#this is why I didn't set out to do newborn photos

[libraford]

You tell someone to look at the photos with fresh eyes in the morning and they text you at 1am saying they need a reshoot.

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the worst groomsman ever - john 'soap' mactavish

johnny wanted you. but not in the way that your husband wanted you. johnny had been such a good man to your husband, he basically was the groom given how much he helped you out!

so, he deserved a little 'thank you' for all the help. while you tried offering him money, he wanted something different. and that left you, on your wedding day, under john mactavish.

it was three hours before the wedding was supposed to start and johnny finally got his wish of being able to batter that sweet pussy with his impressive cock. he was very proud of the fact that he was a little over eight inches, and that every last inch could fit in your cute little cunt.

if he didn't have you in a headlock in that moment as his tip kissed your womb, he would've used up all the storage on his phone taking photos and videos of you taking him so well.

"aye, you like when my cock touched yer little womb." he growled in your ear. you were fighting back tears as he pummeled your pussy, bruising you, "gotta put a bit of me in ya before ya marry yer man."

he continued to fucking ruin you on the bed, your dress hung so neatly by the large mirror. it was your wedding day and you were getting your pussy ruined inside out by a man you weren't going to marry.

"such a pretty gal." he purred, "might not marry ya, but i'll keep that tummy nice and pudgy." he licked the tear off your cheek and you almost came in that moment.

johnny was a sick fuck.

when he finished, you heard a knock on the bride suite. it was johnny's cue to disappear before people started to wonder where he was. he gave that bare pussy a pat before he was doing up his tie.

the wedding went off without any problems. you kissed your husband on the lips as johnny's pearly cum made roost in your womb.

however, it was difficult to explain nine months after your wedding why your newborn son had dazzling blue eyes despite your husband having a soft brown. and why johnny had been so eager to help you set up the nursery. <3

(i want to apologize to the sanctity of marriage)

[aoioozora]

Valentine

Content: Elias Walker x Daughter! Reader, good ol' daddy-daughter fluff, all wholesome Word count: 2.7k Note: People with daddy issues are gonna love this (I hope) lol. Enjoy!

Elias thought that having two boys was enough children but when Mama Walker wanted to have one more, he thought "well, why not make my wife happy?" and so they tried again.

Nine months later in the delivery room, the nurse announced gleefully that Mama Walker had given birth to a girl.

A girl!

Elias was pleasantly surprised. He thought he'd have another boy, but a girl... His mind was buzzing when the nurse brought the swaddled baby to him. He took the child in his arms, carefully holding her just like he did his two little boys who came before her. But holding her was different. It was a girl. A sweet little angel. He stared at the newborn with awe. A girl. He'd never considered what having a girl would be like. He was a guy's guy, rough and tough officer in the military. But now, he was face to face with a little girl; her tiny little face and her even tinier hands and feet, and her wail signifying life. His heart melted.

Mama Walker, in the hospital bed, wished she would have taken a photo of the sight.

He'd keep looking at his little baby girl every day from her first sight to her first steps to her first words. He doted on her like a mother hen, beaming at Mama Walker and their two sons at every milestone. Being a girl dad, he loved it more than he expected.

Watching you grow up was bittersweet. You'd cry about mean boys and girls in your class, and then worry about pimples and period stains and cramps, about your grades, about crushes that didn't like you back. It was a rollercoaster of emotions raising a little girl to become a young woman.

But the most painful thing for him to see was you sad or crying.

Valentine's day had come and both your elder brothers had left the house to go on dates with their girlfriends, leaving you at home lonely and sad. It was a huge blow to your esteem that no boy ever looked your way, and so you sat in your room, sulking and playing video games to distract yourself.

Elias had just walked out of your room after checking on you and he sighed heavily as he stepped downstairs, thinking of what he could do to cheer you up. He saw Mama Walker in the kitchen, taking care of some dishes. Pursing his lips, he called out,

"Honey, I'm going to the store for a bit. You want anything?"

Mama gave him a small list of things and he set out.

Not too long later, while you were now reading a romance novel in bed throwing yourself a pity-party, there was a knock on your door.

"Come in," you called out unenthusiastically.

"Open the door for me, will you?" came your dad's voice.

You lazily hauled yourself off your bed and opened the door. "What's up-"

Your words stopped in their tracks when you saw your dad right in front of you, suited up, his grey hair neatly combed, and holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He looked a little embarrassed, but determined.

"You wanna go on a date with me?" he asked, grinning widely.

Your jaw laxed as you stared at him. "What...?"

"It's Valentine's day," he replied, standing up straight and resisting the urge to cross his arms and shift his weight on one leg to hit the dad pose, "I want to take you out."

A smile broke your tired, sullen face. "Take me out?" you asked teasingly, poking his shoulder, "You're not talking about those training sessions where you take us out, are you?"

"No, no, not at all," he shook his head, chuckling. He was about to order you to get dressed but he cleared his throat and instead asked as he held the bouquet out to you, "So, what will it be? Do you want to go on a date with me?"

You accepted the flowers with an emphatic, "Yes!"

Elias headed downstairs to wait for you while you got dressed in your best outfit. He whispered to Mama that the plan had worked and she couldn't help but give her husband a big fat kiss for being the sweetest.

When you finally came downstairs, your mother gushed at how beautiful you looked. Elias stood up from the couch where he was seated, watching you descend; he was almost transported back to the 90s when he was dating your mother, for you looked so much like her.

"Dad?" you called, wondering why he looked so dazed.

He blinked, snapping back to reality. "Oh, sorry," he inhaled, smiling, "I was just thinking of how much you look like your mother," he explained, fondly looking at his wife, who smiled back at him. He turned back to you and stepped closer, held your face in his calloused hands and gave you a loving, fatherly kiss to your forehead, before putting his hands on your shoulders and exclaiming, "You look wonderful."

You could only smile and grin. Mama watched fondly, finding it funny how he roughhoused his sons but treated his daughter like she was gold. He had a soft spot for his boys, but an even softer spot for his girl. 

After taking a photo of both of you, Mama saw you and Elias at the door. "Have fun, both of you!" she called, smiling as she watched her husband escort their daughter to the car and open the door for her.

"See you soon, mom!" you waved. Your dad also waved at her and then drove off.

"So, where are you taking me?" you asked, grinning excitedly.

"Sit tight, darling. You'll see," he chuckled at your enthusiasm. "Consider this a date, but also consider this an example of what you should look for in a good man, do you understand?"

You nodded. He smiled at you and then turned to the road, sighing. "You're growing so fast..." he said in a tone that was bittersweet.

"Daaaad," you chide him playfully, "Come on, we're out here to have a good time, not a sad time."

He let out another chuckle. "Sorry, I just..." he looked at you again and pinched your cheek lightly, "You'll know when you're a parent yourself."

You rolled your eyes, smiling at how much he doted on you. Sitting back, you watched the lighted lamp posts fly past you and then glanced at your father, who was concentrating on the road. The brief silence was comfortable, and you felt so lucky to have a father like him. He had his shortcomings, but you knew he had your best interest in mind. And to see him go out of his way to take you out when he didn't have to just showed you how much he cared.

He soon pulled into a parking spot in front of a rather fancy looking restaurant. He stopped you from opening your door, and quickly got out of his seat to open it for you, just like a proper man should.

You smilingly got out and he held out his arm to you. You giggled as you slipped your hand into his arm. "You're going all out, aren't you?"

He nodded emphatically. "Of course. You must know how to identify a good man who will care for you," he began to lead the way to the restaurant, "And if he doesn't at least go out of his way to do little things like these, he's no good. Have some high standards."

You took mental note of his advice as he opened the door for you, gesturing you to enter first. It was wonderfully gratifying to you to experience this; you'd see him treat your mother the same way, and you longed for someone to do the same to you. Even if it was just your father for now, it made you beam as you entered.

Elias was relieved to see your change of mood. He led you to a table which he thought was the best ventilated, lighted, and had the best view of the outdoors, hoping it would make you happier. It did. You loved the window seats.

As both of you scoured through the menu, he said, "Get anything you like. Now, because I'm your dad, I'll buy you whatever you want from this menu, but remember, on an actual date with a guy who is paying for the meal, be considerate and never order the most expensive dish. Order something that would be reasonable." He paused, looking through the prices of the dishes, "Unless he's rich and insists on you getting something else." He gives you a playful wink.

You chuckled, nodding. After both of you had placed your orders, you sat back and asked, "Should the guy always pay for the meal on a date?"

He took a thoughtful sip from his glass of water. Letting out a sigh, he said, "Well, I was raised traditional, so I would say that the man should pay for the meal on a date, since he's the provider." He paused and crossed his arms pensively, "On my dates with your mother, I always paid, even if she insisted on paying sometimes. It didn't feel right to me, because I wanted to show her I could take care of her.” He then looked at you. “But times are changing. I hear that women want to pay for dates too. That should be something you decide with your future partner.”

Your meals soon came as the conversation continued over them. Your dad thoroughly enjoyed his medium-rare steak, veggies, and mashed potatoes, approvingly nodding and humming. When he saw you slowly getting through your meal, he asked, 

“Too much?”

You shook your head. 

“Another piece of advice,” he said, smiling widely, “choose a man who can finish your meal for you when you're full.”

You snorted. “Is that why mom married you?” 

He laughed. “Of course! Your mother has always been conscious about wasting food, so I reassured her by eating whatever she couldn’t eat. And besides, being in the army is a lot of work, so you need a lot of food anyway.”

After the meal and a lovely dessert, both of you headed out, arm in arm again. When he asked you where you wanted to go next, you told him that you wanted to go to the park.

“The park? Are you sure you don’t want to go to the mall and empty my wallet?” he asked teasingly as he strapped on his seatbelt.

You pouted at him and he laughed, remembering the same pout on you whenever he pulled your leg as a toddler. Nothing’s changed, he couldn’t help but think.

He drove you to the park. It was late in the evening, and there were only a few people lounging about and walking around within its confines, and so the two of you comfortably strolled around, enjoying the cool air. 

You made a beeline to the playground and situated yourself right on the swingset, looking at your dad with sparkling eyes, begging him to push you like he always did. 

“You’re a spoiled little brat, aren’t you?” he said with an affectionate scoff as he tramped on the sandy playground and stood behind you, grabbing the thick chains and pulling the swing back.

“That’s all your fault,” you answered with a cheeky smile.

He laughed. That was true. He doted on you and spoiled you rotten, all because you were the youngest and his little girl. He pushed you as hard as he could, and relished in your giggles as you swung high up in the air. 

He pushed again, smiling to himself. He was a Captain, commanded many soldiers with military strictness and nobody could move him; his word was law. But there were only two people in the world who had him all wrapped up around their little fingers: his wife and his daughter.

His mind turned him back to reality and he was still pushing you on the swing, and you were having the time of your life. He soon decided to ease up on the pushing, and then settled on the swing right next to yours, watching your swing lose momentum. 

“Thanks, dad,” you said with a grin, “That was fun!”

He smiled back fondly, watching you gently rocking yourself on the swing once it had slowed down completely. There was a moment of comfortable silence between both of you, until you looked up at him, taking in for a moment how weathered he looked under the harsh white lights of the park, reminding you of how long he’s lived.

