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A for Effort [Hotch x Reader]

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Prompt: A meet-cute of how Aaron met the non-BAU reader at Penelope’s theater improv group show. And how Aaron accompanies the reader to host her Halloween extra-credit horror movie watch and discussion for her students.

Pairing: Hotch x fem presenting reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns.

Category: Angst/fluff/comfort

Word Count: 8.2K

Content Warnings: Canon typical violence (unsub drugs and beats teenagers, Hotch takes a beating, awkwardness, mention of being cheated on (reader’s boyfriend cheats on her with a best friend), mention of separation, light drinking, unwanted touch (a guy is handsy with the reader), vomit is mentioned (in the context of the film The Exorcist), religious themes, mention of intimacy (sexual touch over the clothes) If I missed any, please let me know.

A/N: This one is just me having fun. I did give my students extra credit where we watched a horror movie and discussed the elements of the film. I couldn’t help but picture Aaron there with me, so I wrote this. I teach English but I’ve made this story that there could be a plethora of subjects. I really like the meet-cute element of this story. It was fun to write. If you like this story, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Below I have included some cultural definitions for my international readers. If you’re from the States, especially the South and you know what dance halls and cotilion are, then feel free to skip this. I just want to make sure my readers feel included. Please know I am not good at line dancing or swing dancing - I do ballet to this is not my personal dance style. Lastly, before I sign off, you can vote for the next Aaron story you want from me at this post (linked). I hope you have a great night - Love Levi

Definitions

Dance Hall: An enclosed space with a dance floor, a stage for live music, and a bar (normally). The space is pretty age-inclusive and most music is country. Couples and singles come and often mix and match partners. Some people go to show off their skills here. The dances are normally line dances or swing dancing which relies a lot on improv. The lighting is normally dimmed, though not as much as at a nightclub.

Cotillion: Essentially manners class. These can be after school or on the weekends. It’s associated with the debutant circle and court.

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_y/n_ = your name

_l/n_ = your last name

_y/l/g/s_ = your local grocery store

_y/e/c_ = your eye color.

_y/f/a(s)/s_ = your favorite art (or science) subject - aka English, film, art, psychology, etc.

_y/u_ = your university

_y/s’s/d’s/b_ = your subject’s department’s building

Aaron sat down in the second to last folding chair with a very small grunt. The sound was so quiet that Spencer, who was on his right side, didn’t even notice that he had made it. The last case had seen Hotch tracking down a stalker who was preying on teenage girls, drugging and beating them severely before dumping their bodies on the steps of their parent's houses to be found the next morning. Aaron had experienced the strength of the forty-seven-year-old unsub as they had sprinted down an alleyway. The team had gotten to the fifth victim just in time. With Rossi, Spencer, and Emily taking care of the teen, Aaron and Morgan gave chase on foot. When both met a crossroads, each took a path. Aaron took the sidewalk to the left. Using all of his strength, Hotch had been able to catch up to the unsub. When they reached a dead end, the power balance changed. The unsub, Kevin Leery, realized his only means of escape was fighting his way out. The man quickly turned before Aaron, who was now pretty winded from all the running, could pull his sidearm. Hotch had been victorious, though, by the state of his aching body, he might not say so. Rossi had called the paramedics for him. The medics assured Rossi and the team, more than himself, that he would be fine in a few days. That there were no broken bones, just some bruised ribs, and a pretty battered left hand. Aaron’s attention shifted as there seemed to be movement behind the small curtain that was waiting to be raised. Hotch was glad for this distraction. He needed his mind on other things than his body. When Garcia had taken up improv as a hobby, the whole team was on board. Especially Morgan. Derek, at least twice a week would say, “Now Babygirl, when do we get to see a performance?” Penelope would blush and say, “When we’re ready. You can’t rush talent, and the whole troupe is still getting everyone else's vibe.” Aaron would give a small smile that he tried to hide when he overheard these conversations. Improv felt like the perfect art for his technical analyst. When the first performance was announced, Garcia printed fliers and invited the whole team to come and watch the show and then grab dinner afterward. Everyone had joyfully agreed. Aaron had marked the date on his personal calendar over a month out. He ensured that Jack could be at Hailey’s that day. The anticipation grew as the one-night performance loomed. Garcia had said a few things about breaking the fourth wall and audience participation. Hotch was sure that whoever was picked wouldn’t be him. Garcia knew him too well to let that happen. Part of him wanted whoever was making that choice pick to Derek. He thought it would be fun to see his friend on stage attempting to play an act. And Aaron knew that Morgan was easy-going enough to play along with whatever the group had him do.

Aaron’s thoughts were pulled from the curtain and any movement that may or may not be going on behind it as someone tapped his shoulder and asked, “Sorry is this seat taken?” Hotch’s eyes snapped to the woman who was standing in the small aisle of the tiny theater the improv group had rented out for the evening. Aaron’s gaze looked into the inquisitive face of the stranger, and he said, “Yes, I mean no, No it’s not. Feel free to sit here. Sorry.” Hotch wasn’t sure why he was being stuttery all of a sudden. Most of it was probably because the woman who was now settling into the chair very close to his was incredibly beautiful. However, what Hotch told himself was that this mystery woman was holding flowers and he wasn’t. Hotch stopped himself from face-palming. He had forgotten to bring flowers for Penelope. He would profusely apologize after and then pay whatever amount he needed to get a florist to drop off an arraignment when he got back home. The woman next to him with some trepidation given his recent slip. She made one final shift, as she set her purse and the flowers on the ground in front of her and pulled out the program for the two-act play. While doing this, she inadvertently brushed her thigh up against his. Aaron felt a rush through his body at the contact. Very quietly the woman said, “Sorry.” Hotch looked over, and she was looking at him as if she was making sure he was alright for the unintended contact. Hotch gave a small nod and said, “Don’t worry about it.” After the contact, the person sitting next to him seemed to be the only thing he could focus on. She had pulled her legs and body tight into the chair, to not touch him again. The light scent of her perfume washed over him with her body heat. They were just an inch or two apart, and Hotch couldn’t help but observe her as she flipped through the program with an interest. To not seem weird or be caught staring, Aaron looked to his right at the team. If Spencer had noticed his odd behavior, the boy-wonder wasn’t letting on. But when Hotch’s eyes moved one chair over, Rossi looked at him with eyebrows raised. This time Aaron couldn't stifle the sigh that he let out at seeing Dave’s expression. His best friend on the team was always on to him about lighting up. About living a little. Aaron always rebuffed these comments. He thought he lived plenty -- and nearly died in the field more than that. All of these conversations, stated or unstated, had started a respectful time after Hailey had left him. Hotch was sure Rossi, and the whole team had seen that his marriage had been crumbling as much as he did. Maybe they saw it before he did. If they had, they didn’t say anything about it apart from Dave, and one very kind comment from Emily. Prentiss had asked him one day late in the office, “Are you alright, Aaron?” It was a hypothetical question, and he replied, “I think I am. Thank you for asking, Em.” They had left it at that. Aaron still thought about that comment sometimes. There was a small movement from the companion to his left like they had heard his sigh and stilled their movements because of it. Aaron willed himself to not look back at the woman. Thankfully the lights dimmed and the curtain raised.

The play was about a man who worked at an office and was slowly losing his mind. The program said the idea was loosely based on the short story, “Bartleby the Scrivener” by Melville. Garcia played the perky secretary who was always badgering the lead about this private life. The play was funny. The dynamic between the actors was natural as they riffed off each other and the confines of the small narrative being built between them. As the first act ramped to conflict with the lead, a youthful-looking man with a mustache broke the fourth wall and said, “But Maddison," which was Penelope’s character’s name, "there’s something I haven’t told you. I have a fiance! And they’re in the room with us” The small crowd in the room all took an intake of breath at the revelation. Suddenly everyone in the small assembled crowd looked at each other. Penelope said, “Well get her up here this instant! I’ve got to meet her. She must be mental if she’s in love with you.” There was a second that with bated horror, that Aaron thought the lead was going to point at him. But the man’s pointer finger pointed at the woman sitting next to him. All eyes turned to her. Aaron could see her deflate a tiny bit. As the man on stage said, “Come up here, beloved. Come and meet the source of my madness.” The woman got up and as she moved toward the stage, he guessed that the protagonist hadn’t informed her beforehand that this would be happening. In the back of his mind, Aaron thought, “What a dick move.” The man helped the woman up onto the stage. She was wearing a skirt, and she was more careful that she didn’t flash anyone as she was hoisted up on the stage than the man helping her upward. At seeing this, something small in Aaron twitched up comfortably. When the woman was on stage, Penelope rushed forward and hugged the woman. Aaron could see that Pen had also seen what he had. Hotch could see in Garcia’s embrace both an act and a real gesture of comfort. Garcia pulled back and asked, “So, you’re cooped up with this old bat all hours of the day and night? How are you coping with that?” There was a tense silence while the audience waited for the woman to respond. The lead moved toward the woman, and his right hand found purchase on her lower back. The woman seemed to lean into the touch. Aaron immediately assumed that the two were a couple. It would make sense if the mustache man had picked her. The silence persisted. It lay heavy over the crowd. It became awkward as the woman looked at the man and the audience. Her eyes shone with anxiety. Finally, the man said, “Have nothing to say about me, darling?” At this, finally, the woman said, looking directly, intently at the man, “Oh sweetness, I could go on and on, and on about you. I just don’t think your friend would like what I have to say.” As soon as that line was uttered, the curtain fell, signaling the short intermission.

The crowd cheered and applauded as the cast and the woman were veiled. Aaron could hear Emily and JJ, and Derek and Rossi’s conversations about the show so far. They sounded so happy. As Hotch offered a comment to Spencer about the intricacies of Melville’s writing and how it related to the performance, he couldn’t help but think how the woman, when giving her one line had been acting as well. But some small part of her tone had indicated that it wasn’t all an act. That fact gnawed at Aaron like a dog on a bone. The intermission was short, only about fifteen minutes long. As the minutes ticked by, Hotch waited for the woman to return to her seat. After what felt like an eternally long ten minutes, she reappeared and moved down the row to her seat. Hotch offered her a hand as she steeped with high heels around her purse, program, and flowers to take her seat. Aaron looked at her closely as she sat. It was clear to Aaron that she was less joyful than she had been before the show had started. The woman’s makeup was smudged a bit, and he wondered if she had been crying during the brief break. When she was seated, Hotch removed his hand and the woman, very quietly said, ‘Thank you.” Aaron nodded and replied, “Of course.” The man had mentioned engagement on stage, and he couldn’t help himself from looking for a ring on her left hand. He found none. His wedding ring sat heavy in a box on his bedside table, reminding him of his personal shortcomings. For one tiny moment, his heart ached for his woman. Whatever it was she was going through. Aaron rarely allowed himself to have these extraneous emotions, but in the here and now, he couldn’t seem to stop them. The repetition of the lights dimming and the curtain raising once more stopped any further thoughts on the matter. The second half of the play was as funny as the first as the lead slowly lost his sanity and refused to leave the office, even under the direct order of his boss. Subliminally, Aaron felt called out at that element of the storyline. When the play ended there was thunderous applause and a standing ovation was given to the cast. Everyone slowly filtered out of the room and Hotch noticed as the woman moved to the front of the stage and kissed the lead on the mouth, handing her flowers over to him. Aaron turned his head away at the moment of intimacy between the couple. Something about what had happened during the play didn’t sit right with him, but who was he to comment on relationships?

At the dinner after the show, Pen was showered with the praise she deserved. When things had quieted down, Aaron had over-apologized about not bringing flowers, and Garcia had wholly forgiven him. He asked in a more subdued voice, “So the lead, Richard, he chose who in the audience got called up on stage?” Hotch tried to sound nonchalant but wasn’t sure if he was being convincing. Garcia didn’t seem to notice, and replied, “Yeah. He called his girlfriend, obviously. I’ve had a few conversations with _y/n_ before and after rehearsals. She’s really sweet, and too good for Rich if I’m being honest. I don’t think she appreciated being called out like that.” Aaron nodded as a few more pieces seemed to click into place in his mind. The night wound down, and Hotch managed to get some flowers to Penelope around midnight. It might have cost him $83.75, but it was worth it to get Pen’s text, with a picture attached of the bouquet thanking him profusely. Pen included every flower emoji available in the message. As Aaron got ready to sleep, his thoughts shifted to the woman. He thought back to Garcia’s comments and remembered her name: _y/n_. As he drifted into sleep, he hoped that she was alright. She was happy.

Neither _y/n_or Aaron expected to see the other ever again. But they did a month later. Hotch was doing his weekly grocery shopping at _y/l/g/s_. The person in front of him in line for the check-out had a scant four items on the conveyor belt. The items were a bottle of wine, some strawberries, a bar of 75% dark chocolate, and a dozen pink roses. Hotch sighed softly and thought, ‘At least someone’s having a good time tonight.’ As the woman who looked oddly familiar to him got to the cashier, they rifled through her purse to find their credit card. She softly said, “Shit.” The cashier told her her total of $25.47. The woman said, “I’m sorry I forgot my wallet in my office. Please just put everything back. Sorry for the inconvenience.” At hearing the woman speak, Aaron recognized the voice of the woman who had sat next to him at Penelope’s performance. The woman seemed to be ready to leave, but Aaron stopped her and said, “I’ve got it.” The woman looked over at him and recognized him immediately. _y/n_, “Oh, No. You don’t have to do that.” Hotch gave her a reassuring smile and replied, “Really, it’s no problem.” He added, “You did very good while onstage by the way. You handled it with grace.” The woman flushed. She said a soft, “Thanks.” After a second, she extended her hand and said, “y/n_, _l/n_.” Aaron took her hand and replied, “Aaron, Hotchner.” _y/n_’s palm was warm in his hand. Lost in the moment, and the woman’s eyes. Hotch asked, “Date night?” At hearing this, _y/n_ seemed to cringe a little bit, and he wondered what he had said wrong. From the small assortment of things _y/n_ was attempting to buy, date night seemed to check out. Date night with Rich, as Pen had said last month. Hotch stopped from sighing at the idea. The woman replied a beat later, “It’s a pity party, actually.” Hearing this, Aaron’s eyes furrowed. _y/n_ quickly clarified, “Let me reframe that in a more positive light. I am taking myself on a date.” There was an awkward silence after that statement and a more awkward cough from the cashier. Aaron stepped up and pulled his card from his wallet in the back left pocket of his jeans. Once he had paid for _y/n_’s groceries, the cashier started scanning his items. The young employee had started to put his groceries in the same bag as _y/n_’s items. Aaron thought about saying something, but he stopped himself. The young man working the till seemed flustered, and he didn’t want to add to the man’s distress. It would be okay if he paid for both groceries and their groceries, and then he could separate _y/n_’s items from his own. _y/n_ stood nearby, tentatively. Once Aaron had paid for his things he grabbed another plastic bag. He shifted through his own items to find _y/n_’s. As he put the four products into the new bag, he had to ask, “‘Pity party?’” Hotch missed the large flush and look of shame on _y/n_’s face as she said candidly, “My boyfriend, ex-boyfriend.. Rich. He kinda cheated on me with my best friend. It’s a whole thing.” Hotch couldn’t help himself from cringing at her honesty. At how painful that must have been for _y/n_. All that Aaron’s brain could supply was a soft, “I’m sorry? I didn’t mean to pry into your personal life.” _y/n_ shrugged her shoulders and said, “I mean, all of my friends and colleagues know. I don’t know why it would be much worse with you in the loop too. Plus you bought me my stuff and I appreciate that.” Aaron flushed again saying, “It’s really nothing given the circumstances.” He held his tongue after that. He had already said too much. Hotch couldn’t figure out where his brain went when he was near _y/n_, but it wasn’t his normal calm and composed self, that’s for sure.

