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aloneintheafterglow · 11 months
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Buck’s head tilted, his lips parting and showcasing a not-so-subtle smile of awe, gentle blinks casting temporary shadows from his lashes as he absorbed Joey’s answer. “That’s-that’s actually brilliant. With Bobby’s new kick of working out and going for his runs, when Athena can’t run with him - the dog would be his partner. That’s-that’s a great point,” his voice pitched with its own excitement. “Hell, i might bring you with me to bargain. He’ll definitely believe it’s a sound idea of you’re there too. Bobby has always valued your feelings.”
The man was chipper with a newfound motivation, the help of the source of curiosity seated, yet physically effervescent and adjusting in place to get a better view of the dessert he’d set to cool on the stove-top. “Well, if you must know,” his arm extended on the table, filling up space between them, with a confident tilt of his head, “With my improved mathematical sense, I have dabbled into new recipes and with little to no help, this one is mostly on me. Though, I did have to ask Eddie to lend me some cinnamon.” His index finger tapped on the table, coyness sheltering his smile as he looked at his own digit, his mind momentarily taking him to the night he’d been struck by lightning.
It was still such a mystifying thing to the man, that he’d medically died and had been given a second chance to return to the life and people who mattered the most to him. This second chance came with realizations staring back at him - one of which smiled across from him, her hair falling over her shoulder and exposing a sliver of her neck while she peered into his gaze. Heat rose to his cheeks with a gentle chuckle as he found himself staring too long. “Uh, thanks-thank you. I just hope it tastes as good as your apple pie recipe. I trust you will let me know with the utmost honesty.” A playful grin overtook the place of his tongue after it swiped at his bottom lip.
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Dyslexic Dyscalculic! Evan “Buck” Buckley
[ID: A 3x3 moodboard, themed around dyslexic dyscalculic Evan “Buck” Buckley from 9-1-1. Images are as follows: a red pin back button with a speech bubble saying, “I’m dyslexic.” on a white background; a monochrome mirror photo of a person’s outfit, they are wearing a short sleeve black and white striped button up with black sunglasses hanging from the neck of the shirt and black pants, one arm is holding a phone up and the other is in their pants pocket; gold writing on a white background that says, “You have a heart of gold.”; a white neon letter sign that says, “This is the city that I love.” on a black background; black text that says “confused” spelled incorrectly on a white background; a monochrome photo of a California license plate that says “I’m trying.”; a gold enamel pin that says, “Do good.” on a white background; a monochrome photo of a person from the neck down, standing in the rain, their white t-shirt is stuck to their chest from the rain and their hands are out to their sides; a red pin back button with a speech bubble saying, “I’m dyscalculic.” on a white background. END ID]
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megalony · 3 months
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Mayday, Mayday
This is an Evan Buckley request I finished so quickly. Re-watching season six has put me in another Buck mood and made me desperate to write about the lightning scenes. I hope you all enjoy. Requests are always open.
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Summary: Evan's worst nightmare comes to life when he watches his wife get struck by lightning. And he does everything in his power to save her.
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"Go get 'em, cowgirl."
A jolt ran down (Y/n)'s spine when the safety clip was hooked onto the belt around her waist, pulling her onto her back foot. Her eyes landed on the red cable clipped onto her back that reached down to the winch at the bottom of the ladder she was on.
"Thanks. Do me a favour and move the ladder closer, I'm not jumping onto the balcony, you know." (Y/n) nudged her shoulder with Eddie who saluted and nodded to her request, squinting to look at her through the rain.
The ladder was close but not quite close enough for (Y/n) to make a safe jump or climb over onto the balcony. They had to be at least another five inches closer, there was no way (Y/n) was jumping that distance because if she missed, she would be hanging in mid air with no way up or down.
With her fingers curled round the ladder, (Y/n) started her ascent and climbed up. She took deep breaths and rolled her lips together, trying her best to look around despite the rain pouring down down. It was so heavy that she couldn't see the ladder in front of her with the torrential downpour that made her helmet jutter on her head and raindrops fell down the rim of the helmet onto her nose.
Her lips were drenched, her lashes were fighting off the rain and every inch of her skin was shaking from the low temperature.
"Fucking weather," She muttered to herself as she reached the end of the ladder and took a quick glance around.
She could feel the ladder moving beneath her, getting her as close to the fifth story balcony as they could so she didn't have far to climb. There were three families still stuck inside who needed evacuating and the 221 team were trying to get inside through the lobby and clear the stairwell. (Y/n) had to head in through the balcony and escort everybody down and make sure the building was clear.
Eddie's voice came through the radio in muffled clumps of static so all (Y/n) heard was 'you… ch.. o.'
"Come again?" Her left hand curled around the radio and she leaned her head closer, pressing her ear as close to the radio as she could to try and workout what he said. He was either giving her the go ahead to climb over or giving her some sort of instruction. "Eddie?"
(Y/n) tilted her head over the side of the ladder and let herself look over the edge.
A fond smile lit up her wet lips when she clocked her eyes on her husband stood at the bottom. He had one hand on his hip in a rather cocky manner and the other pressed against his helmet to shield his eyes as he looked up at her. He wasn't heading into the building just yet, he and Bobby were waiting to help guide everybody out and get the hose to put out the lower fires. And Evan wasn't about to start that until he watched his wife get into the building to make sure she was alright.
If she were a bit lower down, (Y/n) knew she would have seen Evan grinning at her.
A shudder bolted down her spine and she tremored on the ladder, hunching forward when a horrid noise rattled through the sky. Her eyes lifted and her head snapped up towards the sky but all she could see was thousands of white droplets raining down from the heavens. The sky was a misty blue mixed with swirls of black like a canvas with only a few swirls of clouds to be seen through the rain.
Looking up from this angle made the rain seem like it was being sucked up from the ground rather than falling down from the clouds.
"What the Hell is that?" (Y/n) didn't realise she still had her fingers pressed into her radio while her attention was on the sky.
Evan pursed his lips, morphing his smile into a frown as he watched his wife look up towards the sky.
They all heard it too.
The rippling noise that made them feel like they were deep underwater. The sky looked unforgiving, full of darkness without a single glimmer of light to guide them tonight. It made the building look like a beacon in the sheet of blackness, shining a vibrant burgundy with melted orange flames flickering at the sides. Leaking brown ash clouds up into the night sky.
"Babe you okay?" Evan gripped his radio and raised a brow, keeping his eyes on his wife. It wasn't strictly professional but Evan wasn't used to saying her name, even on shift he rarely ever used her name and none of the team seemed to mind. As long as they did their jobs and weren't all handsy with each other, no one cared if nicknames slipped past their lips.
"I-"
Lightning. It broke through the clouds, a true act of God right before their eyes and Evan swore he could see a hand throwing the lightning bolt down at them like an act of vengeance.
He watched in horror as the streak of pure crystal white lit up the blue hue in the sky. But his knees caved in and sent him down towards the floor when he watched it strike his wife.
How was that possible?
How had God timed that so unjustly? How had it gone towards (Y/n) like that as if she were a magnet attracting such force? They couldn't have wished for something like that to happen or planned it in a million years, but the lightning caught her. It was so precise, Evan thought that he was watching a trick unfold before his eyes.
He heard her scream. It was the howl of a banshee that tore through his heart and set off an explosion in his chest.
Evan had never seen anything like it.
Sparks flew out from the end of the ladder like a firework display as (Y/n) fell backwards. Her back hit the very edge of the ladder which seemed to throw her up into the midnight air like an acrobat. Her body flipped, throwing her legs up while her head and shoulders fell over the edge of the ladder and plummeted down into thin air.
Evan didn't realise he was screaming until he felt Bobby's hands on his shoulders, holding him up so he didn't collapse down to his knees. He forgot for a second that (Y/n) would be on a harness. The buckle clip was holding steady to the harness around her waist which kept her suspended four stories in the air. Her legs and arms dangled down, limp and lifeless and her head snapped so far back it was almost touching her shoulder blades.
Her helmet fell through the air, carried by the rain and landed with a crack just three feet away from Evan. He could even see the crack that split up the back of her helmet, cutting right between the K and L, splitting up their joint last name like the universe was separating them forever.
"Get her down!" Evan pushed away from Bobby and bolted through the rain, slapping his boots against the concrete until he was stood directly beneath her. He tossed his helmet away from him, wanting to break it and anything in his path. The rain trickled down the back of his neck as he stared up at his wife, begging to be in her place instead of down here.
It would waste too much time climbing up onto the truck to try and winch her down himself when both Eddie and Chimney were already up there.
"Get her down! Get my fucking wife down now! Now!"
"Hen get a gurney, Chimney release the winch." Bobby spoke into the radio just in case his voice couldn't travel through the storm to his team while he stood directly beside Evan.
Eddie was already halfway up the ladder when they looked ahead into the sky and he fell down, hanging his upper body over the side of the ladder to grab the rope. He couldn't pull her up. Not if he had all the team up there with him, the rope was caught on the ladder and her weight was reaching towards the floor, dragging her back up wasn't an option.
A guttural cry left Evan's lips while Eddie screamed, waving one hand at Chimney to get him to go faster. And he threaded the rope between his gloved fingers, easing it down as (Y/n) started to lower like a package being delivered from the Gods down to Earth.
Evan's arms stretched up into the air and he waved his hands continuously while he stood on his tip toes to reach up for her, desperate to grab her. Despite being six foot two, Evan felt one foot nothing while he waited for his wife to come down from mid air. He couldn't do anything until she was in his arms and precious time was being wasted with her dangling there like bait on a hook.
"Unhook her." Evan pushed up and curved his hands beneath (Y/n)'s limp body as Bobby unclipped her so they could save two or three precious seconds to lower her down.
With the gurney placed directly beneath her, Evan laid her down and tore the gloves from his hands as they were an unwanted delay.
Terror ransacked Evan's body as he tore (Y/n)'s luminescent jacket apart, busting the zipper that flew out like a bullet and disappeared into the background. His numb, trembling fingers looped into the collar of her cotton shirt that needed to go. It would have been easier if she wore her button up shirt like he had, but it didn't matter now.
Evan tore apart her shirt like it was a tissue, split seams forming jagged lines all down the middle until it was nothing but a flimsy bit of cotton hanging off each shoulder. Revealing her dark blue bra, sodden chest and skin that was bubbling and swelling from the strike.
"Baby… oh baby," Evan's left hand cupped her cheek and kept her head straight but he hated how cold and lifeless her skin felt. There was no colour, no heat and no twitching muscles beneath his touch. He pressed his right hand against her neck and waited before he moved his hand down and pressed his palm down over her sternum. "I don't have a pulse and she isn't breathing!"
"Get the pack."
Hen placed the medic pack down beside (Y/n)'s left thigh and opened it up but she stopped when Evan smacked it so harshly a loud bang echoed around them.
"She's drenched and she's been electrocuted. You'll fry her!" Spit and rain spat past Evan's lips as his ocean blue eyes darkened into black holes, consuming everyone who dared look him in the eye.
