us? Thanks for nothing.”, Daniela said. “I hope you can live with that decision.”, Bela added, and Cassandra just flipped her off. All of them earned a bullet to the skull, falling down next to their mother. They all knew they wouldn’t live forever, but this ending was nothing they had anticipated.

Slowly, the mold around the cell started to disappear, and Chris fell out of his prison. He coughed up some of the mold that had made its way into his mouth, wiping over it before shaking his head. “In all my years, I never thought I’d cross paths with them again...but they had become so dangerous.” Then, his eyes fell on the gun Mia had used. “Where the fuck did you get this one from?”

“Alcina said she snagged it off you, and that it could kill everything. So I made my decision and kill the monsters.”, Mia said, her voice flat and without any feeling. Had she made the right choice? It was too late to think of it now.

Chris shook his head, taking the gun from her, “It’s mine. Long story, y’know. And now…”, he dug around in his pockets until he found a lighter. He made the Winters family leave the cell before he set fire to the bodies of the vampires, watching as the centuries old bodies slowly vanished under the flame. The smell of burnt flesh and rotten eggs filled the cell, making Chris leave too.

*

“Okay, now just close your eyes and I will take your blood, and then you can go home.”, the scientist said to Rosy. The little girl nodded and looked over to her Mommy. Rosy had the special spot on Ethan’s lap, him holding his girl’s hand as the scientist took the blood from her. Under the promise of a new toy and some sweets, Rosy didn’t cry or throw a tantrum, instead was a good girl and let the blood flow.

*

Chris and Mia stood outside of the lab, smoking as the cold wind from the mountains made them chill to the bone. Some soldiers had taken the remains of the Dimitrescu family and sent them to another lab for examination. The castle was taken over by another crew, taking probes of the mold still growing in the basement. Mia had told them where to go and where to find everything.

“So...why did you take Rosy with you and not just...ask if you could take her blood?”, Mia asked before she took another drag. Yes, yes, she shouldn’t, but her nerves were at the end. Another day at the castle, another day away from the people she loved and she would have thrown herself off a balcony.

“We needed to keep her under supervision. See what would happen in the mixture of the D and E-series.”, Chris explained, his own cigarette short already. “My orders were to neutralize you. Trust me, killing you wasn’t something I wanted to do, but I had to.”

“If your boss says to jump off the nearest bridge, would you do it?”

“To save the world? Sure.”

“You are an idiot, Redfield.”, Mia laughed and pushed some of the ash off her cigarette. “Always the hero of the day, aren’t ya?”

“You know, Mia...We will still have an eye on you and your family. If your mutations become dangerous or out of hand, you can always call us and we will intervene. 24/7!”, Chris said as he offered her a little card with his contact details on it. “And once the vaccine is done, we will let you know. It can possibly destroy the D-series inside of you and the E-series inside of Ethan, along with the mutation gamble inside of Rosy.”

“But I have one last question...why didn’t you just take Rosy’s blood at our home and let us be? Why kidnap her and take her to Romania?”

Chris sighed and pushed out his cigarette, turning his full attention to Mìa, “For a simple reason. The mutation inside of her hadn’t aged enough. It was still a tiny little mutation, and we hoped inside of the cell and with constant supervision, we could quicken the aging of the mutation. Little did we know that we triggered a trauma inside of her due to being seperated to her family.”

“Just like Eveline.”

“Just like Eveline.”

“Would you have killed her once you were done?”

“Yes.”

And with those words, Mia finished her own cigarette and slapped Chris upside down on the head. Chris just sighed and nodded, “I deserved that.” Then, he rubbed the hurting spot on his head, pointing towards the helicopter landing area. “Your ride will be here soon. Make it a good one.”

Mia nodded and turned around, but then Chris grabbed her wrist. He pulled her towards himself, too dangerously close. “And you know - we got your back. Don’t keep any secrets from us.”

*

“Don’t keep any secrets from us.”, those words echoed in Mia’s mind as they flew out of Romania. One last glimpse at the Castle Dimitrescu, at the pain and sorrow it had caused to so many. 

Rosy slept in Ethan’s arms, exhausted and tired from both being away from her parents and the blood the scientists had taken from her. Ethan had his phone in one hand, probably texting his mother at home who was worried sick about her boy. Mia mindlessly cradled her belly in this moment, thinking of the new life growing inside of her.

Mia knew, they were still in deep shit. And it wouldn’t change anytime soon.

[dimigex]

Current WIP/ Drabbles list

So, I have a day in my writing schedule that is dedicated to working on stories not Altered Reality, Healing Hands, Heart in a Silver Cage, or Losing Control, but I have so many that’s it’s hard to choose. I went through and made a massive list of the current projects that I have (and realized I need to complete more and jump around less). Everything on this list is at least over a thousand words and most are considerably more than that. 

I kind of wanted to open this up to see if any of these descriptions get my followers excited in the ‘omg tell me more, why isn’t this finished yet’ way because there is only so much time each day to work on things. If you see something you want to know more about or really want to see me post sooner rather than later, please, Please, PLEASE inbox me (you can even use Anon to do so) or reply or reblog or whatever. I want to work on things that other people will be excited about too. It’s no fun alone. I mean it kind of is, but feedback is the best and if you’re excited you’re more likely to comment and engage. 

Works are below the cut because I have zero self control and the list is long. Keep in mind this is nowhere near the full amount of stories I have in docs, only the ones that are well developed and/or written or close to being finished (or have a chapter or more if it’s a long story)  

Big Stories (things that would be split into multiple chapters/parts):

Naruto:

Clean - KakaSaku, Sakura comes back to the village with an infant daughter and a big secret, one that she’s sworn never to tell even if it makes her life miserable. This is a study on the things we do for love, even when it hurts us. This story also has some previous SasuSaku undertones

Dark Side of the Moon - KakaSaku, this is basically the flip side of Altered Reality. Kakashi lived in a happy world and is suddenly thrust into a reality where nearly everyone he cares about is dead and he’s in a relationship with Sakura. With everything upside down, can he figure out what happened and get back to his family before it’s too late? Or should he move on with the new normal?

Here With You - Kakasaku, A 10k follow on to my oneshot Distraction which is mutual pining (and mutual self pleasure while thinking of the other). Kakashi and Sakura are tired of dancing around their feelings for each other, but neither knows what to do about it. With a little help from Ino, Genma, and maybe some alcohol, they’ll figure it out. 

Mortal Flaw, Fatal Sin - KakaSaku (with a heavy dose of anti-SasuSaku, Sasuke really does come across evil in this one) Sakura returns to Konoha after over a year with little to no contact with anyone. Pregnant and alone, she turns to Kakashi to try and figure out what to do with her life and tempers flare when the truth starts to come out. (this one will have a lot of trigger warnings, it’s a dark take on SasuSaku)

Run to You  - Jiraiya/Tsunade, snippets of their lives through the second war and forward (Niwaki’s death, Dan’s, the first time they hook up (because let’s face it, it happened)

Shattered - This starts as a SasuSaku morphs into a KakaSaku and NaruSasu. After the war, Sasuke is held in prison in Konoha for treason. Kakashi is Hokage and he didn’t ask for this mess with his former team, and he certainly didn’t ask to start developing feelings for Sakura as she’s doing her best to save Sasuke from himself. 

She is the Sunlight - KakaSaku, Sakura is unhappy with life in the village after the war (and Sasuke) and wants something more than just her medical work at the hospital. Eventually she latches onto the idea of Anbu which Kakashi strongly opposes because he wants to protect her from the horrors of it. (this is actually a combination of two stories I have where Kakashi catches the feels and doesn’t know what to do about it and Sakura kind of self-destructs before he figures it out)

Starting Over - Kakayama, Tenzo doesn’t know what to do with himself after the war and ends up helping at the hospital. When an orphaned infant isn’t doing well, Tenzo puts in some extra effort and maybe falls in love with the idea of being a dad if only he can convince Kakashi that it’s a good idea. 

Overwatch:

Empire - Gabriel centric, dealing with his pre army life with his family, initiation into a gang, conversion to the army, marriage and daughter, then ending at SEP. This is a wild ride from start to finish honestly. 

Through the Glass - Genji/Mercy, their time during his recovery after Overwatch saved his life, then probably reconnecting later as an epilogue. 

(You Held the Gun that) Fired First - Reaper76, starting with the founding of Overwatch, the slow decay of Jack and Vincent’s relationship, the chaos of Jack and Gabe together, ending sometime around the start of the game probably. I’m not planning to follow canon heavily but there will be a lot of stuff happening here including but not limited Jack planning to ask Vincent to marry him, a massively public break-up, Vincent gets attacked and nearly killed, Ana’s death, the explosion. Honestly I haven’t decided on the ending point yet 

Drabbles (smaller, one shots that don’t need additional chapters, probably): 

Naruto

Beautiful, Perfect Disaster - KakaSaku, all the tension between them finally snaps into a first kiss that might be the start of something wonderful 

Blame it on the Blood Loss - KakaIru, When Kakashi and Iruka go on a mission together, the latter is badly injured and rambles confessions he never meant to share

Innocence - KakaSaku, Kakashi and Sakura have been dating for a while when she shocks him by admitting she’s never been with anyone before and wants him to be her first (and last), not going to lie, this is mostly smut 

Interrupted Affections - KakaSaku, Kakashi and Sakura have just started dating and the days on missions without being able to touch is killing both of them. Sneaking away from Tenzo and Naruto, they try to find a little alone time to reconnect. It goes about as well as expected 

Let It Go - NaruSasu,in which Naruto tries to convince Sasuke to stay in the village and Sasuke has some convincing reasons on why he shouldn’t 

Letting Go - Kakayama, set in their Anbu days where Tenzo pays the ultimate price to save Kakashi’s life and Kakashi goes a little crazy as a result 

Memories and Hope - Genma/Kakashi, on the anniversary of Minato’s death Genma and Kakashi realize they have more in common than they realized. 

Saying Goodbye - Kakayama, Tenzo reflects on all the could have beens at Kakashi’s funeral 

Shadows and Sunlight - KakaSaku and NaruSasu, This is a follow on to my story Lightning and Starlight (in which Sasuke uses chidori on Sakura on the bridge when she tried to kill him, aka Kakashi got there too late). It follows the fallout of that day when everyone catches feels and realizes relationships are complicated

Surprise Advances - Tenzo/Anko, a train wreck mission leads this unlikely pair to fall into bed together (a spin off from Heart in a Silver Cage)

The Monster You Made - Kakashi/Obito, after the war (in which Obito doesn’t die, obviously) Kakashi saves Obito from execution for his crimes and realizes that he has some unresolved feelings for the teammate that he thought he’d lost years ago. 