Aaron let _y/n_ go to her car to not hold her up from her ‘date night.’ The recesses of Hotch’s brain wished he could get in the car with _y/n_ and join her in whatever activities she had planned for herself that evening. Hotch reprimanded himself for the thought. _y/n_ had just experienced a real pain, a hurt to the soul, and here he was longing after her like a puppy looking for some attention. For a pat on the back. Using more effort than he wished he had to, Aaron let the moment, the feelings for _y/n_ go. He had to for his well-being. He was certain that it was just fate that he and _y/n_ had bumped into each other twice. As Aaron drove back to his place and unloaded his groceries into his fridge, he found the receipt from the store. The four items from _y/n_ stood out at the top of the waxy paper. Again, he let all of those emotions, which he refused to address, go. Aaron fiddled with the buttons on his shirt and then took off his pants, as he moved into his bedroom. He decided to take a shower to clear his thoughts. Maybe to get another kind of relief that he had been missing since Hailey’s departure. Under the cascade of warm water, Aaron let go with his body and, as he began to dry his form with a warm towel, he cleansed his mind of impure thoughts. He wanted to sleep with an empty mind. One that wouldn’t make him feel guilty. As he drifted off, Hotch hoped _y/n_ had also found some kind of release that night.

Another month and a half passed before they had their third meeting. It had been the worst team bonding training of all time. The presenter had cheery slides and made high-school-level references to trust and honesty between team members and cohorts. JJ, Rossi, and Morgan had all looked at him with clear disbelief at what they were being subjected to in the hour-long training. When the presenter mentioned something about a trust fall, Aaron almost lost his cool. He could deal with many things, the long hours, the gore he saw weekly, the stress of leading the team, and his eyestrain, but he drew the line at being forced to endure this. He looked over his team with eyebrows drawn taught. When he looked at Garcia she was laughing unabashedly. The presenter was looking at Penelope unsure of himself. Aaron shot Garcia a look that said, “Please, stop now,” even though he wanted to join in on the hilarity of the situation. Once the team had been released from the presenter’s lecture, Hotch gathered the team and said, “Well I promise you all, that…” He gesticulated with his hands, demonstrating, that training, “will never happen again. If you want some real team bonding let's go to that dance hall Emily keeps trying to get us to go to tonight.” Hearing this Prentiss flushed, but she had been saying that it was a really good time and it was. Emily had had a few great evenings at the new dance hall. After a moment of silence, Rossi said, “Here, here. I for one need a stiff drink after whatever that was.” The whole team seemed to relax after this. At eight-thirty, the team arrived at the venue. The space was large and the lot was full for a Tuesday evening. Everyone had changed except Aaron, who had come straight from the office. He had ditched his jacket in the trunk of his car. His suggestion had been an attempt to take Rossi’s advice to lighten up. As soon as he entered the crowded space, he realized that he had miscalculated. Everyone on the floor, those seated at the benches and tables on the sidelines, and those getting drinks at the bar were dressed very casually. His slacks and loafers didn’t belong here. As a way to deflect from making him the odd man out, Aaron offered to get the first round of drinks. As he got the orders from the team, he moved to the bar, and some of the BAU members, Emily, JJ, and Morgan, found partners and moved to the wooden dance floor. With a slew of drinks in tow. Hotch moved back to his friends and colleagues. Rossi, Penelope, and Spencer took a few sips, as they watched the dancers move to the country music. Aaron knew that this was mostly a Southern culture thing, but he understood that dancing was a universal pleasure, even if he wasn’t particularly good at it. His mother had signed him up for cotillion classes in high school and he reluctantly went every week for a month. His mom had wanted him to grow up the perfect gentleman, and even though he maybe hadn’t picked up all the dance moves, he thought he succeeded pretty well at the rest of it.

As the songs changed there seemed to be some excitement at the center of the floor. A couple was dancing with skill and the other dancers gave them room to improvise their steps and tricks. It was showing off for showing off’s sake. As Aaron looked over the pair on the floor he recognized the woman as _y/n_ from the play and the store. His eyes widened and Hotch looked at Penelope who was also watching _y/n_ with rapt wonder. Aaron turned his eyes back to the floor and the woman was pushed, pulled, dipped, and raised in a multitude of ways and speeds. As _y/n_ was raised in the air, supported by strong arms on her hips, a few cheers came from the crowd and fellow dancers. The woman even waved her hand in acknowledgment of the praise. Uplifted and in the spinning lights, she looked so happy, like she didn’t have a care in the world. Unlike her time on stage, she looked like she belonged up there, floating on air. Hotch felt himself flush all over and he looked away for a second. Rossi watched Aaron’s reaction with more than a little interest. After the song was over there was a small bit of applause at the skill put on display for the crowd. The talented man that had been dancing with _y/n_ kissed her on the cheek chastely. From what Aaron could see, the two were just friends or maybe dance partners, but not much more. Of course, he couldn’t hear what _y/n_ said to him, but as she turned toward Hotch’s group, there were no signs of arousal in her face or body, just unabated joy. Aaron hadn’t seen her this happy before, and he flushed again. Aaron internally told himself to ‘get a grip.' _y/n_ walked toward their table, not noticing them yet.

As she got closer Penelope called out for her saying, “Hey _y/n_, what a surprise to see you here!” The woman looked up and spotted Garcia and beamed. _y/n_ quickly moved over to the huddle of FBI agents and said, “Heya, Pen. What are you doing here?” _y/n_ looked over Rossi, Spencer, and then at Hotch. Her eyes grew a bit wider at seeing him and she said, “And you…” It took her a moment to remember Aaron’s name. When it came to her, she continued, “Aaron.” _y/n_ looked between Garcia and Hotch and asked, “Y’all know each other?” Penelope, ever the enthusiastic conversationalist said, “We all work together. This is my team.” Garica pointed to each of them saying their names. Spencer smiled at _y/n_ when his name was mentioned and Rossi shook her hand warmly. As Aaron’s name came up, _y/n_ gave a soft smile and she said, “It’s nice to see you again, Aaron.” He swallowed and said, “It’s nice to see you too.” And it was nice. To see her so radiant made him feel good. _y/n_, Garcia, and Rossi talked a bit about her dancing abilities and she seemed to shy away from her talent. Garcia couldn’t help herself and asked, “Did you ever take Richard here?” Hotch froze for a moment, unsure if Garcia was aware of the breakup. _y/n_’s soft snort made him feel better as she said, “Are you kidding me? He refused to come because I was better than him at dancing and other people wanted to interact with me. All four pairs of eyes were on her as _y/n_ shared some of her personal life with them. For a team of highly skilled profilers, having someone be so open was a bit strange. Penelope helped cut the feeling and said, “Of course he wouldn’t. The man really needs to get over his own ego. He complained about you and whined for a mouth at least during practice. He still talks about it. Honestly, he’s pathetic.” Garcia saying this had _y/n_ laughing and replied, “Tell me about it. I wished I’d seen it sooner, but c’est la vie I guess.” Penelope nodded along, and after a moment _y/n_ said, “Well I’m going to grab a drink at the bar, but I’ll swing by later if you’re still around. It was nice to see some of you again, and to meet you, Dr. Reid and Dave.” The team all said some form of “see you later,” as she moved away from them. As she passed Hotch, he gave her one of his rare smiles, or more like she had drawn the smile from him. Again Rossi noticed.

Three songs later _y/n_ was back on the dance floor with a much less skilled dancer. The man had his hands all over _y/n_ after the first minute of music and _y/n_ was constantly moving his hands up, or stopping them from moving lower. She had said twice and to “cut it out” but the man was not listening to her. Hotch and Rossi watched as it happened. Both men felt uncomfortable with what was happening. After another minute, _y/n_ pulled back and away from the man, telling him off. Her face was set in a more sour look as she moved to the sidelines and away from her temporary partner. The man sought to follow her, but Hotch was out of his seat as he watched the situation unfold before him. Rossi breathed a sigh of relief as his friend did this because he was about to do the same and he felt that _y/n_ might be a bit more comfortable with Aaron than himself. Hotch cut the man off from moving any closer to _y/n_ and said with a clear, firm, and determined voice, “Out. Now.” The man didn’t argue and Aaron wasn’t sure if it was his fancy dress or the look on his face, but either way, the man left. Hotch followed him with a searing glare until he left the establishment. Once the guy was gone, he turned to _y/n_ she looked at him with half awe half admiration. He couldn’t pinpoint the second emotion, but it wasn’t negative and that’s what mattered to him. He took two steps closer, getting close to her. He leaned down a bit and asked, “_y/n_, are you alright?” When he looked at her this closely he could see a warmth in her _y/e/c_ eyes. She nodded and said, “I’ll be fine. Unfortunately, that kind of behavior can be par for the course here. Asking total strangers for a dance means not all of them are fantastic people.” Hotch nodded, saying, “Well it still doesn’t make it right.” _y/n_ felt her breath hitch a bit as he said this. He said it with sincerity like he really meant it. _y/n_ had seen plenty of guys try to defend her honor or other cliches like that just to go and disrespect her themselves. She didn’t sense that at all in the tall man standing in front of her. _y/n_ was also impressed with his commanding presence. It had only taken two words to make the man flee the scene. Two. Words. She wondered what else he could do with his voice alone. _y/n_ flushed and looked to the floor for a second. The fact didn’t pass Aaron by. After a second, _y/n_ looked up at him and said, “Can I pay you back for your help with a drink or a dance? I haven’t seen you out on the floor yet. I’d be happy to partner with you if you like?” Hotch shifted a little, suddenly a bit embarrassed. He didn’t feel like another drink. He normally stuck to one or two, and he’d already had a second beer. He wanted to dance with _y/n_ but his two left feet didn’t seem too convinced that he could cut it with someone as skilled as _y/n_. _y/n_ could see his hesitation and said, “I can lead if you like. We can do just real easy steps.” Aaron looked at her and saw that she wouldn’t be embarrassed with him. She genuinely wanted to be with him like that. Hotch flushed again, more lightly this time, and he said, “Alright, I’ll do my best to not trip over my own feet.” _y/n_ chuckled as they took his hand and led him to a quieter part of the floor. A bit away from the team, which Hotch was grateful for; though he was sure the team was probably watching him. He didn’t blame them, he’d watch too if he could.

The dance went well. _y/n_ turned out to be a skilled instructor for him. He did try very hard to follow the steps and let _y/n_ improv off his lacking moves. At one point _y/n_ even let him do a little spin, which was very awkward given how much taller he was than her. He had to let go of her hand to make the 360-degree rotation. They had both laughed good-naturedly at how silly it was. When he was being treated like this, Aaron didn’t mind not having control. After another song, the music took a sudden change from country and swing to slow sensual music. _y/n_ let his hands go and took a step back. Aaron looked around, not sure why there had been such a dramatic change. People were slow dancing now and he looked to _y/n_ for clarity. _y/n_ gave him a gentle smile and said, “The last hour is always slow music so those who don’t like swing dancing or line dancing get a turn. I think it’s nice. Inclusive in a way. Aaron nodded and said, “Oh.” He stood still for a moment. He looked to the ground for an instant wondering how he was going to ask if she wanted to continue to dance. Because he did want to keep dancing with her. When he looked up, she was looking at him. _y/n_ was biting down lightly on the inside of her cheek. She couldn’t see that her pupils were blown wide with desire. Her fingers were tapping against her leg lightly. _y/n_ wanted Aaron’s hands back in hers. Or behind her back while her arms rested on his shoulders. She wanted to be inexplicably close to him at that moment. Hotch didn’t say anything, didn’t need to say anything as he bridged the gap between them. His hands found purchase on her hips and _y/n_’s hand moved up to his shoulders. His hands glided over his chest softly. Aaron closed his eyes, and they both moved on instinct. With what was comfortable for them. _y/n_ melted into his touch, and his large hands gently landed on her body. They were warm and held her firmly like he was afraid that she might slip away if he let go. _y/n_ would be happy to reassure him that she would likely follow him to the ends of the earth even though she had only met him three times before. Aaron’s cologne smelled of rye and spruce, but it wasn’t the overpowering stuff teens and insecure men used with a heavy hand. This was refined. Elevated. It took a lot of what she had in her to not rest her head on his chest and take a deep breath. After two more songs, Aaron looked down at her and she seemed so at peace with him holding her close. And for the first time in a very long time, he leaped before he looked, as he leaned down further. He was slow, giving _y/n_ time to stop him, but she didn’t. Instead, she tipped her head up to meet his lips. The kiss was soft, respectful of how new and potentially strange this was, but neither could deny that the feeling was blissful. Hotch didn’t even care that JJ, Garcia, and Emily all had their mouths open in pure shock at his actions.

_y/n_ and Aaron’s relationship moved at a normal pace. As much as they had both been drawn to each other the night they had first kissed, both parties wanted to give the other space. To make sure things were comfortable and natural. _y/n_ wasn’t the type to commit to anything without fulling thinking and feeling it out. Aaron was the same for obvious reasons. But they had found a love and care between them, along with a passion that _y/n_ and Hotch had pretty much expected given the events the night at the dance hall. They both learned about each other, their jobs, and the intricacies of their lives. And after all that _y/n_ still wanted him, and Aaron was amazed at how nice it was to have someone steady to lean on. To care for while he wasn’t working. Someone had loved him back as intensely. As it turned out _y/n_ lectured _y/f/a(s)/s_ at _y/u_. And because of this, he was driving toward the university campus in _y/n_’s car with her in the passenger seat. They were chatting about his day in the office. Aaron was recounting some stories of Reid’s and _y/n_ listened with rapt attention. Hotch was being careful with his driving as it was near the college, which meant freshman with cars they hardly needed, and those partying a little too hard on Halloween night. They got onto campus proper and _y/n_ directed him to the parking lot. He had asked her if she wanted to take his car and she had reminded him that she had the faculty sticker on her windshield and he didn’t. She teased, “I don’t even think your FBI ID would persuade parking services. They are relentless in their mission.” Hotch had laughed at this and she warmed at hearing it. Aaron’s laugh sounded like a river running over smooth stones to her. It was gentle and mellow. Once they had parked, the pair moved to the _y/s’s/d’s/b_. The doors were still open given that some grad classes were still being held.

Three weeks ago Aaron had asked her if she was doing anything on Halloween and if she wanted to spend the evening with him. As _y/n_ listened to his question, she sighed and said, “I’m holding an extra credit opportunity for my students. We’re watching The Exorcist and then discussing it, but being with you sounds so nice. You could sit with me while we watch it and then hang out at my place after? That is if you don’t have Jack of course. Let’s not terrorize him so early on.” Hotch let out a breathy laugh and said, “Jack’s going to be with Hailey at some school trunk or treat event and he’s staying at her place to sleep off the sugar high. You’d let me sit in with you? In front of your students?” _y/n_ let out a little breath. She hadn’t expected him to say yes. She replied quickly, happily, “Of course I would! I mean most of my students know I have a partner, they might as well see you. And you can tell off students trying to canoodle while Regan gets possessed as have my eyes tightly shut.” Hotch chuckled and said, “Well I’ll leave the disciplining up to you, but I’m happy to be moral support and to calm your fear.” So they made the plans now they were walking the mostly empty hallways and up to the third floor. _y/n_ beeped into the faculty work room to print out the sign-in sheet and a guide for the most scary parts of the film for those who were like her; a scardey cat. As she moved into the small space and logged in to the computer, Aaron leaned against the door frame, filling the space. As the copies printed, she looked up at him and said, “I wish you’d follow me around all the time when I work. You could be a ghost haunting me.” Aaron smiled and said, “If I followed you around you’d soon learn that I’d fail your class. And we can’t have that, now can we?” The copies finished and _y/n_ grabbed them saying, “I’ve seen your writing, Aaron you are more than competent.” Hotch moved out of the way and his hand found hers as they moved to the lecture hall. _y/n_ had reserved the space because she expected a good turnout, the screen was large, and the audio system was reliable. _y/n_ asked Hotch to prop open the door with a chair. While he did this, she moved to the technology at the front of the room to the left of the lectern. _y/n_ signed into her Amazon and pulled up the film, checking the audio levels and turning on the closed captions for those who might need them. Aaron moved to _y/n_ and offered to take her purse for her. She smiled and nodded and he moved to the back of the room. He sat down near the center of the row. He called out across the space, “This good?” _y/n_ nodded and said back in a clear voice that carried in the space, “Perfect sweetheart.”