“Dad?” you called.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think it’s weird that a grown girl like me still wants to play on the swings?” 

He chuckled. Grown girl. You were a teenager, still a little child to him. But he couldn’t deny that you were growing. It would only be a matter of a couple years before you became a young woman ready to tackle the world. He shifted slightly in his seat.

“I guess some people who are no fun would think it’s childish,” he answered, “But I don’t think so. I think it’s good to have and retain some childlikeness even as you grow up…”

His voice trailed off for a moment to think, and you didn’t interrupt him, sensing that he had more to say. He smiled.

“I know as a teenager, you tend to care about what other people think. But trust me, the sooner you forget to do that, the better. You’ll live life so much better that way.” 

“That feels so hard to do,” you shrugged, “It’s like… I feel so inferior because I’m not like the others… and even more so now that nobody asked me out on a date for Valentine’s day.” Your hands gripped the chains of the swing slightly, “Maybe the boys think I’m too childish, I don’t know.” 

He sighed and gently swung himself, using his feet to push against the ground. “The thing about teenagers, darling,” he began, “a lot of them care about appearing grown and mature, which is expected- they’re growing up, obviously. But what’s not obvious to them is that they’re still children. They will have some childish beliefs that they will eventually wean off.

“Remember, a real guy who truly loves you will not shame you for loving these “childish” things. Any man with real sense will understand that there’s a reason why you love the things you love, so don’t settle for less.

“And besides, I’d rather you grow up a little more before you date. I would not stand to see you dating any of these little, immature boys who would break your heart,” he huffed.

You playfully pouted. “You’re no fun, dad.”

He scoffed. “No fun because I’m looking out for you?”

Both of you shared a laugh, and you couldn’t help but feel so happy that you could safely confide in him and playfully jab at him without being judged or scolded. After a little more conversation, your dad looked at his watch. He slapped his knees and got off the swing with a grunt.

“Right then, I should take you back home before your curfew,” he said, holding out his hand to you, “Because a real man gets you back home at a reasonable hour without worrying your parents.” 

You chuckled, taking his hand. “You’re a real man.”

“That’s why your mom chose me,” he bragged, “Take notes.”

It made you giggle, thinking of how your mom would sometimes gush about her husband to you and your brothers, making the three of you roll your eyes and laugh. The years passing only made them love each other more and more, and you could not have asked for better parents than them. 

Arm in arm once again, he escorted you to the parking lot. As he got in the car after you and strapped on the seatbelt, he asked,

“How about we make this a tradition until you get yourself a boyfriend?”

You smiled widely. “Sure.” Your eyes lingered appreciatively on your father and you said, feeling a surge of affection for him, “I love you, dad.”

He beamed, a bright smile gracing his weathered face. Those words made all the effort and toil he took to raising you worth it. He ruffled your hair. 

“Love you too, kiddo.”

[defodisturbed]

photograph - Zdinarsk x reader

We keep this love in a photograph... we make these memories for ourselves

Synopsis: A romantic dinner with your one and only true love, fueled by a photograph.

"Hey, uh, Y/N? I wanted to ask you something, if it's alright." Zdinarsk asked, entering your room. "Yeah?" You replied, tilting your head towards her, but your eyes still on your book. "I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out on a date."

You bookmarked your page, closed your book and put it away. "What do you mean go out on a date? Do you like me or something?"

"I do."

"Oh. I did not know that. I don't know why you would, but-" She cut you off, saying, "Y/N. I want to have dinner with you tonight, just us. I'll get us some food from the cafeteria and bring it back to my room. You could come over and we'll have a little makeshift date. That is, if you want to. I-I wouldn't doubt it if you just wanted to stay away from me I-"

"Z. I would love to. Don't worry about it. I like you too." You replied, cupping her cheeks. She blushed, purple staining her blue, luminescent-dotted cheeks.

Later that night

"Can I come in?" You asked, knocking on her door. She opened the door, dressed in pajamas. You felt embarrassed, as you had on your favorite red dress. "I think I came overdressed..." You said, looking down at your feet with your hands behind your back. You were shy, and Z picked up on it. "I think you look beautiful. I think I'm underdressed, now that I'm looking at you. Come in, I have our food all set up."

You walked in, seeing all the gourmet food in front of you. "This isn't cafeteria food, this is like 5-star restaurant type stuff. Did you make all of this?"

"Mansk helped me with a lot of it. He suggested it to me when I told our friends about our date." Zdog replied, sitting down and gesturing for you to sit as well. You followed through, sitting next to her and seeing how much effort she put into this.

"This is all so beautiful... where'd you get candles on Pandora?"

"...don't worry about it."

You laughed and reached for a chocolate-covered strawberry. After biting a piece off, you asked, "So, why do you like me?"

"I could ask the same for you. I like you because you're beautiful, smart, talented, funny, oh how I could go on. Why do you like me?"

"I think I like you because you're hot, funny, and I lowkey dream about fucking you. I'm just telling it how it is." You answered. Zdinarsk's eyes went weird and she kind of had this look in her eye. She didn't say anything, which made you worry, but she grabbed your face and kissed you passionately.

---

"Hey mama, what're you looking at?" Someone asked, wrapping their arms around you.

You set down the photo, and turned to look at your beautiful wife. "Oh, it's our wedding photo! That day was so magical. Sometimes I have dreams where it's that day over and over again and when I wake up, I try to go to sleep again so I can finish the dream. It's a weird habit I have..."

You hummed in response, kissing her cheek. You heard a baby start crying, and so you two went to go check on your newborn.

@dyingofcookies hope you enjoyed y'all i came up with this at 1am so excuse any spelling errors <33

[lunchcase]

Pumpkin Soup with Ground Bacon

Location: International restaurant, Melia Jardines Del Rey

Somehow, with no bacon bits in sight, the orange stuffless soup has bacon flavour in it, mixed with a creamy pumpkin flavour. Texture wise it isn’t that creamy - more clear than cream, but it’s like you can taste the creamy thickness instead?

The cream cheese soup I forgot to take a photo of that I had two nights ago was similarly interesting, in that it was cheese soup that felt creamy and clear at the same time. This place has some wild textures. Vicosity.

This is the last of my drinks posts in Cuba, and it seems off to end on formless pumpkin and bacon soup, clash of two titans and specialty of nowhere, but all things end not bittersweet but savoury, I guess? So lets be sentimental with this faintly unappetizing photo of pumpkin soup.

This is what I've learned. When a Victorian-era doctor prescribes seaside habitation for feminine lassitude, that is incredibly valid (don't @ me). The sea and sun is unfortunately a privilege, which is criminal because it's rejuvenating. For me, at least. Past Casey scoffed at the idea of just sitting on a beach doing nothing. Certainly it must be boring after some time, she thought. Past Casey is naïve and a fool. A naive fool. A moron, if you will. Post-beach bask Casey knows better and understands the healing power of Doing Nothing, Basking Under the Sun, Sea Breeze and Ocean Waves Flowing through a body like wind through an ocarina making music. Appealing to all senses. I am calm.

Looking out into the ocean at night as indiscernible dark waves crash into each other and lap the shore, the picture of paradise abruptly and jarringly now an entrance to the underworld, I understood a second thing: the reverence and sheer fear the mass of water elicits from any kind of sailor. Even on the shore, the waves illuminated by the uninhibited moon, I felt a panic grab me. What's the word? Sublime terror? A leviathan, vast, drowning, deep set bone chill awe? To be lost in the complete darkness of a continental watery grave; I too would pray to all the gods and speak of the ocean as a lover I hope will be kind.

An observation: it's quite clear who is a tourist and who is not when we were at the city of Moron, the nearest city to the resort. Mostly, the general tourist is white, and they receive nary a glance from the locals except by the most entrepreneurial among them. The white gaze, in this case, treats everything as part of the vacation experience. For my friend and I, who are not white and therefore not the standard tourist but an emerging other breed who travel with less geographic reservations inherent in previous generations of our kind, we are a sight as exotic as they are to us. Their gaze followed us as we roamed, curious and unfamiliar as they were to us. A mutual touristing moment. People came up to us. Two separate unrelated individuals at two distinct times of day asked us where we were staying, that they worked at that resort, today was their day off, and their daughter was born just yesterday - "congratulations to all the new born daughters," - so have you got anything to give her? Money, preferably, but she'd also probably like chocolate. Can newborns eat chocolate, I asked, and they shrugged and said why not? I didn't have chocolate or anything really on my person, because I didn't come from the circles where such travelling tidbits were exchanged, so I didn't prepare anything, sorry. I heard an old-but-not-quite-elderly white couple mention how they brought their family to the resorts here every year, though, and now that their kids flown the nest they come themselves, so maybe try them, with the know-how. Good luck, with you and your daughter and again you and your daughter. We walked a little faster.

[evilminji]

Oh? My god? If we combine this with the Amity has Ecto Shields Cause It's A Semi-Sentient Lair AU?

Well OBVIOUSLY you would EVACUATE the Sentient Lair, too! So New Amity is probably JUST as impenetrable as its always BEEN without Ecto-tech!

:)

Something, I imagine, Vlad was aware off.

Wanna bet he didn't bother "winning" the bidding war for Deathstroke's contract? Because he knew Dan would be there for the "birth" of his "nephew"? How CONVENIENT than Dan should visually bridge the gap between his own appearance and Danielle's! Clearly marking them as RELATED!

And of course, Dan, fully capable off handling a pesky, if impressive, mercenary, would NEVER let anything happen to his freshly recovered and disorientated younger self! Thus preventing Lex from gaining access to the room! Thereby allowing VLAD to control the narrative of what has OCCURED inside that room!

*slaps down a perfect fake pictures of an artfully disheveled Vlad holding a newborn baby Danny, as created by the the Finest Zone shapeshifters*

CHECK MATE! *villianous cackling*

Danny? Probably looks around the hospital room, down at those photos, back up at Vlad, and just? Rubs his faces with both hands. Dude.

Why are you like this?

Vlad keeps laughing, head thrown back, hands clawed, probably imagining Lex dramatically defeated at his feet. You know... as one does. It's enrichment. Good for his enclosure. Glad to see he found a friend.

Regardless, this does pose a problem. See, Vlad? Is the one who's supposed to set up everyone's new paper trails. Tuckers helping, obviously. But he's not up to date on the local Tech yet.

That.... okay, yeah, this one was on them.

Vlad has clearly backsliding.

How, EXACTLY, are you going to explain a fully grown man for a child, Vlad? Danny probably asks, morbidly curious. Only to get that completely nutty puffers grin.

Simple! He WON'T!

He's pulling a Brucie! You, Daniel, are going to Amity to help settle everyone, right? (Yeeeeah.) Which no one can enter~? (That is correct.) Which MEANS! They'll have to take MY word for how old you are! We'll have photo shoots on holidays, just to REALLY grind his gears!

Okay.... okay I need you to level with me, Vlad. Is this? A weird Sex Thing or a "make me your Son" scheme. Be honest, I swear to god...

(Eh. 6 of one, half a dozen of the other.)

(Horrifying! Okay. Off we go. Please leave us out of it.)