She had been drenched before she got on the ladder, their suits weren't exactly water proof and now he had opened her shirt, she looked like she had taken a bath in her clothes. She had already gotten a shock which had stopped her heart, another one wasn't going to help her right now and they would do damage if they used the defibrilator on her while she was wet.
"Get an ambulance over here now. Mayday, mayday. This is Captain Nash, we have a firefighter down. Repeat, firefighter down, struck by lightning. I need a team on standby at the nearest hospital."
Evan tore his florescent jacket off his shoulders and let it fall into a puddle behind him before he clamped his fingers down on the stretcher and climbed onto the metal frame. All eyes fell on him in worry but no one dared stop or question what he was doing.
They watched in utter panic and defeat as Evan climbed up onto the gurney and clamped both his knees down into (Y/n)'s thighs harsh enough to leave bruises. He straightened his chest out, locked his arms and curled one hand over the other before he pressed them against her chest just to the side of her sternum over her breast.
"Don't you dare do this to me. You won't leave me, I won't fucking let you."
His elbows tensed and locked in place to keep his arms straight as he pressed down, trying to measure five inches down so he was pressing enough to reach her heart.
(Y/n) couldn't die.
She couldn't die here and now. Not when the whole team was here to bring her back and Evan would give his soul to the devil if it would keep his wife safe. She wasn't allowed to leave him, there was no way Evan could cope living a life without her. He would end himself before he lived a life of grief.
"Somebody bag her she needs air!"
Why was Evan the only one doing something? Why were they all staring at him like headless chickens waiting for orders?
He stopped his compressions when he reached thirty and waited for Eddie to place a mask over her mouth and squeeze two breaths of air past her lips before he started again.
The stretcher jolted his movements between the sixth and seventh compressions but Evan regained his composure and continued while they wheeled the stretcher into the ambulance. Both Eddie and Hen climbed in the back with him and Bobby rounded to the front as Chimney drove. The whole team were going to the hospital.
No one was waiting behind when one of their own was in peril, they stuck together. The 221 and the rest of their station house could deal with the fire and get the truck back to the station while the rest of them took (Y/n) to the emergency room.
"Baby come on. Don't do this to me. Baby please," Evan spat each word through gritted teeth that were clenched down so tightly they were about to shatter.
He could feel the rain and sweat rolling down his skin, sinking beneath the collar of his shirt, beneath his arms and even through his trousers. His skin was flushed red and radiating heat despite the cold night air and goosebumps prickled over his arms as his numb fingers continued to press down into his wife's chest deep enough to feel her ribs creaking beneath his hands.
Hen took over the air bag so Eddie could move round and grab some flannels from one of the drawers. He furiously wiped down (Y/n)'s neck and across her chest and stomach, trying his best to clear her of any water so they could shock her.
He clipped the monitor to her index finger and grabbed the two blue and white stickers, placing them at the top left of her chest and lower right side before he patted Evan's shoulder.
"Stand clear."
Spit rolled down the corner of Evan's mouth and he heaved each breath until stars danced across his vision. He let go of (Y/n)'s chest, braced a hand on the roof of the ambulance and pushed up on his knees so he wasn't touching (Y/n). He couldn't climb down yet because he needed to continue compressions if the shock didn't work.
He winced, choking on a mortified sound when the shock burned through (Y/n)'s chest and arched her back up from the stretcher before she flopped back down, lifeless.
"Going again-"
"You're not frying her heart." Shocking her too many times would only ruin her heart that had already received a horrific shock. Her lungs, heart and probably her liver would have been affected by the lightning, they couldn't give her too many shocks or she would never come back to him.
Evan started compressions again, blinking away the tears that dripped down onto (Y/n)'s cheeks as he started to growl and gasp each time he pushed down.
"Go," Evan braced both hands on the roof and leaned his head back until his neck clicked and strained in pain.
His head jolted forward after the second shock when the monitor started to beep.
"We've got a rhythm! Pushing fluids and a dose of adrenaline." Eddie slumped back down into a seat and grabbed an IV bag and a needle, He threw the bag on his shoulder and pressed his thumb against the back of (Y/n)'s right hand until he found a suitable vein and slowly inched the needle through. He opened the IV cap wide, letting the fluids pump through into her system to give her a boost and keep her going.
He then grabbed a dose of adrenaline and capped it into her vein, her heart needed all the help it could get.
"She's not breathing, I need to intubate."
Evan swung his leg over the side of the gurney and flopped down onto his feet before he turned and slumped his body over the gurney. His hands grappled for (Y/n)'s hand and pressed it against his burning, sodden lips that were quivering from shock and pain.
He watched Eddie tilt (Y/n)'s head back and hold the air bag while Hen cupped her chin and pressed a tongue clamp into her mouth. She slid a thin, clear tube down (Y/n)'s throat and as quick as anything, Eddie attached the air bag and started squeezing.
The relief was evident in Bobby and Chimney's eyes when they opened the back doors to the ambulance and heard the heart rate monitor steadily beeping. They had gotten a pulse back on (Y/n). Evan wasn't sat on his wife's hips too give compressions any more. A heartbeat meant she had a chance and that was all they could ask for right now.
Evan kept tight hold of her hand while Hen and Bobby pulled down the stretcher and Eddie stood on the other side, squeezing the bag to give her each breath she needed.
"What have we got?" A team of three doctors and two nurses were waiting on standby in the paramedic entrance to the hospital, as requested.
"(Y/n) Buckley, female, twenty-two, struck by lightning."
"She had no pulse for three minutes and seventeen seconds," Evan could barely hear himself speak but those times rattled around in his head. He could feel the stop watch in the front of his mind clicking on and off, flashing those numbers before his eyes. He had counted how long his wife had flatlined. That wasn't something he thought he would ever have to do.
"Compressions, two artificial shocks and a dose of adrenaline administered on route."
Evan ran his fingers through his hair and tugged so harshly he winced and felt a few loose hairs become stuck between his fingers. What were they going to do? How were they going to take care of his wife? What did someone do for a lightning strike? Did people usually survive this kind of thing- had this ever happened before?
"S-she's allergic to anaesthetic and morphine, don't give her any morphine." He jolted forward as if he might grab a doctor when none of them looked at him or looked like they were listening to him.
When a doctor prescribed (Y/n) morphine after an injury last year she almost went into cardiac arrest. She had never had morphine before and her allergy was severe. They couldn't give it to her not even by mistake or they would surely kill her.
"We'll take her from here," One of the nurses placed a hand on Evan's chest while one of the doctors took over the air bag to administer each breath (Y/n) needed and the other two doctors tried to wheel her away.
They couldn't take her from him.
He was the reason she now had a heartbeat back. Evan had to stay with her in case she flatlined again and no one here was competent enough to bring her back. What if she needed him? What if she could sense that he was no longer by her side and she panicked? Evan couldn't wait out here for her in agony, he wanted to at least be in front of the window to keep watch over her.
"No-"
"Buck come on, they'll look after her."
"I look after her! No- she's my wife get off me-" Evan tore his body forward and wrenched his arms out of Bobby's grip, only for Eddie to stand in front of him like a boulder.
A wave of hurt washed over Evan's face and torrential tears flushed his face when Eddie gripped his shoulders and Bobby held his biceps to pin him back. They weren't letting him go with her. They were purposely keeping him separated from his wife. Why were they doing this to him? Why were they trying to hurt him?
"Take care of her."
"We'll do our best."
"Your best isn't fucking good enough!"
Evan didn't want them doing their best. He wanted certainties and results and to be right by his wife's side, holding her hand to ensure they weren't doing anything wrong. He wanted to oversee her care and be the one administering the care so he knew for certain that she was going to be okay.
Both Evan's hands scrunched up Eddie's jacket and he let himself fall forward until Eddie went down on his knees with Evan in his arms and Bobby knelt behind them.
What were they going to do?
***
"Why don't you try and get some rest?"
"No thanks," Evan didn't bother looking up, his eyes stayed intently focused on the hand he had clasped between his fingers. He could barely keep his eyes open properly, for the past two hours they had been half-lidded like shutters about to close, but he didn't care.
If he looked at (Y/n)'s void, blank expression it just made him tear up and feel ready to cry. If he stared at the tubes stuck up her nose and down her throat and the wires in her veins, he felt like he needed to be sick. And if he closed his eyes, he was afraid to go to sleep and have something happen to her. The only option Evan had was to stare at the walls or stare at their entwined hands and pray.
"Evan, you need to rest. Making yourself sick won't help her." Usually when his sister used his name it made him shiver and relent. But not today.
He only wanted to hear his name pass through his wife's lips; she was the only one who called him Evan.
"Come on, I'm taking you home. Bobby said he will watch over her-" Maddie gasped and took a step back when Evan flung her touch off his shoulder and batted his hand out, coming within an inch of slapping her to get her away.
"Don't you get it?" His eyes were null and void of anything but anguish, it was all he could think, feel and taste. "If I leave her, something might happen. I can't rest, Maddie. I can't close my eyes because she gives me nightmares; I can see her dangling on a wire, ready to be snatched away from me and in my dreams I can't get her back. When I try to sleep and I don't hear that heartbeat, I can hear her scream ringing in my ears and it makes me sick."
Evan didn't want to leave the room, let alone the hospital because he had a sick, twisted feeling that if he left, she would get worse. He didn't want her state to change for the worst or for the better unless he was right beside her.
When Evan closed his eyes, his mind fell to sleep too easily but it dragged him back to that night two days ago. He could see his wife hanging there, her body limp, swaying in the torrential downpour. And when Evan stretched his hands out for her, the red wire keeping her afloat suddenly reeled up and lifted her high into the clouds, out of his reach forever.
He couldn't see her face in his nightmares and when he tried to sleep in the corridor yesterday, the silence was too sickening. He fell asleep and woke up to the sound of (Y/n)'s banshee scream ringing in his ears, curdling his blood like sour milk.
He had to stay here where they were both safe. Together.
"But if you don't look after yourself, you'll be in a bed in the next room and that won't help her."
"I don't care."
It was too hard to think about drinking, eating, sleeping and generally caring for himself when his wife was on a life support machine at his side. Evan didn't care if the world crashed and burned around them. He didn't care if he passed out from malnutrition since his body was used to three meals a day and at the moment he was barely having three bites of food. He didn't care how much muscle mass he started to lose, how many headaches he started to have and how ill he made himself.
He couldn't move away from his wife, not for longer than a minute to use the bathroom. That was his only exception.
"Buck, please-"
"What's happening?"
Evan tore his eyes away from his sister and looked back down at his wife when she suddenly started to move.
She had been placed into a coma when she arrived at the hospital, she was on a ventilator since she couldn't breathe on her own and her heart and lungs had suffered an extreme shock. Her body needed time to heal with Evan's body deteriorated by her side. She shouldn't have been moving at all.