_y/n_ continued to stand at the front of the room and after another minute or so some students started to ramble in. _y/n_ instructed them to sign in on the sheet near the door. Many of the students had brought friends, roommates, boyfriends, or girlfriends along for moral support, or to laugh at the scary bits. _y/n_ had some casual conversations with some of the students and Aaron watched on with admiration. It was clear to him that _y/n_ had a connection with these young adults trying to figure life out for the first time. A few of the students noticed Aaron sitting at the back of the room, but none of them said anything to him or sat near him. It finally hit 7:30 p.m., and _y/n_ said, “Alright everyone, thanks for coming out. Let’s get going with the movie so you can all go out to the square or you’re older friends’s parties I’m not going to hear about on Thursday. Remember we’re paying attention so we can answer questions after.” Hearing this, the kids let out some laughs and chuckles. _y/n_ nearly forgot about the guides and said quickly, “Does anyone want a sheet with timestamps for the scares? Any other wimps out there like me?” There was silence and _y/n_ laughed at herself and said, “Alright guys, but don’t blame me when you have bad dreams tonight.” With that, _y/n_ started the film and moved to the door. She removed the chair and switched off the lights so the only light remaining was the two glowing exit signs on either side of the room. _y/n_ moved back to him and took a seat on his left side. It was dark and they were in the back, so she slipped her hand into his He gave it a gentle squeeze. True to her word, _y/n_ did close her eyes during some of the more difficult points of the movie. Now and then there would be some quiet chatter from the students. Some got up and opened the door to use the restroom. One student made it back to them to say they wanted to leave early to “go to their dorm.” _y/n_ smiled at the girl and said, “Okay, just make sure you’re signed in.” The teen nodded and said, “Thanks. See you Thursday.” At the end of the film, as Father Karras passes away, Hotch looks over _y/n_’s face. Her eyes were a bit misty. She had warned him that she got emotional at the end. She had looped him in because she didn’t want him to worry that she was so scared that she was crying, or crying for some other unknown reasons. As the credit started rolling, _y/n_ wiped her eyes and she moved to the front of the room.

She paused the movie and said, “Alright everyone, shield your eyes, the lights are coming back on.” Once the lights were on and everyone could see again, _y/n_ moved to the side of the lectern and leaned against it. She started by saying, “I’m going to make this quick because I’m sure there are places you want to be that aren’t here, and because I’m tired.” Hotch half knew that she wanted to be with him too, and it made him smile. _y/n_ asked, “So, what’s the tone of the film?” There was a brief silence, but then a young man said, “It’s camp.” That got a laugh from everyone and then opened the door for the class to bounce some ideas off each other. They spoke about theme and religion, and whether Regan or Chris acted as the final girl. They talked about Father Karra’s characterization and story arc. _y/n_ helped lead the conversation, but let her students talk and express their views. She asked, “So we’ve read the novel and seen the film and talked about the religious symbolism and overtones. So tell me what in the film is transubstantiated?” At this, there was a lingering silence. One girl offered, “Regan’s vomit?” _y/n_ chuckled and said, “Close, anyone else?” Aaron couldn’t help himself, because he also wanted to know the answer, so he said, “Is it Regan herself?” His comment reverberated to the front and twenty-one pairs of eyes turned to him. Hotch felt called out, but _y/n_ pulled the the student’s attention back to her by saying, “Yes very good. Now I can’t claim anything about authorial intent, but in my opinion, Regan is transubstantiation a literal transformation of her body and blood.”

_y/n_ quickly wrapped up the extra credit after that. A few minutes later Hotch and _y/n_ were back outside and headed to her car. They had stopped her her office for her to pick up a stack of papers that needed to be graded. Aaron smiled when he saw a picture of him and Jack pinned to the wall next to her degree. He leaned down and kissed her gently. As they pulled back, he said, “I love you, _y/n_.” _y/n_ hummed happily back at him. In the cold night, they moved across the campus grounds. It was dark and Aaron wrapped an arm around _y/n_’s waist, pulling her close to him. They passed by one of the emergency stations which looked to be broken. He looked down to _y/n_ and asked, “You keep a taser on you when you’re here at night, right?” _y/n_ looked up at him and said, “I carry pepper spray. I haven’t gotten a taser yet, but I will.” Hotch nodded as they walked into the parking garage. Aaron had done loads of research about the safety of the university once _y/n_ had told him where they worked. He had seen too many cases on college campuses to not be concerned for _y/n_’s safety. When they got back to the car, Aaron opened the door for _y/n_. She settled in and he moved to his seat. He turned on the heater and they cruised out onto the street. They talked a bit about the film, and Aaron asked why she cried at the end. What it meant to her. _y/n_ did her best to explain the real love and sacrifice Karras made to save Regan. How seeing Pazuzu restored his faith. _y/n_ made sure to clarify, “Even if a person doesn’t have faith, or that type of faith, I think pretty much anyone can see that he was finally at peace at the end.” Aaron nodded along, listening to her intently. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Hotch asked, “So, how did I do Prof? Was my answer to your question actually right?” _y/n_ chuckled and said “I think you were right. Regan’s transformation was literal and it was the answer I was hoping for.” She looked over Aaron, his face lit by the streetlamps and dashboard. He was so beautiful to her and she added, “I give you an A for effort.” Hotch smiled at her comments, saying, “I’m happy to help. And hey, an A. You’ll make a good student of me yet.”

When they got to her place, they moved to the front door and _y/n_ pulled her keys from her purse and let them in. The bowl she had left out that had been filled with candy was now running low, and even though it was late, there weren’t going to be many more kids. _y/n_ moved to the counter and dumped more candy into the container. With that done, she locked the door behind her. Aaron and _y/n_ moved to her room and kicked off their shoes and socks. They changed into comfy clothes before crawling into bed. Three months into their relationship, they both kept a few pairs of clothes in the other’s space. In the bed, they were next to each other, the back of _y/n_’s head resting on his chest, her body positioned between his opened legs. Hotch’s hands moved over her chest and torso before moving lower slowly. He watched _y/n_ in the soft light of her lamps. Seeing her like this, seeing her care for her students, and for him made him nuzzle his face in her hair. It smelled of vanilla. As Aaron’s hand moved to a more intimate place, _y/n_’s intake of breath told him that she enjoyed what he was doing. She had told him many, many times that he was skilled in that area. The thought of her praise had him excited in his pants. Hotch asked in a low voice, full of desire, “Do you think I can get something more for my insightful comments than a hypothetic A?” _y/n_ squirmed a bit with pleasure before moving out between his legs. She moved to face him and kneeled in front of him. As her hand started moving over him and he let out a groan, she said, “For you Aaron, I’d do anything.”

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laurasimonsdaughter · 1 year

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“I was wondering when you’d show up,” the exorcist said with a shake of her head. (She personally preferred the term incorporeal entities removal specialist, but it was impossible to advertise with.) “It was common knowledge your place was infested by the time you bought it.”

“Haunted,” the tired young man corrected. “I have ghosts, not bedbugs.”

“Good thing too,” she winked. “I wouldn’t know how to get rid of the latter for you.” She gave him a reassuring nod. “But your problem I can solve. Give my team twenty-four hours, or twelve if you’re willing to wait until the next full moon, and we’ll have your house cleansed top to bottom. Tell you what. If it turns out there’s more than four in there, I’ll give you the bulk discount too.”

“There’s six,” the young man replied. “But I do not want the whole house cleansed. I only want you to remove three of them.”

The medium-turned-businesswoman looked up from the form she had wanted to hand him. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t want the whole house cleansed, I don’t want it to be spiritually uninhabitable.”

“You-” She gaped. “Why on earth wouldn’t you want to sweep the hole house?”

Even through the fatigue on his face the young man looked indignant. “Because there’s kids in there!”

Her lips moved silently around unspoken words. “There’s…”

“Kids in there!” he repeated. “Children! Three of them. Two little ones and their older sibling, I think. They haven’t talked to me yet.”

“Sir, you’re talking about ghosts,” she emphasized.

“I’m talking about children,” he said stubbornly. “And I’m not throwing them out. They’re more scared of the others than I am!” He shook his head. “No, the wailing one in the attic and the two who keep scratching at the windows and leaving wet footprints on the carpet definitely need to go, there’s no reasoning with them. But the kids stay. If you can’t guarantee their safety during your procedure I will find someone else to help me.”

Never in her twelve years on the job— “Well,” she said hesitantly, looking at her potential client rather more nervously than before. “I suppose I could call in a colleague to...I presume some sort of personalized ward would do it.” She crossed her arms. “But this is highly irregular! It means a custom job. I won’t be able to give you a reliable estimate of the price, and it’s certainly going to cost you!”

The young man smiled the smile of a man who had very recently bought a twice cursed, triple haunted house both willingly and gladly. “We all live under the spectre of capitalism,” he said wryly. He dragged the form towards him and began to fill in his address. “The kids stay. Whatever the costs.”

#hello I'm back on wholesome ghosts #laura drabbles #ghosts #haunting #urban fantasy #medium #haunted house #urban fantasy professionals

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randomreadingtimewithtsuki · 1 month

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Dating HCs for any of the following?

Juuzou Shima, Satan, Lucifer, Shiro Fujimoto, or Mephisto? 👉🏻👈🏻

I saw you don't know the limit so feel free to choose whoever you feel most comfortable writing 🥰

🩵😺 (blue cat anon idk I'm making it up as I go)

Hi Blue cat Nonnie!

Thank you for requesting! i hope this is of you liking, lease let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: Out of these i picked Juuzo and Mephisto! Please go check my wors related to Shiro and Lucifer !

Juuzo:

Juuzo is the oldest sibling of the Shima family and that means he has a lot on his plate.

That being said, your dates may be interrupted by calls about family issues, about Renzo or about exorcism.

The man does try to make time for you though! It's just some things cannot be delayed, like a demon eating people.

Exactly because of these responsibilities he has, he became a reliable man and partner.

You count on him for anything you need!

I feel like Juuzo lies on the lowkey romantic guy.

He will leave notes for you around the house to take care of yourself or leave little treats for you.

He knows all favourites.

He may come off as blunt when telling you he loves you, but, he doesn't say it quite often.

Juuzo strongly believes you know you are loved.

In the scenario you feel down or upset, he will offer you a big bear hug!

Talking about hugs, Juuzo enjoys being the small spoon, but he prides himself of being the man to protect you - you have to convince him to allow you to spoon him.

He blushes alot when you request it, it's adorable.

The man enjoys home dates more than anything, but if you feel like going out he is all in!

Also the kind of guy that loves being pampered, will never admit it, but his favourite nurse is you.

He worries a lot about your safety, regardless if you are an exorcist or not.

After all you may get backlash from being his partner or die in a mission.

Please reassure him you will be safe, ok?

Mephisto:

Dating Mephisto is a wild ride.

It's hard to tell what he is thinking or if he is telling you the truth sometimes.

But exactly because it is hard to know what he is thinking about, it also make it all very fun.

Surprise dates, fancy dinners, amusement parks, you name it!

It all happens suddenly and in a drop of the hat.

Mephisto really enjoys gifting you clothes.

He balances it out between your's and his taste.

The demon also enjoys gifting you things, it can be something completely random or just flowers.

He knows about everything you like and he does an excellent job at gifting you something you would love!

Mephisto enjoys having you on his lap while he watches something from above on that fancy chairs of his.

Would you fit next to him? Probably, but lap is better.

The demon is unhinged, so brace yourself.

Expect anime dates.

He doesn't care if you are human or not, an exorcist or not.

If you are an exorcist you, he won't treat you very different regarding missions.

But he may ask for the report to be... a little too close, you know?

Mephisto also likes to have you depend on him "oh my poor little lamb, are you in need of you saviour?"

Adores when you hold him in his dog form.

But like i said before, sometimes is hard to know if he is telling the truth.

Obviously you get upset and start to overthink.

He notices you are a bit aloof. And he sort of knows why - no one trusts him in the order and the rumors doesn't help you at all.

So, whenever this happens, he takes the day off to be with you.

Anything you want. He will not answer any calls, go to the school, nope.

It's a day for you and you only.

Mephisto will also say some cheesy things to you - like pickup lines or beautiful sayings.

He tries really hard to shake your insecurities away.

In the end of the day, the best he proves to truly love you on a normal day to day thing.

How? By choosing you over anything else, unconsciously.

He does care about you a lot, the demon is willing to sacrifice whatever in order to keep you safe.

Of course, he wouldn't let you know about the lengths he is willing to go to protect you - he knows it may upset you.

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Thank you for reading!

#ao no exorcist x reader #ane x reader #blue exorcist x reader #Juuzo shima #juuzo shima x reader #mephisto pheles x reader

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final-girl96 · 1 year

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Four

Thursday 7:30 PM

I stood at the counter flipping through a magazine and occasionally glancing up to the movie that was playing on the TVs around the store. It had been a slow fucking night; nobody wanted to be out while there was a killer on the loose. Randy was in the back where the adult only section was. I don't even want to think about what he might be doing back there besides putting returns back. I had driven myself to work tonight since I had gone home right after school.

*ring…ring…ring*

I sighed and grabbed the phone from beside me. "Bradley Video," I answered. "Hello, yn." I stood up straight, "um…hi. Can I help you with something?" I asked. There was silence for a few seconds before the person answered. Something in my gut was screaming at me that this wasn't someone calling to ask about a movie or how late we were open tonight. "What's your favorite scary movie?" They asked. I sighed heavily, "Barney. Bye now," I said, annoyed.

"Don't you fucking hang up on me or you'll come home to find your sister the same way you found your whore of a mother!" My whole body tensed, "who is this?" I asked. I looked around the store and out the windows. "Better question is where am I?" they said. "Okay, then where are you?" I asked. More silence. My gut was telling me to rush home and check on Sidney. "Watching your sister sleeping on the couch. Let's play a game," they said.

"What kind of game?" I asked. He darkly chuckled, "I'm going to ask you some questions. If you get them wrong Sidney dies and her blood redecorates your living room." I could feel my pulse pick up, my hands were starting to slightly shake. "Fine. Ask your fucking questions," I said. He hummed and I could just see the smirk that probably spread across his face.

"The category is horror movies. First question: Who is the killer in Friday the 13th?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, "Mrs. Voorhees. I thought these were going to be fucking hard," I said. "Looks like she lives for now. Second question: In the Exorcist, what is the Demon’s name?" He asked. I had to think for a couple seconds. The movie wasn't my favorite but it also wasn't bad. "Pazuzu." I heard a low growl? Was this motherfucker growling? "What's the matter? Pissed you can't stump me?" I asked.

"Third question: Am I inside or outside the house?" My stomach dropped and my heart slammed against my ribcage. "Don't you fucking touch her!" He laughed. Like he actually fucking laughed! "Can you get here in time, yn? Let's find out." He hung up after that and I rushed around the counter and ran to the back. I ran into Randy on the way to the break room to get my keys. "Whoa! What's going on? Why are you in such a rush?" I pushed him out of the way and went straight to my bag.

Once my hand grabbed a hold of it I rushed back to the front of the store. "Wait, yn! Where are you going?!" Randy yelled. "I have to go, he's at the house!" I ran out the door and got in my car leaving Randy standing at the door confused. I sped out of town and within five minutes I was pulling onto Elm Street. I pulled into the driveway, put the car in park and rushed to the front door.

"Fuck!" The door was locked. I ran around the porch, up the stairs to the upper deck and to the stairs that lead to the top floor. I tried that door but it was locked too. "Fuck!" I looked up and cringed. "Good thing I don't ever lock my fucking window." I climbed up to the room and carefully made my way to my bedroom window. Pushing it up I climbed in and rushed over to my door when I heard Sidney scream.