The Photograph - Tenzo/Obito (set in Altered Reality universe) where an Anbu mission makes Tenzo rethink his opinion of his captain 

The Story of Your Scars - Kakayama, this is a follow on to Find Me in the Dark (in which Tenzo was captured and tortured by Orochimaru) where Kakashi tries to help Tenzo deal with the trauma of it 

Undone - Kakashi centric, young Kakashi wakes up in the hospital after his failure to save Rin (honestly this is about the shattering of Minato and Kakashi’s relationship) 

Undressed - KakaYama, Kakashi comes home broken up after a mission and Tenzo helps him remove his armor, in more ways than one

Overwatch

First Impressions - Reaper76, after the SEP injections which Jack has a difficult time with and Gabe helps him get through 

Shattered - Vincent learns about the explosion at the Swiss HQ and that Jack is missing in it 

War is Hell - Reaper76, the fallout after another bad Blackwatch mission where Jack is left picking up the pieces 

Other

Apocalyptic - Genma/Fynta (swtor crossover) where Genma is trapped in the Star Wars universe just trying to survive (co-written with Cinlat)

[neon-vocalist]

day 11: getting the tree: veronica, mac, chandler

Originally written October 20, 2021

The following story contains passages about gay Christmas trees, whatever Mac swears is "arboreal abuse," Chandler quite literally snorting a candy cane, and how Veronica got nicknamed "Monkey." If that's not your jam, that's definitely alright, head on over to the other book or the next chapter or whatever. But if it is? You're in for a treat.

"Heather, for god's sake, there are children around." Mac grabs Chandler's hand and yanks it down before she can flip off a 10-year-old boy. "Why are you so annoyed at him, anyway?"

"He laughed at Veronica," Chandler growls. "Let me go."

Mac stifles a giggle and wraps her other arm around Chandler's chest to keep her from escaping. "To be fair, love, Veronica was stuck in a tree. I probably would have laughed too if I-"

"If you weren't too busy complaining about the 'senseless slaughter of our arboreal friends.'"

"I was gonna say if I wasn't helping her out of it, but that works too. I still stand by that. Why are we cutting down trees when we can just get fake ones and stop killing things?"

"Heather my love, firstly, these trees were grown to be senselessly slaughtered, so we're technically giving them a purpose in life- otherwise, they'd just be useless."

"Stop logicking me."

"Also-" Chandler says, side-eyeing Mac for interrupting- "where is the lovely Bluebird?"

"You looking for tree girl?!" calls one of the kids Heather was about to flip off. Older than the 10 year old, but not by much- maybe 12? Mac gives Chandler a stern look.

"Yes, we're looking for our girlfriend," she says, keeping her peripheral vision on Chandler.

"She's over there," says the younger one, pointing into the vast abyss of trees.

"Ew," says the older one. "She's your girlfriend?"

"Yes, she's our girlfriend," says Chandler, wrenching out of Mac's grip. "And if you make fun of her for it, I'll break your kneecaps."

"I'll break your kneecaps," mocks the younger boy, and they run off laughing. Mac lays a hand on a seething Chandler's head to calm her. It works a little bit. Not really.

"Heather, darling, as much as I love watching you being a threatening little gremlin, we should probably go find our lovely Veronica and save her from whatever predicament she's gotten herself into."

"Agreed." Chandler picks Mac's hand off her head and swings it lightly back and forth between them as they half-jog to find Veronica, who is once again stuck in a tree, this time upside down.

"Hi there baby... ies!"

"Hey, there, Ronnie," says Chandler, coming up and pecking her on the lips. "Do you need assistance?"

"Are you in dire-"

"Oh my God." Ever since Mac landed a role in an online production of a genderbent Hamilton, she has not shut up with all the references. "Mackie, please."

"I may need some help," Veronica confesses, effectively ignoring Mac and Chandler. She lets go with one of her hands to push her hair out of her face, and swings hesitantly by her knees.

"Alright, how do you want me to-" Mac moves a little bit closer to Veronica and takes her upside-down torso in her arms. "Uh... alright. Where do we go from here?"

"Your face is really red, Bonbon," points out Chandler.

"Do not care," says Veronica, letting go with her other hand to put her arms around Mac's neck. It works for about two seconds before she falls out of the tree completely, Mac's support around her chest saving her, albeit awkwardly, from smashing her head on the icy ground. "Ow."

"Idiot," says Chandler, laughing hysterically and having to lean on a tree for support.

"Didn't you just-"

"Irrelevant." She cuts off Heather before she can tell Veronica that she almost fought two children- she really doesn't feel like getting in trouble on the ride home. Veronica sits up as best as she can and slithers out of Mac's grasp.

"Ronnie, I think you broke my arm," says Mac, shaking it around a little bit. Seeing Veronica's face, she adds, "not really! Not literally! I am fine. Physically." She gives Veronica a kiss on the cheek. "Don't you even think about using that saw!" she cries, turning her head to scream at an old couple, who stare at her confusedly and hesitantly begin to cut down their tree of choice. "Murderers," she adds in disgust with a final glare at them.

"Heather, how many times have we been over this?" asks Veronica with an affectionate sigh of annoyance.

"Do not," Mac replies, holding her hand up in Veronica's face. "Why are we even here?"

"Because I tried to do something nice for you but Veronica keeps nearly passing out in trees and Heather keeps complaining about killing them so maybe we should just get a fake one?" suggests Chandler.

"Good idea," Veronica replies.

"Very good idea," adds Mac.

"I didn't get stuck that many times. It's not my fault I have the urge to climb things!"

"My little monkey," says Chandler fondly, tracing Veronica's jawline. Mac smiles at the tiny display of affection, a rare thing to witness between Chandler and Veronica- usually it's one or both of them loving on her.

"Are we getting out of here?" she asks with a glance at Heather and Veronica. When they both nod, they start trying to find their way out of the maze of trees. "Ooh, look! Hot cocoa and candy canes!"

They seem to have found a sign that they're getting close to escaping the tree farm. A little stand sits next to a wood chipper, with silver drink dispensers and chalk signs defining the containers as cocoa, coffee and cider, as well as one that simply screams HOT! Mac pokes Chandler and gestures at the sign. "That's youuuu," she teases. Chandler giggles, while Veronica is just drawn to the bowl of chocolate Kisses, candy canes, and those soft peppermint things.

"Wonder if I could snort this," Chandler muses, picking up a mini candy cane that's been ground to dust in its plastic bag. It appears to still be sealed, though, so she opens it up and pours a little on the back of her hand. "Is this how this works?" Veronica stifles a laugh, and Mac doesn't even look away from the cup she's filling, but calls over "whatever you're doing is probably a bad idea."

"Too late," says Veronica, almost falling over giggling as Chandler waves her hands frantically around her nose.

"HOLY SH-"

"There are children," Mac scolds, still without looking up.

"That hurts!" Chandler whines, wide-eyed.

"Whatever you did, you probably shouldn't have done it," says Mac, drifting over to Chandler and kissing her on the cheek. Veronica rights herself and shakes her head at Heather.

"You really are something," she says in near-disbelief. "Do you want to make an attempt to get a fake tree or just go home?"

"We could see what Walmart has to offer," suggests Chandler.

"If you want, I can look on the website on our drive there and tell you if there's anything worthwhile."

"That would be lovely, Mackie," says Veronica. "Let's head to the car, yeah? I'll drive."

"Rock paper scissors for the backseat?" asks Mac.

"Totally," Chandler replies, turning to her. Veronica leading the way, they head back to the car in a pile of giggles and love and affectionate shouting.

"They have a rainbow one," Mac announces, tapping on her screen as Veronica pulls out of the gravel-filled parking lot.

"Gay," says Veronica, more focused on not dying than the color of the plastic tree.

"Indeed. Should we get it?"

"Hell yeah."

"Alright! Monkey, to Walmart!" Chandler grins and taps her on the nose.

"Monkey? That's a new one."

"I make fun of you because I love you," Chandler replies.

"Love you more," says Veronica.

"Love you most," adds Mac, and they all laugh.

[schnitzelbutterfingers]

the forgotten one- chapter 1

A/N: hiya there! chapter 1 is here!! i finally had some time to write chapter 1. it’s... angsty, as many of you all have guessed. we’ll see how abby is holding on and ethan’s reaction to what happened. a couple of things:

in this chapter, dr. sebastian ‘seb’ chacko (abby’s brother) and their mother jazmin chacko will make their debut! sebastian skipped two grades and is now the most famous and wealthiest neurosurgeon in the country. seb is 30 years old and is experienced in neurosurgery for 6 years. he is the only best friend of ethan ramsey.

seb and abby are both half-indians and half-mexicans. their mother is mexican and their father is indian. even though their father Abraham is spiteful and malicious , they still like being an indian and jazmin took the time to learn hindi (the official language of india) and malayalam (a south indian language and the one i speak). i am NOT a mexican, but i am an indian. there will be terms a couple of indian terms, so at the bottom, i will add a glossary of words, which will be bolded and will have asterisks (*).

and remember, abby is a 22 year-old second year resident and ethan ramsey is 30 years old with 9 years of experience in medicine.

forgive me if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes. lmk what you think! enjoy!

pairing(s): dr. ethan ramsey x mc (dr. abby chacko)

warning(s): angst angst angst I’M SORRY

word count: 2535

catch up here: prologue

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Ethan’s POV

Dr. Abigail Chacko. Abigail Chacko. Abby Chacko. Abby. Rookie.

She is all Ethan could think about while he is driving. 

It’s Friday night. Cars are honking. People are laughing. Lights are flickering. The world is spinning. Yet every fiber of his being is thinking about the one woman that managed to flip his world upside-down. The one woman who broke down all his walls. The one woman who challenges him every day and every night. The woman who he can say is his girlfriend... kind of.

Abby came into his life like a wrecking ball, pushing past every limit even he didn’t know.  When he went to the Amazon for two months, every part of him wanted to call her, ask her how she is doing, whether she received any PITAs, wanting to let her know that he still cared about her. 

Seb was mad, mad, when he found out what Ethan did to her little sister. The Chacko let him know what Abby was feeling then: emotional, depressed, crying, not even smiling. He even said that the little sister he knew and loved changed so much, he couldn’t even recognize her anymore. Hearing that made Ethan’s heart break more and more. He was the reason she was feeling emotional. He was the reason she was depressed. He was the reason she was crying day and night. He was the reason she wasn’t smiling.

But Seb was understanding. He knew about his trust issues. He knew about his family life. He knew about his childhood. And he knew that Ethan thought going to the Amazon, staying 3228 miles away from her, not calling her, was for her own benefit. Seb told him that he forgave him, because he knows that Ethan cares.

Even after coming back to the Amazon, he still had feelings for her. She occupied his mind every second of the day. What was thought to be effortless and trouble-free was challenging and strenuous. After a while, he surrendered and let himself accept her. From the dinner with the governor and the trip to the art gallery to the kiss outside of his apartment and the Mass Kenmore heist, he quit bearing his bottled up feelings for her. 

The Senator assassination attempt was the last straw. Seeing Abby, his Abby, so frail and feeble, her skin so pale, still delivered him those haunting memories from nightmares he would see. Every time he sees Abby, even after that incident, he never wanted to let her go, afraid that something terribly wrong would happen to her. 

He then realized he was the idiotic one, pushing he away a lot. He told her about his feelings for her, and Abby was more than enthusiastic to let him in. They did it in the car and in the ski resort, and he was never more joyful and ecstatic than before. Their relationship is getting more determined than ever.  

He desperately wanted to give her a ride, but couldn’t because her shift hadn’t ended yet. And something still bothers him that it was a terrible idea, but he decided to let those thoughts pass, afraid of being negative.

But love? Do I love Abigail? Ethan thinks to himself. The truth is... he doesn’t know. He never knew love was possible until he met her, the whirlwind. It may take him a little more time to answer that question.