And Lex? Apoplectic. He's going to marry and/or MURDER this man. How DARE you kidnap his newborn son! Too.. too some BUM FUCK, NO WHERE LITTLE-!!! DO THEY EVEN HAVE SCHOOLS THERE!? You can't be SERIOUS! *death lazers his office*

Imagine! The ESCALATING schemes and violence! The DRAMA! As Luthor tries to get back his Boy from this... this MAGIC BLACK SITE. The divorced energy. Luthor actually giving a shit about school systems. Kon waging a one man war against a sentient city, to get his half brother back.

It's so MESSY >:D

You Know How There Are Those AU? Where SUPER Injured Ghosts Need To Retreat To Their Core?

No one seems to be USING that to its fullest potential! For SHENANIGANS! Because! Who?? Could POSSIBLY carry a Halfa's Core safely... but another Halfa?! A FULL ghost would KILL them. A human would be killed! What terribly precarious peril we find ourselves in! Oh nooooooo!

Well, no worry!

As much as Dani fuckin HATES this. That there is her brother. Her Template. Her Clone Daddy and Bestest of Bros. Like HECK she's gonna let him suffer for centuries and possibly DIE. She can take it, Doc! Pop him in! We'll go road tripping and-

What do you MEAN "No"?

Unstable??! Of course she's unstable! But the-.... Oh.

Turns OUT? Dani? Can hitch a ride in DANNY for Emergency Medical Aid... but NOT the other way around. Her body is too loosely held together. He would parasiticly consume her from within. Instead of feeding off her Ecto System like injured ghosts are supposed too, because she's a CLONE? AND an unstable one at that? His Core would just... see her body as free ectoplasm. All of it.

He'd eat her.

Which mean Frostbite can not and WILL NOT allow that.

But he's HURT! That big, off screen, cataclysmic Fight To Save Everybody From *cough cough mumbles* and settle us all in the DC universe, REALLY messed him up! What are we supposed to DO!? He can't STAY like this!!!

Enter-> My FAVORITE DCxDP Trash Ship! Vlad&Lex!!! *horrified screaming from the crowds, someone shouts "oh god, no! Please!"* Ha! There are no gods here, silly billys! Only two terrible, terrible HIGHLY Dramatic, self serving, incredibly damaged, gay peacocks. In Business Suits that cost more then your house is worth.

They're AWFUL~♡

And! Vlad was sent ahead to lay the ground work. Insure there would be no GIWs. Also because no one could stand him and his EXTENSIVE criminal record. But that's besides the point.

But!

You know what he found? A Business Nemesis. Who he routinely dates and/or Dramatically Hate Fu-*coughs* I mean, attempts a Corporate Take Over(tm) off. You know how it is. Business. He ALSO gets to make it no secret he's a "Meta", thanks to the INCOMPETENCE of one Jack Fenton, because that- *seething rant*

Yet? Dispite his STILL burning hatred for Jack? And his finally letting go of Maddie? You know what he STILL wants?

For Danny to be his Son.

*Gets a call from Frostbite*

...............soooooo........ what you're SAYING is..... I can be pregnant with Daniel.

You, Frostbite, need ME, Vladimir Masters, THE ONLY OTHER HALFA, to carry Daniel around inside my body, in what to all appearances resembles a pregnancy, in order to heal him. Because I am an Older And Stronger Halfa Upon Which He Relies.

:)

*instantly begins plotting*

Just? Imagine. Vlad is a FUCKIN LIAR. No one but him would even KNOW what was going on! He just? Rocks up one day, like? *falsely demure* "oh I couldn't POSSIBLY has any scotch, Lex! >:) I'm eating for Two~☆" and just? Deals the MAXIMUM amount of psychic damage he can.

Probably says it at their weekly, public, Veiled Threats Brunch.

It makes front page news. Luthor choked on his eggs. The paparazzi lost their SHIT. Vlad is doing the FULL Celebrity Mom Thing. The classes. The photo shoots. The Gucci sunglasses as he peruses high end strollers. All while HEAVILY suggesting that not only is "The Baby" Lex's.... but that he's going to withhold the child and deny Lex any access.

Danny isn't even aware. He's in a lovely lil medical coma. Dani is trying to find a good spot to plop down Amity. She just know Vlad is being... Vlad. Meh. He can handle it. Dan? He's not even IN the human realm and is not sure he wants to be.

But over in the LEAGUE? Everything's on fuckin FIRE.

Kon is losing his SHIT and Clark is thousand yard staring into the void. Kon's half brother is in the hands of a... Less Then Ideal... Meta that Batman is PRETTY sure is highly suspect. Might be a deliberate weapons experiment. Certainly is a hostage. And the DRAMA.

Lex has never been worse.

He might actually stab his...partner? Vlad. At the hospital. The SECOND the child is born. There are already long term kidnapping plans in the making. He's hiring lawyers. Getting VICIOUS. There have been talks with DEATHSTROKE. By BOTH OF THEM.

Clark wants to cry.

@hypewinter @ailithnight @nerdpoe @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation @babbling-babull

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 138

Achilles Castle part 43

Castle: pov Kate is too stunned to answer one, I don't even know if Kate can have kids. Let alone breastfed one with her chest trauma that might be impossible. I quickly reply with. It's for a friend who is expecting a second child soon. I don't even know if my wife can have kids. She has a heart condition.

Benny: pov I'm so sorry I had no idea. Mr Castle mentions his wife Kate was shot at her Captain's funeral and almost didn't make it. I helped them pick out a few newborn things.

Castle: pov we pay and head out to dinner, Kate is crying in the car. I ask her what's wrong and she says it just hit her today in the baby store the fact that she probably never going to have children. I lean in and tell her it's okay we can always adopt if you want kids.

Kate: pov Castle found a parking spot near the door. The restaurant is very nice. I suggest we sit outside and eat after looking at the menu we order our food. I ordered the lobster and vegetables with salad. Castle ordered the crab cakes with clam straps and French fries. Once we finish eating me and Castle head home so I can relax and read while he gets some writing done.

Castle: pov Alexis is hanging out with some friends for dinner and Martha has plans with an old friend. I suggest we cuddle and watch a movie before bed. I make popcorn as a snack. Kate is definitely getting sleepy. After brushing her teeth she heads off to bed. In the morning I get up before Kate to eat and shower, I don't want to eat in front of her because she can't. Once I'm dressed I wake her up, she jumps in the shower and gets dressed quickly. I remind her not to take her meds. This scan requires her not to take them which I feel bad about. The car ride to the hospital wasn't so bad. Kate checks herself in and signs some papers. I brought my computer since this scan takes a very long time. It felt like forever before Kate's name was called but it's only been 7 minutes. In the room a nurse takes her vitals and goes over the info about the scan. Dr Burkett appears since he will be monitoring her during the scan and going over Kate's scan results with us.

Kate: pov the nurse says my vitals seem okay so far. Castle kisses me on the lips. I chose the wheelchair over the gurney in the scan room. Everything is being set up. The nurse puts the electrodes on my chest. Then She inserts the iv and administers the radiotracer into it. I have to wait a few minutes for the radionuclide substance to work. A pulse ox-meter is put on my finger just in case. I'm helped onto the table of the scanner. This could take up to 3 hours. The special camera is hovering above my chest to get the special pictures. A nurse is standing on the side in case of an emergency. It is risky with me not taking my meds, but they need to see how my heart works without them. Having my arms placed above my head is very triggering for me, this scan requires my arms to be above my head. Let's hope I do okay.

Nurse Barbara: pov me and the technician have been advised about her medical history and have a plan in place in case she has a medical emergency. There is a treadmill in the room for Kate. She will run on it between photos. The technician is satisfied with the amount of pictures so far.

Tim scan technician: pov so far everything is going okay Dr Burkett is pointing stuff out on the screen, even with her severe trauma her condition seems stable. Kate has a good amount of scaring. Scaring makes it hard for her heart to work right. Normally you would see a disruption of blood flow. But in Kate's case her body has decided to make up for the injured area and push her blood through faster in other areas. Her left ventricle beats faster than the right one making it work harder than normal.

Nurse Barbara: pov I help Kate stand up. So she could run on the treadmill. The Dr made sure it was at a lower speed since Kate has issues with her pulmonary vein and left lung. We don't want her to have trouble breathing. After running for a few minutes I help Kate lay back down on the scan table once she is comfortable we can start again. The camera takes a few different pictures from different angles. We are almost near the end of the scan. After repeating the same steps a few times I accidentally bend Kate's arm above her head instead of letting her do it.

Kate: pov the nurse bends my arm above my head and suddenly I'm back in the trauma room with Josh inserting a chest tube. Remembering the feeling of me dying twice. The pain is just too much.

Nurse Barbara: pov Suddenly something changes and I can see the fear in her eyes. She is starting to freak out, I notice Kate is starting to breathe heavily and the technician stops the scan. Dr Burkett is shouting from the booth that she is having a medical emergency. Another nurse is grabbing some oxygen and some meds just in case. I'm trying to calm her down telling her everything is okay. Stay with me, stay with me, you're okay. My words seem to be making it worse.

Dr Burkett: pov I guess the nurse bending her arm was too much for her. Kate was doing so well bending it herself. I tell another nurse to get her husband Castle, maybe he can calm her down. In the scan room I'm holding her hand making sure she is okay. PTSD is not fun at all, I decide to give her oxygen since the monitor shows it's low. I tell her it's okay, can you squeeze my hand. To be continued. …….

[justtryingtobecreative]

Calliope x oc x Morpheus

(Contains smut)

Leaving Meg had left a bitter feeling in his mouth and an unsettled feeling in his chest.

That didn't mean Morpheus wasn't needed here though, especially because he had been asked to attend by Zeus himself. That certainly meant something of great proportions would be taking place.

The clacks of his black boots echoed through the vast halls of olympus, the marble doing nothing to dampen the sound.

The home for gods had always left him unsettled and on edge, this time was no different. In fact the feeling had only amplified since he had last set foot in the buzzing city.

The last time he had remained there was centuries before with his wife and child, it hadn't been long after their separation that he had decided to leave the hellscape that were the people in Olympus.

His eyes trailed over the familiar structures surrounding the archways and marble steps. Lucious green vines were surrounding most pillars in the palace, their green enhancing the beauty and serenity of the palace even more.

All around the local gods walked and lived, most of their immpecable and perfect figures adorned by golden or pure white fabrics. Even they who had lived such long lives and seen so much let their eyes stray when he with his pitch black hair and out of place dark attire walked past.

They were such nosy bitches. He thought, assuming that would probably be what Meg would say if she were here.

He tuned back into the white structures and statues, just as his eyes fixed on a familiar one. It was unmistakable who was depicted in the centuries old stone.

"My love" he whispered softly, tracing his fingertips across the cold features of the statue brushing away the flowers climbing up it. The depiction of his former wife Calliope looked regal and godlike in this light, the little daffodils at the foot of it adding even more to the ambience.

He had to remind himself that she wasn't his anymore, which was hard on itself. Calliope had always been the most nostalgic lover of his fast array of them over the years.

Their love had been indiscribable all those centuries ago. They had lived together for a few decades, Morpheus at some points in time residing more in Olympus than his own home.