I swung my door open and saw someone in a black cloak slammed into her door. "Hey, asshole!" I yelled. I grabbed the baseball bat by my door. His head snapped towards me. I spun the bat in my hand, "three seconds to back the fuck away from my sister's room before I beat your fucking head in." Now don't get me wrong I was fucking terrified and I know I'm being fucking stupid threatening a killer but I was not going to let him near Sidney.

My grip tightened on the bat as my hands started to shake. He turned his body completely towards me. I noticed the knife in hand. The white ghostface mask was fucking creepy. His head tilted like he didn't expect me to show up. My heart was pounding against my ribs. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when he bolted down the stairs. I wanted to vomit. I looked over the railing and heard the door slam shut. "What the fuck."

I walked over to Sidney's room after a few minutes when she came running out. "Sid?" She grabbed my arm and pulled me with her down the stairs. When I looked behind me I saw Billy coming out of her room calling her name. We made eye contact and his eyes widened like he wasn't expecting to see me too just like the killer didn't expect to see me. When Sidney opened the door she yelped, making me jump. Dewey was there holding the white ghostface mask in his hand.

We were outside Dewey asking us questions about what happened. Sidney was sitting in the ambulance that was there and I was leaning up against it, the bat still in my hand. Two other police officers brought Billy out in handcuffs, putting him in the back seat of the police car. He kept saying Sidney's name until Sheriff Burke showed up then he was telling him to call his dad. "Oh, my god, Sidney!" I looked over to see Tatum running over to us. "Are you okay? Yn, what're you doing here I thought you were at work?" She was looking between us.

"I was until I got a call from the killer threatening Sindey," I said. Dewey tried to move her out of the way and she pulled away from him. "She's staying with us. Their dad's away for the weekend. And yn too if you want to," she said. "Does mom know?" He asked. She rolled her eyes, "yes, doofus." I put my hand over my mouth to hide my laugh. "Babe!" I pushed off the ambulance to see Stu running over to me. "Stu? What're you doing here?" I asked.

Dewey was leading Sidney to his jeep and Stu watched as the car with Billy in it drove past us. Then Dewey and Tatum left. "I was going to come over and try to convince you to come stay with me while your dad is gone. What the fuck happened? Are you okay?" He asked. He started to look me up and down for any injuries when I saw Gale making her way towards us. "I'll explain in the car, come on." I pulled him towards his car as Gale yelled my name. "Fucknl off!" I slammed the door shut and Stu drove off towards the station.

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The Mind Flayer

pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Byers!Reader

WC: 8.8K

warning: cursing (please message me or leave a comment if i forgot something)

summary: will is having an exorcist moment. an old player enters the arena. oh also, steve and reader are getting a bit...touchy.

A/N: ALL PART UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

I’m making the stancy thing go away asap cause like, just no. like steve did love nancy, but he’s getting over it quicker. THIS IS A FF IM GONNA DO AS I PLEASE

series masterlist

give applause to @alecmores for being my proof reader/beta reader/ whatever it’s called.

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It was a whirlwind once the two cars reached your house. Everyone was rushing out, limbs being pushed and shoved against someone else. You threw the door open and jumped off Steve’s lap, rushing into the house. Jonathan was laying Will on the living room couch, Joyce fussing behind him with her hands constantly moving and not stopping. Mike and the other kids storm into the house, Hopper, and Steve close behind them. You looked around the room trying to see where Bob was, he wasn’t in Hopper’s truck so he had to be with Jonathan when they left.

“Mom, mom, where is Bob?” You grabbed her shoulders.

She was shaking, her eyes red-rimmed with tear tracks covering her cheeks. She looked frantic, her eyes were haunted and hopeless as if she were in a daze. You turned your attention to Hopper now since he seemed to be in a more stable condition to answer your question.

“Hopper, where is Bob?” Your voice was firm.

His lips were in a thin line, and his nostrils flared. A hand rested on his hip, the other ran through his hair and then rubbed at his beard. His eyes darted over the place, not once staying focused on you.

“Hopper,” you grasped the arm that was resting on his hip, “what happened to Bob?”

He sighed then pulled the both of you away, further into the kitchen. You didn’t like this. He was quiet, Joyce was shaken, and Bob physically wasn’t there. You were panicking. If it’s the answer you think he’ll give you, you would fully blame yourself.

“Hopper?”

His hands held your shoulders, “(Y/n), he helped bring the power back on, but-” You knew where this conversation was going, “No, no, no,” you refused to believe it.

“(Y/n), they got to him before he could make it.”

You started to thrash out of Hopper’s grip, the kitchen felt suffocating. The feeling of watchful eyes on you, everyone judging or throwing sympathy at your state, was too much. You shoved at Hopper’s chest to try and push him away, but all he did was pull you in tight. His arms wrapped over your shoulders, your face pressed into his chest making your vision dark. Your hands clung to the jacket he wore over the hospital scrubs. Sobs choked out from your throat, tears staining the teal shirt and wetting your lashes, streaking your cheeks.

This was why you didn’t want to bring Bob into this mess. He was such a kind man and he honestly would do anything for your mom- or even your family- after only a few months. He was your boss and slowly became a father figure for you. And now you lost him to some fucking demodogs. He was probably being eaten alive at the lab right now, dying alone. You only saw him a day ago, happy about your ‘treasure hunt’ and helping Joyce.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry… he saved us though. We wouldn’t have gotten out of there if it wasn’t for him,” Hopper tried to justify his death.

You moved out of his embrace and wordlessly left the kitchen, heading to the backyard. You just needed to be alone, the silence and fresh air hopefully would help in calming you down. Sitting on the bottom step with your feet on the grass, you pull your heels to the step and bend your body forward to make yourself small in this moment. Your face is buried in the circle of your arms, your biceps covering your ears. Everything was so quiet at that moment it was like you were the only being on the planet, your lips tugged upwards a bit without your permission. It was one of those sad smiles, ones where they come unconsciously, laughing at your pain.

You were probably alone for five minutes before you heard the loud creaking of the back door hinges indicating that someone joined you. You didn’t bother looking up, wanting to ignore them and enjoy the quiet until they spoke, since you won’t do it first. It was quiet for a minute or two before they cleared their throat, but said nothing, still, you ignored them.

Then they sighed, “(Y/n)?” It was Steve, “are…is everything-” “No, Steve, I’m not okay and everything is not alright!” You didn’t mean to shout, but your anger flared.

“Bob is dead ‘cause of me,” you hissed. “He wasn’t supposed to be involved in any of this, but we needed him to find Hopper, and being brought to that lab was practically a death sentence.”

“Woah, (Y/n), no,” Steve fretted, “Bob- Bob didn’t die because of you, it’s not your fault, (Y/n).” You ignored Steve, “first it was Eleven who died ‘cause I wasn’t there, now it’s Bob 'cause he was dragged into this,” you rambled.

A gentle hand on your shoulder, “(Y/n), we just had a similar conversation about an hour ago.”

“Steve, it’s different though.”

He removed his hand, “Oh? how is it different? Tell me,” he demanded.

You wiped at the snot and tears, “you didn’t know about the Demogorgon, you weren’t even involved with any of that yet. My mom started talking about Will with her conversations through the lights that night and the following morning. And that same day, I saw and talked with Will through our living room wall. I became involved, I saw El use her powers,” you wiped your nose, “I didn’t stay with the kids at the school that night, all of them could have gotten killed. But El was the one to sacrifice herself for them. She saved them and I never even got to thank her for finding Will.” Tears fell down your cheeks again as you recalled the memory, the feelings you felt.

Steve ran a comforting hand over your back, “But that’s not your fault either, again, it was the Demogorgon. Both times it was the Demogorgons' fault. Why are you trying to blame yourself for things out of your control?” He huffed.

You had to stop for a moment.

“My dad,” was your response.

The man who constantly beat you for such simple reasons, playing it off as discipline and punishment for your mistakes, when a simple mistake could have been dropping a plate on accident. The man who shortened your childhood with each slap, with each whipping of his belt. A man who constantly saw flaws within you and not accepting you for each crack, only creating more.

“Hey,” Steve was now in front of you.

He was on one knee and his hands rested on your knees, head dipped down to make eye contact with you. His brows were raised and he licked his lips, rubbing them together. He did it two more times. Steve then brought one hand off your knee and ran his knuckles along your cheek, catching stray tears and wiping them clean. Your breath hitched at the intimacy.

“I’m sure Wonder Woman blames herself whenever she can’t save someone, but she has people who are there to help,” Steve tried to comfort.

“Steve, I don’t think you’re good at pep talks,” you joked, a wet laugh followed.

He dropped the hand from your cheek back to your knee and squeezed, “yeah, I didn’t have many of them growing up.”

“Hey,” you knocked a finger against his chin for attention, “shitty dads club?”

He exhaled a laugh, “more like a shitty parents club.”

“Sorry to break it to you, but I only have a shitty dad. I’m grateful for my mom,” a whisper to the winds.

Your bubble was back. Just the two of you, no one else existed on the planet.

You stared down at the four hands, yours resting on your thighs while Steve squeezed and rubbed your knees. Slowly and stealthy, you stretched a finger out, your pinky on one hand and your ring finger on the other. You were scared, but you suddenly felt brave at this moment to cross another line you made in the sand. Light as a feather your two fingers touched Steve’s, a silent invitation, a question for him that only he could answer. You hesitated in looking at him, not brave enough for that.

Before Steve had time to do anything, grasp your fingers or retreat, the back door opened again. This time the patron stormed down the steps and that gave away who it was, Jonathan. Steve stood up and away when you saw Jonathan standing beside you on the last step. You braced your hands on your thighs and stood up, directing your attention to your brother. He had a nasty glare thrown at Steve, his chest huffing, you scoffed at the sight. Suddenly you remembered your earlier argument and also the car incident. So you chose to pick a fight with him right now.

“Well, looks like you finally have time for your beloved sister,” you griped.

Jonathan huffed, “(Y/n) come inside,” and grabbed your bicep.

You pulled back and away, now standing in the grass just in front of Steve. A cross of your arms over your chest is your armor at this moment.

“No, Jonathan, ‘cause we have some unfinished business to talk about. Starting with: why did you fuck off with Nancy for two days and not tell me? Cause I think we have enough time right now to discuss that. Or, or, how about you brushing me off when I wanted to join you and Nancy earlier, huh? Why did you let Nancy go with you, but not me? Your sister?”

Jonathan took the last step, both of you standing in the overgrown yard. Your nails dug into your biceps, fighting off the cold chills and also restraining yourself. Jonathan was scratching at his head with one hand while the other rested in his pocket. And you knew Steve was still there since you didn’t see him leave and you could also feel his body heat, a walking furnace.

Jonathan didn’t answer any of your questions, “Okay. Since- apparently, these are college-level questions, I’ll ask small ones. First, where did you go? What was so important that needed to happen now?”

Jonathan sighed, “(Y/n), I can’t-” “We went to Illinois,” a voice interrupted.

You turned to the back porch and saw Nancy walking down the steps, joining the three of you. You wanted to turn around and look at Steve but held yourself from doing so. It would hurt to see him looking at Nancy with a certain gaze, lovestruck or heartbroken.

“Why’d you go to Illinois?” Steve asked the question.

Nancy stopped on the last step, she was the same height as Jonathan now. And the two of them looked at each other, silently talking with their eyes only, and that’s when you started to notice it. Something changed in those two days, you could sense it. The way their hands wanted to reach out for the other, their closeness in the dim lighting, how you can tell their eyes were lingering over each other’s features.

“Jonathan…” You walked closer to the pair.

Jonathan was evidently confused, you went from being hostile to suddenly approaching him as if you were a scared mouse. You ignored the shared looks from the two and grabbed his bicep like he did to you earlier and tugged him towards the shed. You spared a glance over your shoulder, Steve and Nancy closer together and both of them watching your retreating figures.

“(Y/n)-” “Did you and Nancy have sex?” You whispered.

Jonathan blanched at your outright question, so you knew it was true.

“What- What makes you think that (Y/n)?” Jonathan brushed it off.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m pretty observant, Jonathan. People-watching is my favorite pastime at school. I notice things.”

“Oh! So if we’re talking about people watching, what about you and Steve?” Jonathan fired back.

You stole a glance at Steve, “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tried to change the topic's direction, “Steve and Nancy just broke up, and I’m not even sure if it’s official. So, you would have helped Nancy cheat on Steve.” You were talking out your ass just to ignore Jonathan.

“(Y/n), don’t play dumb. I noticed earlier, you two are touchy-feely with each other.” “We were consulting each other,” you shrugged off.

“Oh, you think douchebag Harrington will solve your problems? Is his supposed charm rubbing off on you?” He seethed.

You were taken aback, “What the hell is your problem with him, Jonathan?” “My problem is that you suddenly forgot all the shitty things he’s done!” “I didn’t forget, I’ve seen him change. If you would pay attention-” Jonathan got louder, “He didn’t even know you existed after middle school! His ‘friends’ were jackasses to you constantly, and he didn’t stop them!”

“Okay, first off, Carol and Tommy have been jackasses since fifth grade. Secondly, what about Nancy?” He got defensive now, “What does Nancy have to do with this?”

“She pretty much ignored you after seventh grade, and once all this shit happened, she’s running into your arms. Are you happy that she and Steve broke up? She broke his heart and you finally got your chance with her. Finally got the upper hand on Steve Harrington,” a harsh whisper at the end.

Jonathan sighed, his shoulders slumping, “(Y/n), I just want what’s best for you, and Steve Harrington is someone I don’t trust.”

“How about trusting me, your sister? When I say Steve has changed, why can’t you believe me? I’m the one hanging out with him, getting to see his real personality. Maybe if you made an effort, you would notice.”

“Also,” you added to your point, “Steve wants to try and work things out between the two of you, but you don’t bother.”

“Fine, whatever. After this is over, I’ll talk with Steve or some shit.” Jonathan hissed. “Whatever, I’m still pissed at you,” you rolled your eyes. “Why did you leave me behind?” Leaving the Steve/Nancy argument behind and going back to the actual one.

“I- I wasn’t thinking, (Y/n). I don’t know what you want me to say.” Jonathan argued.

“Oh, but I think you were thinking ‘cause you yelled at me to stay like you were giving a dog a command.” You gave a shove to Jonathan's shoulder.

Then you used both hands and shoved at his shoulders, using most of your strength. You did it again, and again, Jonathan stumbling slightly at your action. Then you beat your fist against his chest, your anger flaring once more.

“Why did you leave me behind? Why! Why Jonathan!” You shouted.

Something within you was ignited in a fire, “You promised we would deal with this together! You would be there for me and I would be there for you! We promised never to leave the other out of things!”

Jonathan gripped your wrist, “(Y/n)-” “Am I too weak for you? Huh? Still that useless bitch that Lonnie would always yell at!”

“No, just-”

“Worried I’ll be useless again like that night at the house!”

Jonathan then harshly tugged you into a tight hug, his arms caging you against his body, your arms immobile. You struggled against his hold, either from anger, panic, or both mixing. Eventually, your body went slack against Jonathan’s, his arms holding you up. His chin was digging into your head, your face tucked into his chest, nothing but darkness clouding your vision and Jonathan’s breathing filling your ears.

“You’re not useless, and I didn’t leave you behind ‘cause of that.” He stroked a hand over your hair. “I didn’t want to drive you into danger. Mom and Will were already in there and if you were with me, I would’ve had full tunnel vision, only worried about my family.”

You rubbed your face into his chest, an excuse for a nodding of understanding coming from his side. You fully have tunnel vision when it comes to your family or people you care about, you’ll do anything to save them from harm. But having Jonathan yell at you, push you to the side, it just felt like Lonnie was yelling at you.

“Please don’t yell at me again,” you asked, sounding like a scared child.