Her shoulders hunched up, her chest compressed on itself and tightened up and her back started to flail up and down on the bed. It was her chest and torso that were moving horribly, pulling inwards and jerking with violent spasms.
The monitors were screaming, red lights flashing and the emergency alarm sounded for assistance.
"Maddie what's happening?!" Evan let go of (Y/n)'s hand and stood up, allowing his sister to pull him a few feet away to the end of the bed as two doctors filtered into the room.
"She's not getting enough oxygen," Maddie whispered the words quietly into her brother's shoulder as her fingers clamped down on his biceps. Her lips pressed against his bare arm and her chest pressed into his back while she felt his trembling hand reach up to grab hers.
"Why, s-she's on a ventilator?" How could she not be getting enough oxygen when she wasn't even breathing on her own? The machine was set to give her a certain amount of oxygen and CO2 to level her out and keep her body working. Why was she suddenly unable to take in enough oxygen?
As he watched her continue to jerk and spasm, a sudden breathlessness came over Evan and he felt like he too should be put on the machine. His lungs were shrivelling up in his chest, his shoulders were quaking and his hand pressed into his chest as he started to gasp.
"She's gonna leave me," His voice came out through a gasp with a burning, snorting inhale of air before Evan let his knees give way and went down to the floor.
He curled up, pulling his knees to his chest as his fingers tangled in his hair and he started to croak. He was going to lose her. She was going to die. His efforts to save her, his prayers, the rosary beads Bobby had given him to help him pray, it was all going to be for nothing. God had decided to strike her down with lightning. He was using (Y/n) to punish Evan and now she was going to leave him.
A bubbling sob burned past Evan's lips and before he knew what he was doing, he buried his face in Maddie's chest when she knelt down behind him. His arms coiled into his chest and his forehead pressed against Maddie's neck as she wrapped her arms around his broad frame and let him start to rock back and forth.
"I- I can't, I can't,"
"Hm? You can't what?"
"No, I can't be alone," His voice crumbled, his words came out in a low whine like a child and his chest burned as he started to sob. Evan couldn't cope on his own. He wouldn't live if (Y/n) died. He wouldn't stay here without her.
***
"What if she doesn't breathe on her own?"
Evan looked like death on two legs. There was no colour left in his face, his complexion had turned a pasty grey with deep black and purple creases beneath his eyes and pale burgundy lips that were chapped and broken. His cheeks had sunk into his face, his eyes were hollow and held bags beneath them. His throat looked tense and shrunken, his hands were trembling and split at the knuckles.
Five days he had been sat here. He hadn't gone home, he hadn't eaten more than a slice of bread each day. He barely drank four cups of water. He didn't wash, didn't sleep, didn't move or exercise and didn't go farther than the bathroom.
The only thing he had done while he was here was shave. (Y/n) didn't like him unshaven and he couldn't hold her hand against his cheek if he had stubble cutting on his face.
The doctor was stood at his side, waiting patiently to answer his questions and get ready to remove the intubation tube.
"Then we put the tube back in and wait a little longer."
Evan wasn't stupid. He knew if the tube came out and she didn't breathe, it would go back in and she wouldn't be waking up again. If she couldn't breathe on her own after a week of ventilation, her body was unlikely to recover and Evan would have to commit to the idea of watching his wife die and find a way too end his existence too.
"Okay,"
He ran a hand over his face before both hands went back to gripping (Y/n)'s hand that he pressed to his lips.
He could feel Bobby standing nervously behind him, rosary beads in one hand and his other hand resting on Evan's shoulder. He was the only person who knew what was happening today; Evan couldn't bear to tell anyone else. He didn't want Maddie here because if this went south, she wouldn't be able to hold Evan and herself together and they would both have a breakdown.
Their parents were waiting anxiously at Maddie and Chimney's house, wanting to help in any way they could but Evan had nothing for them to help with. They couldn't persuade him to leave and when they tried to stay, all he did was stare blankly at the wall or cry when his mum tried to hold him.
And Evan didn't want the team standing at the window watching anxiously. If (Y/n) didn't breathe on her own, Evan was going to crumble and he couldn't have an audience for that.
He needed Bobby. He needed the man he classed as his father here to be his moral support and hold him together if this went badly. Bobby would be able to contain himself and console Evan if (Y/n) couldn't breathe on her own. No one else would be able to help like Bobby could.
"Here we go,"
Evan took the deepest breath he could and straightened out his shoulders. His lips smothered the back of (Y/n)'s hand and his eyes focused intently on her blushing lips when the tube was slowly pulled from her throat.
"Come on baby… please, please breathe for me." He interlocked their fingers and took to rubbing his left hand up and down her arm while he whispered against her hand.
He wanted to close his eyes. He felt desperate to close his eyes and pray and wish and beg until someone told him she was okay and breathing on her own. But he couldn't. Evan couldn't close his eyes, he couldn't look away from his wife, he had to stare at those beautiful lips he had kissed millions of times before. He had to watch and wait in agony for her to do something so simple and easy.
"Breathe," He growled into her hand, jolting his chest forward a little with a sudden urge to lean down and shake her, but he held himself back.
A bursting, agonising gasp left Evan's lips and his knees bent, about to give way on him when (Y/n) started to breathe.
Without another thought, Evan grabbed the chair he had been living in for over a week and scraped it across the floor towards the bed. He let himself slump down into the chair, bumped his knees into the bed frame and leaned his elbows down into the mattress. His fingers skimmed up and down (Y/n)'s arm as he grinned into the back of her hand, letting the tears fall freely down his face.
She was breathing.
Her heart was beating on its own and now she was back to breathing. Lightning hadn't ruined her organs or snatched her life away, she was pulling herself back from this. She was clawing, desperately fighting her way back to Evan.
"That's my girl," He pressed numerous kisses to the back of her hand, keeping his lips there even as he looked up at the doctor who was smiling down at him.
"Let's see how does coming out of the coma."
Turning his head, Evan looked up at Bobby who was smiling encouragingly, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand to try and keep his composure. This was good, everything was going in the right direction so far.
He found himself mumbling encouraging, incoherent things against (Y/n)'s hand while the doctor clipped a needle into her IV to give her the medicine that would bring her out of her coma. She had been locked up inside her mind for over a week now, her body had had time to recover and get back into working order. It was time for her to come back to them, back to Evan and see how she was and get her back on track.
Her life had been put on pause for long enough.
When (Y/n)'s eyes started to flutter and her lips pressed together like she was trying to make popping sounds, Evan grinned and leaned over. He kept their tangled hands tucked up against his chest near his collar bone and his free hand moved to cup the back of her head so he could press his lips against her temple.
He felt her fingers twitch in his hand and her lips tickled his neck as he hovered over her and he grinned against her temple, unable to stop himself from crying. But it was the feel of her other hand cupping the back of his neck that made Evan begin to sob and laugh into her skin.
"Oh God, thank you. Thank you," He wasn't sure if he was thanking the doctor, (Y/n) or even Bobby. Words fell from his lips before he could stop himself. "I love you so much, don't ever do that to me again."
"I love you too."
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wondering if you've read any fics recently. I read this 40k won that had Eddie being mute cause of an accident and that was stunning that was great and then I read this one called A Date To Remember which I really liked as well.
Hi anon, I most definitely have! Excellent choice on your part to read @rewritetheending's silent!Eddie fic! Since you liked that, you can go and choose literally any of her other fics, they will all leave you breathless. In fact, read them all, would be my suggestion. Might I suggest starting with, for example, never felt this way before (yes i swear) the Dirty Dancing AU, if i told my secrets (if you knew the truth) in which Eddie tells Buck he loves him at the very beginning of the fic and they figure out the rest over the course of it, or turned around backwards (it's so much clearer) in which Eddie wakes up Buck in the middle of the night to take a trip down memory lane, while they're staying a night in El Paso during the crossover episode.
Since I'm not sure if you're looking for something specific, I'll throw out a mix of things I've read recently and eternal classics. So:
take you in and make you mine by @try-set-me-on-fire where they both get a little hurt in a fire and Eddie doesn't know what they're waiting for anymore. (4.5k)
in the night we trust by @glorious-spoon where they start sleeping together while quarantining at Buck's and it still takes them years to realize what it all meant to them. (29.2k)
let the world have its way with you by @shitouttabuck where Buck makes a bucket list to help see the joys in life again, and Eddie and Chris help him cross items off it. (54.5k)
and the light on the water gleams ch.4: sweater weather by @buckactuallys where they wear each others clothes and I completely melted over it. The fic is a collection of prompt fills, so you can read every chapter as a standalone story. (1k)
i don't swim and you're not in love by @hattalove where Ana is starting to take up more space in Eddie's life, and Buck wonders why he feels so miserable about it. Makes me lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling. (32.4k)
keep going, keep going come what may by @fcntasmas where Buck is the last man on Earth and keeps seeing visions of his loved ones talking to him. Maybe that sounds weird but I promise it's worth it, it knocks the breath out of me every time. (10.7k)
Like Any Unloved Thing by @hmslusitania, a noir urban fantasy AU where Eddie is a private detective that gets tasked with finding the missing Evan Buckley. Cannot say enough good things about it! (18.1k)
at the right time by @elisela in which Buck is a teacher and has Chris in one of his classes, but also meets Eddie in completely different circumstances and they start dating. Buck isn't allowed to date his student's parent, though, and there is much delicious yearning once they connect the dots. Happy ending, so no worries there. (24.2k)
Hope you like these, and feel free to ask for more recommendations!
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Feels like magic in the air ... more 911 fics with a spiritual edge, coming up!
'One Golden Glance of What Should Be' by UisceOneLove | @wolfnprey (G, 3k, 8k in series) in which Omega!Buck meets Witch!Eddie
'today, yesterday, everyday, and tomorrow night' by @trippedandfell (T, 4k) in which Eddie's not like most people.
'The Curse of Sleeping Buckley' by @corgiqueen14 (T, 2k) in which Buck's family has a curse on it and Eddie just wants to help
'My accidental happily ever after' by @lamardeuse (T, 7k) a magical realism fic in which Buck's day is both bad and weird.
'Feels Like Magic' by 42hrb | @exhuastedpigeon (T, ~30k, WIP) in which Buddie are a witch and a psychic.
'Choral Chant for Practicing Witches', ch 7 in a series of one-shots, 'The Monsterfucker's Symphony' by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (rated E) in which Witch!Buck uses his powers for good
'Buck's café (take my heart, just not my order)' by MonsterRae1 (E, 10k) in which probationary Firefighter!Eddie meets Barista!Buck.
'collectively unconsciously composed' by Rianne | @rianneeyre (E, 47k, 72k in the full series, 'let it pour out of your soul'): a great series with fun world building.
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we live in troubled days (oh, my friend, we have the strangest ways) — ch 3/6?
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“Ahoy,” Eddie says upon his return to the kitchen, compelled to keep pushing this button until it kills him. This is why he prefers to be the DM instead of a player.
Harrington just sighs and asks, “Everyone good?”
“Who?”