Alas that couldn't last.

When their son Orpheus had perished Calliope had blamed him, she told him he had influenced him for the violence. This was true ofcourse, he could admit that. However all the parents in Olympus trained their offspring to handle the harsh political games in the palace, and she had raised him right alongside him.

He managed to pull his gaze from the statue, instead focussing on the viewing point to his right. A few gods stood around to gaze at the magnificent city placed below them. The city was burstling with gods and magical creatures alike.

The viewingpoint had the best view of the big city below them, he remembered standing right here with his newborn son in his arms and his wife at his side. It had been a much simpler time then. Now the numbers of the gods had been steadily decreasing, which was probably why Zeus had called this meeting.

A slip of something colourful and familiar caught the corner of his eye. He observed the woman next to him in one quick scan. His eyes widened as the familiar smell of strawberry shampoo filled his nose.

He observed the picture in Calliope's hands with interest as he recognised the figure standing next to her on the photo. "Meg" he muttered staring at the familiar brown hair and big smile.

"Oneiros?... You came" Calliope's gaze was fixed on him now. Morpheus did everything in his power to avoid her dark eyes "Yes" he answered curtly. Calliope turned her gaze toward the picture again a sad expression on her face.

She noticed him look she gave him a sad smile "I spend some time with her on earth, it seems she has permitrated my heart more than i thought."

She gave a slight bitter laugh before continuing. "I have all these riches here but all i can think of is getting back to her" Calliope's words hung between them like electricity during a thunder storm.

She released a shaky breath, "I grew to care for her more than i ever cared for anyone in such a short period of time" Morpheus felt her words at the very edges of his soul, he realised she had fallen just as fast and harshly as he had.

"She showed me his grave" He muttered softly. Calliope's gaze was on his in a moment of weakness, the eye contact transporting him right to all those years ago. His heart ached all the same, but a known passion filled his chest at the sight of her familiar dark eyes.

"What did you think?" She whispered softly as she slowly took a step toward him her lips so close he could feel her breath on his jaw.

"It was beautifull" He muttered softly, his eyes softening at the releaved expression on her face.

"I knew that if anyone could help you grieve it was her, i so hoped you would visit her" She murmured softly.

A small smirk echoed on his mouth as a light feeling filled his chest at the memory. "I didn't even go to see her at first, she sort of suddenly appeared" Calliope stared at him in wonderment.

"Afterwards i visited her once, and then once more... and then i kept visiting her" The amount of words and amount of smiling done by him in the last minute was incredibly uncharacteristic, especially with his former wife present

"By the great zeus." She muttered mouth agape. "You have fallen for her too." She said more than asked as her former lover looked stricken by her words. A horrid feeling filled Calliope's chest

"You cannot have her" She muttered giving him a sudden glare. A pang in his chest at her words. He gave her a dangerous look back.

"I do not gather why you have any say in what i can and what i can't have" Morpheus muttered lowly, a thin edge to his voice.

"Meg is pure and Meg is good, i will not have her endangered by an endless who sticks his lovers in endless hell prisons." She gritted her teeth at him.

"And who exactly do you propose as a better match for her? Yourself?" He taunted her. "Meg would be endangered just as much by being with a muse with the fates as parents. They would destroy her with one snap of their fingers"

"I know that! Which is exactly why i want her to find a nice mortal to settle down with and live a normal life... however much it pains me" Calliope looked down, he was about to respond when a voice interupted them.

"I am very sorry to interupt your graces, but Zeus has summoned everyone to the central hall" A young minotour stood next to them, an uneasy expression on it's face.

They nodded at him, waiting for the minotour to walk off before turning to eachother.

Morpheus glared at her "If you think if you draw back i will too you are surely mistaken, i am not that good of a person. Nor will i ever let go of something i want. Unless someone has bested me for it." At that he strolled off leaving Calliope stood by the edge.

It didn't take him long to reach the central hall of the palace of Zeus. The place was large and decorated with all kinds of paintings both on the ceiling and on the walls. Instead of the marble from outside here the theme was gold and bronze, the room darkened by the colours. Around the room were wooden tables and chairs, intricate golden name plaques fixated on the wood.

He knew exactly where his seat would be, as the endless had their own chairs on one side of the throne room. The large muscled form of Zeus stood at the centre of the hall, his wife Hera stood at his side.

It seemed only Death and him had showed at Zeus's call. His siblings had never cared much for the gods at all.

It wasn't long before he noticed Calliope take her seat next to her mothers the fates and Zeus started talking.

"Greetings fellow gods and deities!" His booming voice filled the hall, the attention of the gods fixating on him rather quickly.

"I have brought you here today to discuss how we will proceed to stop the decrease of gods and how to keep our numbers up" A murmer arose around the room as the amount of empty seats registered in their minds, almost half had perished over the last years due to the fact that people stopped believing in most lesser gods.

"How would you propose we do anything against that Zeus?" An very uninterested Ares god of war sat imposingly on one of the chairs. Morpheus knew the god didn't care much for the disappearance of the other gods, he knew war would keep brewing as long as human's roamed the earth.

"I propose... an aliance. Between mortal and god" Zeus's words echoed through the room, the crowd taking a second to let the words sink in. A huge roar came from the crowd as the gods voiced their protests.

"We cannot possibly expose ourselves to the mortals!" Yelled Apollo loudly, the lights flickering in his anger at the proposal.

"We all know you like to bed every animal, human and beast in sight Zeus but that does not mean we will lower ourselves to associate with mortals allongside you" Artemis goddess of the hunt and sister of Appollo leant over her brother to yell her curses at Zeus.

Morpheus clenched his hand around the armrest of his chair as Meg's features filled his mind, she was one of the mortals these puny gods dared insult. He slipped his hand inside his jacket pocket to calm himself, his hand tightly clutching the drawing she had made of him.

"I understand all of your objections, however i did not speak of informing the entire mortal world of our excistence, i speak of informing a small crowd of maybe fifty humans. Just enough to keep alive the lower gods" The booming voice of Zeus quieted the room.

"I believe this could work.." Aphrodite muttered as she combed her fingers through her long locks. "I would rather grieve if my loyal concubines were to fade away" She muttered at one of the lower gods sat at her feet.

"Fine then, How would you propose we inform these humans? You know how superstitous they are these days, a god would be the furthest thing on their mind if they saw a define interfention" Athena muttered as she observed her nails, the blue paint on them as perfect as she herself.

"Knowing them they would probably think it was a ghost" Artemis's voice came from the other side of the chamber, she herself seated in the middle of all her shieldmaidens.

Morpheus supposed Artemis was right in that regard, Meg had showed him multiple 'horror' moving pictures. She always complained about ghosts afterwards and that she would, a quote "Nope out of there so fast" if she were in a similair predicament.

"I have indeed thought about this," Zeus stopped talking when he saw the harsh glare his wife gave him. He coughed "My wife has indeed thought about this, and she came up with reaching their minds through their dreams" Hera sat back in her seat allready back to being content.

The eyes of the gods trailed over to his side of the room, obviously taking in his dark attire and facial expression. He didn't acknowledge the stares they gave him, just staring forward. He would obviously do it, considering Calliope was one of the lower gods. However he would do nothing until they asked.

"Well? Do you think you can do it?" Ares snapped harshly after he apparently took too long to answer. The other gods gave him dissaproving stares, this was no time to be pridefull and he knew it.

"Do what? I believe i still have not received a question" Dreams gaze turned dark quickly as he turned to the god of war with a glare. His entire being screamed danger as he felt his eyes glow and shadows darken.

He could be a total nightmare if he wanted.

"I am sorry dream lord, it seems my son has forgotten the order of things here." Zeus glared harshly at Ares before turning back to Morpheus. "We would like to request you to aid us in our moment of need, and give a group of humans godlike dreams. We are willing to give you something in return."

Morpheus smirked, "You are willing? To give me something?" The gods seemed startled at his smirk, the man had formerly always been quite expressionless. "Well i suppose i shall keep a favour for my helping you, i shall come for my payment later" Morpheous wasn't stupid to ask for something now, it was way more valuable to remain in favour of the gods.

He stood up strolling over to Zeus "I shall take care of the dreams, in return i want one wish i can claim later" he held out his hand toward the ancient god.

Zeus gave him a knowing smirk, he understood exactly who was pulling the short end of the stick here. He just couldn't do anything about it.

Zeus grabbed his outstretched arm, a golden string wrapping itself around their conjoined hands. The deal was made.

They backed up as a loud cheer of the crowd around him rose. Hera smirked widely as she cheered, "Tonight we shall feast in the honor of Oneiros of the endless!" She exclaimed throwing a handfull of corn cernels in the air, the room changing around them as the large hall now filled with tables stocked to the brim with food and wine.

The room now filled with chatter, and comfortable fires felt suffocating to him. He was about to make his escape when he noticed his sister walking over to him. "Brother! I hadn't expected you to help the gods quite so easily!" She gave him a big smile as she threw herself on the unoccupied seat next to him.

"It was in my best interest sister... i am now in favour of the gods" He muttered softly his eyes trailing the figure of his ex wife easily. Calliope danced among her mothers and sisters softy, it seemed only he noticed the picture clutched in her grasp as she swayed side to side.

Calliope looked gloreous in her golden dress, it shone in the light and only accentuated the slight glitter covering her cheeks. Centuries ago she had worn one almost identical to this one to their bethrotal party. His own frock was similiar in that regard too, he had worn this exact black suit to the occasion.

"It seems that was indeed the whole reason brother, as your former lover over there ofcourse had nothing to do with it" Death smirked at him quite obviously having been sarcastic.

Morpheus let out a sigh, "She was indeed the reason, but not the entire one" He admitted. He decided to ignore his sisters startled gaze as he admitted his feelings.

"Me and her met someone back in the waking world, her name is Meg. It seems we are both quite taken by her, we are currently in a rivalry over the matter" His dark eyes fixed on Calliope's bare shoulder as the sleeve of her dress fell down slightly.

"Brother... you have truly fallen for a mortal?" Death seemed very uneasy by his admission. She frowned even more when he nodded in confirmation.

"I have plans to take her to the dreaming when the human world is no longer a safe place for her, be it by sickness, injury or old age i surely won't let her spirit be taken by you to hades." A strange passion filled his eyes as he spoke of his plan.

"Very well, if the girl agrees i will grant her immortality. I want to see you happy brother, and if this is the way you gain it i am rejoiced" She gave him one last smile before standing up. "It seems i have to get back to my duty" She murmured strolling away.

Morpheous was elated (not that he showed it), the fear that he had gained while getting emotionally close to Meg had been ever present in his mind as of late. The chance that he could be with her longer than he thought was precious and brought hope.

Morpheous caught the gaze of Calliope again, her face cast in an orange light by the fires lit around the hall. Her gaze was dark and spoke more of her intentions than she herself ever allowed herself too.

He knew that look, and he was sure he would keep remembering it for as long as he lived. He found himself bewitched, as he slowly strolled around the room. Slowly making his way toward the woman he had made love to religiously years before.

The music being played around the room had slowly turned more sensual as the evening progressed. He knew how parties like this usually ended up, which was why he had formerly wanted to leave.