The two of you may have been yelling at each other not even five minutes ago, but that was different. It felt different to you, it felt like a protective sibling fight. But outside the lab, you saw Lonnie yelling at ten-year-old you. It almost felt like an actual slap to your face, something that came out of the blue.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any harm from it, I hope you know that” a hand smoothing over your shoulder blades.

“I do, just…”

“I know,” and he did.

The two of you stayed in the embrace for a moment or two longer, having resolved some problems, and maybe brought up new ones that aren’t too important tonight.

“Hey, Scooby Gang!” a booming voice yelled.

You pulled away from Jonathan and turned to the porch, Hopper standing tall and with authority, “come inside! Henderson has information,” and he walked back inside.

You and Jonathan shared a look before heading back to the house, Nancy, and Steve seemingly still outside. You flushed a bit at the thought of either one hearing your entire conversation. Jonathan rejoined Nancy and the two went back inside, and before you could follow Steve held you back with his grasp. You stared at him, bewildered at the action.

Steve’s eyes danced over your face, it was as if his fingers were caressing your cheeks. Every inch tingled, lit with fire. His eyes bored into yours deeply, like he was trying to convey a message you didn’t understand at this moment, but it was one you wanted to decipher.

“Everything…” He trailed off.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. It’s- It’s okay, Steve,” your free hand landing over his, “let’s see what Henderson’s got,” you cocked your head to the house.

…

“The Mind Flayer,” Dustin blurted as he threw Will’s d&d book onto the kitchen table.

“What the hell is that?” Hopper questioned.

Everyone except for Joyce was huddled together, listening to whatever idea came to Dustin’s mind in the past fifteen minutes. You stayed near the back, your tail end digging into the countertop with your feet crossed at your ankles and hands supported by your sides.

“It’s a monster from an unknown dimension. It’s so ancient that it doesn’t even know its true home.” Dustin answered Hopper’s question with character lore.

As Dustin continued to babble off DnD lore, you looked at everyone’s faces, watching their expressions. Hopper looked pissed and annoyed at whatever was coming out of Dustin’s mouth, Mike and Lucas were just listening, already knowing about this creature. Steve was just as confused as you were, wondering what the point of this conversation was, Jonathan quiet and stone still. Nancy was peering at Dustin, her brows furrowed with her arms crossed across her chest, and Max was just listening, blank-faced.

“Oh my god. None of this is real, it’s a kids' book,” Hopper argued.

Dustin argued back, “No, it’s a manual. It’s not for kids. And unless you know something that we don’t, this is the best metaphor-”

“Analogy,” Lucas interrupted.

“Analogy?” Dustin huffed, “That’s what you’re worried about?”

Everyone silently watched the scene, “Fine. An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is.” Dustin flapped his hands about.

“Okay,” Nancy interrupted Dustin, “so this mind flamer thing-”

“Flayer,” you corrected the same time Dustin also fixed, “Mind Flayer.”

She just sighed and looked down at the manual, “what does it want?” Her question was directed at Dustin.

“To conquer us, basically. It believes it’s the master race.”

“Like the- the Germans?” Steve stammered.

A hand flew to your face, ‘oh god’

“Uh, the Nazis?” Dustin corrected him.

You could hear the embarrassment in Steve’s response, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, the- the Nazis.”

“Uh…If the Nazis were from another dimension, totally.” Dustin allowed. “Uh, it views other races, like us, as inferior to itself.”

“It wasn’t to spread, take over other dimensions,” Mike added.

Now Lucas spoke, “We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it.”

“That’s great. That’s great. That’s really great. Jesus!” Steve was frazzled.

He walked away from the crowded table and joined you in the back, he copied your posture and hand rubbing at his temples. His hand digging into the counter, and his pinky brushing against yours. It causes an involuntary shiver to race up your spine, a breathy exhale in response. A glance at the table your eyes met Jonathan’s, his brows raised at your duo. A jerk of your head as your response to him, you looked away and tuned in back to Steve’s presence. A kick of your sneaker against Steve’s foot pulled his attention onto you.

“Are you okay?” You tried to convey the message with only your eyes and furrowed brows.

The hand that rested against his temple ran through his hair, and he bit his bottom lip with a sigh. That was your answer, he was frustrated but he was fine.

“We kill everything it controls,” caught your attention.

“We win.” “Theoretically.”

“Great,” Hopper tugged the manual out of Nancy’s hold, his patience waning. “So, how do we kill this thing? Shoot it with Fireballs or something?”

Dustin chuckles at that, “No. No, no fire- no fireballs. Uh, you summon an undead army, uh, because…” You saw the deadly look being thrown at Dustin, “...because zombies, you- you know, they don’t- they don’t have brains, and the mind flayer, it…it…It likes brains.” Dustin stammered through.

“What the hell are we doing here?” Hopper slammed the book down, he was over it.

“I thought we were waiting for your military backup.” Dustin retorted.

“We are!” Hopper yelled, you flinched a little.

“How are they gonna stop this?” Mike demanded. “You can’t just shoot this with guns.”

“You don’t know that! We don’t know anything!” Hopper fought back.

“We know it’s already killed everybody in that lab.” A flash of Bob crossed your eyes at Mike’s statement. Your fingers curled deeper into the cool countertop, the edge digging into your palms.

“We know the monsters are gonna molt again,” Lucas added.

“We know that it’s only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town,” Dustin spoke.

You were so tired of this already and you haven’t even reached the final fight.

“They’re right,” Joyce’s soft voice entered the room.

Everyone turned their eyes on her, you stepped away from the counter and made your way to her figure in the hallway, “we have to kill it,” her voice was like broken glass.

You could see the tension that was held in her shoulders, and how her hair was a bit unkept. You threw an arm over her shoulders and pulled her into a side hug, wanting to comfort her at this moment.

“I want to kill it.”

Hopper walked forward, “me too,” his voice was quieter now. “Me too, Joyce, okay? But how do we do that?”

Joyce sighed at Hopper, making sense of his logic.

“We don’t exactly know what we’re dealing with here.”

“No.” Mike’s squeaky voice spoke, “but he does.” And you already know who he’s talking about.

You watched Mike leave the kitchen and entered the living room, his eyes set on Will’s unconscious body.

“If anyone knows how to destroy this thing, it’s Will. He’s connected to it. He’ll know its weakness.”

Max questioned his logic, “I thought we couldn’t trust him anymore? That he’s a spy for the mind flayer now?”

Everyone was now out of the kitchen and on the threshold of the destroyed living room, all eyes on Will as he slept.

“Yeah, but he can’t spy if he doesn’t know where he is.” Mike reasoned.

“What does that mean?” Steve asked.

“We need someplace we can blackout, a room that he wouldn’t recognize.” Mike clarified.

“We could… We could use the shed. Clear it out and cover the windows,” you supplied a place.

You and Hopper shared a look before he stormed out of the house, the back door slamming behind him.

…

Everyone split into groups.

All three Byers stuck together in finding fabric to cover the shed. Dustin and Lucas dug through the trash for something, and Mike and Max were in the kitchen. Nancy and Steve were in the shed once Hopper threw everything out.

Once everyone got what they were assigned or looking for, your groups met at the shed and went to work in making sure the shed wasn’t recognized by Will or the mind flayer. Every inch of space was covered in blankets, old carpet, and whatever was available and held together with duct tape and staples. A chair was set up for Will once Jonathan grabbed him from the house.

Everyone except you, Jonathan, Hopper, Joyce, and Mike went inside. The kids seemed hesitant but knew there were already enough people in the shed, not wanting to cause any alarm. Nancy and Jonathan let their hands graze across each other before parting ways. You watched them with broken eyes, then looked away catching Steve’s eyes before he turned away and left.

Now it was just the final touches before Will could be awoken. You tied him in white cording, you hated every second. Every twist tighter around his wrist, tying his ankles together, his torso being trapped against the taped chair. Mike set up a light that would shine directly onto his face, keeping everything and everyone hidden in the shadows.

“All right, you ready?” Hopper quietly asked Joyce.

“Yeah,” she sounded both hesitant but assured in her decision.

Hopper looked at you and Jonathan, you gave a nod of your head as his confirmation. He walked toward Will with a bottle of house cleaner in his grasp. He squared down and dosed a cotton ball in the strong smell and held it under Will’s nose.

After a second, Will’s head jerks up, his eyes blown wide. He looked everywhere, trying to decipher what was happening or where he was. He was struggling against the cording, his breathing ragged.

He didn’t look like Will. He has paled significantly, like a cold has taken hold of him and it hasn’t broken anytime since. His skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat, strands of hair sticking to his forehead.

“What? What? What is this?” He grunts against the restraints.

“What is this? Why am I tied up?” No one spoke.

Joyce walked forward, she lowered herself to his height, “Will, we just wanna talk to you. We’re not gonna hurt you.”

He ignored her, “Where am I?”

Hopper joined them, he held the mind flayer drawing Will made a few days ago, “You recognize this?”

Will didn’t answer, “Do you recognize this?” Hopper pressed. Will shook his head no.

“Hey,” Joyce cooed. “We wanna help you. But to do that, we have to understand how to kill it.”

Will got hostile, “Why am I tied up?” He yelled in her face. “Why am I tied up? Why am I tied up? Why am I tied up?” He kept repeating.

You had to cover your ears, and just mumble the alphabet to yourself, a panic attack rising. Will continued his yelling, this thrashing in Hopper’s hold. The lights start to flicker, and Will’s voice gets twisted and distorted at times. You had to shrink further into an already small space, this wasn’t about you with a tiny panic attack, this was about Will who was possessed.

He soon started to slow down, his words getting quieter and his body slouching forward. Hopper released his hold on Will and Joyce moved from her crouched position to a chair sitting directly in front of Will. His breathing was ragged, it was the only thing filling the room, other than your murmurs.

“Do you know what March twenty-second is?”

Will didn’t answer, his gaze blanked.

“It’s your birthday, your birthday. When you turned eight, I gave you that huge box of crayons. Do you remember that?”

He was so excited at the sight of getting to have every color in existence. Blabbering off different ideas he was gonna create.

“One hundred and twenty colors. And all your friends, they got you Star Wars toys, but all you wanted to do was draw with your new colors. And you drew this big spaceship, but it wasn’t from a movie. It was- it was your spaceship. A rainbow spaceship is what you called it, you must have used every color in the box.”

She continued to talk about the memory, how she brought the drawing to work, and showed it off proudly to everyone who entered the store. Will just watch, just breathing and saying nothing.

“Do you…Do you remember the day dad left?” Jonathan stuttered.

Will now face him. Jonathan walked closer, moving beside Joyce.

“We stayed up all night building Castle Byers…the three of us, building it the exact way you drew it. And it took so long because you were so bad at hammering.”

A choked laugh escaped you, a delightful moment in a bad memory. He missed the nail every time.

“And then it started raining, but we stayed out there anyway. We were all sick for like a week after that, (Y/n) about two. But we just had to finish it, didn’t we? We just had to.”

Then Mike spoke to Will, talking about the first day they met. On the first day of kindergarten, both of them were alone and scared. How Will said yes to Mike being his friend. You remember Will coming home that day and animatedly talking about how he made a friend, a giant smile painted on his face, you were so proud of him.

“Will, baby…if you’re in there, just please…please talk to us,” Joyce begged. “Please, I love you so much.”

It seemed like he was about to respond to Joyce, give everyone the confirmation, but he didn’t, “Let me go,” was all you got.

Everyone sighed, you weren’t getting through with Will. Suddenly Hopper wrapped a blindfold around Will’s eyes and ears. You were perplexed, but he only crooked a finger at the four of you and walked to the door. Everyone left with Hopper just behind. You waited for Hopper, but he continued forward, walking back to the house. Hopper rushed in and hastily grabbed a notepad and a pen, sitting at the table, and began to write something.

You stuck to the back of the kitchen again, still shaken up from Will’s repetitive screaming. It brought back bad memories and started to trigger something in your mind. Your arms crossed over your chest, the palms running in soothing motions over your biceps. Hopper was talking about morse code, saying Will was talking to them, but you zoned out. You let your mind go blank, the repetitive motions calming you down.

“(Y/n),” the voice sounded garbled like they were underwater.

It was like you were a zombie, with no response and sluggish movements.

A warm, but clammy touch on your cheek made you flinch from your head and come tumbling back into reality. You leaned back, the hand dropping from your face. You were perplexed at the sight of Steve standing so close to you, his back turned to the others, only focused on you.

“Sorry. I just- Jonathan said you had a- a panic attack…in the shed, earlier. You were kinda out of it when you came back.”

“Oh.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He said every word in a whisper, a message only for your ears.

You didn’t trust your vocal cords to form words, so you nodded your head instead. The conservation and moment was over when Jonathan walked to the door with his boombox in hand. That was your cue to head back to the shed with your group.

So, with a final look at Steve, you left the house and hurried behind Jonathan, trying to get up to speed on the new plan.

…

So, the new plan was pretty simple.

The four of you would take turns with Will, each of you shares a memory with him, something that held a bit of meaning. A memory that could keep him conscious, allowing him to tap a message in morse code. Which Hopper would relay back to the others through the walkie-hidden behind his back.

Jonathan went first. He placed his mixtape into the cassette player on the boombox, Should I Stay Or Should I Go was playing through the speakers. He talked about the first time he played this song for Will, how Joyce and Lonnie were fighting in the living room and the music drowned them out.

“And it was the first time you got into music. Real music.”

You would disagree with that statement, but now wasn’t the time to argue about your music taste…yours was better.

Mike talked about a campaign they had. Big insects in a sewer and how they were still on level one when they had to defeat them. Mike was throwing out D&D terms and techniques that you didn’t understand, half the words sounding like they came from Star Wars or The Hobbit.

“Then you cast Fog Cloud and saved us. You saved the whole party.” Like he was trying to do right now.

Joyce talked about different times when Will noticed someone needed a friend. Helping a little girl that was crying in the sandbox at the park, giving some boy his Tonka Truck cause he lost his. How he was always caring about people’s well-being before thinking about himself and his own needs.

Finally, it was your turn.

“Will, do you remember that time when we were drawing?” April 1980

Will was home earlier from school this particular day and you stayed home since you weren't feeling good the past few days, but you started to feel better this day. It’s like you could smell the color in the air, finally able to breathe through your nose instead of your open mouth. And you took a shower, your hair was greasy, the skin was sticky from night sweats, and you could barely leave your bed two days ago, but you took the opportunity to shower when your legs didn’t shake from your body weight.

Walking to the kitchen was when Will entered the house, so happy to see his excited face. It lit up the warmth in your chest.

“Hey, buddy,” you ruffled his hair as he stood in front of you.

“Are you feeling better? You don’t sound like a cat anymore.” He and Jonathan joked that you were coughing up hairballs. It was hilarious to them, but you couldn’t find any energy to smack them.

“Ha ha. Yes, I feel better. I even showered, but couldn’t clean my sheets… Would you be a doll-”

“No.”

“Will, come on! Please! I just need you to get them off my bed and throw them into the washer and dryer. I’ll have Jonathan put them back when he’s home.” Your hands clasped against your chest, bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout.

You knew he was gonna do it eventually, even Will knew he was gonna do it, but he was pretending to ponder over the request. Wanting to keep you on edge.

He tapped a theatrical finger on his chin, “hmm. If I do this for you, will you come draw with me?”

You grinned at the request, “I would have done that even if I didn’t ask.”

“Yeah I know, sometimes I just want to hold you hostage.” And he ran off to his room before running to yours, backpack gone. You were taken aback by the phrasing, a giggling slipping.

Once your laundry was in the dryer, you and Will made an artist mess at the kitchen table. Crayons, colored pencils, markers, and blank white paper covered every inch of that small table. Probably should have used the dining table, but it was too late.

You were doing simple designs. Flowers, grassy hills, decent mountains, sometimes just doing simple looping that formed something in the end. You would check in on Will every on and again, he was being very quiet. Every time you tried to lean over and glance at his paper, he would pull back and turn the paper away from your view.