Instantly, he hears his phone ringing, disturbing him from his musing. It’s Naveen, his mentor and old friend.

The attending answers the call. “Hello? Naveen? Is everything alright?”

In return, he hears an audible sigh. “No, son, nothing is alright. And it might stay that way for a while.”

Ethan starts becoming worrisome. Did anything happen to Naveen. Did he get an update on the hospital? Is this the end of Edenbrook? “Naveen? Are you talking about the hospital?” Ethan asks carefully. 

“Where are you now?”

“I’m driving home. Why?”

“... You might want to park the car somewhere if I need to tell you this.”

“...Why?

“Just listen to your mentor, son. Park your car.”

Ethan does as he is advised, wondering where this is going. “Naveen, you’re killing me. What is happening?”

Naveen paused for a long time. “When I tell you this, promise me you will not overrea-”

“Just spit it out, old man.”

Naveen sighs again, this time penetrated with grief and concern. “...It’s.. it’s Abby. She was stabbed-”

And that’s when Ethan cut the call, his mind racing, his heart thumping, driving recklessly back to the hospital.

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Seb’s POV

Chicago. Chi-town. Attractive city. The buildings. The lights. The horizon.

Him and Ethan were lucky to get huge penthouses overlooking their respective cities’ horizon. While Ethan doesn’t genuinely appreciate the view of Boston from his penthouse, the view of Chicago nonetheless manages to take his breath away.

Today was an exceptional day for Seb. He performed a successful decompressive craniectomy to a carpenter who was in a massive car crash. Seeing their family happy after he told them about the successful surgery made his heart leap.  A craniectomy cost a lot, so he made sure the carpenter’s family didn’t pay at all. 

That is Seb’s goal. To help everyone, even those who can’t afford treatment. That is Ethan’s goal. That is Abby’s goal. That is their goal. He’s fortunate to have Ethan as his best friend and Abby as his sister. He treasures them both.

Seb and Abby had a mierable childhood, living in Aurora, Illinois, but a different one from Ethan. The siblings both got abused by their father every single day, Abby being assaulted the most. The whips from the belt. The slaps from his hands. Being tied up and getting tortured. They still brought nightmares to Seb.  Abraham is a very wealthy and elite lawyer, “fighting for justice.” But whenever poor people trying to get justice and freedom come to his door, he knocks them out, only letting rich people enter. The comic part is that Seb, Abby, and Jazmin didn’t receive a single penny.

Jazmin would get injured a lot while trying to save them, but failed when his people seized her away, locking her up. Every morning Seb wakes Abby up for school, he would see bruises, scars, dried-up blood, and seeing them made Seb’s eye burn with tears. Since then, he promised himself he would free him, Abby, and thier mother, from that prison. Together they moved to Chicago, Illinois, but still receive threats from Abraham and his gang, saying they will come find them. 

Two weeks before was a nightmare for both Ethan and Seb. Their sister, Abby, was stuck in the Senator’s room, with gas they didn’t even know of. Seb and their mother, Jazmin, hastily packed their bags and booked their next flight to Boston, with Jazmin crying all the way, wondering if they’ll ever see their daughter again. Edenbrook and Mass Kenmore together found a cure, and he always wondered if, after that, Ethan Ramsey and Tobias Carrick ever reestablished their friendship. 

Abby told them they didn’t need to be here and that she will be fine, but they still stayed there a week. Eventually, she kicked them both out, but not without a lovely smile, saying she will see them later when she’ll come to Chicago. 

Seb was filled with joy and literally screamed at the phone when he found out that Ethan and Abby are in a relationship. He was kind of melancholy that they kept it secret, but was still filled with content that Ethan finally, finally, gave up the fight. When Jazmin found out, she made gulab jamun* with him to celebrate. They were both cheerful  Abby had finally found someone. Ultimately, Jazmin told Seb that he needs to find a woman, too, which he knew was going to happen.

Seb is staring out the window, thinking about how they all got into the positions they are now. The lights are flickering in his eyes, but he pays no attention to them, but to the sun setting on the horizon, like the glow of a burning fire. He is paying attention to the deep orange and the small tinge of purple streaked across the sky when he hears a sudden crash in the kitchen. When he looks behind, he sees a woman with wrinkles, flour all over her clothes.

Oh, Mother, Seb thinks with a grin. He tried not to laugh, but lost with a small chuckle. 

“Oh, stop making fun of your Amma*! Has Abby called you yet? She usually calls early.” Jazmin replies, worried all of a sudden.

Seb sighs, shaking his head. “No not yet. Probably stuck on some kinda case. What are you trying to make today?”

“Classic Tres Leches Cake* My family special! Wanna help me?” Her eyes light up.

“Sure. You have the three milks, right?”

“Yep! Follow me!” And with that, she prods off to the kitchen.

Seb laughs again, following her, until he hears his phone ringing. He walks over to the couch where the phone is and checks the caller ID. It’s Ethan Ramsey.

“Amma, hold on for one sec. It’s Ethan. Probably because I forgot calling him today.”

“Sure, Mone*! Take your time!”

Seb picks up the call. “Hey, Ethan! Sorry I didn’t get to call you. I performed a successful-”

“Seb.”

He hears the voice of a woman. A sound that he can recognize really well. “Harper? What are you doing with Ethan’s phone?”

Harper’s voice is tense. "He didn’t want to call you. He didn’t know how to call you.”

What? What is she saying? Did I do something wrong? “Harper, what are you talking about?”

Harper heaves a sigh. “It’s Abby. She got stabbed by one of the patients here at Edenbrook.”

Time stands still as he processes her words. Suddenly the sunset, the view from his penthouse, didn’t matter anymore. My sister. Stabbed. By some jerk. She barely survived maitotoxin and now this. Tears burn in his eyes, but he forced to blink them away. Was that why she hadn’t called today?

“...How is she now?”

“She’s now in an emergency surgery. The stab wound affected her liver, and they’re trying to fix-” At that point Seb heard too much. He cuts the call.

When he turned around, he saw Jazmin with anxious eyes. “Is everything alright?”

Seb looks at his mother in the eye, tears obscuring his vision. “Amma...”

He spills everything out.

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Ethan’s POV

Blood rushing. Heart hammering. Eyes reddening. Fear surrounding. 

The two emotions he can feel. Fear. Anger.

He wants, no, needs, to know who the hell stabbed his Rookie.

*Hours ago*

He walks into the hospital, each step with a thunderous clap, but at any moment, his legs could give away. Every one is looking at him with concern. He breezed through the hallways, eventually finding Naveen sitting on one of the waiting chairs. Naveen sights him and abruptly gets up.

“Ethan! I was trying to call you aga-”

“How is she?”

“Dr. Chacko was stabbed in the side, which affected her liver. They are performing an emergency surgery on her right now. Dr. Tanaka said to me that she will pull through.”

Ethan let go his sigh of relief, suddenly realizing that he was holding it for too long. He slumped down onto one of the waiting chairs, Naveen sitting next to him. “Are you alright, son?”

“Who hurt her? Who hurt Abby?”

Naveen exhales. “That’s what we don’t know. They said it’s a woman with grey hair, but she escaped from the hospital after stabbing Abigail. The security guards are checking the CCTV to figure out who it might be. And as for why, we don’t know. According to the patients in the ER, all Dr. Chacko did was ask the perpetrator why she was crying and the woman stabbed her. But don’t worry, my boy, they’ll figure it out.”

Rage fills through his blood as he hears Naveen’s words. She got stabbed. All because she was trying to assist a patient? If that ‘patient’ ever comes into his sight, he will break him or her. Break them. That’s all he wants to do. 

But he knows he can’t. He merely wants Abby to be alright. The surgery. 

At that moment, Harper enters the waiting room.

“Ethan? I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to call her brother and mother.”

Goodness. He forgot about that. His one and only best friend. How is he supposed to tell him that? Most of all, her mother. She was sobbing so hard when she found out that Abby was exposed to a deadly toxin. If he tells them that Abby was stabbed, how are they supposed to handle the news?

“Harper? Can you do me a favor and call them for me?” Ethan decides. “I don’t think I have the strength in me to call them.”

“Sure, Ethan. Whatever you need.” Harper says sympathetically.

Ethan hands her his phone and tells her his passcode. All the while Ethan wants to break down and mourn. He wants to punch the wall repeatedly until his knuckles bleed.

“Ethan?” he is knocked to the present by Naveen. Ethan abruptly stands up.

“Naveen, any word on Abby?” he asks worriedly.

Naveen flashes him a brilliant beam. “The surgery was successful. She’s sleeping now.” He pauses for a moment. “Also, Seb and his mother will be arriving in a few hours.”

“That’s great.” Suddenly, he remembers. “... Did you get any word on the perpetrator?”

The chief’s smile falls into a frown. “Ah, I was... hoping you wouldn’t ask that.”

Ethan eyes his mentor and friend suspiciously.”...Why?”

Naveen takes a deep breath. “Are you sure you want to hear this, Ethan? Because I don’t think you’ll be ready.”

“Just tell me who it is already, damn it!” Ethan glares.

“...It’s your mother, Ethan. Louise Ramsey. She was the perpetrator.”

The attending’s heart stops. Time stands still. All the motions pause as Ethan consumes this news in. His bowels turn to ice water. Fear overtakes him. Rage fills his blood. Emotions are piling up.

My mother? My mother?

“Naveen? Please just tell me that you didn’t say what I think you said.”

“I’m sorry, son.”

At this point, Ethan has heard enough and starts punching the wall, blood spilling from his knuckles, the wall breaking. It’s my fault. My god, it’s all my fault! I started believing in this woman again, only to be hurt again. This time, almost taking the woman I lo- 

“Ethan, STOP!!” Naveen’s voice cuts his thoughts off.

“I don’t care anymore. I’m gonna break that woman when I see her again.” Ethan’s growl is more than scary. It is haunting.

As Naveen tends to Ethan’s wounds, he can’t help but wonder:

How is he ever going to encounter Abby again?

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MYSTERY MAN’s POV

What Ethan doesn’t know is that a man is standing at the corner of the hallway, with a petrifying smile.

Yeah right, Ethan. Go ahead. Try to break Louise Ramsey. I dare you.

The thing is: you can’t. It’s alright to try. But you won’t succeed. Like she told Abby...

The game has just begun.

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A/N (2): any guesses on who the mystery man is??

GLOSSARY

gulab jamun: an indian sweet which is sugary and sweet AND IS SO GOOD INDIANS CAN YOU RELATE

amma: an indian word which means ‘mother’ (i’ve only heard south indians (like me) using this word, but maybe north indians use this word??

classic tres leches cake: (had to do some research) a mexican cake made with three types of milk: evaporated milk, condensed milk, and heavy cream.

mone: means ‘son’ in south india.

tags: @missmiimiie​ @aylamwrites​ @starrystarrytrouble​ @udishaman​ @caseyvalentineramsey​ @queencarb​ @choicesstan1​ @newcolonies​ @arcticrivers​ @angela8756​ @takemyopenheart​ @rookie-ramsey​ @ohchoices @ohvamsey​ @ohramsey​ @natureblooms24​ @drariellevalentine​ @openheartfanfics

[deanirae]

Can you get it inside your head I’m tired of dancing?  

post 8.07 pre 8.08] crack/angst past turned unrequited deancas, implied deanbenny 2,4k [x]

The sun, also currently known as bitch, has got some serious nerve to sit where it always does, not upside down and nine miles to the left as it frankly should on this memorable fuckhat day. Where is the End of Days when it's really called for? When it should be really nigh?