He soon reached her as they pulled eachother behind a nearby statue, effectively disguising them from view. He put his head into her neck, the scent of strawberry shampoo filling his nose, the exact one Meg always used. She did the same, and he knew she had picked up the scent of him aswell as he had showered there just the day before.

The realisation in their gazes made their movements even more frantic as their lips locked in a feverish kiss. He was biting, licking, tasting her mouth, which somehow after all these years still filled him with nostalgia.. and desire.

"You wish it was her in front of you now, i know that." She gasped the words out between their kisses, releasing a slight moan as he grinded against her. He made sure his clothed cock brushed against her core while doing so.

He nodded "So do you" he murmured as she nodded back as well. They took a second to look eachother in the eyes.

"Lets go to your/my chambers" They murmured as they set of to her family's part of the castle. All the gods had taken to eachother now, the music harsh and taunting as moans filled the air and limbs were tangled into eachother.

It didn't take them long to reach her room, not at all stopping on the way. She walked backwards as he stood in front of her, the situation somehow more intense than it was when they locked lips in the halls.

Calliope unclapsed her dress softly, the fabric pooling at her feet. Morpheus didn't even take a second to look at her before he dropped his own fabrics to the ground, stroling toward his former lover with a burning need.

She softly layed down on the crimson sheets, the expencive fabrics feeling delicious on his skin as he hovered over her. He took a second to imagine the plump form of Meg beneath him before he set to work.

He trailed downwards over her stomach and to her core as his lips brushed against the pink flesh. His tongue darted out to taste her and Calliope gasped out, her eyes closed and obviously not at all imagining him between her thighs.

He focussed on the top of her core, slowly teasing the bundle of nerves with his tongue. He relished in the sounds his lover made, and he could almost imagine Meg's voice calling his name. He trailed his hand up her leg and between them as he pointed his fingers and softly slid them into the warm slick that was his lovers core.

She gasped softly, her chest heaving, her breasts bouncing slightly as he thrust his fingers into her. He steadily increased his pace at her moans, adjusting his position to increase his lovers moans more and more.

"Oh Meg!" She moaned softly, he smirked softly but didn't relent his teasing.

Her leg started softly shaking and he knew she was close to release as he noticed her hands curling into the sheets. He didn't stop even as she let out a breathy moan pressing into his hand for the last bit of friction.

"Morpheus!" She murmured staring at him, really at him. He stared at her in shock.

"I need you inside, please" She gasped staring up at him with half lidded eyes. He gasped softly, his own pale skin sliding over hers as he crawled upwards and aligned himself at her entrance.

He relished in the look of his soft tip entering her first, she didn't wait for him to fully enter before she grasped onto him with her legs and tugged him into her. He let out a breathy moan himself as the wet warmth around his cock grew.

Thrust

"You cannot have her" She murmured softly staring at him.

Thrust

He let out a moan, "I shall have her just as i have you now"

Thrust

"Not if i have her first" She smirked at him, as if it was obvious she would win.

Thrust

"I thought you didn't want her to have that kind of life" He struggled to keep his voice steady.

Thrust thrust thrust

"I would rather she have it with me than with you"

They didn't hold back anymore as they harshly slid over eachother, pushing all their anger to the forefront of their minds as they shared their passionate embrace.

(WELP that was one of my attempts at smut! Please tell me if you want another chapter and liked this one!:)

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E3; Chapter Three, Holly, Jolly - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘠/𝘯, 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘈 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳.

|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Hopper pulls up to the library, thankful to get a spot up front. He steps out of the vehicle and makes his way inside, Powell behind him.

Hopper takes off his hat as he enters the building, making sure to send a big smile to the librarian.

"Hey, Marissa. How you doin'?"

The disapproving look on Marissa's face never left as she spoke.

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here."

"What?"

"You could have at least called, said, 'Marissa! Hey, it's not gonna work out. Sorry, I wasted your time. I'm a dick.'"

Powell was unsure of what to do; he looked from Marissa to Hopper, waiting.

Hopper only stares ahead for a moment, unsure of what to say. Finally, with a subtle smirk, he mutters,

"Yep."

She looks to him, shaking her head expectantly. He seemed at a loss for words again as he shook his head.

"I'm sorry. Uh... Maybe we could go out again next week?" He offers, hoping for the best. She slowly turns her head to Powell and gives him a 'is he for real?' look. In turn, Powell slowly looks over to Hopper awkwardly. Hopper, already knowing he chose his words poorly, visibly cringed, and was eager to change the subject.

"Newspapers? You guys got newspapers around here?"

Marissa had shown them over to the filing cabinet and started pulling out drawers, naming the selections.

"We have the New York Times, the Post, all the big ones. Organized by year and topic. You can find the corresponding microfiche in the reading room." She briefly gestures behind her.

"Okay, we're looking for anything on the Hawkins National Laboratory."

"Well, shouldn't you be looking for that missing kid?"

"Yeah." He states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We are."

She nods her head, suspicious.

"Uh, so, why don't you start with the Times, and we'll check out the Post."

Marissa scoffs and looks behind her to Powell, unsure if he's serious. She turns back to Hopper and lets out a soft 'hmph!' before strutting away. Powell steps forward and lowers his voice in a questioning tone.

"The librarian?"

Hopper shrugs wildly before diving into the drawers of files.

The two men had gathered a handful of files and set to work in the other room. Each at their own microfiche, reading every column.

Hopper scanned another column that caught his attention.

'ALLEGED EXPERIMENTS, ABUSE' by T. Bridges.

"Terry Ives' legal case against embattled research scientist Dr. Martin Brenner suffered another setback today when the district attorney's office formally refused to press criminal charges against Brenner, his fellow researchers, assistants, or the project's sponsors, citing lack of evidence. Local law enforcement executed a search..."

Next column.

'MKULTRA EXPOSED' by T. Bridges

"The trust of the American people has been shaken to its core as a special inquiry into a covert CIA operation, code-named MK ULTRA, has exposed the extensive details about that which has been haunting the nation for the past decade. Six subjects have come forward..."

This particular column was accompanied by a negative of seven people. Five of which were slightly disheveled, in hospital gowns. A man in a turtleneck and blazer stood obediently in the back. A man in a fancy suit and tie, holding a clipboard stood front and center. A man with whom Hopper guessed to be Brenner.

Next slide.

'DR. MARTIN BRENNER NAMED IN LAWSUIT' by A. Ward - Staff Writer

"Senior researcher Doctor Martin Brenner and seven other staff researchers have been named in a new lawsuit filed today on behalf of former federal research study participant, Terry Ives. Dr. Brenner's attorney in conjunction with the Department of Energy has asked the circuit court to seal the details of the lawsuit until the attorney general's office can determine that no federal..."

Hopper found himself more engrossed and confused as he read.

"...her newborn daughter for scientific research. Following an investigation, the district attorney has already declined to press criminal kidnapping charges against the research facility and staff, citing lack of evidence. Dr. Brenner's attorney called Ms. Ives' allegations baseless and tragic, citing Dr. Brenner's excellent reputation, his twenty recent peer-reviewed scientific papers..."

The next slide was a short column with another accompanying photo. Although the picture was small and blurry, it wasn't hard to see the grief-stricken features on the young woman.

TERRY IVES SUING - 'They took my daughter' by Benjamin Buck

"After the district attorney's office declined to press criminal charges citing lack of evidence, local resident Terry Ives is not giving up her search for justice for herself and her daughter, and this morning filed a lawsuit against research scientist Dr. Martin Brenner and his staff.

Ms. Ives' suit seeks unspecified damages against Dr. Brenner and his facility, alleging physical abuse, sleep deprivation, malnourishment, and multiple allegations of kidnapping; both attempted and successful..."

Hopper sighed, trying his best to swallow all of this new information.

'What the hell has been happening in this damn town?'

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Three. One. Five. The numbers on the strange new bracelet read three one five.

Thankfully, El was able to find her way back outside by the large telephone pole where Mike told her to meet them. But El was still nervous. She just hoped no one had spotted her.

El couldn't find it in her ability to stay still. She couldn't stop pacing and she was subconsciously shaking out her hands, her nerves shot.

'What if someone saw her?'

She eagerly checked the bracelet, muttering aloud to herself.

"Three-one-five. Three-one-five. Three-one-five..." her voice turned soft as her confidence wavered. The only thing that was able to take her attention away from the bracelet was the familiar sound of meowing next to her.

Shocked, she looked over to see a scrawny orange cat staring at her from the other side of the fence. It began to meow again and panic and guilt crashed over her as once again another terrible memory resurfaced.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

The white cat in the cage before Eleven let out a terrible hiss at her. Her head began to shake as she strained her ability. The combination of the cat growling and hissing and the frantic beeping of the machines was enough to push her even further.

She didn't want to. She never wanted to hurt this poor creature. But she knew that if she didn't, she would have to face the consequences. She would have to go back there. The cat gave out another deep growl and Eleven tried to the best of her ability not to cry. Not to break.

The cat began snarling, and it quickly turned to whimpers of pain. Eleven was freely crying now as she looked between the frightened cat and Papa. She gave one final look at the cat before yanking the wires off her head in defeat.

No. She couldn't.

She wouldn't.

She looked at Papa defeated. She shook her head in defiance, though her sobbing gave away her true feelings. He only stared at her in disapproval.

"No! No!" She struggled and kicked. She fought back with all her might while Papa stood at the end of the hallway. Doing nothing.

"Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa!" She screamed her throat raw as the men dragged her away, yet as always Papa only watched it happen.

"No!" Her shrieks grew more violent as she neared the room.

She couldn't go back in there.

She couldn't.

The men tossed her inside and began closing the door.

She wouldn't.

Eleven stood to her feet and before they could close the steel door, she threw it open in a fit of rage, her attention quickly shifting to one of the men doing this her. In the very next instant, his back was thrown into the ceramic just behind him. His limp body slipped to the floor, leaving a large hole in the tile.

The second man spared a second to look before turning to her to try and restrain her.

Before he could even step foot in the room, he was dead on the floor, his neck snapped. All with the flick of her head.

Overwhelmed with exhaustion, she collapsed against the wall, her nose and ears bleeding.

Papa appeared. He took one look at the cracked wall, to the collapsed man, and then at Eleven. Yet she couldn't move. She was completely drained, all she could do was stare at him. He slowly stepped towards her, staring at her.

She looked up at him in fear of what would happen next, and what did was not something she could have anticipated. He slowly reached his hands out, cupping her face. Sobs wracked her body, and he stared at her in awe.

"Incredible."

He reached down, hooking an arm under her legs, th arried her like an infant. He carried her out of the room and down the hallway, staring at her sobbing form as if he hadn't been the one to cause it.

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

"El!"

El turned her head to see Mike, Y/n, Lucas and Dustin. They were walking their bikes across the muddy grass in her direction.

Mike looked to her concerned as he, as well as the others, turned their bikes around.

"You okay?"

Relieved to see her friends, she nodded her head.

Mike gave the seat of his bike a few pats.

"Hop on. We only have a few hours."