“What are you hiding?” A sly remark.

“Nothing, it’s a surprise.”

“Oh! A surprise, for whom?” You poked fingers into his ribs.

He squirmed away from the offending digits, even moved to the chair across from you. You just grinned at the dedication to art, choosing to not bother him further, and went back to the quiet, only sounds of your breathing and the movement of whatever was in your hand against the paper.

After about two hours of drawing, mostly quiet with the radio playing in the background, you tried to get another look when you got up from the table and went to the bathroom. On your way back you tried to sneak past Will, but you didn’t do a very good job since the only thing in your field of vision was a piece of paper with the words GET BACK written in red crayon.

“Can’t I get a little peek?” You asked when leaving Will’s side and heading back to your chair.

“In a little, I’m not finished,” he murmured.

“Okay.” And you felt him alone again after that.

Jonathan came home an hour later, you immediately asked him to put the clean sheets on your bed. Better to ambush him now than to wait later. He said Joyce would be working a bit late tonight so he was gonna make the three of you dinner.

“Can’t we order out? Just tonight?” You pleaded.

Jonathan huffed, “what is it you want so badly?”

“I really want a Benny’s burger, oh, and a milkshake! Please, Jonathan! I need something cold for my throat.”

Will soon joined in on your pleading, and after a moment Jonathan dropped his head. Bingo. He grabbed his coat, wallet, and keys and headed out the front door, his car engine turning on after a second and his headlights left the living room.

“Always caves,” you chuckled.

You headed to the living room ready to watch a movie in the meantime. You popped the VHS of Grease into the player and waited for it to load the screen.

“(Y/n),” Will’s tiny voice called out.

You turned away from the tv and glanced at the kitchen, Will standing at the end of the hallway with his paper in hand.

You beckoned him forward, a hand dangling over the side, “what’s up?”

“I…I drew this…for you,” he was nervous.

You gently took the paper and held it with both hands in front of you. You scanned over the drawing, a drawing of you. He used crayons to fill the page with color, the box Joyce bought for his birthday this year. Your hair was shaded in, eyes bright with life only Will was capable of capturing in a drawing. A smile adoring your features, apples of your cheeks full.

It wasn’t until you saw a drop of water land on the paper did you realize you had tears in your eyes. Quickly you wiped your face and eyes clean, not wanting to ruin an inch more of the paper.

“I…I love it. Thank you, Will.”

You immediately stood from the couch and grabbed Will into a tight hug, not giving him an inch of space.

“I’m gonna put it in a frame and hang it on my wall,” you mumbled into his hair.

When you finished retelling the memory the house phone suddenly went off, Will’s head snapping at the noise. He was alerted. You panicked, but the phone stopped after the second ring. A sigh of relief was cut short when the phone rang again and then stopped again. You watched as Will’s eyes zoned out then started to close, his eyes zooming behind his lids.

“Will? Will, can you hear me?” You clasped your hands over his cheeks.

His breathing was heavy, he was panting.

“It knows. It knows where we are,” Hopper crouched beside Will.

Joyce came into view with the filled syringe and plunged it into Will’s upper arm. His head went limp. Everyone stood still for a moment before Hopper, Jonathan, and Mike headed out of the shed, the monsters screeching in the close distance. Jonathan came rushing back inside a minute later.

“They’re coming!”

“What?” You jumped to untie Will, everyone joining in to get the task done quicker.

“Come on. We gotta go.” Hopper commanded.

Once Will was freed Jonathan carried him to the house, and everyone rushed out. Everyone now gathered in the living room, Will’s unconscious body was in his room.

“Get away from the windows, are you guys stupid!” You yelled at Lucas, Max, and Mike.

Hopper was holding two guns and held one out to Jonathan, “Do you know how to use this?”

“What?”

“Can you use this?” Hopper repeated.

Just as you were about to step forward, Nancy beat you to the punch, “I can.” And Hopper threw her the rifle.

You went for the ax instead, lining up at the front with Nancy and the rifle, Steve and his bat, and Hopper and his gun at the end. The four of you kept an eye on the window and front door, watching and waiting for any movement. The screeching slowly was getting louder, they were getting closer.

“Where are they?” Max asked, but no one had an answer.

It went quiet, too quiet. It made your heart race faster. Then a loud thudding noise to the right of the house made you jump, everyone turning at the noise.

“What are they doing?” Nancy questioned.

There wasn’t any more noise from the dining area, a snarling noise back in the living drew the attention. They were groaning, screeching, rustling the bushes at the front of the house. They were toying with their food.

Then it all abruptly stops and it’s deadly silent again.

You held your breath before one of them crashed through the open window and was thrown across the room. Everyone screams in surprise and terror. All of you waited with bated breath for movement, any moment for it lunges and devours each one of you. But no movement, not even a twitch, it was dead on impact. Hopper trudges forward slowly, every one a step behind.

“Holy shit,” Dustin whispered.

“Is it dead?” Max voiced.

Hopper kept his gun aimed at it, his foot coming into contact with its flowering head. It rolled to the side, it was dead. Everyone’s guard lowered, sighs of relief filling the room. You lowered the ax to the floor, the handle slipping from your grasp. But your heart spiked when you heard the creaking of the front door. Guards were up, guns were pointed. You watched as the locks slowly undid themselves and the door was pushed open.

Your mouth was agape at the sight before you.

Walking through the threshold, there she stood, in all her glory.

El was dressed in a black shirt and oversized blazer with the sleeves rolled up, light denim jeans cuffed at the ankles of her white converses. Her hair was slicked back, you could tell it was longer since the last time you saw her. Her eyes were smudged with coal black shadow and she had a line of blood slowly dripping from her left nostril.

“El?” You voiced what everyone was thinking.

…

You watched the scene before your very eyes.

Mike and El walk closer to each other before they collapse into a tight embrace. Mike’s head rested on El’s shoulder, his body hunched from the year of growth. El’s hands clinging to Mike’s jacket, her tears rolling down her cheeks.

Mike pulled back, his hands on her upper arms, “I never gave up on you. I called you every night. Every night for-”

“Three hundred fifty-three days. I heard.”

She’s been alive this whole time, for a whole year she’s been alive and in Hawkins.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were there? That you were okay?”

“Because I wouldn’t let her,” Hopper’s voice interrupted.

A rage formed within your heart.

“The hell is this? Where have you been?” “Where have you been?” And Hopper pulled her into a side hug. They were arguing like they’ve…been…

“You knew?” You were irate.

Hopper knew, you’ve told him before, how you wished you stayed at the school. How you blame El’s death on your selfishness, wanting to go with your brother then watch the actual children. You’ve been beating yourself over this for a year, but it was pointless. She’s been alive this whole time and apparently staying with Hopper. “You’ve been hiding her,” Mike was just as furious as you, but his anger came from a different place, “you’ve been hiding her this whole time!” He slammed his fist into Hopper’s back.

“Hey!” Hopper grabbed his shirt, “let’s talk, alone,” and they left the living room before a door closed, shutting them off.

Lucas and Dustin throw their arms around El, her own wrapping over their shoulders.

“We missed you,” Lucas’ voice was muffled.

“I missed you, too,” El confirmed.

It was such a nice sight for once, the kids were happy to see an old face, as were you. You waited to have your moment with Eleven, content with watching them during this peaceful moment.

Suddenly El jutted a hand out and stuck her thumb into Dustin’s mouth, you were taken aback at the action.

“Teeth,” was all she said.

“What?”

“You have teeth.”

Oh yeah, Dustin grew in his front teeth over the summer. Would not stop showing them off for the first two months. “Oh. You like these pearls?” And he did a bad Chewbacca growl, which is something he also did for a few months at random.

“Eleven?” Max stepped forward, you could tell she was a bit nervous, “Hey. Um, I’m Max.” She held a hand out in greeting, “I heard a lot about you.” But El didn’t shake her hand or even smile at the girl, she just brushed past her and walked towards you.

You wanted to consult Max, but right now you needed to remind yourself El was alive. Her arms wrapped around your waist, her face hiding in the crook of your neck. Your arms over her shoulder pulled her in tightly, your face pressing into her slicked hair.

“I’m so relieved you’re alive,” you hummed in her skin.

You pulled apart, hands resting on her shoulders. A brilliant smile was on her face and you were overjoyed at the sight. A knuckle knocked playfully into her chubby cheeks.

“I love the new look.”

A wet chuckle, “bitchin’.”

“Yeah, it’s bitchin’.”

You wanted to spend more time with her, but knew she wanted to talk with Joyce. And also right now there were more pressing matters at hand, so you freed her with a quick kiss on her hair and watched Joyce embrace her.

With El now with Joyce, you walked to Max and the two boys. Her guard was up, arms protective over her chest, eyes looking everywhere, her shoes scuffing into the wood flooring. You taped a finger on her shoulder drawing her attention to you now.

“She doesn’t mean anything rude, she just wants to see familiar faces.”

Max shrugged her shoulders quickly, “yeah, yeah I- I understand.”

“I’m sure the both of you would be great friends in the near future.”

…

“It’s not like it was before. It’s grown.” Hopper sighed, “A lot. And, I mean, that’s considering we can get in there. The place is crawling with those dogs.”

“Demo-dogs,” Dustin had to clarify.

“I’m sorry, what?” “I said, uh, Demo-dogs. Like Demogorgon and dogs.”

You placed a hand on Dustin’s shoulder, “Now’s, not the time, Dustin. Please.”

“Right, yeah. Sorry,” and he shut his mouth.

“I can do it,” El said to Hopper.

“You’re not hearing me,” Hopper sighed.

“I’m hearing you,” she said firmly, “I can do it.”

“Even if El can,” Mike added, “there’s still another problem. If the brain dies, the body dies.”

“I thought that was the whole point,” Max was confused.

“It is, but if we’re really right about this…I mean, if El closes the gate and kills the mind flayer’s army-”

“Will’s a part of that army,” Lucas mentioned.

“Will could die,” anguish struck your heart.

No one knew what to say. The plan needed to happen, El had to close the gate, but if doing so caused Will to die, you would do anything to forfeit it all. Joyce stood from the table and strode to Will’s room, you followed a step behind with Jonathan on your tail. Soon everyone walked down the hall and went to Will’s room. He was still laying on his sheets, his chest moving up and down to show his breathing, but his body hadn't moved an inch.

“He likes it cold.”

“What?” You weren’t sure you heard Joyce.

“It’s what Will kept saying to me. He likes it cold.” She walked to the open window and shut it closed, “We keep giving it what it wants.”

“If this is a virus, and Will’s the host, then…” Nancy, ever the smart one.

“Then we need to make the host uninhabitable.” Jonathan finished.

“So if he likes it cold…” you stated.

“We need to burn it out of him.” A wrathful tone seeps through Joyce’s sentence.

“We have to do it somewhere he doesn’t know this time.”

“Yeah, somewhere far away,” Mike and Dustin noted.

Everyone tried to think of a place, somewhere we could stache Will without worrying about the mind flayer coming a second time.

“I know where,” Hopper’s deep voice realized.

…

“Are you coming?”

With Will waiting in Jonathan’s car, Hopper gave Jonathan the directions to his cabin in the woods where Jonathan and Joyce would burn out the flayer from Will and once that was done, radio Hopper and El would close the gate. Ending all of this for good. But when Jonathan asked if you were joining the two of them, you hesitated.

You wanted to be there for Will, so badly, but you knew you weren’t needed there. With the other three kids staying behind, you were learning from last time and staying with the kids. If something were to go wrong, you would be there to protect them from anything, even if it were to kill you.

“I’m, uh, I’m- I’m gonna stay here. You won’t need me anyway.”

“Are- Are you sure?” You heard the wariness in his voice.

“Yeah. I’ve always been the best babysitter,” you joked, trying to loosen the tension.

So, with a ‘see you later’ hug from Jonathan and an ‘I love you so much hug’ from Joyce, you headed back inside the house. The kids were waiting in the living room, the boys saying their goodbyes to El, making her promise to come back, “for real this time,” Lucas emphasized.

You made a detour into the kitchen, getting a drink, or just mindlessly walking around your house when you saw light from the backyard. Stepping closer to the sink and peering out the window, you saw Nancy and Steve standing beside each other. The two of them looked through the pile of stuff Hopper threw out of the shed earlier, looking for heaters, or anything for extra warmth. You couldn’t tell what they were talking about, and the dark distance didn’t allow you to gaze at their faces. They just stood in front of each other for a minute, maybe even two, before Steve walked away and back to the house.

You made haste to get away from the window, not wanting Steve to know you were spying on, what seemed like an intimate moment between the two. As you were making your exit from the kitchen, the back door opened telling you Steve was back. And if that wasn’t enough, his voice calling your name stopped you dead in your tracks. You spun around to face him, curiosity openly displayed on his face.

“Hey, uh, are you…are you going to Hopper’s cabin?” Then he backtracked his question before you could answer, “That’s dumb, of course, you are, he’s your-”

“Actually, I decided to stay behind,” your answer stopped his ramble.

His head tilted, a confused puppy came to mind, “oh. I just…I just thought since…”

“I know. I just…I just thought you guys would need me more.” A shrug of shoulders, “I can put up quite the fight when I’m not panicked.”

A laugh was shared between the both of you.

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Note: I am so sorry about the wait. I had said I would post in a few days but a lot has happened lol. So my house lost a fight with a tree and now there is a hole in it. I'll post pics of it later. My parents are getting a divorce and to top it all off I had state testing yayyy.

Looking at his still body felt wrong. Adam was always moving, even in his sleep. Whether it was his wings fluffing up or his thumb fidgeting with something, he was moving. As Lute watched him, she wanted to sob. It has been a few days since she stayed in hell with his body. In those days she hasn’t moved a centimeter, not to eat or to drink. She couldn’t without the reason for her to live lying in front of her unmoving.

Everything was a blur. Lute doesn’t remember anything clearly once Adam stopped moving. She vaguely remembers calling for Shiloh after Lucifer ordered them to leave his domain. She guesses that she promoted Shiloh to lead the exorcists and sent them back to heaven. They should be okay for the time being. Unless Sera decides to create more problems. She hopes that doesn’t happen.

Movement near her causes Lute to snap out of her thoughts. Her head twists at the sight of Charlie, holding a plate of food, making her way toward them. The princess of hell had been visiting every day since the fight. She brought food every time and attempted to get Lute to talk, but she was met with silence. Charlie sat beside Lute, still a respectable distance from Adam. (She learned the hard way how protective Lute is, even with his body.) The plate was set in front of the angel, a simple ham sandwich on the smooth white porcelain. Lute’s movements were slow and sluggish as she ate to offered food, Charlie had to take a bite of the food the first few times before Lute would believe that there was no poison.

Charlie spoke about what had been happening at the hotel as Lute nibbled on the food. They had finished repairs and were now working on a security system and a guest system. She spoke about how she now realizes that not all sinners are worthy of redemption, Valentino taught her that. Soon though, she went unto the topic of the exorcists. “Why did they want to hurt us like that? They had a choice whether to go or not, didn’t they?” Her question was spoken with such innocence and honest curiosity that it shot Lute through her heart. This was the person Adam and her were fighting a few days ago. So was so much like Emily it hurt.

It was silent for a few moments, Charlie opened her mouth to speak again but was interrupted. “No, we didn’t,” Lute spoke so softly and quietly that Charlie wondered if she had spoken at all if it wasn't for the angel looking at her sandwich in contemplation. “We didn’t have a choice.” She repeated a bit louder this time. Lute turned to Charlie, and the pain in her eyes surprised the princess. “We would have been killed.”

“.....What?” Charlie’s voice shook, her face slackened with surprise. Her remark would not be answered, not today. Lute had finished the last few bites of her sandwich and turned back to Adam. She would not speak again, even no matter how much Charlie would try to get her to. The plate would be pushed towards the other, a silent plea to be left alone. Charlie would sigh and leave with the plate, just as she had done for the past few days.