Dean flips the front mirror panel down not to have to deal with at least that one disappointment. He can still see Cas's half-constipated, half-abandoned and kicked in its fluffy ass puppy face in the mercilessly annoying reflection. The obvious choice would be to not grace it with anything right now, but A – he's the one driving so his eyes can't wander off pretty far, especially in the barely sunlit grayness – and B – on his left, Sam is currently roleplaying a twelve year old girl that has her big emotional introspection accompanied by listening to Sarah McLahlan because her mean parents wouldn't let her buy ebola from the internet. Or something.

Point is, he's three hours into ostentatiously moping, trying to quietly terrorize Dean into making peace with Cas on the fly so it won't be awkward and problematique for him anymore. To Sam, Dean is just too inconvenient anytime he's inconvenient. And that, by order of nature herself, demands immediate and final stopping and ballot recounting also.

And Dean's point is, that it's not gonna happen anytime soon.

And Cas's point – assuming he’s still remotely capable of making those –  seems to be dead-set on that 50:50 face thing. And Dean regrets briefly glancing; with more or less the same intensity he regrets his whole life on the crap weather days his bones hurt harder than it should be legal.

Sam, in his hemhorroidal disturbance, reaches out to the tape deck and attempts to put anything on, but Dean feels like exactly zero of his tapes right now, so he swats Sam's hand off with a loud smack. Judging from the faces he gets for that, it's gotta be resonating in their heads a lot.

It's gonna be a long ride to Lousiana, way longer and more exhausting than the freshly puked from Purgatory one. In fact, the closer they get to Lafayette, the more tired he is and they won't start working the vetalas case until tomorrow night because apparently hanging around clubs on fridays is the new hanging downside of trees or whatever cool thing it was vetalas were doing before the rise of the all you can eat buffet of horny dicks certain they're gonna get reverse cowgirls for a two dollar drink. Or reverse cowboys. Fucking cheapskates. Some of them do have it coming. But in severe STDs, not in this.

In itself, waiting for the actual hunt really doesn't need to be a problem. It's just that Sam and Cas are fucked-bent on having it be one because—

“I said I'm going to stay with you and join you on hunts,” Cas finally snaps. „There's no need for this 'backup' as you call it, Dean.”

—Because that.

“Don't air quote it, man,” Dean mutters wearily, because of course Cas air quoted it.

“And there is absolutely no need for you to sleep in a vampire's camping truck when we have plenty of motels to pick from,” Cas rants on, zero deterred and plus ten determined, clearly not tuning into Dean's I don't wanna discuss that vibe.

Annnd because that too, yeah.

“Well I donno, I sure didn't want us to look like some sort of a hookup site for salvation army fashionistas threesome. You'll thank me later. Or you can do it now and shut up when you're done, how's that.”

“A vampire,” Sam interrupts his polished bitchface just to whine it out, which has to be peak brotherly care by his modern standards.

“You two asshats had no problem leaving me in vamp-vegas for a goddamn year,” Dean growls. “I am an adult adult and I need some me-time that isn't you time. And I'm gonna have awesome time while I'm at it. Sue me if that's a crime. Bother my lawyer.”

“You don’t have a lawyer”, says Sam.

“Aren’t you kind of a lawyer?” Dean remembers suddenly. “Or at least close enough for you two to bother each other and not me?”

“No, didn’t get to get there yet, thanks to you,” Sam mutters, also suddenly remembering the past life of his that was never meant to be.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, Dean whines. “Did I set your girlfriend on fire?”

“Fuck off.”

“I thought you missed me,” as if triggered by the word fuck, Cas drops the bomb with an evenness in his voice which hints at many things but Dean's brain is too stop-record screech to dissect them right now.

“What?” he blurts out, confused and affronted both.

“I thought you missed me,” Cas repeats, lower and harder like Dean's a stupid cat that won't spit out what it's chewing.

“Cas, I really don't wanna do this.”

“You kept praying to me to come back, Dean. After you were out of Purgatory. I heard you. Those were quite some prayers. Now you're putting yourself in real danger just to stay away from me. I don’t understand.”

Sam just stares at Dean, the always most helpful thing on the planet that he is. Thanks, Sam. Dean stares at the road. Cas stares daggers through the back of Dean's head. Poor Baby can't just leave this situation so she just keeps on rollin’. Nobody wins that day.

“That was before you told me you were lying your ass off just to kick me out last minute. Your subscription for my prayers and personal Jesus license have now expired, by the way. Like, the fuck does talking to you even do?”

“Fine!” Castiel snaps, so close to throwing his hands in the air for a grand effect but luckily thinking better of it since he's in a car that has a roof among other things. “I understand that you're angry—” he tries to start over, calmer, after a self-collecting breath.

“No, you don't,” Dean mutters.

“But you can't risk your life in the stupidest available way just to get back at me, Dean. Not after everything I've done to make sure you come back safe.”

Well at least he didn't include Sam in that „saving” part.

“You were there, man. You know Benny never double crossed me or you. What the exact fuck is your problem with him?”

A very angry squint-frown precedes the actual answer.

“You were his ticket to Earth. Now your life doesn't hold the same value.”

“Thanks, Cas. That's really swee—”

“You know that's not what I meant, Dean,” Cas growls in a tone that's clearly a final warning.

So final even Sam and his high horse must have heard since he steps in to defuse Cas.

“Cas, I'm not a fan of saying it, but Benny isn't a threat to Dean. I think the guy is kinda trying to settle,” he offers.

Dean smiles a little bit.

“See, Cas?”

“But I'm worried he might have more vamps trying to take him down because he pissed off every fang that ever knew him and then some. This is actual danger, Dean.”

“What?!” Castiel explodes in unbridled rage.

“Sam, have you ever wondered where do snitches go after they die?”

“Dean, you know I'm serious.”

“Ditches,” Dean concludes.

“When exactly were you going to tell me this?” Castiel asks coldly. “After you get killed by vampire avengers?”

“They're all taken care of, Cas. No mean jokes this time. Relax.”

“With your Winchester luck? I doubt it.”

“Oh, come on. It's not like you wouldn't bring me back even if something did happen.”

“Yes, even twice because first I would have personally destroyed you for being so reckless.”

“I know you would.”

“Guys,” Sam tries to placate, “we should all calm down and rethink how to handle it safely. It's not a good time for some jilted lovers tiff”, he begs.

Dean frowns then makes mocking faces at him to communicate that he's being a fucking douche.

“You're a fucking jilted lovers tiff,” he decides.

“We had sex, Dean,” Castiel states accusatorily.

Little does he know, he just broke Sam beyond repair. Now that the cat is out of the bag, the only thing Dean can do is to straighten some things out.

“Once,” he says, raising a finger to accentuate his point. “Cas was sure we were gonna die in the morning. We didn't, but there never was a follow up on that, so,” Dean shrugs.

“You weren't interested.”

“Says you,” Dean huffs. “I’m sorry, do you know me? Being interested in sex is in my top five pasttimes. You behaved like a brick on the other hand and I don’t know how to read concrete.”

“I don’t want to be here, good fucking God,” Sam finally yelps after a successful reboot of his brain.

Dean’s pretty sure nobody wants to be in this car right now and the only goddamn thing that could potentially make him ‘special’ right now is the fact currently Sam’s probably the only person in the Impala who has not lain his mouth on Cas’s dick. Hopefully.

Funnily enough, Cas could easily poof out without lethal injuries, but he’s dead set on staying, judging from the frown on his face that looks like a stock market crash diagram.

“I didn’t exactly see you giving me any signs.”

And set on having this conversation.

“I’m not a cat, I don’t go into heats, Cas. Can we talk about it somewhere more private? Later? Cuz everybody here wants to fucking die right now.”

“Private?” Cas asks. “If you want privacy to talk then why do you refuse to book a room with me?”

“We don’t need to share a room to have a conversation. Unless what you want it to end with is getting back on track with that last night on Earth thing we had that one time.”

“Jesus Christ,” Sam cries.

“Grow up and stow your crap, Sam,” Cas says unexpectedly before Dean could even bother to serve anything in a similar note.

Dean is so thrown off his equilibrium by that he puts the car to an abrupt halt. Only because he’s too deeply wired to not crash the Impala into the first available so he won’t accidentally kill Sam.

That is, if Cas’s words haven’t obliterated him already. He glances at him, just in case. Speechless as holily commanded by the celestial – potentially horny – wrath from the back seat, but at least he’s still breathing.

“Um,” he says, because someone’s gotta, because he’s still the big brother in this demented equation. “Cas, what the fuck was that?”

“Should you, of all people, really need me to be this blunt – now that the worst affairs have been settled, we could pick up where we left off, and hopefully reach a mutual understanding regarding the nature of our relationship so that doubt no longer hinders you. If it’s still something that interests you, of course. Would that be clear and direct enough, Dean?”

Well, that was… long? Long enough citations are probably needed, but, uh, yeah. S’ gotta be addressed immediately or else.

“Cas, that was 2010 and we have 2012 now.”

“It was 2012 when you prayed to me in Purgatory and it was 2012 four days ago. Granted, your feelings towards me might be very complicated, but I still can sense and read your longing,” Cas says with a weary sigh.

“Stop smelling my longing,” Dean responds with a wearier one. “And I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“But I should explain myself to you.”

“I’m real fed up with your explanations, you know that? And we don’t got time for that, either. We need to get to Lafayette because we got a case waiting to get solved.”

“It’s because he’s waiting there for you, isn’t it,” Cas says sadly; not a question. A statement.

Dean doesn’t need to respond. Doesn’t feel like it, too.

Yeah. It’s good to actually have someone waiting for you; someone there.

Maybe it’s not that complicated, after all. Maybe it doesn’t have to be.

Dean starts the car. He’s got a place to go to.

The sound apparently wakes Sam from his stupor. His bright idea of the day, he turns the radio on before the awkward silence can make the universe inside of the Impala collapse on itself and on all three of them. Too late for Dean to react now; might as well get a load of the weather report.

In the back seat, Cas flicks his wrist subtly and the monotone voice sharply cuts off into static for a moment and the frequency bar moves elsewhere on its’ – or rather, Cas’s – own.  Some solitary synthesiser-made sounds drop one after another like tiny steps and Dean realizes he definitely has heard this song before at some point in his life as eighties one hit wonders ain’t no strangers to him. Oh well. Might as well not get any of the wea—

Looking from a window above, it’s like a story of love… Can you hear me?

Is he fucking kidding?!

Came back only yesterday, I’m moving farther away.... Want you near me…

“Are you fucking kidding?” Dean cries out, incredulous.

Tries to turn the radio off but it just won’t die.

All I needed was the love you gave— “You want melodramatic? I’ll give you melodramatic.” —All I needed for another day — Dean reaches out for his phone and starts typing angrily — and all I ever knew, only you.

He puts on good ol’ Fish and hopes it’s gonna be louder than Cas’s synth-pop loving. And starts driving towards where he wants to be cause he’s tired of dancing.

[chloelucia13]

Chapter 9: The Pollywog + Will the Wise

Pairing: none for the moment (currently Jonathan Byers x Platonic!Henderson!reader)

Prompt:  You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seems that way until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.