“Your bandmates? Are they good?”
Eddie freezes. Is this a trick question? Was Harrington eavesdropping on his phone call? No, he’s probably just trying to pretend to be a normal, friendly person who doesn’t kill people every year. Eddie forces his shoulders to relax and lets out a high pitched, awkward chuckle.
Harrington stares at him, eyebrows steadily climbing. Fuck. Right. He asked Eddie a question, didn’t he? Those usually require answers.
“Uh, kinda?”
Harrington’s eyebrows furrow, which is fair, because what the hell does that mean?
“I mean, I didn’t get through to everyone,” Eddie says, finally remembering how to string words into coherent sentences, thank god. He shrugs a little. “I’ll have to make some more calls later. If you don’t mind.”
Harrington waves a hand, turning back to the counter. “Yeah, no worries.”
Great. Time for another awkward silence.
He should’ve spent more time investigating Harrington’s room, done more than a cursory search of his desk. He’d been worried about spending a suspicious amount of time upstairs, but if he’d known that this was the alternative—
Eddie jumps a good foot in the air when someone behind him mumbles, “Cookies?”
He whirls around to find Robin Buckley standing right behind him, in a Hawkins High swim team hoodie and reindeer-patterned pajama pants, hair mussed, blinking at him with bleary confusion. “Jesus Christ,” he gasps, clutching at his racing heart. “Where the fuck did you come from?”
“I’ve always been here?” Robin says, frowning. Which is an extremely unsettling sentence.
“She took a nap after her shift this morning, so she’s been conked out upstairs for the last few hours,” Harrington explains, reaching out to grab her hand. She lets herself be reeled in, tucking herself into his side and accepting a mug of coffee with a pleased hum.
“Oh.” Eddie jams a hand into his back pocket, crossing his fingers. “I didn’t wake you up with my phone call, did I?”
Robin obnoxiously slurps her coffee, eyeing him with what Eddie feels like is an unwarranted amount of suspicion, given the fact that he was invited to this dinner.
“Don’t worry; she sleeps like the dead.”
“Except the nightmares,” Robin mutters.
Harrington rolls his eyes. “Well, yeah, obviously, but it’s pretty clear when you have those, ‘cause you wake up screaming.”
Jesus Christ. Was she a witness or (unwilling?) accomplice to Harrington’s summer rampage?
Wait, has Eddie been thinking about this all wrong? Is it possible that he managed to earn himself the freshmen’s seal of approval, and now he’s going to be inducted into the cult by participating in Robin’s murder?
No, she doesn’t fit the pattern (which does exist; fuck you, Gareth). She may be weird and nerdy in her own way, but everyone knows that she and Harrington are connected; the whole school was abuzz with gossip when the fallen king dropped her off on the first day. The most believable rumor Eddie’s heard is that Buckley is a succubus who learned how to control her powers over the summer and now has Harrington under her thrall. (Ok, yes, he was the one to suggest that, and no one else is talking about it. But the girls who’d “overheard” him had only rolled their eyes and not even bothered to call him a freak, so who knows. It might just be getting off to a slow start.)
There isn’t as much gossip circulating about them these days, but pretty much everyone who doesn’t live under a rock knows that they’re an item or whatever. Way harder to buck suspicion if everyone knows that you’re the victim’s best friend slash coworker slash boyfriend.
Eddie squashes the tiny spark of hope—not that he wants Robin to die; he’d just really rather not be murdered himself. Plus, it’d be easier to rescue someone else from being sacrificed, especially if he’s expected to participate and therefore has a knife; he doesn’t really think he’s athletic enough to save himself when he’s strapped down to an altar.
Harrington steals her mug to take a sip, then says, “Robin always wakes up on the second to last tray of cookies.”
“That’s how long it takes the smell to fill your stupidly big house. Also, I notice that you’ve failed to provide me with said cookies.” She holds her hand up expectantly.
Harrington rolls his eyes but dutifully reaches past her to grab a cookie and move it the whole five inches from the cooling rack to her hand. God, straight people are insane, Harrington especially.
Eddie heaves himself back up onto the island, and Robin perks up and asks, “Ooh, are we sitting on Steve’s counters today?”
“No,” Harrington says.
“Yes,” Eddie retorts, swinging his legs.
Robin grins at him and hops up beside him, fully ignoring Harrington’s aggrieved sigh.
“Fuck, there’s two of you now,” he grumbles. He glares at them for a second then inexplicably hands Eddie a glass.
Eddie accepts it cautiously, squinting at the contents. It looks like perfectly normal water, but honestly, who knows? There could be some sort of poison in there. Cyanide is water soluble.
“I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” Robin declares, “so there’d be no reason to complain if there were two of me.”
Harrington smirks at her. “Wanna try repeating that in front of Dustin?”
Eddie sniffs his glass surreptitiously. He doesn’t smell almonds, but with his luck, he probably doesn’t have the gene that allows you to smell cyanide, so he’d have no idea it was there until it was too late. The safest option is to not drink it. After all, it’s way easier to poison a person with a glass of water handed to them than with a batch of cookies that anyone might eat.
“Uh, no. I value my hearing, thanks.” She rolls her eyes, then tilts her head, looking towards the counter. “Hey, why’s your murder knife out?”
Ha! Eddie hasn’t been overreacting; that insane cleaver is a murder weapon. …Oh no, it’s a murder weapon. Should he be running now? No, he still needs evidence. Which means finding a way to get back into Harrington’s room and actually snooping around, rather than getting caught up in giving Gareth an extremely important status update.
“Eddie asked to see my favorite knife.”
Robin furrows her brow, glancing from Harrington to Eddie and back again. “Steve.”
“What?” Harrington turns to meet her eyes, and his brows shoot up. “Oh. You think?”
Robin nods, hands fluttering.
Eddie stares at her blankly, waiting for her to say actual words, but Harrington just hums thoughtfully and says, “Huh, I totally missed that.”
“What?” Eddie asks, but he’s completely ignored as Robin huffs a laugh and makes another indecipherable series of movements. Cool. Eddie will just listen to half an incomprehensible conversation, then. Like a game of charades but infinitely worse.
“Hey! Not yet, at least,” Harrington says. “And I mean, yeah, obviously.”
Robin raises her eyebrows and bites her lip, drumming her fingers on her thighs. Harrington tilts his head, sets his hands on his hips, and says—
Nothing.
Fantastic.
Alright. Theory one: Harrington and Buckley are cyborgs, sent back to the past to ensure their successful overthrow of the human race. Admittedly unlikely, given the fact that he’s been in school with them for long enough to know that they definitely age like normal people—unless they were recently replaced with cyborgs or their design is so advanced that they can convincingly mimic human growth. Not to mention the number of times Harrington’s wandered into class with his face all bruised and bloody, not a hint of metal in sight. And Eddie seriously doubts he’s some sort of Sarah Conner; there’s no way he’ll ever be a vital part of fighting an apocalypse.
Theory two: Telepathic powers. Telepathy doesn’t really strike him as the sort of power that’d lead to a person becoming a murderer—though maybe he’s just biased from reading X-Men. ‘Cause, like, what if you heard something awful, like someone thinking about the best place to plant their bomb? Then it’d be your moral obligation to stop them, right? Kill one person to save many.
Though Eddie’s not really sure how Harrington’s probable victims fit into this scenario. Sure, Eddie’s thought some nasty things about the jocks at school, but he’d never actually hurt anyone. Just thinking about something doesn’t mean you’ll actually do it. There’s no way Barbara Holland or Bob Newby would’ve gone around setting buildings on fire just because they were bored and wondered how easy it would be to get away with. (Which is a question that Eddie’s never had, for any mind readers listening in right now.) And Hargrove’s thoughts were probably just as terrible as his actions, but the fact that he would beat people up for fun is what really matters, not whatever was going on inside his head.
Surely the first rule of telepathy is judging someone on their actions rather than their thoughts, right? Because most people have enough self restraint to not give in to their worst impulses.
Maybe instead of wanting to kill him for some sort of thoughtcrime, Harrington wants to kill him because his thoughts are inherently a crime. Like, maybe Eddie’s brain is just too loud and chaotic, and Harrington can’t tune it out, so murder is the only option if he wants to ever have peace again. He’s heard the kids mention Harrington’s headaches in hushed, secretive voices. And if they’re Eddie-induced headaches, then obviously they’d want to help Harrington kill him. He doesn’t have any illusions about where their loyalties lie first and foremost.
Can you hear me? Eddie thinks as loudly as possible, imagining the sound traveling straight from his head to Harrington’s like a phaser beam.
Harrington scratches just behind his ear, which isn’t very conclusive.
Hey, Harrington. Harrington. Harrington. Are you listening?
Harrington jolts and snaps his fingers. Is that a yes? He pulls something out of his pocket—probably a switchblade—and says, “Oh, hey, Rob, I got you an ornament for the tree.” He tosses it over to her, and she lets out a delighted gasp.
“Holy shit, Steve,” she says with actual human words, “he’s beautiful. Where did you find him?”
“At the thrift store,” he says, pleased as punch. “The woman who owns it gave him to me for free.”
“God, who would put a treasure like this at the thrift store?”
Harrington shrugs. “Some people have no taste.”
“What is it?” Eddie asks, leaning closer.
Robin hold it up so he can see better, and Eddie is confronted with the most fucked up Rudolph he’s ever seen. Honestly, it probably wouldn’t be recognizable as any sort of animal, let alone a reindeer, if not for the bright red nose on its sorry excuse for a head.
“Fuck, that’s incredible,” he breathes, reaching for it without thinking.
Harrington preens.
“Don’t even think about stealing him, Munson,” Robin growls, clutching melty Rudolph to her chest protectively and hopping off the counter to put some distance between them. “I’d fight to the death for him.”
He holds his hands up placatingly. “I wouldn’t dare, Buckley.”
“Oh, that reminds me,” Harrington starts, glancing at Eddie. “I didn’t want the kids to see this, so—” Harrington turns away, rooting through one of the cabinets for his sacrificial blade.
Does Eddie have time to make a run for it? He takes a surreptitious glance towards the doorway, only to find Robin oh-so-coincidentally in between him and his path to freedom.
So this is how it ends. Stabbed to death, throat slit in Steve Harrington’s kitchen at the tender age of nineteen.
He’s had a good run of it. Sure, he’s failed to graduate from high school twice, and he’s about to die a virgin, murdered by his crush, but— Yeah, he doesn’t have an end to that sentence. This whole thing absolutely blows.
“Here you go!” Harrington says brightly, spinning around with all the enthusiasm of a hyper puppy.
It’s genuinely unfair that he still looks this unfathomably hot when he’s literally stretching his arms forward to stab Eddie in the gut with—
Eddie frowns. Unusual weapon choice.
“What is that?”
Harrington rolls his eyes, propping one hand on his hip. The other gives the thing he’s holding a little jiggle. “Maybe you’ve never gotten a gift before, but the whole point is that you don’t know what it is until you unwrap it.” Then a second later, he winces. “Shit, that was— Sorry.”