Hesitantly, she walked forward. But she complied nonetheless and got on Mike's bike, and the five of them peddled off.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

The five us were walking our bikes through the woods. Dustin and Lucas were in the back, while Mike and El were just a few steps in front of me. El was looking around as she walked and suddenly I felt her eyes on me. I suddenly became very self-conscious of my cut.

I got it to stop bleeding eventually, but I don't know how I will ever explain this to Mom. She worries so easily. And, I don't think I have ever had a cut this big but I'll survive. My thoughts are cut short when I become very aware of the fact that El had fallen back next to me and was now looking at me with concern.

"Why did they hurt you?" Her voice came out very soft but was laced with concern.

"Huh?" I asked surprised.

El extended her arm out and pointed to my chin. I looked down, upset with how things went today.

"Oh, that. I uh, well... I was tripped. By this mouth breather, Troy."

Her face scrunched up in confusion.

"'Mouth breather?'"

"Yeah. You know, a dumb person,"

I suddenly grew quiet, and El noticed.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

I paused. "Yeah. Yeah, it'll be ok." I said.

I knew what she meant but I didn't think it was noteworthy to bring up how I was feeling.

"Y/n." I turn to look at her and she is giving me a knowing look. "Friends tell the truth."

I began to fight tears that were stinging my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall.

"I just... I just miss him. Will, I mean. And the things Troy was saying..." I began feeling myself get worked up again at the mere thought of it. "They were awful. Truly awful, and I just... I'm tired. And worried. And I just want to find my friend."

There was suddenly a somber silence over the group that was quickly broken by El's soothing tone.

"Y/n," she said sternly, pulling my eyes to her. There was a soft demand behind her eyes, willing my gaurd down. "I understand."

I looked at her, a grateful smile on my features and my voice came out in a weak whisper.

"Thank you, El."

She gave me a warm smile in return. It very much resembled the one I gave her the first night we met. It was at this moment I knew. I had just found myself a very unique and powerful friendship; one that stood out from my friendship with the party.

El and I have a lot more in common than I thought.

[bowieemeddow]

TRINITY. (Queen Fanfiction)

Part 1 // Runaway.

Summary: Margaret McCullugh comes to the realisation that her life is a total mess. After an argument she realises she’s had enough; she grabs her bags and runs away.

Note:Hi guys this is the first chapter of my new fanfiction. I’m not the best writer and this is my first time so please go easy on me; there will be grammar and spelling mistakes throughout this chapter. Feedback will be greatly appreciated 🙂

Warnings; Swearing, sexual assault, bad writing, slight Scottish slang (I’m from Scotland and I write the way I talk sorry 😉✌🏻)

Enjoy.

Thursday // May 1970

"I've never wanted to punch him in the face more in my life than at this point of time." I thought to myself as I glared at him across the dining table. Even from what felt like a mile away; I could still see that smug look on his Greg's face.

"Margret! Are you even listening to me?" I tore my focus from my bastard of a step father to my bastard of a mother. "You'll be meeting Thomas next thursday remember. To talk about arrangements."

Ah Thomas Russel. Son to a millionaire family; him being a successful doctor in the making at 22 and is apparently a distant relative of some foreign royal family (to be fair I wasn't listening to the shit leaving my mothers mouth)

The cherry on top of it all; I've never actually met the boy and I'm his fiancé.

"Poor Thomas." Gina; my younger sister mumbled under her breath while eating her dinner.

"Mind your own business you little shit!" I spat kicking her harshly under the table. Believe me I know this makes me look bad but I promise you I'm not a bad sister; I was actually excited when I found out I had another sibling on the way. I loved her even when she was a newborn. It was when she started talking; she turned into a sneaky little bully and mummy's favourite.

"That's enough don't you dare kick your sister again!" She snapped at me.

I cringed at my mothers comment; more because of the way she said it. Trying to act as posh as possible; trying to mask the natural Glaswegian accent she's had her whole life; the same thick apparently "rough" accent I also have yet Gina never developed it as bad as me, my dad had the rough accent and I was a daddy’s girl... before he left us.

"Why do I have to marry him. I didn't him pick him, hell I haven't even met him! Marrying me off to becoming nothing but a trophy wife? Fully dependable on my husband with a big empty house full of loads of children. Nothing to do except cooking and cleaning-"

"Can we please change the topic?! I don't feel like sending you upstairs again." My mum sighed

"Oh mother!" Gina exclaimed making me jump; her bloody voice goes right through me.

"This dinner is absolutely amazing!" I chuckled to myself quietly, Gina is so far up mums arse it's embarrassing.

"Thank you darling I made it myself."

Yeah right did she make this shit, she doesn't even know how to use the stove, it was the cook that made it. All of it is vegan since "meat is the reason why your acne is so bad and you've starting to lose that figure Margaret, you simply don't take proper care of yourself."

“Oh god I forgot! I was meant to take you bra shopping today.” Mum informed Gina

“But she’s only 13 mum. I never got my first bra till I was 15?” I argued, Gina got everything she wanted without having to even lift a finger.

“You should go with them Margaret. You wear too small a bra better go up a size sweets." He smirked away as he took a drink of his wine that's likely more expensive than everything I own.

At that point I was so pissed off I grabbed the closest thing to me which was a potato from my plate funnily enough and threw it at his head. If I wasn’t so pissed off I think would’ve found it difficult to keep a straight face.

Friday// May 1970

While sitting in period 7 English I thought back to last night.

After successfully hitting Greg's big head with a potato for his inappropriate comment about his step daughter's breasts; Mum took his side and got sent upstairs without eating anything for the rest of the night; not like I wanted to eat any of that shit anyway.

"God he's so cute!" The girl next to me squealed to her friends who were both in front of her; their chairs turned from their tables to form a circle that I was sadly apart of. I wasn friends with the three girls; Tracey, Yasmine and Gemma were the popular girls, the best housewives in the making.

I looked down at the newspaper which Tracey had in her hands, it was crumpled up due to her "fan girl" moment taking over her senses.

"The Gregory Special." The newspaper was called;

Only rich wankers read it.

"Thomas Russel is ready to settle down but who's the lucky girl?"

It said with a picture of the boy himself below it . Wasn't his best picture; he was probably flirting with some random girl in while the photo was being taken.

"So who is the bitch huh?" Gemma spat as Tracey read away at the newspaper trying to figure it out.

"YOU! Mrs Reynolds wants to see you in her office.” My English teacher shouted pointing at me it made the three girls jump back to their original spots as if they were actually listening to the lesson.

Shit what have I done now; I usually lose track at this point.

While putting my things in my bag I looked over at the three girls to see them scanning back through the newspaper frantically to find out who the "lucky woman" was.

I accidentally let out a chuckle of sympathy which caught their attention.

“I’m sorry, is there something you want to say?” Jemma snapped.

"Yeah I do actually since you three can't read for shit. Page 24." I sassed back and waited a moment.

"Margaret McCullugh? Who the bloody hell is that?!" I rolled my eyes at the stupidness.

"Margaret McCullugh. Now." My teacher shouted across the classroom which I nodded to standing up and grabbing my bag and coat with a grin on my face.

The three girls had their mouths wide open once they put two and two together; it was me.

"Bye girls." I whispered chuckling while leaving the classroom.

...

"Please tell me you are joking Miss McCullugh?" Mrs Reynolds pleaded with me

"What's wrong with what I want to do once I leave here?" I argued back.

"Your mother is a politician; she could bloody well be the prime minister in a several years time. How is she gonna get there with her child wanting to do.... textile design?" She gagged at the though of me becoming something that wasn't a doctor or lawyer.

"Why does it fucking matter anyway I can't even do what I want. My mums already set up my whole life." I argued back slouching in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest.

Fuck being ladylike.

"Ah your talking about your engagement with Thomas Russel. Your mother wants you to just be okay, she's worked hard for where she is right now and it was a risky thing she done to get there. She doesn't want you taking any risks when you go onto be a politician or a lawyer-"

"Or a textile design artist." I corrected for her not giving in to her manipulation.

"Margaret I know you okay. Through these past 6 years that you've been in this school you've been very strong willed and feministic attitude to social issues and topics."

"Damn right-"

"But I'm sorry to burst your bubble but this is a patriarchal society we are living in. Woman will not change society. Ever."

I was beyond pissed at this moment of time. I shot up off my seat and slammed down both my hands on her desk in order to shut her up.

"Fucking watch me then!”

...

Saturday // May // 1970

"Hey chickadee." Tana smiled as she came into one of the private rooms of the pub, she lifted my feet and plopped herself next to me in the booth then put my feet back down to they were resting on her lap.

"Hi." I said stretching slightly as I shut my notebook over immediately and set it down on the table.

Tana was probably one of my only friends at this point of time; the moment she turned 19 she was allowed to decorate her parents bar; to which she called me up and asked to borrow my creative mind for help. Before it was just an old looking bar where young ones likes to hang out; now it was a modern neon, rock music bar.

"Glam Rock" it was called and it was placed in a more poverty ridden area of Glasgow. If my mum found out I was here I'd get murdered.

Every Saturday night people from everywhere would come here and celebrate a new "generation" as they called it.

"This new rock generation is gonna grow everywhere. Where men dress like women and women dress like men. Completely and utterly flamboyant!" I remember Tana saying to me when I first came across this bar; it was a Saturday morning and she was getting ready for a party. I was here because I was trying to find the record shop since they sell limited editions for half off.

"We just need someone to spread Glam Rock to every corner of the world."

"HELLO EARTH TO MARGARET!" She shouted snapping her fingers in front of me.

"Huh?" I said snapping back to reality.

"I said were you writing something?" She said pointing to my notebook, I didn't answer yet again because I was too busy admiring what she was wearing.

"For fuck sake! Have you took something?" She laughed trying to get my attention again.

"Sorry, sorry just had a long day. Thinking about what kind of punishment I'll get this time once I make my way home." I chuckled

"Anyways what did you say again?"

"Writing songs... oh and you've also got your camera."

"When am I not writing songs or taking photos Tana?" I said sitting up to grab my vodka and lemonade and down it.

"That's very true. So, let's see what photos you took." She said as she pulled off her slip on heels so she could fold them in a basket.

I put down the two photos I took on the table.

"Have you got a pen." I asked her as she admired the photos.

"Umm.. yeah I think somewhere in they drawers." She said turning her head to the left to show me where it was.

"This bar does look fucking amazing, you have to admit it."

"It's because I decorated it Tana. I hate to toot my own horn here but I'm fucking brilliant at decorating." I laughed as I took one of the photos and wrote the location and date behind it; then done the same with the other.

"You're good at everything you do it does my head in." Tana complained with a groan as she ran her fingers through her black long curly hair.

"I'm not."

"You are. You can paint, you create these amazing clothes, you can play the piano like no one else. You're an amazing singer..." my smile dropped as I grabbed both the photos from Tana's grip and stuck them in my bra for safekeeping before sticking the the pen back in the drawer; the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop, or more like you could here me slamming the drawer shut.

"Maggie-"

"I'm not a singer." I said interrupting her.

"Correction, your mum says your not a singer. But frankly love, you're  the best singer I've ever heard. You should join a band."

"That'll never happen."

....

Sunday // May 1970

Walking up the driveway of my massive house barefoot with my heels in my hand, my make up and hair a mess I knew I was in for it.