Chapter Summary: You felt alone last night, but it didn’t compare to the abandonment you felt the following day at school. But when you go to the Byers household to find Jonathan, you stumble upon an unfolding disaster instead.

Warnings: angst, some fluff, language, building some bonds finally!!!!

Word Count: 2430

A/N: Here’s the next part! This part is combining episodes three and four of season two. Hope you guys enjoy!

Taglist: @just-my-fandom​, @nightbu-g​

You didn’t even remember arriving home last night.

You woke up in a panic, startled awake by another nightmare that had plagued your mind. Once you were able to figure out where you were, you turned to look at your alarm clock that sat on your bedside table.

7:45 a.m.

With a huff, you rolled out of bed, realizing that you hadn’t even changed out of you costume. You quickly changed out of them and into a cable knit sweater and dark jeans. You trudged out of your room, and then out of the house and into your car. You took note of the empty space where Dustin’s bike usually laid, confused as to how you left for school after him.

Before you knew it, you were already parking in your usual spot in the parking lot, the spot right next to Jonathan’s. Your heart ached at the thought of him, but you shook it off and turned your body on autopilot, feeling a hollow emptiness inside your chest as you completed all of your usual actions monotonously. 

You had blankly sat through first and second period, completely staring off into space as millions of thoughts ran through your mind. Third period was the same, except a look of slight panic had replaced your blank stare as you realized that lunch was next, and you would have to either confront Jonathan or totally avoid him.

To your dismay, the lunch bell rang. You begrudgingly pushed yourself out of your seat and made your way outside.

You took a few deep breaths as you walked out to the parking lot, trying to keep yourself from spiraling as you made your way over to where you knew Jonathan was parked. 

As you neared his car, a heavy weight settled in your stomach when you realized that he wasn’t alone. 

Nancy sat in your usual spot in the hood of his car, right next to him, both of them unpacking their lunches as if they did the same thing together every day.

You immediately turned on your heel and made your way over to the vacant football field, silently ridiculing yourself as you walked across the asphalt and onto the dead yellow grass that crunched under your feet.

Clutching your book bag tightly to your chest, you sat down on the cold metal bleachers that were sat just beside the football field. Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut as you willed the tears and the heavy feeling of dread to go away.

“Can I sit here?”

Your eyes flew open and you looked up to the sound of the voice, calming down slightly when you realized that it was just Steve.

“I-uh, yeah,” you coughed out, releasing your viced grip on your bag so you could place it on the ground and pull your lunch from it.

“Thanks.” Steve sat down next to you, placing a paper bag down on the metal between you and him. “You doing okay?”

You nodded, keeping your eyes trained on the patch of grass in front of you as you pulled out a bag of baby carrots. “I’m good.”

He sat in silence for a moment, pursing his lips. “I should apologize.”

You furrowed your brows slightly. “What for?”

He sighed. “I, uh... I asked Jonathan if he could take Nancy home last night.” There was a beat of silence. “I wouldn’t have asked him if I knew that he came with you. Or if I knew that he would’ve left you there. I’m just... I’m really sorry. I feel horrible.”

You nodded, gulping. “It’s not your fault. Thank you for apologizing, though. I appreciate it.”

Another silence settled between you as you both began to eat your lunches, unable to find any words to say to the other. 

“You don’t have to sit with me, y’know. You don’t have to be nice to me,” you sighed out, setting your hands in your lap.

“What do you mean?” he questioned, turning his head to look at you.

“You don’t have to be nice to me because you feel bad for me. You saw me get dumped and you drove me home, and I really appreciate it, but you don’t have to try and be my friend because you feel bad for me.”

“And what if I’m sitting here because I want to? Because I want to spend time with you?” You shrugged, keeping silent. “You’re a cool girl, Y/N.”

You let out a chuckle. “Thanks. I can’t really tell if I can say the same about you...”

“Yeah, I probably deserve that.”

“But you’re getting a lot better. You’re more caring, more friendly. I definitely think that not being friends with Tommy and Carol benefited you. You may not be a cool guy now, but you’re definitely becoming a cool guy, Steve.”

He smiled and squeezed your shoulder. “Yeah, I guess. At least I’m cool in your eyes. I don’t really think many other people see me that way anymore.”

“Why?”

“That new guy, Billy or whatever. He’s the new ‘King of Hawkins High’ or whatever.”

“So you got dethroned, then.”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

You shrugged, turning your head to look at him. “It’s better than being beheaded. Besides, monarchies are fascist anyway.” You gave him a genuine smile and nudged his shoulder. “Welcome to the freak show, Harrington.”

***

A pain resonated in your heart when you saw that neither Nancy nor Jonathan were in fourth period, or any of the following periods. You still hadn’t seen them by the end of the school day, and when you went to your car, you saw that Jonathan’s car was no longer there. With a sigh, you got into your car and began driving.

As you passed Hawkins Middle, a strange feeling replaced that aching hurt in the pit of your stomach. You contemplated if you should listen to it, and immediately turned into the back lot of the school as that panic grew. 

You hopped out of your car and began to run, your vision going in and out as your body worked on autopilot, leading you right to the field. “Y/N!” 

Your vision filled back in and you saw Mike desperately trying to wake Will from a trance of sorts as he stood stock-still in the middle of the empty field behind the school. “Y/N, I don’t know what’s going on!” Mike shouted at you, and you immediately hurried over to him.

You pressed your hand to Will’s forehead, your brows furrowing when his skin felt cold to the touch. “I think he’s having an episode,” you pondered, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched his eyes roll into the back of his head.

You heard a group of footsteps running towards you, and you turned your head to see Lucas, Dustin, Joyce, and another girl rushing over.

“Will!” Joyce immediately began to shout, and you stepped to the side to let her help her son. “Will, wake up! Can you hear me?!”

Joyce continued to plead for Will as you stumbled back, panic filling your lungs as tears welled in your eyes. Fear settled in your stomach and a dark inkling in the back of your mind convinced you that something was very wrong.

You were pulled back to reality when you heard a harsh gasp fall from Will’s mouth. You wiped the wetness from your cheeks that you just realized was there, and you followed behind the group as they all walked back inside.

Joyce clutched Will tightly to her side as she gathered his things and took him to her car. You all followed them outside and watched as they got in Joyce’s car and drove away.

“Okay, that totally freaked me out,” the new girl voiced. “Did that not freak you guys out?”

“Two episodes in two days,” Lucas voiced, ignoring the girl. 

“It’s getting worse,” Mike added.

“You think it’s true sight?”

“True sight?” the girl questioned as everyone turned to stare at him confusedly.

“It’s nothing,” he sighed.

“Whatever it is, it’s not good,” you concluded, rubbing your eyes. “Alright, let’s go. I’ll give you guys rides home.”

***

“So, who was that?” you asked Dustin as soon as you two stepped through the front door.

“Who was who?” he replied, acting aloof.

“You know, that girl.”

He sighed. “It’s Mad Max.”

“Mad Max...” you voiced, pondering for a moment. “That girl who beat you at digdug? Who tried to kill you yesterday?”

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“Interesting...” you hummed.

“What?”

“Oh nothing, you just seemed to... I don’t know, look at her in a certain way.”

“Oh, gross! No way!” 

“Dustin, you’re almost 13! It’s normal to have a crush!”

“Oh yeah? How about your little crush on Jonathan?”

You let out a sigh. “We don’t talk about that.”

“’Oh Jonathan! I love you so much! I wanna make out with you all the time!’“ Dustin teased in a high-pitched voice.

“He’s dating Nancy!” you shouted back, your face red and hot.

Dustin went silent for a moment. “Seriously?”

You nodded, pursing your lips as you sat down on the couch. “Yep.”

Dustin stood there in thought before leaving the room, returning a few moments later with Mew in his arms. He handed you the cat. “Well now you can be the crazy cat lady you’re meant to be.”

You let out a chuckle, taking Mews in your arms and scratching under his chin. “Thanks, Dustin. I’ll treasure those words,” you teased.

***

You couldn’t help but notice the lack of Jonathan’s car when you pulled up to school the next morning. At first you had thought that maybe he had parked somewhere else, but that thought was quickly disproved when you hadn’t seen Jonathan or Nancy in the halls between classes.

When lunch came around, you decided to sit on the bleachers again. As you made your way over to the bleachers, you noticed that Steve was already there, his lunch bag in his lap.

“Hey,” you voiced, sitting down next to him. 

“Hey,” he replied, reaching into his bag. “Have you seen Nancy today? Or Jonathan?”

You shook your head. “Nope. I’m assuming you haven’t either?”

He shook his head in response, letting out a sigh as he pulled out a bag of chips. “I was hoping to talk to them today, to see if I could try and fix things.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shrugged, sitting in silence for a moment. “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded, tugging your jacket tighter around your body as a light breeze flowed through the air.

“Do you ever...” He let out a small sigh, trying to search for the words. “Do you ever get nightmares? About that thing?”

“Every night,” you whispered, staring at the dead grass beneath your feet. “That’s all I dream about anymore. That thing, that place... Losing the people I love because of it.” You took a deep breath and turned your head to look at him. “Do you?”

“Yeah. And I feel like I still hear it every night. Just past my house, in the woods.”

“I just wish I could talk to someone about it. A therapist, hell, my own fucking mother. But I can’t.”

He nodded. “I know. But maybe these things will just fade away with time,” he offered.

You shook your head. “Trauma doesn’t go away. It just goes untreated.”

***

As soon as the final bell of the day rang, you hurried out of class and into your car, immediately making your way to the Byers’ house.

You parked your car in the makeshift driveway before getting out and hurrying to the door, knocking twice.

The door swung open, revealing a slightly flustered Joyce. “Hi Y/N,” she greeted hesitantly.

“Hey Joyce, I was just wondering if you knew where Jonathan was?” you asked her.

She furrowed her brows in confusion. “He isn’t at school?”

You shook your head. “So I’m guessing you don’t know where he is, either?”

She shook her head. “No, sorry.”

You nodded. “That’s okay. How’s Will doing? Is he inside?”

She pursed her lips slightly. “He’s feeling pretty sick, so I don’t know if it would be a good time for you to come inside.”

“Are you sure?”

She hesitated for a moment. “Have you been seeing some sort of new monster lately? In your dreams, in hallucinations, anything?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “No, I don’t think so.”  A small panic began to nag in your stomach. “Has Will?”

She pursed her lips before fully opening the door, silently asking you to come inside. 

As soon as you stepped closer, you saw that there were papers spread all around the house, creating an odd pattern all along the floors and the walls. “What is this?”

“I-I don’t know. Will just started scribbling on papers and Hopper and I realized that they all connected together. I don’t know what it makes.”

You nodded, stepping inside and closing the door behind you. A heavy chill settled deep within your bones, and you shivered. “Why is it so cold in here?”

“Will, he said that he wants it to be cold.”

Your nerves and the cold temperatures made your whole body began to shake, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a pounding at the door. “Hello? Will? Mrs. Byers?” a voice shouted from the other side.

Mike’s voice.

Joyce pulled the door open slightly, hiding the mess of papers from Mike’s view.  “Hey, Mike,” Joyce sighed.

“Is Will here?” Mike urged.