“I thought we weren’t exchanging presents,” Eddie says warily.
Harrington shrugs. “I wasn’t going to invite you over and then force you to get me something, dude. That’d be a dick move.”
Dumbfounded, Eddie takes the present. He shakes it automatically; Harrington snorts but doesn’t protest the investigation. Nothing rattles, and it feels solid. Eddie’s fairly certain that it’s a book rather than something deadly. He still holds his breath as he breaks the seal of the tape, slowly peeling the paper away.
“Oh,” he breathes, blinking rapidly like that might change what he’s looking at.
“Do you like it?” Harrington asks, anxiety clear in his voice. Eddie’s fairly certain that he’s wringing his hands right now, though he can’t manage to actually look at him to check. “Will said it was published this year, but if you already bought it for yourself, I have the receipt, so you could get something else. Sorry, I don’t really know what you like other than Dungeons and—”
“Uh, no,” he croaks. “I mean, this is— I don’t have it yet. Didn’t. I—” Jesus, he feels like he’s going to vomit. He makes the mistake of glancing up, catching sight of Harrington, yes, wringing his hands, brow furrowed, putting on an Oscar worthy show of concern, and—
“I have to go call Gareth bye,” Eddie blurts, words probably unintelligible with how fast he spits them out. He darts for the stairs before Harrington has a chance to react.
“Gareth, he bought me Unearthed Arcana,” Eddie hisses the second the line connects.
“Um. Gareth, it’s for you,” a woman who is very much not Gareth says hesitantly. She hasn’t even bothered to cover the receiver, which is rude, frankly. “Some weirdo talking about digging? Dirt? I don’t know.”
There’s a muffled, “Oh, Jesus Christ,” and then Gareth says, “Yes?”
“Gareth, it’s me, your friend Eddie who is not a ghost yet but will be soon.”
He sighs, like dealing with Eddie in mortal peril is the greatest hardship of his life. “Yeah, I figured. It’s been, like, fifteen minutes; what could you possibly be having an issue about already? You freaked out my cousin.”
“Unearthed Arcana,” Eddie repeats. “Harrington bought a D&D book. Dungeons and Dragons.”
“Yes, I am aware of what ‘D&D’ stands for,” Gareth says drily.
“He bought a D&D book for me.”
Gareth lets out a low whistle. “Shit, now I kinda wish I was invited. Seems like a better party than my family’s having right now. Do you think I could’ve gotten a new drum out of him?”
“You are not helpful,” Eddie says, gritting his teeth.
“Oh, sorry. It’s so tragic that a cute boy bought you the book you’ve been whining about for months. Do you think you’ll manage to survive this ordeal?”
“Do you have memory issues? Obviously not because he’s planning to murder me.”
“Why would he buy you a present before killing you?”
“It’s actually for the kids, and he just gave it to me to lull me into a false sense of security? Or maybe his deity requires happy sacrifices. I don’t know! I’m not in his head!”
Gareth sighs again and asks, “Why am I the one who keeps having to deal with you?”
“Because you’re my nearest and dearest friend,” Eddie replies, voice saccharine.
Gareth scoffs.
“And because I didn’t want to piss off Jeff's mom, and Frank would just get me even more riled up. I need to keep a level head if I want to make it out of here alive.”
“This is you keeping a level head?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Eddie shrieks.
“God, I hate being one of the only sensible people you know,” Gareth groans.
Eddie rolls his eyes. Like he’s not sensible. What does Gareth even know? He— Holy shit what is that?
“Hold that thought,” Eddie says, though he honestly doesn’t know what Gareth was just saying, so it might not have been a thought that merits holding. Much more important at the moment: “I’m being stared at by some sort of demon.”
“What.”
“It’s like some sort of fucked up cat?”
“Fucked up how?”
“I don’t know, it’s just creepy? And it’s staring directly into my soul. Like, you know that awful lemur that you had to do a project on? The one you complained about for weeks because you said it was giving you nightmares?”
“You said you would never bring it up again!”
“Well, anyway, picture that in cat form and then increase its evilness by approximately a thousand percent, and you might have a decent idea of what I’m looking at right now.”
“Christ, and this lives in his house?”
“Apparently. Unless it crawled in through whatever portal to hell he’s planning to shove me through.”
The sudden knock on the door would’ve given him a heart attack if it hadn’t been the familiar tap-tap-tap-tap, tap-tap pattern that the freshmen are always using. God, they’ve conditioned him, like one of Pavlov’s dogs salivating when it hears a bell. Have they trained him in other ways that he just hasn’t noticed yet?
“Uh, hey,” Robin says, hovering awkwardly just outside the room.
“Gare, I gotta go. I’ll call you later.” He just barely catches himself before saying hopefully.
“You really don’t have to. I—”
Eddie sets the phone down, then turns just enough so that he can face Robin while keeping the demon in his peripheral vision.
“Are you ok?” Robin asks and then gives him exactly zero seconds to answer. “Listen, I told the dingus down there that he shouldn’t buy you a present because it would make things awkward, but he’s, like, infuriatingly stubborn when he gets an idea in his head. So I get it. Or, I think I do. I don’t actually know what upset you, exactly. Is he coming on too strong? Or is buying books for a DM after they hit high school some sort of, like, nerd faux pas?”
“What? No, it’s not. Why would—?”
“Look, I don’t know what Steve did to you in high school, but I can promise that he’s not trying to buy your forgiveness or, like, flaunt his wealth or anything like that. He really does just genuinely enjoy getting people gifts. And I think it makes him feel better to use his Pawn Fund to make other people happy. Otherwise it just sits around, collecting dust and making him miserable.”
“Pawn Fund?”
“My name for it, not his. His asshole dad cut him off as soon as he graduated high school. But his mom and dad have… issues, so whenever his mom wants to piss his dad off, she sends Steve money. It’s fucked up and manipulative, but at least it means that Steve can spoil the kids at holidays.”
“Right,” Eddie says faintly.
“If it helps, you can just think of it like a gift he’s giving the kids, with you as his middle man or puppet or something.” She winces. “Ok, phrasing it like that makes it sound bad, but you get what I mean!”
Eddie honestly isn’t sure that he does. “I— Sorry, I can’t focus. Are you aware there’s some sort of hellcat in here?
Robin follows his line of sight, then lets out a horrified gasp. “Oh, Steve’s gonna kill you for insulting his baby.”
Fuck, what Eddie wouldn’t give for the ability to summon his DM poker face in times of crisis.
Whatever expression he makes sends Robin backpedaling furiously: “Kidding! Steve doesn’t have a violent bone in his body. Unless you threaten to hurt the kids, and then he’ll hit you with a car. But there were extenuating circumstances there, and he didn’t, like, enjoy it. Honestly, I think it sucked for him because getting into a car crash when you already have a concussion can’t be fun. But if he hadn’t, the kids and Nancy would be, like, definitely dead, so—” She finally stops for a breath and seems to take note of the fact that whatever that was didn’t help the situation even remotely.
“Okaaay,” she says, eyes darting around the room. She claps once. “Forget literally everything I just said! The point is that whatever you think you know about Steve, you’re wrong. I know what he and his friends used to be like in school, and I know what all the nerds and outcasts thought of him. But he’s nothing like that, ok? He’s honestly the best person I’ve ever met, so if all this—” She gestures at all of him “—is because of your preconceived notions about Steve? Knock it the fuck off. I’ll kill you before I let you hurt my soulmate.”
“Um. Noted,” Eddie says, because that honestly feels like the only safe response he could give.
“Ok, great!” Robin claps again and grins at him. “Now that that’s sorted, you should come back to the party. Steve just heard through the walkie chain that Mike is finally off his phone date, so the kids are actually on their way now. Come on. You, too, Keys.”
Eddie watches as the hellcat jumps down from the bed and trots over to Robin. “Harrington’s cat is named Keys.”
“Her legal name is Carmilla—”
“Like the vampire?”
“Yep.” Robin scoops the cat up, and she immediately perches on her shoulder like some sort of bizarre gargoyle. “But Steve has a friend in Indianapolis named Camilla—without the r—and he thought it’d be weird for her. Which she thought was weird, since she’s never been to his house and never plans to, so why would it matter, right? But Steve thought it’d be an issue or whatever, so we usually call her nicknames. I like Keys—or Car Keys—because I think it’s hilarious that she always tries to steal Steve’s keys to stop him from going to work.”
“Right,” Eddie says again. “Why not just name her something else?”
“Because she was pretty feral when he first got her and kept biting him hard enough to draw blood.”
“Ah.”
Robin frowns at him. “You still seem weird.”
“I’m not being weird!”
She gives him an unimpressed look. “I watched you pour an entire glass of water into a plant.”
“It looked dry!” It did not. It was probably the most vibrant and colorful thing in this awful house.
“A fake plant.”
Ah. Well, that would explain why the water just conspicuously pooled on top of the soil. He curls his shoulders in, tugging some hair across his face in a futile attempt to hide his blush. “Oh.”
“So, again, why are you being weird?”
“I’m always weird?” Eddie gestures to himself. “Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, remember?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, yes, you’re bizarre and off-putting; we get it. What’s actually up, though?”
“Nothing.”
She tries to set him on fire with her mind.
“Fine! I just— Has Harrington been replaced by a pod person or something?”
“Ugh, is he doing that thing where he doesn’t want to seem like a bully, but he overcorrects and is way too agreeable and it’s creepy?” Once again, she doesn’t wait for an answer. “I’ll deal with it. Now come back downstairs.”
Eddie casts one last forlorn look around the room, then trudges after Robin. Next time he’s in here, he will actually investigate. No more panicked phone calls to Gareth. But for now, he has to try to act normal around Harrington to assuage Robin’s suspicions. So once more unto the breach. He can do this.
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(ch4 on ao3 or tumblr)
If you haven't read Do You Mind? (will you mind?) by GreenQueenofClubs (the fic where Steve is a telepath and Eddie's brain is too loud for him to tune it out), I'd highly recommend it!!
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Ch: 3 More to Life than Stupid Boys
[Promises] (s.h. x gn!reader)
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Summary: tension is palpable between you and Hopper. Same with Steve. Max Mayfield gives you and your sister some questionable excellent relationship advice.
Warnings: use of (y/n); steve having his sad boi hours; reader and hopper being meanies to each other; father-child arguing; steve being distant and heartbroken; just everyone being awful at communicating; flashbacks; injuries; el and Max being bestiess
Word count: 6.8k
A/n: yeah ow soz. Not enough steeb in this chapter– mostly hopper and el centric. I'm on the fence of how i feel about this chapter, i love certain parts but not so much the others. Also sry I'm kinda late to posting this chapter but ya girls been trying not to fail in life anyway I have some tests upcoming so the desi!reader fic and the next chapter for this will take some time
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It was hard to breathe. Steve's vision was blurry as he walked through the woods towards his car. He felt ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous– walking through woods in a sailor uniform after being caught doing the deed with the person he was dating by said person's father. Walk of shame was an understatement.