I accidentally fell asleep at Tana's last night and now it's 8am in the morning.

I walked in the house and shut the door behind me.

"MARGARET BEATRIX MCCULLUGH!" I heard my mum screech as the sound of her heels became louder and louder.

"God don't say my middle name." I cringed with my face scrunched up; a massive migraine was starting to take its toll on me.

"Where were you?" She shrieked once again; I'm starting to see stars with how bad my freaking headache is. It's way to bright in this house.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep at Tana's I should've called you it's my mistake I won't let it happen again."

One thing to know about me; when I'm in the wrong I apologise.

One thing to know about my mum; she throws my apology right back in my face and calls me immature.

"TANAS!" She started to trail behind me as I clumsily made my way up the stairs to my bedroom door. Once I reached the door I got an overwhelming feeling that I was about to vomit so I stopped for a moment to calm myself down.

I leaned my forehead against the cool marble that the whole house was made from to cool myself down.

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU! NO GOING TO ROCK GLAM, NO DRINKING, NO KISSING RANDOM GIRLS OR BOYS."

She caught a glimpse at my notebook; purple velvet and green floral exterior. She knew exactly what it was and snatched it from my hand.

"Hey!-"

"AND NO MAKING SONGS. NO SINGING SONGS I TOLD YOU NOT TO SING OR WRITE THEY DIRTY LYRICS."

I snatched the book from her and held it right to my chest. This book was my lyrics, my ideas, my thoughts, feeling. My whole life.

"ITS CALLED ROCK MUM! Get with the times, it's the Beatles that are popular now, not fucking hymns." I snapped as I walked into my room. Before I got the chance to shut the door over she was already invading my space.

"I don't give a shit what it's called. Stop it okay! That part of your life is over. It's time to grow up and face reality. You are engaged-"

"I'm not marrying him you can fuck right off." I looked at her through my full length mirror as she walked up to me. Her expensive heels clicking against my flooring as she walked closer to me.

"You're an ungrateful human being you know that. I found you a man; a millionaire who can take care of you for life you won't have to work a day in your life-"

"Yeah that's what I'll do, I'll go right ahead and marry a man I don't marry so that I'll birth all his kids and be his perfect dumb trophy wife for life. You worked hard to get where you are, why can't I work hard in something I wane you do. I don't need a man to do that." I said smothered in sarcasm making my mother roll her eyes.

"You and your bloody pride. Here's the real world Margaret; a woman's purpose main purpose in life is to get married and as the bible preached, have children. You'll never be anything different." She spat.

"You're going to the Russel's household on Thursday morning  for you to plan the wedding with your fiancé with a big bloody smile on your face you hear me?"

I chuckled softly as I walked up so our faces our almost touching; her Chanel No.5 tickling my nose.

"I'd love to see you try." I spat in her face. I suddenly gasped as her hand connected with my cheek forcing my face to the side as my cheek started to warm up almost instantly.

"I hate you, you're not my daughter you know! I should've aborted you when I had the chance you know that! If it killed me oh well, as long AS YOU WHERE NEVER BORN." She screamed in my face, she turned to leave my room to meet Greg leaning against the door frame.

"Are you okay Darling?" Greg asked my mum; his voice all sweet and soft making my scoff and roll my eyes.

She ignored him and left in anger.

"Would you get the fuck out of my room?!" I asked, his head snapped from watching my mum as she made her way down the landing and down the stairs to me.

"Seems you need to be put in your place a bit huh?" He asked as he walked up to me, so close to my face I could feel his breath hit my skin.

"I don't see the bad thing about being a trophy wife Sweets? You'd be a damn good one anyway."He chuckled as he looked at me up and down licking his lips. His hands were resting on my arse ready to give it a spank. A sudden spur of anger and confidence caused me to push him back.

"Touch me again and I swear I'll rip your tongue out."

"You don't have the guts." He simply said before leaving the room.

He's right I didn't have the guts, I didn't have the guts to go to the police and ruins my mother's career that she worked so hard for when it got out to the media that her husband is a child molester.

So Ive kept my mouth shut for years.

I feel hot years fill my eyes, I take a long deep breath in an attempt to calm myself down while looking up at the ceiling to try and stop the crying; I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

That's when I found myself packing a suitcase, grabbing my passport, some money I had. A couple of outfits to keep me going two or three weeks.

I grabbed my notebook, my Polaroid camera and my box full of Polaroid's and squashed it all into one massive suitcase.

I had to leave the rest so I could move quickly.

___

An hour later my family left to go out for lunch without me. I sat at the window and watched them leave.

I watched them get smaller smaller until eventually I couldn't seem them at all.

I would never see them again.

I grabbed my suitcase, grabbed the keys to my mums car and fucked off out of there with the intention of never returning again.

_____

I just had to put Harry Styles in there somewhere.

Sorry not sorry 🤪😩

[bts5sosempire]

BTS Reaction: small short s/o

A/n: this one took me longer to finished.

Kim Seokjin:

Jin doesn't know what is funnier to him, you trying to reach the top of the cabinet or the way you are struggling to keep your toes hoisting you up. He saw how your face scrunches up and the way you bit your lower lip in frustration.

You let out a loud huff as you were annoyed. You weren't that short, maybe just an inch or two shorter than the average height, but you are there in the 5 feet zone!

Turning your face away, you saw out of the corner of your eyes there was Jin there with amusement written all over his face as he tries not to laugh. You motion a hand for him to come over and he walks over to you and his height tower over your form. Jin grabs the bottle of honey and salt you were trying so desperately to get. He looks down and there was little happiness twinkling in your eyes.

“Thank you, Jin!” You shouted before accepting the salt and honey from him before scurrying away to the table to prep the meat. But you came back and tell him to lower himself so you can give them a kiss before running back.

Jin giggles to himself. He can see the little imaginary tail wagging behind you proudly.

Min Yoongi:

You and Yoongi were walking down the crowded street of Saitama. Both of your eyes spot a black bear mascot, with two rosy cheeks and its little white eyes with black pupils. “Are you seeing what I'm seeing?” You ask Yoongi and look at him out of the corner of your eyes with a wide grin. Yoongi tug on your hand and you both quicken your steps to get to the bear Kumamon.

There were children with their parents as they were taking pictures. You excitedly stood next to Yoongi as your excitement was skyrocketing. Yoongi doesn't know if seeing you acting like a kid ever made him this happy, and he is because he is in the same boat as you. You both practically love Kumamon and literally bonded over it.

It took a moment for the children to clear out and you both walk over to Kumamon and the photographer told you both to smile and took a few pictures. The photographer handed the photos to you and Yoongi. But there was something that made laugh. “You look so small, it's cute.” He pointed out the height. You were almost at the equal height of the bear, but a tab bit taller. “I'm keeping this one.”

He stuffs it in his pocket and hands you the other photo for you to keep.

Jung Hoseok:

Every single time Hoseok sees you, he hugs and kisses you. You fit like in the center of his palm, and he would like to say that today is just one of those days. Hoseok saw you all wrapped up in a bundle like a newborn prop on the couch as your laptop lay on your lap and watch K-Dramas.

Your glasses keep falling off on your nose bridge and you keep pushing it back up. Hoseok ran to you with his high pitch squeal and glomp you on the couch. He put your laptop aside and start rocking you back and forth in his arms. “You look like a baby,” he breathlessly said, “so small and cute!”

“Are you teasing me because I'm smaller than Jimin?” You look innocently at Hoseok who grab your face and puff out your cheeks and lips.

“No you are cuter than him,” Hoseok squeezes the living life out of you. “You are my Little Riceball.”

“Riceball?” You ask him with a pout and a frown, “Do I look round to you?” This made Hoseok tells you to stay still and accept his love and affection, while he kept calling you ‘Little Riceball’.

Kim Namjoon:

Life couldn't get anymore greater for you. Your short self had decided to climb the shelf that is full of snacks and different kind of flavors. You manage to bring down a whole shelf with you. Luckily you didn't get hurt.

“(Name) which one do you-” Namjoon appeared out of the corner and saw you gasp at him, “-would go with the…bulgogi.”

You can see the disappointment on his face as you try to help the employee picking up all the snacks from the ground as two other male employees put the shelf back. “Namjoon this isn't what it looks like!” You suddenly stand up and three bags of chips fell from your arms. You hurriedly put the snacks on the shelf and apologize to the employees endlessly before running to Namjoon who looks like he is ready to scold you.

“You could've told me to help you to get the snacks.” He told you like it was the most obvious thing in the world, with a deadpanned look.

“But you were like four aisles away! And I didn't think that...this would happen, oh well.” He smacks your head with a pack of meat and you look at the ground in guilt.

“At least your shorty self is okay,” Namjoon looks at the employees and made a slight bow and apologizes for your behavior. “Let's go,” he drags you along. “And I'm not mad at you also.”

Park Jimin:

Your height made Jimin more protective of you at all time. Anywhere you are, he was there silently watching…and listening. You had decided to visit him and everyone was practicing for the upcoming comeback. As soon as the dance choreography told everyone to take a short break, Jimin came flying at you at top speed like a jet.

“My second Mochi!” His overly affectionate self consumed you as you fall onto the side of the couch. Jimin likes to stick to you like glue. He was always happy to see you and there's no doubt that he'll let you leave his arms.

“Jimin…” Muffling out his name, he let's go of you and his big smile on his face never disappear. You turn away from him and hand him a water bottle with three containers that were stack on top one another, and another one.

“Is all of this for me?” He happily asks you and you nodded at him. Jimin didn't waste time to open up the containers and the food wafts in the air. “You should eat too, so you'll grow,” He teases and gives you a piece of the food and you accept it with a glare and a shy blush adorned your face.

“I smell food, did (Name) noona made it?” A loud Jungkook asks while there were thunderous footsteps of many coming yours and Jimin's ways. All Jimin can do is trying to shoo them away pointlessly as they all start grabbing food from the containers and you laugh at his reaction.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung had come to visit you and see a little kid no older than seven open the door for him. “Who are you?”

“I'm (Name)'s boyfriend.”

“I didn't know that Little Auntie had a boyfriend? Auntie (Name) your boyfriend is here!” Your nephew shouted so loud that three other kids pop out from the kitchen. Your nephew that open the door ran off to inform you.

Taehyung walks inside and saw it was havoc.

“Kwangmin, Kamjoo, and Solyong!” With a loud voice, there was loud laughter.

“Auntie your boyfriend is here!”

“Hoseon I told you about not to open door to people and strangers without telling me first,” you scold the boy and emerge from the kitchen. Your hair was quite dishelved and disarray like your clothes.

Taehyung saw you carry another kid on your back as the baby slept through all the commotions.

“Oh hi Taehyung,” greeting your boyfriend, Solyong, your niece came to grab your hand.

“Auntie, after you're done the cooking, can you play as little fairy queen again?”

“Why? You can ask Kwangmin to be the fairy king this time.” Solyong shook her head.

“No, you fit the small height of being the fairy queen. Plus you're small like us.”

Taehyung can't help it but grin at you who sigh in defeat and told her you'll play with her when you're done with the cooking and put little baby Nayoung to sleep properly. Taehyung saw you glare at him as you can read his mind, and he can't help it but comment it.