“You know what? Now is not a really good time.” She glanced back at you before stepping outside and closing the door behind her.

You stepped closer to the door, pressing your ear against the wood to listen to the conversation. “Is he okay?” Mike pressed on, his voice muffled through the wood.

“Yeah. You know, he’s... He’s just not feeling real well,” Joyce explained. “He’s laying down, so I’ll tell him you stopped by. Okay?”

There was a beat of silence

“It’s about the shadow monster, isn’t it?” Mike countered.

Joyce was silent for a moment. “How do you know about it?”

“Will told me about it Halloween night. He’s been seeing it.”

Another silence filled the air, and you stepped away from the door when you heard them both coming towards it.

The two of them stepped inside the house, and Joyce shut the door. Afterwards, she turned to you two. “Okay, I need you both to tell me everything you know,” she demanded.

[troop-scoop]

Mistakes & Regrets XIII

Summary: When a trip to your Dad’s hometown of Hawkins goes wrong, you end up in the year 1983, and have to learn how to cope with being stuck in the past.

Pairing: Steve Harrington / Future!Reader (like, a really slow burn)

Warnings: Swearing, Steve implying that something happened to reader that didn’t, heavily implied homophobia, joke about diabetes (I’m at a very high risk to develop type one at some point, making jokes about is how I relieve the stress 🙃  )

• • •

December 31st 1983

The ceiling was spinning, and the crack in the door allowed a tiny sliver of light into the room that came over your body allowing for anyone who passed by the room to know you were in there. 

Drinking as much as you did was a terrible idea, and you knew that. But right now, you were supposed to be celebrating the turn of a new decade, making jokes about how the roaring twenties were back. But instead, you were drinking away the anger and malice you held against yourself in a different century. 

The heating in the stranger’s home made it unbearable to wear the corduroy jeans that seemed to be too popular in the women’s sections of stores, even if they were ugly. But they were comfy. 

You’d kicked off the jeans awhile ago, you didn’t know how long ago, and enjoyed the air that the fan was circulating through the room, feeling the uncomfortable heat inside your body beginning to leave with every gust of air that brushed over your legs. 

Closing your eyes you opted to try and get some sleep, hoping that when you woke up the ceiling would stop spinning. But you supposed that was a false dream, knowing that you’d probably wake up with a raging headache and sensitive to even the smallest sounds. 

A few of the girls who had tried to get you to stop drinking had put you in this room. That included the party thrower, Alison, and her boyfriend who got you into the guest bedroom with some difficulty and you almost falling out of their arms multiple times. You didn’t know how long ago that was either. 

Down the hall you could hear arguing, and heavy footsteps making their way down the hall. Bringing an arm over your face in an attempt to block out the light as the door was opened wider by someone. 

“Y/n, c’mon.” 

Uncovering your face you looked up and saw Steve grabbing your shoes. You didn’t have the mindset to do anything but stare at him with narrowed and annoyed eyes.

But his eyes were very observant right now. Because the moment he grabbed your shoes he saw your jeans laying by the foot of the bed. And he looked at you, seeing your bare legs. 

It was almost midnight, and Steve wasn’t doing much when he got the call from Alison, telling him you needed a ride home. 

Dropping your shoes he went to the side of the bed you were laying on and grabbed your face. “Y/n, what happened?”

“Hm?” It took you a moment to realize what he meant but when you did, you could physically feel yourself sober up an ounce or two. “Nothing happened, it was hot.” 

You watched him release a breath of relief, one that seemed like it was being held in worry. He let go of your head and helped you sit up. “I’m gonna get you home, okay?” You nodded a bit as he handed you your jeans.

Steve went to the door of the bedroom, closing the door and turning the light on. “No!” You complained covering your eyes from the bright light. 

“I can’t see in here, and I have a feeling you don’t want whoever walks by to see you in your underwear.” 

You squirted as you pulled your hands away and looked at Steve. “Who says I want you to see?” 

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, a silent way of saying ‘seriously?’ “You’re wobbling.”

“So?”

“You’re still sitting on the bed.”

“My dad always did say my head was too big for my body.” You got a small smile out of Steve as you slipped your legs into the jeans. He came back over to your side, taking your hand and helping you stand. 

You were leaning most of your weight into him, your shoulder against his chest while you pulled your jeans over your hips and buttoned them up. Steve sat you back down while he grabbed your shoes and came back over. 

“You’re my best friend,” You told him. “Ever!” You added with a childish grin as he kneeled down, slipping your shoes back onto your feet. 

“Well, If we’re best friends ‘ever’ then if I ever get this drunk you better do the same damn thing for me.” He told you, tying the laces on your shoes. 

“I’m your best friend too?” You flicked a strand of his hair that was out of place. 

He nodded a bit, “Don’t forget the ‘ever’ part.” He joked, finishing up on tying your shoes and helping you back up and wrapping an arm around your waist so you could lean into him for balance. 

February 15th 1984

“If my apartment ever gets raided and they find that, I’ll be the one to get arrested.” 

“Nonsense,”

“Steve,”

“Y/n?” 

The two of you stared at each other for a moment while the five of you stood in the center of the mostly empty living room, with boxes of furniture still sitting around the large room from the furniture store a few small towns over. The only reason why Jonathan and Will were over was because you needed to put it together. Well, Jonathan was there to help, Will was just there because Joyce was at work. 

Huffing a bit, you took the bat from him and pointed a finger at him. “If I ever stub my toe on this thing in the middle of the night and lose it, I’ll burn your curtains.”

Steve looked at you with real offense as you walked over to the closet in the living room, where most of your cleaning supplies were kept, and placed the bat in the corner, hoping that the nails didn’t scratch the wooden floors. 

“I like my curtains,” He mumbled a bit while Nancy rubbed his shoulder blade in a way to keep him from shooting a response back at you. 

Everyone thought that whenever the two of you threw insults back and forth at each other it was because you hated each other. But that was far from the truth. You argued like friends did, and teased each other like friends. It was all in good fun. 

“Your room looks like it hasn’t been redecorated since you were ten, and your mom did it.” 

Will laughed a bit while he sat in the swivel chair.

“She won’t let me redecorate.” he admitted. “But, speaking about decorating, are you just gonna use boxes of furniture as furniture?” 

You tilted your head a bit and shrugged. “Maybe, but if you guys wanna help me build my furniture I’d really appreciate it. Jonathan and I only share two braincells and they fight all the time.”

March 20th 1984

Holding the grey bandana you took one last look at the poster on the coffee table. In the photo your hair had been pushed behind your ear, and the sweater had been itchy, you remembered that.

Sighing a bit you looked over at El and saw her flipping through the channels. “Hey-” You started, only to be cut off by her holding up her finger. “Rude,” 

In the time since you learned about Eleven being alive, you learned plenty of things that you shouldn’t have. Things that could get you killed. Things you didn’t even tell Eleven. 

For example, according to Owens, your body’s near immunity to normal drugs like tylenol and benadryl growing up was because Will built up a tolerance to the atmosphere in the Upside Down, and you received his tolerance when you were born. And you being in the alternate dimension only built onto it. 

Even Owens was shocked when he heard that you didn’t have immunity to alcohol or caffeine. 

Eleven stopped on an empty channel, with white noise filling the room. As she gestured to the bandana without a word. Bringing up the grey material you covered your eyes with it, tying it behind your head and closing your eyes, even though the material made everything dark. 

“Think.” She told you. 

“Yeah, I think I got that, Sherlock.”

You sat for a moment, legs crossed and holding a wooden pencil in both hands until you opened your eyes to be met with echoing darkness, your feet felt cold, and looking down you saw the wet ground. It felt like you were walking through a puddle on freshly dried cement. 

Turning around you heard the sound of a car door opening and slamming shut. You were met with an older looking car as you approached. Seeing the back of a young man who was leaning against the roof of the car. 

“Tom, it’s gonna be okay,” A familiar voice said. Looking to your left you saw Dad walking over to your pa, a sad look on his face. He looked close to tears himself, and you could see Thomas huff a bit and scoff. 

“They hate me, Will.” It wasn’t hard to figure out who he was talking about, considering that you only had one grandparent who was present your entire life. 

Looking at your dad you saw his shoulders drop a bit as he nodded. He couldn’t possibly be much older than 20 you observed as he grabbed the roof of the car. “I’m sorry. . . you can. . . go back. I’ll leave, you don’t-”

“Will, don’t do that.” 

You knew the story well enough from what your aunt and uncle had told you about your pa’s parents being absent from your life and his. 

“Do what?” Will asked, tears welling up in his eyes, while his bottom lip trembled. The last time you saw that happen was when your uncle Dustin got into a car accident and he was laid up in the hospital for a week. 

You watched as Tom grabbed Will’s hand. “If my parents can’t accept me for who I love, that’s on them, don’t put that on yourself.” 

“It is my fault, I mean in their eyes you were perfect before, you had a girlfriend, and you were going to NYU with your sister, I ruined that. I showed up and to them you’re all of a sudden gay!”

“Will,” Thomas tried to interrupt.

“In their eyes, I probably turned you gay,”

“That’s not how that works.” 

“They don’t know that!”

Thomas sighed a bit, giving Will the look you knew all too well whenever he had gotten slightly annoyed with your constant talking in awkward situations. 

“Will, I’m Bi, my parents knew that when I told them in ninth grade. I wasn’t ‘all of a sudden’ gay. They just didn’t want me to be with a guy. They kept saying I’d find a nice girl and settle down.”

Will looked down at what you assumed was the side of the road or concrete, but for you was an inch of water.

“I knew what I was getting into when I asked you out. I knew what my parents would say, but it’s still hard, because I always wanted them to accept me. But if they don’t, just because I love someone of the same sex, I don’t care. If they don’t want to be a part of every Christmas and thanksgiving we have together, and if they don’t want to meet our future kids, that’s on them.” 

You felt a smile creep onto your face as you crossed your arms and continued to watch the interaction. Seeing Will’s eyes widen a bit, and his mouth fall open a bit. 

“You want kids? With me?” 

Thomas muttered a swear under his breath, leaning against the car again, covering his face. “If you don’t want-”

“I do. . . I do want kids.” Will told him, grabbing his shoulders, a grin on his face. “I want kids, and I want them with you. I mean, I don’t know how we’ll have them exactly, but I do, with you.” 

Pulling the bandana off your face you smiled a bit, wiping the drop of blood away from your nose and looking at Eleven with a smile, leaning into the back of the couch. It was odd to think that your parents agreed to have kids after Pa’s parents disowned him, and right outside the old beat up Volkswagen that Pa drove up until you were five and loved to pieces. 

“What was it?” She asked quietly, turning the tv off. 

“My parents.” You told her with a smile. You could add that fact that apparently Will was still awkward in his early adulthood.

August 27th 1984

“Make sure he doesn’t get sent to the office,” Nancy insisted while she handed Steve his schedule that had been pinned to the bulletin board on wheels outside with the other Senior’s schedules. You already had yours in hand, and looked up at Nancy. 

“Why me, exactly? I have better things to do than babysit your eighteen year old boyfriend.” 

Before Nancy could answer, Steve laughed and showed you his schedule. “What the fuck, Steven?” You asked maybe a bit too loud after you skimmed the schedule as he continued laughing. 

“Miss L/n, watch your language.” Mr. Haul scolded as he passed by with a freshman who looked familiar. 