He dared not to look back where he had just left, he wished to not even think of what had just happened. You had broken his heart without uttering a single word. Why didn't you say anything?
This was stupid, he was stupid. And as he drove through Hawkins towards starcourt mall, all he could think of was how much he felt about you and how much you didn't.
Hopper was right, this was all just a bunch of bullshit.
Bullshit. He found it funny how much that one word has ruined things in his life. The two syllables, a running motif in his life that he couldn't seem to escape.
That day, when Steve walked into scoops ahoy, Robin Buckley noticed something was wrong. The air around him was thick and stale, his shoulders slumped. He was also missing his hat, his hair in disarray which the boy still hadn't fixed yet– an uncommon occurrence. His eyes had a glazed look to them, Robin noticed– not that she was going to investigate as to why, he wasn't her friend, they were far from it.
Something else she noticed, Steve was trying to hit on every girl that came to the counter. So much so that the girl had conjured up a tally scoreboard– five lines marked below the 'you suck' and zero below the 'you rule'.
Robin listened to Steve trying to flirt with another girl and doing so badly. She fought back a snicker as the curly haired girl rejected the boy. As the girl and her friend walked away giggling, ".... It's my first day here..", Steve's voice trailed off before letting out a heavy sigh.
"And another one bites the dust!" Robin announced, sliding the whiteboard so Steve could see it– marking another tally under the 'you suck' title. "You are O for six, Popeye"
"Yeah, I can count"
"You know that means you suck"
"Yep, I can read too"
"Since when?", She retorted quizzically, putting the board back where it was before continuing, "Why exactly are you suddenly trying to flirt with every girl in Hawkins?"
"I'm not trying to flirt with every girl in Hawkins"
"Yeah, you are. I thought you already were dating someone. Y'know the one you always talk to. The one who makes you hog the phone all the time"
"I have no clue what you're talking about"
"Right." Robin sighed, perhaps a breakup? The girl thought, "Y'know, it's a crazy idea but have you ever considered telling them the truth and not lie to their faces?"
"Oh, that I'm so stupid that I couldn't even get into tech and now my douchebag dad's trying to teach me a lesson? That I make three bucks an hour and that I have no future?``, That the one person I love never seems to love me back?, "That truth?"
Before she could say anything, Robin's eyes landed on a group of girls walking towards the ice cream store, "Hey, twelve o' clock", she said, gesturing towards the group.
"Oh shit, oh shit", Steve let out a breath,"Okay, I'm going in", he goes to fix his hair, quirking a brow towards Robin as if to ask if he looked good.
"Wear your hat, it's company policy"
"And ruin my best feature? Screw company policy."
"Oh my god, such a rebel"
"I know right ooh–", the brown eyed boy shimmied his shoulders then quickly turned towards the counter, "ahoy there ladies! Didn't see you there! Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavour with me? I'll be your captain….", The sailor uniform clad boy announced rather loudly, "I'm Steve Harrington."
The group of girls looked at the boy with wide eyes, holding in their giggles. Steve was still babbling about the many flavours they offered, his gaze flitting from one girl to another. Robin grimaced and turned to put another tally under 'you suck'.
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There was a knock on your bedroom door, followed by a voice. "(Y/n)?", Jim called out. This was the third time he had done so.
Your door was locked. You were still hidden under your blankets. You'd spent the entire night tossing and turning, barely getting any sleep. Your back hurt from lying in the same position for so long, your eyelids droopy. And Hopper knocking on your door every ten minutes ever since he woke up wasn't helping.
"(Y/n)?", The man hollered again,"I know you're in there, just open the door– I have breakfast"
He was greeted with silence, once again.
"Listen," he sighed, "I just want to talk..", he paused and after it was indicative that he got no response, he banged his fist against the wooden door, once again.
"Go away", you finally said out loud. You did not want to see him, you couldn't. Yesterday's fight still fresh in your mind, you couldn't bear to look at him or the things he'd broken during said fight, which you'd shoved in a lonesome corner of your cramped room. You wanted him to leave you alone, to go to work like he always does so you could call Steve and maybe apologise for all that Hopper might've said to the boy.
There was silence and for a minute you thought he had listened to you. But then the muffled sound of his sigh reached your ears.
"Hey, I know that…", he sighed, "yesterday– I might have said too much… and I– I just wanna talk it out and maybe–"
Suddenly, the door opened and he was met with your face. Your red rimmed eyes were filled with anger, nostrils flared and hair a mess. "I told you to go away", you say through gritted teeth, "so just leave me alone", you added, your voice cold before slamming the door on Jim's face.
"Hey, don't you fucking slam doors!", His palm went for the knob, locked. "open this door, (y/n)"
"No." Came your response.
"Where the hell have you gotten this attitude from lately, huh? You think you're being real cool? being a rebel?"
"You think you're being real father-like?"
"(Y/n).... open this door..", he said it almost like a warning.
"No."
"Fine! Just know that I tried to have an adult and mature conversation with you, but since you're such a reckless, immature child, I'll let you fucking be!", He turned away from the door, stomping his feet rather purposely.
The door swung open behind him.
"Ah, look who it is!", The man exclaimed, sarcasm evident in his tone, "Finally gracing us peasants!"
"You're the one who broke all my stuff!", You hissed, pointing an accusatory finger towards the man, "And I'm the reckless and immature one?"
"Not only are you that but you're also stupid and irresponsible– breaking a rule, with Steve Harrington, no less!"
"He's my friend! Am I not allowed to have friends anymore?"
"Oh, I'm sure you guys are great friends!" Jim spoke with mockery in his words, "D'you kiss and fornicate with all your friends?"
"Why do you hate me so much??", You blurted out. You hadn't realised what you'd said until it was too late. Tears lined your red eyes, and you looked so tired, you wanted to go back to sleep. You hate fighting.
"What–", Hopper started before getting interrupted by a familiar voice.
"(Y/n)? Hopper? What's happening?", Eleven inquired with furrowed brows, concern etched into her features.
You both said that it was, "nothing". You turned your face away so the girl couldn't see your distraught state and unfallen tears, trying to discreetly wipe them away. Jim rubbed his palms over his face to collect himself, himself also not meeting the young girl's eyes.
"I'm– I should get going..", Jim mumbled before taking his hat, wallet and keys and then heading out while you turned to usher yourself into your room, wallowing in self pity, once again.
Your room was dark, none of the lights on and somehow it was colder in there. Within moments you hid yourself under the blankets, ignoring the ever-present headache you'd had for a few days now.
Sometimes you wonder if you ruined things. Either by just existing or your anger. you've never been good at controlling your rage.
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1980.
You got detention, again.
You were used to it at this point. It was the same old– you wouldn't know how to react in a social situation, a classmate would make fun of you, and you'd get mad. Anger would boil in your blood as you would walk upto the person, and punch them square in the face. Their parents would complain, you'd get detention and then a lecture in the principal's office with Hopper. The same old.
This time it was Tony Reed who was graced with a split lip and a bruised cheek. The blonde boy had called you something that you didn't know the meaning of but assumed it was bad considering how his group was laughing and sneering. Your limbs had worked faster than your brain and there you were sitting outside the principal's office, picking your nails and waiting for Hopper to come out.
It had been almost close to a year since you had escaped the lab. Almost a year of hiding. Almost a year of running. Almost a year of trying to fit in and failing ever so graciously at it. Almost a year since you'd met Jim Hopper.
Seldom did you two talk, the man was always busy with his work. You had your own job, school and the overall goal to not be caught by the bad men. The man didn't know about your past back then. He was unaware of all of the secrets the small town of Hawkins holds, so was everyone else.
The creak of the door alerted you to Hopper who was coming out of the office. He picked up the hat he'd placed on the seat next to you, a silent gesture to tell you that he was ready to leave. You followed him out the doors, quick steps catching up to him. You sat in his police vehicle, slamming the doors behind you.
There was silence, your gaze was fixed on hands resting in your lap. Jim reached for the cigarette pack in his pocket, he lit it up, blowing out a puff of smoke– making the car smell like strong tobacco.
He let out a long, heavy sigh, "(y/n), we've talked about this", he continued once he noticed you weren't going to interrupt him, "you can't keep doing this. This is the second time this month"
"(Y/n)", he said tenderly, "Hey, look at me"
You looked up from your lap, gaze connecting with his, "He was saying bad things– about me"
"And we've discussed how to deal with this– you talk to your friends, teachers, or me"
"I don't have friends, teachers don't believe, and you are busy….. always", when Hopper didn't say anything you continued, "You are never there at the PTAs or–"
"Yeah, that's because I am not your parent, (y/n). I have a job to do", Jim interrupted you.
Your gaze was back to your hands in your lap, picking at the skin near the nails. The man beside you let out a soft sigh, rubbing his temple."Hey, hey", he whispered, "How bout you promise and try not to kill another kid and I'll treat you with some Benny's, hmm? How's that sound?"
"Okay." You whispered with a giggle.
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You heard a knock at your door, a softer and quieter one as compared to Jim's, "(Y/n)? Can I come in?"
"...Yeah, sure". The door opened, the hinges creaking slightly– light pooling into the dark room. Eleven let herself in, sitting by the foot of the bed.
"What happened with Hopper?"
"You heard it all didn't you?" The girl nodded. "I'm sorry… " that I shouted? That he shouted? That you heard it?
"So, Hopper knows about Steve?" Eleven inquired.
"Yeah, he does", you sighed before asking, "Hopper's gone right?"
You sister nodded.
You got up from your place, feet padding towards the phone hung by the kitchen wall– dialing up Steve's house number. When the line went to the voicemail, you opted to try for his workplace number. You were greeted with the raspy voice of a girl.
She told you that the boy you had called for wasn't there yet but she promised to tell him to call you back.
You didn't know why but what the girl said didn't feel like the truth. Normally, at this time, Steve would always be there to pick up your calls. And this same coworker of Steve would shout in the background about hogging up the workplace phone. And Steve never ignored your calls. You once again wondered what Hopper had said to him to get such a reaction.
You let out a forlorn sigh, putting the phone back on the receiver. Eleven standing by your side ready with pancakes for you and herself. You thanked the girl before going to take a seat on the couch– she followed you closely then sat beside you, sharing the plate of breakfast that Hopper had made. The girl twiddled her thumbs, clearly wishing to say something, "I wanted to ask you something.."
"Yeah?"
"Mike's being strange"
"How so?"
The girl explained to you all the details of everything that occured between her and Mike. The details sounded very familiar to your own situation. The way the girl explained everything, it seemed like your sister was asking for advice but considering the fact that you yourself were struggling with the same issues, you were stumped.
"I don't know El, I'm confused too"
Eleven suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you off the couch only stopping for you to put on your shoes and then pulling you through the door.
"El, what– where are we going?"
"To get advice"
"From who?"