Days had turned into two weeks, Charlie visiting every day with a plate of food and spoken questions that would not be answered. Every time Charlie would try to convince her to leave. That he was dead. Lute wouldn’t listen. His body had never changed, the golden blood on him had dried ages ago, it clung to his clothes, his skin, and his hair. Even so, nothing had changed. Lute knows what a dead angel looks like, this isn’t it. She has seen him do this before, not for this long, but it has happened before. He was healing. He would get better. She knows that he will.

Charlie was here again, with an egg sandwich. But this time she wasn’t alone, Vaggie stood behind her. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought Vaggie.” Lute didn’t even twitch a muscle. The plate was sat in front of her, it was left there. It had been a few days since Lute stopped eating. Charlie had hoped that maybe Vaggie could convince her to eat, to leave. It was why she convinced her girlfriend to join her this time, she practically begged her.

“Lute, I don’t want to be here as much as you don’t want me here. Charlie is worried about you though.” Vaggie started, she sat next to Lute as she spoke. “You need to eat, take a shower, and relax. You can’t stay here and kill yourself for him. He is dead. There is nothing you can do to change that.” No matter how hard they try nothing would work. Vaggie spoke to her with such sincerity that surprised Lute. She had never spoken to them like that. Not even when she was still an exorcist. But even this didn’t work.

Vaggie sighed and turned back to Charlie, shaking her head. She stood and walked towards the hotel owner. “I don’t think anything will make her leave. She is killing herself for him.” At her words, Charlie made a sound of frustration.

“I just don’t get why she would do that for a man like him.” She spoke with such anger her words shook, as she motioned towards Adam. Vaggie only shrugged. She doesn’t know why either. Adam was rude, sexist, and cruel. He destroys anything and everything good. At least from that, they know of him.

At this Lute’s hand twitched, the first movement she had made in days. “Wait. Did you see that?” Charlie hurried towards Lute. Vaggie is not far behind her. “Her hand twitched.” The fallen angel shook her head. They waited for a few moments, hoping for more movement. Charlie sighed and turned from Lute. “I must have imagined it....”

“I’m sorry Charlie. I know that you were hoping for Lute to get better.” Vaggie tried to soften the blow, in vain. Dejected Charlie picked up the now cold egg sandwich. She slowly walked towards the hotel. “Let's try again tomorrow.” The ex-exorcist offered, only getting a half-hearted nod and a soft sure.

Lute continued to watch Adam intently. They don’t get it. They don’t know him like she does. They don’t know the Adam that would cook for her, the Adam that would hold her, the Adam that would force her to preen because ‘It is important to take fucking care of yourself Dangertits,’ the Adam that would offer to preen for her. ‘I’ll do a better job bitch.’ Sure he has his problems, he comes with damage, but he sure as hell was the best boyfriend she had ever had. She will be the best girlfriend he has had, do what they never did for him. She will stay just as she had promised. Even with people telling her how bad this is for her, and how she should leave. She won't. She can’t leave him. Not like they did.

She remembers the first time she got sick. It was about a month after they started dating. She was worried that if Adam found out he would think she was weak. But when he did find out (He found out because she collapsed after a spar) he didn’t think that. Instead, she opened her eyes to his worried face. He took her to their home, made her soup, and forced her on bed rest. He took care of her with no judgment. That was the day she learned that he could never think of her as weak. That he would love her no matter what.

That day means everything to her. The fact that he shattered those thoughts with a few simple moves amazed her. He makes her so happy and feel so loved. The thought of being without that breaks her. Lute will never leave him. Because she needs him too. She needs him in her life. Without him, there is no point in life. No point in existing. Adam is her everything and that is perfectly fine with her.

As her thoughts pass through her mind, a new day breaks. Soon Charlie and Vaggie returned, this time with a grilled cheese. Despite their hopes, nothing changed from the day before. Lute didn’t move or answer them, all she did was watch Adam. They spoke to each other of their worries. How long would this go on? How far would Lute take it?

Just as they turned to leave, Lute did something they didn’t expect. She moved, closer to Adam, but she still moved. Charlie rushed towards Lute but stopped after she noticed something. Her face twisted with an unreadable emotion. “Charlie? What's wrong.” Vaggie asked after she was next to the other. Charlie lifted her hand and pointed at Adam.

“He’s breathing.” She whispered. “He’s breathing!” She shouted not long after. For a moment Vaggie didn’t believe her, but then she looked at Adam. His chest raised and lowered with the motion of inhaling and exhaling. The motion of life. Adam was alive and Lute wasn’t crazy.

At this moment Lute couldn’t breathe. She was right this whole time. Adam was alive. He was doing as he had before, healing. She watched as his hand twitched, movement alighting in him once again. That wrongness she felt the entire time started to fade. He was moving again. His face scrunched up as he tried to open his eyes. “Adam.” She whispered as gently as the wind. “Adam” She repeated after a moment. Adam’s eyes opened slowly, gold peered at her.

As he moved to sit up, Lute lunged for him. She pressed into his chest and spoke only for him to hear. “I was so scared.” Her voice cracked and warped with tears as they slipped down her cheeks. Adam felt a warmth fill him, she stayed and she feared, all for him. He circled his arms around her, squeezing her perfectly into himself. They fit like a puzzle.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke into her ear, his voice soft and smooth. “I asked you not to leave, but left you instead.” Shame waved through him. He lowered his head onto her shoulder, pressing her further into him. “I promise not to leave you again.” He spoke with such finality that she felt her fear seep away from her.

Lute shook her head in his chest. “You had no choice. We know that.” And she was right. It was a magic he had no control of. As if it was ingrained into his very bones. Whenever he was hurt more than he could heal normally, he would fall into a deep sleep. One that nothing could wake him from, not even a cry from a loved one. He would only wake when healed. They used to wonder why or how it happened, was it a gift? A curse? They never got answers. Now they just know it will happen and there was nothing they could do about it.

The first time it happened was after Adam let a demon go. Sera was angered, she had said that would mean treason against heaven. She could not kill him though, the Archangels would find out what she was doing. So she hurt him instead. Adam had many scars from that instance and others that showed he never learned. She used Lilith against him, Eve, but it didn’t work. He always healed, and he always did it again. when Lute found him hurt and unconscious she was terrified- had demons gotten into heaven? When he woke three days later she learned that heaven wasn’t as great as she originally thought. It wasn’t a time she wanted to remember.

This was how it should be. As they held each other everything else faded. They were safe. It doesn’t matter that they don’t know what will come, just that they were together. No matter what comes at them, that is how it always be. Nothing will tear them apart, not even the gods.

As the two angels held each other, Charlie and Vaggie were amazed. Lute was right. He wasn’t dead. But how? How was that possible? He was stabbed through the back. He bled out. Despite all of this, they still watched as Lute hugged her very alive general. Charlie took a step towards them, hesitant and slow. Her breath was shallow and quick. For the first time, she didn’t know what to do.

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel fandom #adam x lute #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel fanfiction #starvation #lute needs therapy #adam needs therapy #adam and lute arent bad #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel charlie #vaggie #charlie x vaggie #adam and lute have a healthy relationship

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Imagine Lilith showing up at Adam’s house to discuss business. But Emily and Lute are there.

And when they see how condescending Lilith is to Adam and how nervous he gets around her. So Emily shows off her power in defense of her and Lute’s boyfriend. This surprises everyone and makes Lilith tone it down in fear of the seraph’s power.

After Lilith leaves, Lute and Emily hug Adam and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

A knock rang at the door of the First Man's household. “I've got it!” Adam stood from the sofa, leaving his two best girls to cuddle on the couch.

Adam swung the door open. “What's up fuuuu-” His shit eating grin dropped as he slowly looked up at the woman in front of him. “Fuck.”

“Good to see you too, Adam.” She stared him down, eyes narrowed.

“How are you even here?! You were confined to the-”

“Beach? Oh, you really thought that?”

“I knew that! There's no way you should be here- ugh!” Adam eyes watered as Lilith's hand wrapped around his neck, jerking him forward. “Listen, Adam, I'm not here to play games with you. I heard that you've been fucking with my daughter, and I want it stopped, now.” She growled.

Adam looked up at her, terrified.

“Hey!” Lilith's eyes shot up at the voice, “Put our boyfriend down, now!”

Her eyes fell upon the small angel with 6 wings, and Adam's bob-cut right hand woman.

“Two girlfriends, Adam?” She dropped him, stepping over his recovering form. “And here you used to call me, Luci and Eve blasphemous for this very thing.” She glared back at him, before putting on a smile to the young six winged angel. She hasn't yet met her.

Lilith held her hand out. “Hello, darling. My name is-”

Emily glared and gently moved it away. “Lilith. I know who you are and what you did to Adam.”

Lilith's eyes widened, before she let out a cackle. “Oh, what I did to him?” She turned to Adam, who sat up and looked at her with terrified eyes. “I see you've been lying to another poor unfortunate soul.”

She turned back to the girl. “And what is your name, dearest? I must say, you have a beautiful voice...” She tilted Emily's chin up.

Lute growled, grabbing her girlfriend's wrist and yanking her away from Lilith, stepping in front of Emily. “You don't touch her, you suka!”

“Oh, Lute, darling, such a foul mouth!” Lute was suddenly lifted off the ground, kicking her legs and gasping for air as Lilith raised her hand in the air. “That's no way to speak to the queen of hell! Show some respect!”

“Let her go!” Adam yelled, reaching out for Lute. Lilith shot him a glare, and he shrunk back down into himself.

“You'll stay here until you learn how to speak to your superiors!” Lilith narrowed her eyes at Lute, as tears slipped down the Exorcist Angel's face.

“ENOUGH!” Emily yelled, causing Lilith to stop and look at her. “You come into our household and start treating us this way? How DARE you!”

Lilith laughed. “Oh, sweetness, I don't believe you know who I am.” She started to raise her left hand.

“No,” Emily's eyes all opened, and her wings flared. Her voice went loud and powerful, full of command. “YOU don't know who I am.”

Adam's eyes grew wide, and Lute would have gasped if she had the air for it.

Lilith dropped her hands, astonished. Lute fell to the ground, coughing and wheezing as air filled her lungs again.

“A young seraphim with this much power?!” Lilith took a step backwards. “But- this is- this has-” She was at a loss for words.

Emily raised herself into the air.

“If you enjoy your life here in Heaven, I suggest you leave. Or I will have no problem reporting to Sera of your behavior. So leave...” Emily narrowed her eyes, and pointed toward the door, and Adam moved out of the way. Lilith glared.

“NOW.” Emily's voice sent sound waves that moved Lilith back a few feet.

Lilith growled, glaring at Emily. “Fine. As you wish... your highness. But beware, your bitch and your almighty first man aren't who they seem.” and with that, Lilith left, slamming the door behind her.

Emily slowly came back down. Her extra eyes closed and her voice returned to it's soft, loving nature.

“Emily...” Lute stared as Emily ran to help her up. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Moja miłość, I'm alright.” Lute smiled softly, her voice hoarse as Emily brought her into a hug.

Adam came walking over to them, and wrapped his wings around them both. “Gotta say, pipsqueak, that was badass! Didn't know ya had that in you!” Adam smiled at his girlfriend proudly.

Emily smiled back. “Neither did I...”

“You did good, Em.” Lute smiled.

“I don't know about you two, but all this drama has me exhausted. Wanna go cuddle on the couch?” Adam suggested, and the women nodded, both grabbing one of Adam's hands and dragging him to the couch.

He wrapped his wings around the three of them, as Lute and Emily cuddled into each other, and Adam. They all held hands together as they drifted off.

As Emily drifted off, however, she couldn't help but wonder what Lilith had meant by 'Adam and Lute weren't what they seemed'...

END

#DOMESTIC VIOLENCE #guitarangelicspear #lilith hazbin hotel #Suka:Bitch in Polish #Lute is polish.#Moja miłość:My love in Polish #Jessica Vosk is Polish so I made Lute Polish too

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Crush on another idol! | 4town part ONE.

DESC. Ur a famous idol, and 4town has a crush on u 🫶🏽! Hcs + a small scenario!! In Robaire, Aaron t’s, and Taeyoung’s you are a soloist. In Jesse and Aaron z’s you are also in a group! Jesse and Tae are in part two !

ROBAIRE

.♡ robaire saw you when he was scrolling through tiktok, he saw an edit of you and was like “who’s this SCRUMPTIOUS person?”

.♡ so he decided to do a little research on you…. Yeah that lasted a while

.♡ after a few days of just learning who you are, he unintentionally became a big fan of you

.♡ the rest of 4town found out when he was listening to ur songs and just FANBOYING

.♡ t called him a simp and he got beat up /j

.♡ when he was listening to ur songs, Tae was like “oh (y/n)! That’s my friend!” And robaire IMMEDIATELY grabs Tae and shakes him like “introduce me. Now.”

.♡ the type to like edits and pictures of you (and secretly own a Stan account…)

.♡ if you ever acknowledged him he would die on the spot no joke

✧ROBAIRE starts getting nervous once he sees you being sat down before the award show, now, it’s not like he didn’t want you there. The problem is, your table is right next to his. Your table is right next to his and you look too good to not be looked at.

Another group is about to preform and while your focused on them, all he can focus on is you. He swears whenever he looks at you the room turns pink and sparkles shine bright around you and- dear god what the fuck is happening to him???

“Ooooo robaire is looking at them and he’s looking hard!” Aaron t said in a teasing tone, his voice was a little too loud for robaires liking “shut up! What if they hear!” He snaps back. While the two jokingly argue you look at them since they were causing a little bit of a scene next to you

“Robaire DONT look but y/n’s looking at you and they look a little concerned” Tae whispers “oh shit.” Robaire slowly turns to face you, as you two make eye contact he awkwardly smiles, and when you giggled back he swore he died inside that night

AARON T

.♡ Aaron t heard about you before you even debuted with you’re first song, you were the talk of the internet right now

.♡ one day he just hopped online and boom #y/n’sreallyhot is the number one thing trending on Twitter??

.♡ and t, being nosy, clicked on the hashtag and damn now he understands why you were number one trending. You’re really hot

.♡ he kept up with updates about you (surprisingly, the rest of 4town were also interested in you! But nobody was a bigger fan than t)

.♡ and I’m serious when i say nobody was a bigger fan than him. He does not shut up about you

✧“Guys! Y/n’s first song just came out!” Tae shouts from the living room, and as soon as Tae blinks he opens his eyes and AARON T is right in his face “WHATTHEFU-“ “PUT ON THE SONG NOW” t shouts at Tae and Tae is damn near having a heart attack with the way t popped up out of nowhere

“Ayo chill out- I’ll put it on” Aaron z comes out to resolve the situation that’s going on, he puts on the song and he’s gonna be honest your song is really really good, but t’s screaming like a mad man in the background and it’s concerning everyone in the house

“What-?” Jesse pops out from the hallways, everyone’s sitting there confused and t’s going mental, rolling around on the floor and just……

“….should we call an exorcist???” Robaire asks “yes.” Everyone agrees as t is being possessed by the power of your song.

AARON Z

.♡ now he had actually found you kinda through Jesse

.♡ how this works is, Jesse introduced Aaron to a girl named vae; you and vae are in the same group! Soooooo when vae invited Aaron to come see her filming her music video, he most definitely was not expecting her to be in a group

.♡ not that he’s complaining tho, he saw you and vae talking and he was literally so shocked because DAMN.

.♡ even though Aaron thought you were attractive though, he didn’t make any moves. He wanted to know you

.♡ so best believe he thanked god for vae introducing him to you

✧”AARON!” Vae shouted from across the room, waving at aaron to come towards her.