“Sorry,” You responded with lack of remorse. 

The freshman gave you a small smile as he followed the vice principal who also happened to teach third year english. “Thanks again for the water balloons,” 

It clicked and you gave a small nod and an awkward smile, watching as another boy caught up with him.

You turned back to Steve and hit his ribs, which sent him laughing again while you snatched his schedule. “Homeroom, that’s fine, but Mrs. Click too? Did you fail her Sophomore history class?” you demanded, looking at him. 

Nancy stood awkwardly in front of you two while Steve took the paper back from you hands, even if he had to snatch it back. “I didn’t take it,” He said with a genuine proud smile on his face. 

You blinked at him with a blank expression for a moment and hit his arm. “How did you not take it? Are you telling me you took Junior history before Sophomore?”

“Okay, just to explain it to you,” He started in a playful condescending tone. “I opted to take the college level government class, the administration didn’t realize it until I was already halfway through the year.”

“I think you mean college prep, and was it because of your birthday?” You asked, as he was a year older than the rest of his class due to the fact that his parents put him in school a later than they should have. One of the many things they did wrong with him. At least that you learned about in your time of being his friend.

“Exactly.” He said with a smile. “They said that they’d just put me in it the year after. But I chose to take a gap year of social studies.”

“God, you’re an idiot.”

Leaning against the pole you held your binder and watched as Steve examined the rest of his schedule. “Well, I have the same study hall class as Nance, so that’s a good thing. Right, Nance?” Looking up at Nancy you saw her smile and give a nod, and although it had Steve convinced, you were a bit skeptical. 

You gave her a smile and saw as her own became genuine as she returned it. Turning your head to look at the parking lot you saw the Ford Galaxie come into the parking lot. “I’ll be right back,” You told Nancy and Steve, walking over to the car. 

You saw Jonathan and Will getting out of the car. “Hey, Johnny Boy.” You teased with a smile. He glared at you for a moment, not fully out of the car yet, but sitting in the seat with his legs out. 

You went to say something before a loud click and flash went off. You froze up and blinked in surprise, before looking down and seeing Will holding a polaroid and smiling up at you, while you stared back with an unreadable expression. You saw his smile fade a bit. 

Jonathan had been telling the truth when he said that this younger Will you’d gotten to know in the past year wanted to be your friend. You saw the awkward attempts at trying to spark a friendship, and most of the time they fell flat. But not because of him. That was entirely on you, since you’d grown up looking in scrapbooks and yearbooks with this young Will’s face in it. 

You smiled a bit at him, and his came back as the photo printed out. He held it out to you and you grabbed it. 

It was bigger than most instant print photos you’d ever held, and already you could see the blue hues in the photo beginning to kick in your outline beginning to come into the center of the glossy part. 

“Who let you have a camera?” You asked with a grin, shaking the photo out of habit as Jonathan got out of the car, closing the door. 

“Our mom let it slip that your parents used to take photos of you at the beginning of every school year.” Jonathan informed. “Bob gave it to us. I said he could take the photo,”

You looked to Jonathan and smiled a bit. It was always your dad who took the photos, Pa was usually the one to get them printed out, or the one to put them in a photo album.

“Tell him thank you, for me then.” You told them as Will handed you the camera as well. 

“He said you could have it.” Will shrugged. 

Nodding you took your bag off and slipped your bag off, kneeling down with it, placing the camera in the bag and looking down at the photo in your hands. Still not fully developed, but almost done. With your mouth open to speak and hair neatly done. Some things never changed. And that included the way your hair was done on your first day of school every year. 

Every year, Pa and Dad worked together to try and get your hair to look nice. It was a simple thing, but it was a yearly occurrence, and truth be told, Pa was better at it. 

Reaching even deeper into your bag you pulled out an extra pack of gum and handed it to Will. “Don’t tell your mother. She’ll kill me.” You told him. 

October 25th 1984 

Class was always boring, but even more so when there was a sub reading from the textbook. So the moment you’d walked into Mrs. Click’s class you pulled out the patch Joyce gave you as well as the needle and thread you’d carried with you that day. 

“Where’s King Steve?” the familiar feminine voice asked as you approached your seat with the patch in hand. Chuckling a bit, you sat on the cheap wooden desk and shook your head. “Walking Little Miss Nance to her Home Economics class.” You told her. 

“Oh, the priss?”

Your shoulders dropped as you looked at her, “Be nice, Robin. Just because you like,” You mouthed the name ‘Tammy’ refusing to say it out loud for her own privacy. “And they’re obsessed with him, doesn’t mean you get to be mean.” 

“That was mean?” She asked, while you lowered yourself into your seat, feet up on the desk, even if the space was a bit tight to do that. 

“Yes, Rob, it was mean.” You laughed, stitching the ‘N’ into the patch. “Not to me, at least, but ya know, don’t encourage others.” You told her as she stood from her seat, holding her bag. 

“Got it, I’m gonna go sit with Nick.” She told you. 

“You’re trying to get on your section leader’s good side!” You accused as she walked to the other side of the class. “Sh!” She told you as she plopped down next to the section leader of the band.

You met Robin in art class and the two of you hit it off pretty quickly, hanging out after school sometimes. She was responsible for the posters you had up in the living room of your apartment, which were impulse buys that Robin encouraged. 

But you still remembered ‘What about this Kenny Rogers one?’ It had been a joke of course. ‘If you ever bring Kenny Rogers into my home, my parents would kill me, then you.’ 

Predictably, Steve came in late, holding his breakfast before he’d found his spot next to you, allowing the teacher to keep reading from the textbook. No scolding from the middle aged man while you stitched the letters in as best as you could. You weren’t good with stitching unless it was to fix a button or a popped seam. Something that your Cousin Barb taught you, because and you quote ‘the school system won’t teach this shit, and Uncle Will doesn’t know what the hell a needle is.’

But you would say that the letters were coming out better than you expected, but then again, Joyce traced the letters out for you. 

You still weren’t particularly close with Will, but you were willing to help with the costume, since they wouldn’t let you buy Will a store bought one. You’d seen Mike’s when you went over to Nancy’s, and knew that Will’s wouldn’t completely match his friend’s, but figured that it might have meant more to him, since his mom put it together for him. 

The door opened and you looked up, seeing the vice principal ask for the sub to come outside. And watching as the man closed the textbook and followed him out, students began chatting away, while you stayed quiet and continued with your work. 

Steve turned to you and tapped your knee, catching your attention, making you look at him, seeing the crumbs of his breakfast all over the floor and on his desk, a little on his sleeve as well. “What happened last night?” 

Scoffing you shook your head, wiping the crumbs off of his sleeve, going back to your sewing. 

“Oh come on, Hopper dropped you off at the video store, you have your own car.” He pointed out. The mention of your old but very well loved and pre owned car made you roll your eyes. 

“Leave Delorean out of this.” You told him with a small smile, multitasking by talking to him, but not wanting to get distracted and sew the wrong spot. It wasn’t like typing on a computer or phone where you could look away and still type, and fix any typos you may have made. 

“It’s not even a Delorean! It’s a Volkswagen Thing. That’s what it’s called!” Steve told you while you placed down the patch and looked back at him. You could tell him why, but decided against it. Knowing that you didn’t want to spoil the movie that still wasn’t out yet, and not wanting to explain the irony to him.  “Leave her out of it,” You stated, He dropped the subject all together, digging into his bag and pulling out red licorice, holding one out to you. 

Something about Steve Harrington not many people knew? He had the biggest sweet tooth out of anyone you’d ever met. He always had some kind of candy on him, but never over did himself. 

Looking at his bag you tried to spot the packaging he pulled it out of, but when you couldn’t see it, you leaned over the bar that connected the hair and desk you sat in, pulling the front of his bag down a bit to see the packaging. “Ew, no.” you told him.

“You love candy?” 

“Not Twizzlers.” You told him with a smile. “Everyone knows that Red Vines are better.” You told him. At that, he sighed and reached into his bag again, and you could hear glass as he pulled out a glass bottle of coke and put it on your desk. You just stared at the class for a moment before grabbing it. “Do you just carry around type two diabetes in your bag at all times?”

“Yes.” Steve told you nonchalantly. “What are you doing? He asked, changing the subject. 

“Oh,” You looked back to the patch and picked it up, showing him, “I’m helping Mrs. Byers with Will’s costume. He’s going as a ghostbuster.” 

“He chose Spengler?”

You chuckled and nodded. “He and his friends all agreed. It’s a group thing that they’re doing.” 

“You’re really close with the Byers.” He observed. 

Steve was right, in the past year, you’d grown very close with Joyce and Jonathan, and you liked Bob, he was sweet, and good to Joyce. 

“Yeah, good family.” You told him awkwardly.

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Tattoo artist/ florist au part (1) 2

Sumarry: As it turns out, both Jaskier and Geralt have some very perceptive women in their lives. Jaskier vents about his crush to Ciri while Yennefer tries to pry something out of Geralt about his.

As it turns out Ciri was extremely perceptive and knew something was up the minute she walked back into the shop. Jaskier was standing in the middle of the floor leaning on his brush with that lovestruck look on his face that she’d seen a million times before.

“Who do you have a crush on now?” She demanded, rolling her eyes as the brush slipped from its position and he almost fell.

“What? Me? A crush? Pffft, don’t be ridiculous Ciri, I’m too old for crushes.” He babbled in his defence. Damn her, smart little shit. He needed to get off this topic before she could weasel the truth out of him. She had a knack for reading him like a book, just like her mother. “Anyway, where’s my coffee, I’m thirsty.”

“Yeah you are thirsty.” Ciri snorted at the affronted sound her uncle made as he snatched the iced coffee form her and took a gulp. “It’s the hot tattoo guy from next door, isn’t it?” She asked, innocently sipping on her frappuccino.

Jaskier promptly spat his coffee all over himself, all over the floor, and almost all over Ciri, if she hadn’t tactically stepped back before she said anything. “What? Hot...Tattoo…Don’t be…CIRILLA CINTRA!” He spluttered. He knew by the smirk on her face that he wasn’t fooling her for a second. “How do you even know about him? I only just met him! And what do you mean hot? He’s waaaay too old for you!” He fussed about trying to find something to clean himself with as Ciri just laughed at him. Little brat.

Ciri was in stitches. Jaskier was so easy to wind up. “I saw him walk out of the shop, like, two seconds ago, genius. And I’ve seen him around, he does work next door you know.” She sassed him. Of course she’d seen him, the guy wasn’t exactly hard to miss. “And as for him being hot, I’m seventeen not fucking blind. And I meant that you thought he was hot, judging by that dumb, lovestruck look on your face.”

“I did not have a dumb, lovestruck look on my face.” Jaskier huffed, crossing his arms like a child. He almost felt betrayed that Ciri hadn’t told him about the new neighbours if she supposedly knew so much about them. Especially when their new neighbour was so hot… Fuck! He could see Ciri giving him a sceptical look. He stuck his tongue out at her. “I didn’t. I was just… thinking.”

Ciri snorted, “Yeah, thinking about how hot he is. You’re not fooling anyone, uncle Jaskier, least of all me.” She rolled her eyes once more for good measure and went to find a mop to clean up the spilled coffee. When she came back Jaskier was dabbing at himself with a tissue absently, with that dreamy look in his eye again. She gave an extremely put-on long-suffering sigh. “Okay, tell me about him.” She demanded.