Eleven said she was taking you to Max's home. You weren't sure that roaming in the neighbourhoods was a good idea but at this point you really didn't feel like following rules.
The houses almost all looked the same, surrounded by well mowed lawns and next to no one. Except for one person with red hair. Max seemed to be practicing skateboarding and in the process the board slipped from under her feet, rolling towards you and your sister.
The short haired girl stopped the board with her feet, picked it up and walked towards the redhead.
"Hi", Eleven greeted.
"...Hi?" Max echoed in confusion, glancing between you and Eleven. You gave a wave of your hand towards the girl.
"Can we.. talk?"
....
"... And then he said, he missed me", your sister explained to Max who was pacing around her room, a furrow of lines on her forehead. You leaned against the wall, eyes following the redhead's movement. "And then he just– hung up"
"He's a piece of shit", Max finally spoke up.
"What?" Your sister said. Both yours and her eyebrows flying up.
"Mike doesn't have jack shit to do today– his Nana obviously isn't sick", Max said. She stopped her pacing to stand infront of Eleven, "I guarantee you, him and Lucas are playing atari right now"
"But friends don't lie", Eleven let said naively.
"Yeah, but boyfriends lie." She said it like it was the obvious thing, "All. The. Time."
Huh, you thought.
"What do I do?" Eleven queried.
"Listen, you're going to stop calling him– you're going to ignore his calls. As far as you're concerned, he doesn't exist"
"Doesn't exist?" Words poured out of your mouth before you even realised. Max and Eleven looked at you, the former didn't know about you and Steve or anything that happened– Eleven was holding up to her promise.
"Yeah," Max turned back to face Eleven, "he treated you like garbage! You're gonna treat him like garbage– give him a taste of his own medicine"
"Give him the.. medicine", Eleven repeated the phrase. Max hummed in acknowledgement.
"And if he doesn't fix this and explain himself-- dump his ass", both your and your sisters eyes widened.
"C'mon", Max said, pulling Eleven off of the bed.
"Where are we going exactly?" You spoke up.
"To have some fun, there's more to life than stupid boys, y'know"
....
You weren't sure why you were there. In a crowded bus— way too many strangers, you thought– headed towards the talk of the town, the starcourt mall. You knew you were breaking a rule, but you kept reminding yourself that you were there to take care of Eleven and Max.
When the three of you stepped out of the bus you were hit across the face with the fact that there were even more people. Way too many strangers. The short haired girl beside you said, almost as if voicing your concerns, "too many people… against the rules."
"Seriously? You have superpowers! Whats the worst that could happen?"
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It had been almost a month since you'd punched Tony Reed.
You hadn't seen Hopper ever since that lunch at Benny's. Despite him having promised you to meet you more, as long as you avoided fights. That was the verdict. Jim had decided to not play his part in the agreement so why must you?
But you'd still managed to stay out of it for a month despite the bullying and sneers having increased tenfold.
It was a Wednesday morning in the middle of July, it had rained the previous night so the air was immensely humid– you were sweating your ass off. There were sweat spots on your gym t-shirt. Your shoes slipped in the wet grass, you fell with a thud against the ground. A boisterous echo of laughs sounded behind you and as you turned, you saw Tony Reed, with his group of friends which included Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, and many more who you hadn't bothered to memorise the name of— Hawkins was full of bullies.
"Hey, you okay?"
You turned around and were met with a mop of frizzy raven hair and an extended hand to help you up.
"Yeah. Fine"
"Hey, Munson!! That your co-freak?" Tony shouted from across the gym.
"Match made in hell!!", Tommy Hagan added, them and the rest of the group burst out into an obnoxious fit of laughter. Before you knew it, your hands that were just hanging by your side curl up into fists and almost involuntarily, you started walking forward towards the group of bullies.
"Woah woah woah, where are you going?" Eddie grabbed you by your wrist. You looked back at him with furrowed brows, "Calm down, I've heard that you love throwing punches but they do this shit to get a rise out of us. If you don't react they'll stop… or if you're insane like me you could revel in it", your eyebrows further scrunched together in confusion, "Want an example?"
Before you could respond, the dark haired boy turned towards the group. "Hey! Tony!" He called out. The boy in question looked back from his group who were just in the midst of laughing. "Heard you got your ass handed to you by my co-freak here last month! How was that? Your jaw still got a boo-boo?"
There was a fight.
By the time some teacher had stopped it, you had bruised knuckles and a split lip, Eddie had one too, Tony had a black eye and a broken elbow. Maybe you and Eddie made a good team.
You were called to the principal's office and You were ordered to call Hopper once again. The threat of being suspended from school was hung in front of you like a sword.
You called Hopper. He didn't pick up. You called the station. Flo, the lady at the desk, said that he was busy but that she would convey the message as soon as she could.
You waited five hours. And then some more. The sun had already set. The sky was filled with clouds of different shades and hues of lilacs and oranges and pinks. The road was close to barren.
The principal had suspended you and Eddie for a week. His uncle had talked to the principal– the old man had offered to drop you off, you did live pretty close, you had refused but you wholeheartedly regretted it as you looked at your watch and realised how long you had been sitting on the dirty, concrete pavement. The gravel was uncomfortable, the air still humid.
But you and your stubborn ass were there waiting for Jim Hopper. You weren't even sure if he was coming. Your rusty bike stood abandoned in the stands.
As the sky was starting to get darker, you realised that you should probably get going, then there was the stubborn part of you. You didn't want to move, everything was too much yet nothing at all.
Several Minutes passed. That's when you heard the sound of tires against gravel and engine revving. You looked up to see the all too familiar vehicle along with the all too familiar face.
"Hey, kid–", he tried starting while cranking the window down.
"You are six hours late", you interrupted him.
"Oh," he let out, "I'm sorry.." his fingers fiddled with the lighter in his hand, "C'mon I'll drop you off", he said with jerk of his head towards the passenger seat.
You walked around the car to get in the passengers side, slumping down in the seat. Jim shifted the gear, driving through the streets of hawkins.
"You got in another fight?" Jim finally broke the silence of the car, "What happened this time?" He asked before you could tell him. You almost wanted to be mad at him for being so oblivious to the details but you were tired and your injuries hurt– the school nurse was awful at her job. You were exhausted so you settled on explaining.
"I got suspended…", Jim's eyes landed on your guilt ridden expression before quickly turning back onto the road, "...for a week."
The man let out a deep sigh, "You promised that wouldn't happen again"
"And you promised that you'd visit me", you couldn't help but add a little venom to your words.
"...oh", he whispered. He forgot. Of course he fucking forgot.
Jim didn't say anything for the rest of the car ride. Neither did you. The air was thick with tension and you didn't want to be the first one to cut it. You didn't say anything when Hopper didn't turn at the intersection he was supposed to. After a few minutes, you were stopped in front of the video store and Jim finally spoke out .
"Alright kid, What's your favourite movie?" You looked at him, confused, before shrugging. "What about your favourite snack?" You shrugged again.
"Okay, We need to fix that", he said turning the car off, "You need to develop some taste, kid. Expand those horizons."
He muttered a 'c'mon' while getting out of the car. You followed suit. You and Hopper picked out a random movie and some snacks and popcorn. Then he drove you to your trailer where you watched the movie and enjoyed the sweet and salty snacks to your heart's delight.
Somewhere near the halfway mark of the movie, you'd fallen asleep– the exhaustion of the day finally taking over. When Hopper looked back from the screen to look at you to see how much you were enjoying the movie, he noticed your closed eyes, the steady rise and fall of your chest as your head was lolled to the side.
Jim immediately paused the movie. When he looked at the time, the clock read 9:30p.m., he decided it was pretty late. The man moved to pick you up and carry you to your bedroom, the movement woke you up. It wasn't until he finally put you on the mattress, that you spoke up.
"Hopper?" Jim hummed in acknowledgement.
"Is the movie over?"
"No but you need to sleep, it's getting late", he began tucking you under the blanket. "We will finish it.. later?"
"Later", you echoed. Jim was getting up to leave when you called out again, "Are you.. leaving?"
"Yeah, kid I'm sorry"
"You can stay", you bargained.
"I can't. But you'll see me later this week I promise", he turned to leave again before he noticed the teddy bear sitting by the shelves. "You still got this bear?"
"Mr. Arnold", you corrected Jim.
"Right, right. Me Arnold Bearenbearer– I remember." He chuckled, "You take good care of him?" You nodded in response.
"Good because of you take care of him he'll take good care of you"
"Of Me?"
"Yeah, it's his thing like a….."
"Power?"
".. yeah exactly. You take his care and he'll take care of all those nasty bruises, okay?" Jim smiled and you mirrored it before your features contorted into a yawn. "Good night kid. Sleep tight"
"Good night."
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You had a headache, the same one you'd had back when you had powers, it had subsided earlier that day but increased when you got to the mall, clearly it was the insane amount of people. There were too many people, you ascertained as you walked behind Max and Eleven, weaving through the crowd. Max took Eleven and inadvertently you, to various shops in the mall. Giggles from the two girls filling the air as they tried the various things from dresses to hats and even shoes. Trying to find the super-powered girl her style, something she could call her own.
Eleven had a grin pasted on her face and so did Max and you knew that this was going to be the start of an amazing friendship.
You were glad Eleven was starting to find who she was– finding out what she loved and what she didn't. and Max was the perfect person to encourage and empower her without being patronising to the girl.
In the shoe store, Eleven was trying on a pair of high heels. Her legs wobbled as she tried to strut in the shoes, losing her balance the girl fell to the ground. You and Max were quick to help her get up. When you looked up, you saw a group of girls, with a judgemental look painted upon their faces.
Your nostrils flared, fists clenched and you were about to say something to the strangers. But before you could do so, the girls beside you did something that you would never have expected— they laughed. They brushed it off and unapologetically laughed.
They ended up not really buying any shoes.
Max led Eleven and you towards the food court. Your ears perked at the mention of scoops ahoy. You knew that Steve would probably be there, maybe you could apologise for whatever Jim had said to him. Maybe get an answer for why he was ignoring you.
As you walked through the herd of people with a slight pep in your step, you tried your best to follow the two girls to the ice cream parlour.
Suddenly, your shoulders knocked rather hard against someone, when you turned to see who it was, it was a man in his thirties. He was wearing what looked to be the security uniform.
For the split second you both looked at each other, annoyance and irritation flashed on his features along with a hint of what seemed to be recognition; but you didn't recognise the man, you were sure of it.
Confusion in your mind was quickly swept under the rug as the two girls quickly led you towards scoops ahoy. Thoughts of the stranger long gone.
There on the counter was Steve Harrington, who had just finished serving two young boys.
"Hey, Harrington", Max said beside you.
"Hey", you mouthed, shyly waving towards him.
"What do you guys want?", The boy gestured towards the ice cream tubs, completely ignoring your greeting and skipping all pleasantries.
The girls gave their orders, the boy immediately started to scoop the starwberry and vanilla ice cream, not even sparing a glance towards you.
"What about you (y/n)?" Eleven questioned.