Looking beside vae, he sees you. And you were really cute. He walks over to vae and looks at both of you, “what’s up?” He asks “I just wanted you to meet y/n! I think you two would get along.” Vae says as she backs away so you and Aaron can look at each other clearly. “Hi…” “hey..” and then a heavy silence follows…. “Damn y’all???? Hello?” Vae interrupts “sorry…” you awkwardly chuckle. After a small moment of quietness you finally speak up “uh, I really like your pin!” You say. “my pin?” He replies confused “your pin! The one on your bag?” Oh. I totally forgot about that. He smiles, “thank you, basketball is one of my favorite sports” “I-I’ve been trying to learn! Though I’m not really good with aim yet” you smile

By now, neither you or Aaron notice how vae’s been long gone. Nor have you two realized that it’s been an hour and you two were just chatting the day away, “alright guys! We need to get ready to film!” Your director shouts “oh wow, it’s been a while huh?“ you say “yeah! It’s fun talking to you” and to be honest Aaron doesn’t think he’s been this happy to talk to someone in a while. “I gotta go! Here’s your pin back by the way” “oh, thanks.” He takes the pin back, looking at it for a little while as you walk away he notices a little note on the back

“Call me and maybe one day you can teach me how to play. Xxx-xxx-xxxx”

Can y’all tell I was running out of ideas for Aaron z

#4town x reader #4town #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #4town robaire #(◍˃̶ᗜ˂̶◍)ﾉworks

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honeybeewhereartthee · 2 years

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Darling Dolls AU: Lost, Classmate, haunted and Blue star

Your family might grow in size but somehow your worries too. You thought while gazing at the for sale poster in the newspaper. About a very cheap house and lot.

A very sus sale. It's probably a haunted house. You thought about living in it. Since you have tatsumi with you, he could probably exorcist the place up, or just welcome the ghost living with you as roommates.

Since you already encounter things like darling dolls that seems out of fantasy, might as well drive into supernatural and horror genre.

You put down the newspaper that your holding and stared at the park. You look at the happy children running around and parents chatting about gossip of the week, then to a red haired teen who is walking mindlessly in circle as if not knowing where to go or is at lost.

You don't know why but he reminded you of someone, as you watch the lost red haired teen for a while, you suddenly made an eye contact with glaring predator like blue eyes of the stranger. He seems to discover your watching him for a while.

"..." You raise your hand to wave, to show your not awkward to other human being and not just a doll thing. His alarm gaze went down as a smile pasted on his face as he wave as you with both hand. "Hellooo!!" He greeted with a wide grin.

"Hihi!!!" You discovered that he seems to be a fun stranger and wave back with more energy. " Can I help you?" You ask as you already notice him being lost for a while. " Oooh--?? You wanna help a stranger ? " His already in front of you before you can say more. He hold both your hands with sparkling eyes.

"no one seems to want to help me in this city... Happy to know there's good on this world! Thank you very much in advance!!" He shakes your hands up and down with hyper energy to the max level.

"I mean, if I can. I would! The names MC!" You shake his hand the same energy his giving you. "MC? Nice to meet you MC! My name is Hiiro Amagi! You can call me hiiro and let's be friends!!" He introduced himself which made you froze in shock.

Ah that's why he look familiar. His rinrin younger brother.' you thought as you stare at the teen. Somehow that bet game of RinRin so excited about went to your mind.

It seems his gonna lost since it's 3-2 now. Through it won't be since I won't force the person to come home with me just to entertain rinne gambling addiction.

"-MC? You been daze? Could it be you don't want to be my friend? People in the city don't seems to like being friends in the first meeting.

But you seems very warm and kind person! I really wanna be your friend!" Hiiro snap you out of your thoughts which made you smile hopelessly as your label as a good person again when you sure you aren't and far from one.

" I wanna be hiiro friend too! So what do you want me to assist you with?" You then went to the main topic, hiiro then told you he want to go an agency for idols since he and his other friend want to be one.

But he don't know where to go. His friend cant go with him today because of some situation to lead him to the agency.

You know he meant ES, you happily guide him where it is, along the way you ask him why he want to go there.

"I wanna be an idol, so I can destroy all idols! And bring my brother home!" He loudly says In front of ES building, other staff stared at your direction and some idols did so too.

You suddenly don't want to bring him to his older brother, he sound like his gonna punch rinne the moment he sees him.

"Thank you very much~~ till then MC!" Hiiro waved you good bye as he run inside the agency. You stared at his back worriedly.

Your worried about hiiro interview would turn out well or not. As you stood in the view, you suddenly spot someone familiar who's about to enter the building.

"KANA~~!!" You called out to the classmate of yours from your previous school in elementary. You run to the person who don't seems to hear you calling out for him.

"Oi! Oi! Kana! You really ignoring me?!" You reach out to the person but stop when you bump to his back as 'kana' stop walking, at that very moment you know this is not kana. But a doll. Since you already have previous experience what doll felt like. You already know base on just contact.

"...oh. your aren't kana." You look up as you meet a familiar face similar to that classmate of yours but the difference is that kana is human. This person isn't. "Hmm? Are you perhaps calling out to HiMERU?"

"...ah... Sorry. I mistaken you for kana." You talk in a tone where only the of you can hear. "...could it be your someone HiMERU know before? Since you know HiMERU name."

"I thought your my classmate kaname tojou." You mumble as you stare at the second doll you saw today. You wonder why a doll pretending to be someone else. But it's none of your business.

"...oh it's HiMERU previous classmate. Hello, HiMERU greets you." He suddenly have a warm smile, which made you think your testing bad water at that moment.

"...ah. can I whisper a secret?" You thought about the place, you probably can't say that out loud. "Hm? HiMERU is fine with it." He lean in to listen to what you wanted to say.

"You aren't kaname tojou, arent you? You aren't human either." You whisper to his ear. Which made him widen his eyes before he back away with a smile as if maintaining his composer. "Oh my... HiMERU is quiet surprise..."

"Through I dont really care. None of my business. Can you just say hi to kana for me? Hehe. It been a while since we last meet. Say it's from MC! Bye bye HiMERU~~" you really don't want to deal with susamongus charades of someone today. so you wave good bye and left the imposter to go look for the house you saw in the newspaper, not knowing HiMERU narrowed his eyes as he gaze as your retreating figure.

"...say hi to kaname, huh... But it's impossible at the moment. I wish I could do that." HiMERU mumble to himself as he remembers his 'younger brother' lying in a hospital bed because of a tragic accident.

He remembers your words, somehow he wish that the one who's human is him and his brother is a darling doll. So he would just wake up by his love and care for his brother. Yet it's not case.

HiMERU sigh before his smile appear in his face again, hiding his pain and sorrow. He enter the agency's to talk about HiMERU going solo again today.

...

You went and check the outside of the house and thought it's large enough for ten people and looks very homely. You wonder why it's haunted in the first place.

Bang.

You heard the top floor window close so suddenly from the house. You look up and saw green eyes looking out from the window before disappearing to the darkness.

"...oh. I'm calling tatsumi to exorcist then." You mindlessly wave to the 'ghost' and left the property. You decided to take the house since you already saved enough with last commission you did out of the blue.

When you come back home, you saw rinne playing with cards in the table. You remember his younger brother you saw today, your debating if you should tell him that or not.

"Sup, mcmc?" He look up from his mini solitary game. You stared at the red haired older Amagi. You remember how hiiro seems to lack common sense of the city and to this older brother who know this and that of the city. "Did you run away from your home or something." You ask out of the blue.

"Pff.. that's a odd starting conversation were having. Gyahahaha. But yes I did." He said proudly.

"Ah... Cool. I did that too. But run away from an orphanage." You walk to the drawer to get some snacks as you casually reveal some fact about your past.

"Ooh, what a perfect pair then." Rinne don't seems to question your past and just smiled cheekily as you seat down in front of him.

"Here some snacks...Btw, I saw your brother today... He said he want to destroy idols and drag his big brother home." You waited till rinne take a bite of the snack before you told him the news.

"*Choke. Cough. Cough. Man, mcmc really showing sadistic tendency. You really waited till I eat to throw the bomb." As expected rinne is too surprised and choke on the snack his drowning himself in.

"Hmm? Not really." You lied with an evil smile. "So what are you gonna do about it?" Your curious what's the big brother Amagi gonna do with his little brother looking for him.

"Well, Idk. Shall I become an idol again to entertain his game? Gyahahaha. It been a while since the last live after all~~" rinne played with the cards in his hands, from one hand to another like a pro magician or gambling addict.

"Oooh~ yeye another live of Rinne and Niki!" Your excited to watch them live again. You and Rinne chatted more and played poker together.

...

The next day, you plan to take mayoi out for a mini outing together since it's been a while since you spend time with Mayoi alone.

He keep locking himself in that mini room behind the walls. You don't know what he have there through. Your in your room, no one is in the house but you and mayoi.

"Mayoi looks very pretty today too~~" you hug mayoi doll form, who shy away from your wide smile and compliments.

"Kyaaaa.... Your smile is melting meee~" mayoi shriek, trying to shield his face from you but you grab hold of his mini doll hands and rain smooch and kisses of love to mayoi who froze before blush appear on his doll cheeks. "Mwaah mwaah. Here's mc kiss of self esteem boost 💕" -mc.

"MC~ " he cooed, finally out of his shy self and hugged you back with his doll form. "I love mayoi very much~ my precious mayoi who been with me since long ago... I hope you don't feel left out with the crowd we have now days..." You felt bad for not paying attention to your very first friend and family. You don't notice your crying because of how bad you felt, you don't know if mayoi felt lonely or not. You felt warm hands softly rub your tears away, you look up and saw mayoi in his human form looking at your with caring and lovingly eyes.

"Don't worry, even if your surrounded with bunch of people. I would feel more happy as you have more people to call home." He kiss your forehead, and lean back to look at your again. There's a pause before He hold both your cheeks as he squish it playfully, he start to have that look in his face again. Ya know the look that would made doll tatsumi body go titan And boink him.

"Ahh~~ mc cheeks so soft~~ oh no! My thoughts are running wild.... Forgive me mc...!" He suddenly cannot handle it and transform back to his doll form and was about to run away but you grab hold of him and hug him.

"It's fineee~~ hehe." You lay on your back while you hug mayoi in your arms. He seems to give up trying to shy away and run away from you. As he lay on top of your chest staring at you.

"Hey... Mayoi do you wanna be an idol? I saw your interested on idols. " You thought about this a lot of times. If mayoi and tatsumi wish to be an idol unit once alkaloid is complete. You would support them, maybe it's one of the reason you want to find the last two. Through now you only need one more.

"M-me an idol? I... Wanted to be one... With everyone in the Alkaloid." He confess. "But so far there's no news right ... Since, Aira and hiiro still isn't around ..."

"Ooh. I actually meet hiiro today. We only need aira. We could ask again when you all in one place then." You and him talk about the future. You thought about the day mayoi become and idol. He won't just be your doll, who would sing for you alone.

But he would sing for others too, the time spend with them would be less maybe you will be the one who will be abandoned again... But mayoi always priority you since long ago. If he wanted to be free and be an idol to sing for everyone in the world. It be fine.

If worse come by... You could always--

Mayoi stared at you in a knowing gaze. He grip on your top tighten with all he can in his doll form.

"If alkaloid become an idol unit... You won't plan to leave right?" He seems to know you too well. His blue eyes show visible shaken and fear.

"I know I'm disgusting and unworthy... But before being an idol. I'm your filthy sinful and first doll! Your my owner! " He seems to be mad when you nodded your head. You watch the angry mayoi transfer back to being human again and hug you very tightly, afraid if he let go as you might leave.

"Nonononono. You could have many dolls. I won't care. But never abandoned us... Abandoned Me." He put his head on your shoulder, you felt ticklish as his hair brush against your skin.

"Haha. I plan to be the unit producer or custom/cloths designer. I will never leave you guys. "You can't help but laugh as you hug mayoi back. Trying to calm him down. This is supposed to be a bonding time not make Mayoi sad and angry.

He seems to calm down yet he continues to stay in the same position. Enjoying such moment yet fearing it would end so soon.

You suddenly realize, you cannot do your original plan. Might as well try to work out how to get there in the first place. You thought as you start to hear mayoi humming a tone, drowsiness takes over your system as he lullaby you to sleep.

"Ah... MC really is a bad liar... This doll of yours know you too well... " Mayoi show a a deranged smile as his reptilian-like blue eyes as he stare down at your sleeping form in his arms, carrying you effortlessly. He slowly stood up to carry you to your bed. He have thought of things what he would do if you really do what he fear you'll do. ' both abandoned... Treated less than a human or soulless toy by others... No one loves or cared for us till we found one another....' he softly place you in your bed.

' a disgusting, sinful, and filthy doll as I am... Who is but a phantom... Can never wish too much as I am not worthy of dreaming and making a wish.' he seat beside the bed, reaching out to hold your right hand with his own.

' Yet you a human child who never seems to have a home when we first meet. Give up eating for whole month and just sustain living another day with water you get from taps... Just to buy... No you called it a simple way to bring me home... You don't want to call it buying the rights to own me. Even through you really are my owner..." He mumble as he softly lean in to kiss your hand.

"Do you remember... That person said? Dolls like I, have souls. If given any form of affection of love enough, we will gain a true heart and one day become a real human..." His other hand reach out to felt his own heart that seems to beat like a normal human.

if darling dolls received affection like any form of love and care. They will gain a temporary human form and a false heart. But if they continue to be cared, love and the most important person to their owner or to a human, not just cared or love as a toy but a real person. They would able to be a real human and false heart will become a true one.

And Mayoi is already at the breaking point of being in-between a real human and darling doll.

It's a rare occurrence yet he never expected to be one of those one out of billions cases, when he once still under the cruelty of his first owner.

' I wanna be a real human.... Not just because it's one of a darling doll goal. Because I want to grow old with you... Being immortal as a doll is pointless if I were to only face nothing but loveless and Meet nothing but heartless humans to call my next nth owner.'

He seems to notice something from the open window. He stood up and slowly went to close it. Leaving not view for those who peek from the outside.

'if I'm a real human. I won't be unmoving and be too froze to watch you leave. You can never able to leave without me following behind you.' he smiled like an evil phantom of the opera.

"I love you very much ~~ 💕 ... It doesn't matter how much dolls you have. Darling or haunted... They don't have the connection that the two of us have... Connection that binds us together~." Like a deranged person he already know how bad, sinful and disgusting his own thoughts Is, even its a simple plan to make you to never leave.

His already beyond help, it's not like he can redeem himself. He will not redeem himself and be the oblivious person that would one day accept the fact you'll be gone.

Mayoi walk back to the bed and stared at you.

"I, mayoi ayase. The Phantom doll. Would forever till your very last breath haunt you and perish with you to the deep of hell or break through heaven just to be with you. If those things even exist... If not. It's just be the two of us in the empty void of eternity.' he swear to the blue star as slowly lean in to kiss you, this time in the lips.

Darling Dolls are like the story of the a wooden boy becoming a false human because of a blue fairy.

He would learn lesson in life and love of his creator and father made him become a real human.

But in the Darling Dolls case. It's a blue star that created and made darling dolls appear one day in the world. If a doll swear to the blue star. They swearing an oath and a promise that the star would make sure to be granted... It's one lifetime thing for darling dolls. Some might never use it as its too precious. Yet He use it at that very moment. He don't care either way because your worth the wish. Even if he made a selfish wish to be forever be by your side, through the times you continue love dolls, him or or the time where you come to hate the existence of dolls. He would be forever be with you. Human or not.

He lay beside you and wrapped his arms around you, keeping you secure in his hold. You unconsciously hug the familiar warmth of mayoi, making him smile through he felt like a sinful crime have been conducted as he kiss your unconscious form earlier. But its fine, not even the dolls who's with you now in your life or those who prey into your life can't do anything as his the first doll. So it's not wrong to own your first kiss, not as a doll but human to someone precious and dearly love person... Right?

A/N: no new member for your harem this time around. But here's a mayoi ayase moment ùwú. Srl thru. How's the story so far. Am I doing a good AU or what. Nvm no one read this note :'(.

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