His eyes snapped up in surprise. “What?” he squawked. “What do you mean tell you about him?”

If Ciri rolled her eyes any harder she’d flip the world upside down. “I mean you need to vent and I’m volunteering to listen to your lovesick ramblings.” She finished cleaning up the coffee and hopped up on the counter. She shuffled to get comfy. “Okay, now go.”

His mouth flapped open and closed like a fish before he gave in. This is what they did. If either of them found a new interest or had a bad day or, in this case, had a crush, one would listen while the other vented. He trusted that although she may ridicule him, she would take his secrets to the grave. And he hers. His thoughts drifted back to Geralt. He hardly knew the man but he was intrigued. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know the person behind the frankly gorgeous exterior. “Where to begin?” He sighed.

“Maybe with his name?” Ciri suggested cheekily, earning a pointed look form her uncle which she returned with a more mocking air to it.

“Geralt Rivia.” The first time the name passed his lips it was like opening the flood gates for a multitude of romantic fantasies. It was like he was an enamoured tween, scribbling Geralt’s name with his in a secret note book over and over with pink sparkly gel pen that smelled like strawberries surrounding it with love hearts and flowers. He didn’t even realise how caught up in his thoughts he’d become until Ciri cleared her throat.

Oh gods, her uncle had it bad. He’d only met the guy once but he couldn’t even say his name without drifting off to Lalaland. She tried hard not to scoff at him, she was the one who you would expect to sigh dreamily over boys, not him. “So, he has a name. Cool. And?” She made a sort of ‘get on with it’ type gesture.

Jaskier made an affronted noise. “And? And! Have you seen him Ciri? He’s magnificent. He looks like some kind of lesser known deity, and I would happily bow down and worship him.” Now he was getting started, he couldn’t stop the stream of Geralt’s praise that flowed form his lips. “Don’t get me started about his hair! I bet when its down its soft and flowy and frames his face perfectly. I could sit and play with it for hours. I know he’s not my usual type but come on! He’s got a kind of rugged charm about him, with his tattoos and his muscles and his jawline, ugh I could cut myself just looking at that jawline. And he’s, how the kids say, thicc.”

“Uncle Jaskier!” Ciri exclaimed through her giggles. Old people trying to be cool were hilarious. “I knew I’d regret teaching you modern slang.”

“Hey, I’m cool! I can be down with the kids.” Jaskier grinned at her. “With your meemees and your snappy chats.”

“They’re called memes Jaskier! And you know that!” Ciri countered, still laughing. After they’d both recomposed themselves after their fit of giggles Ciri leaned back on her hands and grinned at her uncle. “Are you done with your ode to Geralt yet or do you have more to add?”

“I’m sure there’s more I can say. Where was I? Ah, him being thicc.” This caused another round of giggles between them. “Seriously though Ciri, he has no business being that handsome.”

Ciri rolled her eyes again, seriously that girl is going to get eye strain, like damn! “Okay, he’s handsome, I get it.” There was only so much she could listen to. “So why was he even here?”

“Alas my knight in ripped jeans didn’t come to sweep me off my feet, if that’s what you mean. He came for inspiration for a tattoo.” Jaskier sighed, wishing he had been the reason for Geralt’s visit. However, this made him remember something that gave him back some of his enthusiasm. “But he’s coming back my dear Ciri! Perhaps it was fate that we had no sunflowers left because he’s coming back on Monday when we restock!”

“Oh joy!” Ciri imitated sarcastically, over-exaggerating the way she bounced in excitement as he had. “Maybe this time you can profess your undying love and ride off into the sunset.” She teased.

Jaskier pouted dramatically and crossed his arms. “Ha-ha Ciri, you’re so funny. I’ll have you know I already have a plan.”

“Really, let me guess.” she scoffed, “You’re going to take him on a moon-lit picnic and braid flowers into his hair. You’ll serenade him as you walk down the beach before dropping to one knee and professing your undying love for him and begging him to elope with you. You’ll be happy in a hidden cottage in the woods while you grow your own vegetables and talk to the forest animals. And even though its hard work and the nights are cold, you won’t care because you’ll have him to keep you safe and warm.” She paused her mocking rant to glance at Jaskier’s reaction. He had his hands on his hips and a was gaping at her. She laughed. “Too much?”

He rolled his eyes. “No, those were all lovely ideas for me to file away for later.” He snarked back at her. “My plan is to be myself and get to know him.”

Ciri’s gaze softened. “Okay, that sounds like a good start.” She smiled. “Just…if find that you really like him… don’t let your pining get out of hand, okay?”

Jaskier’s heart clenched. “Okay. No being a pining mess this time.” He was glad she was trying to look after him. He had been reckless with his heart in the past, too fast to fall in love and too fast to have his love thrown back in his face.

“Sooo...” Ciri broke the moment of silence between them. “Shall we close the shop and get home for Saturday night movie night?”

~~~

Geralt couldn’t help it as the corners of his mouth twitched upward as he left the flower shop at the thought of the chipper man he left behind. He took a short stroll around the block, familiarising himself with his surroundings. Although, throughout his walk his mind kept wandering to Jaskier. It was strange. Geralt was a large man, tall and muscular, covered in tattoos and piercings, wrapped in black leather. Now that was enough for some people to stay well clear of him, those with more… conservative, values. And with a glare that could kill at close range and a general ‘don’t fuck with me’ aura Geralt found he intimidated most people he met. But...this adorable man had grinned and joked like he hadn’t been the slightest bit fazed by any of it. He found it baffling, and a little attractive to be honest.

Before long he ended up back at his shop to find Yennefer waiting for him. She was perched on one of the sofas in the waiting area, flicking through her phone, probably updating the shop’s Instagram with new photos of his work. She barely more than looked up at him.

“Enjoy your little walk dear?” she asked nonchalantly, still scrolling through her phone. She only received a grunt in response but Yennefer had known Geralt long enough to understand his language of grunts and hmm’s. She lowered her phone as he sat down beside him. “Did you find any pretty flowers?” she said knowingly.

Geralt’s eyes snapped to meet hers as he schooled his face to appear unconcerned. How did she know? Could she really read him that well? “I don’t know what you mean Yen.” He stated gruffly, pulling his phone out of his pocket so the look in his eyes didn’t give him away even further.

Yennefer huffed out a laugh. “Don’t play dumb with me Geralt. I wondered how long it would take you to notice the boy next door.” She was met with only the sound of Geralt’s fingers tapping at his phone. “He’s cute, I suppose. In a delicate, flower-y kind of way.” She continued, “Not your usual type though.”

Geralt realised then he wasn’t going to escape this conversation. Yen could be annoyingly persistent and it was easier to give in now than waste energy trying to avoid the inevitable. “What would you know about my taste in men Yen? I haven’t had a boyfriend since …before us.” The truth was Jaskier was exactly his type; lithe body and a pretty face, with a charming grin and soft eyes that held just a glint of mischief.

“That’s an exaggeration and you know it, what about… you know… what’s his name? In the band?” Yennefer offered. She knew he was right… in a way. While Yennefer knew his taste in women very well, herself having been one of the women who he’d been drawn to once upon a time however, in the time she’d know him, he had had much more luck with women than men. But that wasn’t to say there’d been no men in his life.

“Doesn’t count. Sleeping with him hardly makes him my boyfriend. He was a narcissistic prick anyway.” Geralt grumbled. That man was definitely not his type, he couldn’t even remember his name, nor did he care to.

“Oh, so now you’re a romantic?” She scoffed. “But you must have found him at least somewhat attractive to sleep with him, right?” She raised an eyebrow. She knew Geralt. He didn’t go around sleeping with people for the sake of it.

“Objectively.” He grunted in response, folding his arms across his chest.

“Objectively, of course.” She parroted back at him. “So, do you find Julian attractive, more than just objectively?” She wore at cat-like grin as she watched Geralt’s reaction intently.

“Have you been stalking me?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes widened. “Have you been stalking him? Yen you can’t just do that, that’s really creepy.”

Yennefer rolled her eyes. “I haven’t been stalking either of you, you dolt!” she smacked him upside the head. “I found his name on the website for the flower shop, which I glanced at out of curiosity. And I knew you’d like him the minute I saw him but I didn’t say anything because if you thought I was trying to set you up you’d decide what he was like in your head before you met him.” She put her hands on her hips and gave him a look that dared him to deny it.

He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. Damn her for being right. “Whatever.” He grunted, not meeting her gaze. He knew she would only encourage him to pursue this. He wanted to, but he was afraid. Afraid of having his heart broken again. Of Jaskier becoming just another her. It would be better to nip this in the bud.

“That’s not an answer Geralt.” She pressed, her stare never wavering.

“Ugh!” He groaned, pulling his hair down from its bun so he could rake his hands through it. “Fine. He’s …alright, I guess. Whatever.” He told himself he was only saying it to satisfy her, to get her to drop it. He was lying to himself. Jaskier was gorgeous, but Yen didn’t need to know that or she’d never let him let it go like he should.

Yennefer grinned triumphantly. She knew Geralt better than anyone, he was smitten, she could tell. “See, that wasn’t so hard.” She teased. “Now you’ve actually admitted it, why don’t you do something about it?”

“Yennefer.” He growled in warning. “You know why.” She of all people should know exactly why he was guarding his heart so fiercely. She had been there as he tried to gather up the shattered pieces of his heart and stick them back together. But after something breaks once, it will never be as strong again. There will always be a weak spot, somewhere, no matter how small or hidden it is. Geralt’s heart was no exception. She had been his everything, once. He’d given her everything he had to give but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. He’d given her his heart and she’d chewed it up and spat it back out at his feet. After months of wallowing in self-pity, he’d finally managed to heal some. Geralt was terrified that he’d have to start the process all over again.

Yennefer’s expression softened as she stepped forward to rest hand on his shoulder. “Geralt. Look at me.” She coaxed his chin up to look him in the eye. “She is gone. That toxic bitch is not in your life anymore. But if you let what she did define who you are now, if you let her stop you living your own life, then you’ll never truly be free from her. And she wins. You need to forget her. I know you’ve been trying; I know it’s hard and you’re not the best at emotions. But if you like him, don’t let anyone hold you back, especially not her.” She felt him tug her into his arms and she went willingly, stroking his hair as he embraced her.

“I’m meeting him again on Monday.” He murmured into her hair. He let out one last deep sigh before releasing her and stepping back. “They’re getting more sunflowers in; they were sold out today. For that floral piece I’m designing.” He was still trying to convince himself that was the only reason.

Yennefer smiled. “Whatever excuse you have to tell yourself dear.” She teased, moving to grab her stuff.

“It’s the truth Yen. Jaskier suggested it not me.” Damn her for being able to see through his bullshit.

Her grin widened. “Jaskier? My, my Geralt, how forward, nicknames and a pre-work rendezvous, I expect you’ll be late on Monday then?” She cackled when he threw a magazine at her off the table. “You can tell me all about it after. See you Monday.” She called, walking out the door before he could protest.

Geralt stood a moment longer before locking the door behind her. He put the shutter down and headed upstairs to his apartment to be alone with his thoughts, which kept returning to an image of sparkling blue eyes and a charming smile. Fuck.

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