“Little Fairy Queen.” He giggles.

Jeon Jungkook:

Each time you jump, Jungkook jumps too. You were getting tired as he was teasing your height. He often pats your head and uses you like a little armchair. “Is my little (Name) getting mad?” He teases out with such a mocking voice that you want to punch that smile of his off his face.

“Jungkook I'm serious, give me back my floppy disc, I need it for work.” You were getting angry at his little smug attitude. Sometimes he takes the short joke too far that you won't be sorry for him anymore if you decide to do a roundhouse kick at him.

“What is so important that you won't even spend time with me little shorty?” Jungkook put the floppy disc in his back pocket.

“I swear to all the gods of all the religions that I won't be sorry if you don't give it back to me, I need it for work and my deadline is coming very soon.” With a glare, Jungkook doesn't look phased at all, and he is underestimating you to take him down.

“Nope.” Jungkook pops out the ‘p’ and this set you off.

You grab his arm forcefully over your shoulder and you turn your back and throw him over with all your strength. Just because you're small that doesn't mean you can't handle someone bigger than you.

Jungkook let out a groan and you squat down and flip him over into his stomach and grab out the disc from his pocket jean. “I told you so.” With a victory grin, you walk off happily and go back to finishing your work.

Jungkook lay on the ground and thinks for a moment.

“Holy shit she's strong.” He wheezes out. He can confirm that you are a Bong-soon in disguise.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E3; Chapter Three, Holly, Jolly - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Gender Neutral!Reader Series

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘠/𝘯, 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘈 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳.

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Hopper pulls up to the library, thankful to get a spot up front. He steps out of the vehicle and makes his way inside, Powell behind him.

Hopper takes off his hat as he enters the building, making sure to send a big smile to the librarian.

"Hey, Marissa. How you doin'?"

The disapproving look on Marissa's face never left as she spoke.

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here."

"What?"

"You could have at least called, said, 'Marissa! Hey, it's not gonna work out. Sorry, I wasted your time. I'm a dick.'"

Powell was unsure of what to do; he looked from Marissa to Hopper, waiting.

Hopper only stares ahead for a moment, unsure of what to say. Finally, with a subtle smirk, he mutters,

"Yep."

She looks to him, shaking her head expectantly. He seemed at a loss for words again as he shook his head.

"I'm sorry. Uh... Maybe we could go out again next week?" He offers, hoping for the best. She slowly turns her head to Powell and gives him a 'is he for real?' look. In turn, Powell slowly looks over to Hopper awkwardly. Hopper, already knowing he chose his words poorly, visibly cringed, and was eager to change the subject.

"Newspapers? You guys got newspapers around here?"

Marissa had shown them over to the filing cabinet and started pulling out drawers, naming the selections.

"We have the New York Times, the Post, all the big ones. Organized by year and topic. You can find the corresponding microfiche in the reading room." She briefly gestures behind her.

"Okay, we're looking for anything on the Hawkins National Laboratory."

"Well, shouldn't you be looking for that missing kid?"

"Yeah." He states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We are."

She nods her head, suspicious.

"Uh, so, why don't you start with the Times, and we'll check out the Post."

Marissa scoffs and looks behind her to Powell, unsure if he's serious. She turns back to Hopper and lets out a soft 'hmph!' before strutting away. Powell steps forward and lowers his voice in a questioning tone.

"The librarian?"

Hopper shrugs wildly before diving into the drawers of files.

The two men had gathered a handful of files and set to work in the other room. Each at their own microfiche, reading every column.

Hopper scanned another column that caught his attention.

'ALLEGED EXPERIMENTS, ABUSE' by T. Bridges.

"Terry Ives' legal case against embattled research scientist Dr. Martin Brenner suffered another setback today when the district attorney's office formally refused to press criminal charges against Brenner, his fellow researchers, assistants, or the project's sponsors, citing lack of evidence. Local law enforcement executed a search..."

Next column.

'MKULTRA EXPOSED' by T. Bridges

"The trust of the American people has been shaken to its core as a special inquiry into a covert CIA operation, code-named MK ULTRA, has exposed the extensive details about that which has been haunting the nation for the past decade. Six subjects have come forward..."

This particular column was accompanied by a negative of seven people. Five of which were slightly disheveled, in hospital gowns. A man in a turtleneck and blazer stood obediently in the back. A man in a fancy suit and tie, holding a clipboard stood front and center. A man with whom Hopper guessed to be Brenner.

Next slide.

'DR. MARTIN BRENNER NAMED IN LAWSUIT' by A. Ward - Staff Writer

"Senior researcher Doctor Martin Brenner and seven other staff researchers have been named in a new lawsuit filed today on behalf of former federal research study participant, Terry Ives. Dr. Brenner's attorney in conjunction with the Department of Energy has asked the circuit court to seal the details of the lawsuit until the attorney general's office can determine that no federal..."

Hopper found himself more engrossed and confused as he read.

"...her newborn daughter for scientific research. Following an investigation, the district attorney has already declined to press criminal kidnapping charges against the research facility and staff, citing lack of evidence. Dr. Brenner's attorney called Ms. Ives' allegations baseless and tragic, citing Dr. Brenner's excellent reputation, his twenty recent peer-reviewed scientific papers..."

The next slide was a short column with another accompanying photo. Although the picture was small and blurry, it wasn't hard to see the grief-stricken features on the young woman.

TERRY IVES SUING - 'They took my daughter' by Benjamin Buck

"After the district attorney's office declined to press criminal charges citing lack of evidence, local resident Terry Ives is not giving up her search for justice for herself and her daughter, and this morning filed a lawsuit against research scientist Dr. Martin Brenner and his staff.

Ms. Ives' suit seeks unspecified damages against Dr. Brenner and his facility, alleging physical abuse, sleep deprivation, malnourishment, and multiple allegations of kidnapping; both attempted and successful..."

Hopper sighed, trying his best to swallow all of this new information.

'What the hell has been happening in this damn town?'

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Three. One. Five. The numbers on the strange new bracelet read three one five.

Thankfully, El was able to find her way back outside by the large telephone pole where Mike told her to meet them. But El was still nervous. She just hoped no one had spotted her.

El couldn't find it in her ability to stay still. She couldn't stop pacing and she was subconsciously shaking out her hands, her nerves shot.

'What if someone saw her?'

She eagerly checked the bracelet, muttering aloud to herself.

"Three-one-five. Three-one-five. Three-one-five..." her voice turned soft as her confidence wavered. The only thing that was able to take her attention away from the bracelet was the familiar sound of meowing next to her.

Shocked, she looked over to see a scrawny orange cat staring at her from the other side of the fence. It began to meow again and panic and guilt crashed over her as once again another terrible memory resurfaced.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

The white cat in the cage before Eleven let out a terrible hiss at her. Her head began to shake as she strained her ability. The combination of the cat growling and hissing and the frantic beeping of the machines was enough to push her even further.

She didn't want to. She never wanted to hurt this poor creature. But she knew that if she didn't, she would have to face the consequences. She would have to go back there. The cat gave out another deep growl and Eleven tried to the best of her ability not to cry. Not to break.

The cat began snarling, and it quickly turned to whimpers of pain. Eleven was freely crying now as she looked between the frightened cat and Papa. She gave one final look at the cat before yanking the wires off her head in defeat.

No. She couldn't.

She wouldn't.

She looked at Papa defeated. She shook her head in defiance, though her sobbing gave away her true feelings. He only stared at her in disapproval.

"No! No!" She struggled and kicked. She fought back with all her might while Papa stood at the end of the hallway. Doing nothing.

"Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa!" She screamed her throat raw as the men dragged her away, yet as always Papa only watched it happen.

"No!" Her shrieks grew more violent as she neared the room.

She couldn't go back in there.

She couldn't.

The men tossed her inside and began closing the door.

She wouldn't.

Eleven stood to her feet and before they could close the steel door, she threw it open in a fit of rage, her attention quickly shifting to one of the men doing this her. In the very next instant, his back was thrown into the ceramic just behind him. His limp body slipped to the floor, leaving a large hole in the tile.

The second man spared a second to look before turning to her to try and restrain her.

Before he could even step foot in the room, he was dead on the floor, his neck snapped. All with the flick of her head.

Overwhelmed with exhaustion, she collapsed against the wall, her nose and ears bleeding.

Papa appeared. He took one look at the cracked wall, to the collapsed man, and then at Eleven. Yet she couldn't move. She was completely drained, all she could do was stare at him. He slowly stepped towards her, staring at her.

She looked up at him in fear of what would happen next, and what did was not something she could have anticipated. He slowly reached his hands out, cupping her face. Sobs wracked her body, and he stared at her in awe.

"Incredible."

He reached down, scooping her into his arms. He carried her out of the room and down the hallway, staring at her sobbing form as if he hadn't been the one to cause it.

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

"El!"

El turned her head to see Mike, Y/n, Lucas and Dustin. They were walking their bikes across the muddy grass in her direction.

Mike looked to her concerned as he, as well as the others, turned their bikes around.

"You okay?"

Relieved to see her friends, she nodded her head.

Mike gave the seat of his bike a few pats.

"Hop on. We only have a few hours."

Hesitantly, she walked forward. But she complied nonetheless and got on Mike's bike, and the five of them peddled off.

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

The five us were walking our bikes through the woods. Dustin and Lucas were in the back, while Mike and El were just a few steps in front of me. El was looking around as she walked and suddenly I felt her eyes on me. I suddenly became very self-conscious of my cut.

I got it to stop bleeding eventually, but I don't know how I will ever explain this to Mom. She worries so easily. And, I don't think I have ever had a cut this big but I'll survive. My thoughts are cut short when I become very aware of the fact that El had fallen back next to me and was now looking at me with concern.

"Why did they hurt you?" Her voice came out very soft but was laced with concern.

"Huh?" I asked surprised.

El extended her arm out and pointed to my chin. I looked down, upset with how things went today.

"Oh, that. I uh, well... I was tripped. By this mouth breather, Troy."

Her face scrunched up in confusion.

"'Mouth breather?'"

"Yeah. You know, a dumb person,"

I suddenly grew quiet, and El noticed.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

I paused. "Yeah. Yeah, it'll be ok." I said.

I knew what she meant but I didn't think it was noteworthy to bring up how I was feeling.

"Y/n." I turn to look at her and she is giving me a knowing look. "Friends tell the truth."

I began to fight tears that were stinging my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall.

"I just... I just miss him. Will, I mean. And the things Troy was saying..." I began feeling myself get worked up again at the mere thought of it. "They were awful. Truly awful, and I just... I'm tired. And worried. And I just want to find my friend."

There was suddenly a somber silence over the group that was quickly broken by El's soothing tone.

"Y/n," she said sternly, pulling my eyes to her. There was a soft demand behind her eyes, willing my gaurd down. "I understand."

I looked at her, a grateful smile on my features and my voice came out in a weak whisper.

"Thank you, El."

She gave me a warm smile in return. It very much resembled the one I gave her the first night we met. It was at this moment I knew. I had just found myself a very unique and powerful friendship; one that stood out from my friendship with the party.

El and I have a lot more in common than I thought.