"Huh?"
"Which one d'you want?", Max asked
"I…", your voice trailed off when your gaze finally met Steve's– his jaw was clenched and an unreadable expression on his face, "I don't know.. I'll take any"
Suddenly, the window slid open behind Steve, revealing a girl with short blonde hair, headphones around her neck. She whispered something to Steve and the boy said something back. The girl smiled, and she looked pretty and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy.
He went for scooping one for you– the same flavour which he'd got for you the day before. The boy turned around with two cones of ice cream in his hands, handing them to the girls and giving you yours without even looking at you. Your fingers brushed together, the boy quickly retracted his hands and turned back towards the two girls. The girls muttered a "thanks" before starting to eat the sweet goodness.
"Wait a second," for a split second his gaze flicked towards you before going back to Eleven, "are you even allowed to be here?" He knew the answer to his own question, you weren't allowed. You knew the question was directed towards you, despite him saying it to Eleven. Yet he dared not to look at you.
Your sister and Max fell into a fit of giggles before turning to leave. Your eyes were still locked onto Steve's, the expression on his face that you couldn't decode, the same you'd never seen on his face– you didn't know what it meant and oh, did you want to stay and find out. But the two girls were already almost out of the store and you were supposed to look after them.
You muttered a little "bye" before turning to leave too– sprinting towards the girls. The boy didn't return your salutation and instead just looked at the direction from where you'd left.
"Hey, dingus"
"Jesus, Christ. What?" Steve flinched at the sudden appearance of the blonde girl.
"I would appreciate if you tried not to burn holes into our customers", Robin said leaning against the counter, "Also I got the second sentence"
"Great."
"Okay, you know what? I'm done with this"
"With what?"
"You! You've been acting this way for two days now. What the hell is happening, dingus?"
"Nothing is happening"
"Oh, really? 'cause you look like a kicked puppy right now"
"No I don't. Shut up Robin"
"Who was that?"
"What?"
"The person you just served?"
"They were dustin's friends"
"No, dingus, the older one"
"Also, dustin's friend"
"So why the hell did you look at 'Dustin's friend' with such a dejected look?"
"That's just how my face looks and why do you care anyway?"
Steve didn't know the answer to Robins question. He didn't know why he was so down about it. Technically it was just a two week relationship that didn't last. He wanted to hate you, it would've been so easier– you did break his heart after all. But he just couldn't. He'd never been good at understanding his emotions.
His coworker signed before turning towards the backroom once again, mumbling a raspy 'whatever'. She knew that Steve's demeanor had something to do with you. He had forced her to tell you that he wasn't there in trade of opting to clean the toilet. She could probably discern if she investigated a bit more. But at that moment she had bigger things to decipher like a super secret Russian code.
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"why did Steve look like he was mad at you?" Eleven whispered to you– ever the observant.
"I don't know", you whispered back to her.
"Oh, you've gotta be shitting me", the redhead who was walking ahead of you spoke up. Your gaze followed her eyeline and you saw the boy's of the party by the bike stands. "Isn't this a nice surprise!" Max exclaimed sarcastically.
Mike dropped his bike, rather dramatically, "What're you doing here?" He interrogated, pointing towards Eleven.
"Shopping." Your sister stated.
"This is her new style.. what d'you think?"
"What's wrong with you? You know she's not supposed to be here", he then turned towards you and pointed an accusatory finger towards you, "You know she's not supposed to be here"
"Why aren't you at your Nana's, mike?" You tried deflecting his question with another question.
"Yeah, and What are they, yours and Hopper's pet?"
"Yeah, am I your pet?"
"What? No!"
"Why do you treat me like garbage?"
"What?"
"You said Nana was sick"
"She is!"
"Yeah, she's so sick", Lucas spoke up from behind mike.
"Which is why we're here– to shop for Nana and also we're here to get something for you but it's hard 'cause I only have three dollars and fifty cents"
"It's Super hard", Lucas backed Mike up. You noticed Will, who was also there, wasn't participating in the interaction. The young boy's gaze jumping from one person to another– settling on Mike.
"You lie..", Eleven stated. "Why do you lie?"
When she got no response from Mike, she walked closer to the boy. Her head turned at the sound of the bus arriving.
"I dump your ass."
Max's, Will's and lucas' eyes were the size of saucepans at your sister's declaration. Max's mouth hung open before Eleven grabbed her and you by your wrists and pulled you to the bus.
Good for her, you thought.
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It was Saturday. It was about to be seven days since Hopper promised to finish the movie with you. You had stopped wondering when his later would come.
Since you were suspended from school you had offered to do more shifts at the gift shop.
Every now and then teenagers from Hawkins high and middle school would come in through the doors of the shop and they would give wary looks. Of course, word travels in a small town like Hawkins like wildfire. The day the fight happened, everyone and their mother knew that (Y/n), who didn't seem to have a last name, and Eddie Munson had gotten in a fight with Tony Reed; and that the older boy was moving out of hawkins.
Tony Reed was a bully, not the harmless kind either. The older boy was the type to torment someone for days on end just for their entertainment but still never face the consequences for their actions. There was terror around him, and loners like you were greatful that he would be finally moving out of hawkins. Maybe you should've broken his elbow sooner.
You, your coworker and your boss closed up the store at around 8 in the night. The older lady offered to give you a drive home, but you, however, refused. Despite how sweet the lady seemed, you still couldn't trust anyone. So you bicycled through the empty and yellow, streetlight lit streets– back to the trailer-van that you called home.
When you entered the trailer park, passing the munson's trailer, you saw a very familiar vehicle standing infront of your home. Your feet peddled faster, when you finally reached the car, you left your bicycle behind and went to the slightly open driver's window. The person's face was covered with the familiar hat.
You knocked on the window, the man jolted awake– a groan audible through the cracked window. He removed his hat and as soon as he met your eyes, his face softened– a smile appeared on his face.
You stepped back as he opened the door. Before Jim could shut the door behind him, you ran to tackle his torso.
"You came!" You hugged Jim, your arms barely reaching around and touching around his frame. The man let out an oomf at the impact.
"Of course I did. I promised, didn't I?" he said while holding the back of your head, gently patting your hair– it had grown out a lot since he first met you.
You nodded against his chest, not letting go of the grasp you had on him.
"Okay, kid. I think that's enough affection for the day. How bout we get inside, finish that movie huh? I bought some of those snacks you liked", you only hugged him tighter in response. Hopper chuckled, continuing to hold and caress the back of your head.
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There was rev of an engine, the telltale sign of the arrival of Jim Hopper.
The door flung open, then closed harshly behind the tall man. You watched him from the couch as you were browsing through channels on the TV. Jim looked at you, he walked a little further in the house, his movements loopey and rocky. He was drunk, extremely so– the mostly empty bottle in his hand backing up your conclusion.
Jim stopped in his tracks again. "Hey!" He shouted with a little gravel in his voice, "Hey!" He repeated, walking towards Eleven's room where your sister and her friend were. "When I say three inches, three–"
He flung the door open, expecting perhaps to met with the sight of Eleven and Mike but instead he was met with Eleven and Max reading comic books on the bedroom floor.
"Do you knock? jeez"
"Yeah, jeez!" Eleven repeated.
"Oh, hey", Jim, who seemed to be unable to respond, slurred out, "I'm sorry… I thought that you–"
"Mike's not here", Max interrupted his rambling.
"Max wanted to have a… sleepover", Eleven started, "Is that okay?"
"Yeah." Hopper nodded while repeatedly saying, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah", he looked awkwardly between the two girls and asked the redhead, "Your parents know about this?"
"Yup."
"Yeah, that's cool. That– that's really cool." The man seemed to just keep looking at the two girls, almost spacing out in his drunken state.
"Did you need something?"
"No, no", he shook his head, his palm reaching for the door knob. "I'll let you– I'll leave"
He stood outside the now closed door. His drunken features morphed into a smirk. He grabbed yet another beer can and settled himself on the lazyboy in front of the tv.
"'sup." You sat down on the couch beside him with a plop.
He looked over at you. "You're talking to me now?"
"Don't worry, I'm still pissed off at you but", you said, not looking at Jim. "I think we need to discuss some things. Have a talk"
"Great", he took a big gulp of the beer in his hand.
"So let's start easy", you said stretching your arms.
"How was work? That's where you were, right?"
"Yeah", he slurred.
"I'm a human lie detector, remember? I can tell when you're lying. So, try and give me the truth", you asserted, "Were you at work?"
"...no"
"Where were you?"
"At a friend's…"
"Friend's what? Birthday?"
"Ye– no"
"Who was this friend?"
"They never came"
"That wasn't my question but okay"
"Even though they didn't come, who was it you were expecting?"
"Powell and Callaghan"
"Lie"
"Joyce– it was Joyce,'' he admitted, frustrated.
"So you were just going on a dinner with your friend Joyce"
"Like I said, she never came"
"Yeah but you were going to go on dinner with Joyce, if she'd come"
"But she didn't"
"But you wanted her to", you paused, "Was this a date?"
"No!"
You both knew it was lie, you didn't even need to state that it was a lie, so you just looked at the drunk man beside you. The man took a swig of the beer can in his hand.
"Next question, it'll get a little harder now"
"What did you say to Steve?"
"What–" Jim almost seemed startled by the sudden subject change.
"Yesterday. What did you tell steve"
"I didn't tell him anything", Huh, you thought, that was weird because it wasn't a lie. He was telling the truth.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that the boy wasn't there when I left"
"Oh." Then why was the boy ignoring you like the plague?
"Where did you get that shirt?" The man beside you suddenly asked.
"I've always had this", you lied. Max and Eleven had even convinced you to buy some clothes back at the mall.
"No– it's brand new", Hopper insisted.
"So is your's hopper–", you gestured towards his shirt that looked to be brand new and completely out of his style, "but I guess you wanted to look good for your friend joyce"
"Tell me–This is the last question– how does it feel to ruin both your kid's love life and then proceed to make your own?" You asked, finally looking at him. His sunken eyes and dishevelled hair. You could almost see the gears in his brain turn to understand the question in his intoxicated state.
You didn't wait for his answer to come, you got up, walked away and slammed the door behind you– leaving him to maybe realise his hypocrisy.
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satashiiwrites · 11 months
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Snippet Sunday
Tagged by the ever lovely @monsterrae1 for seven sentence snippet sunday. Thanks for the tag! Tagging @quietborderline @tkwritesdumbassassins @whimsyswastry @missanniewhimsy @outtoshatter @alyxmastershipper with no pressure and anyone else who wants to play along.
Since I yeeted the last part of Sleepless in LA and I’m done with this month’s chapter of Mana’olana…. How about a snippet from the upcoming chapter of The First Spectre which was supposed to be out this month but…. Well it’s not looking promising.
Snippet sunday banner by the ever-talented @radio-chatter.
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Title: The First Spectre, Chapter 2: Eden Prime
Fandom: 911, 911 Lonestar Mass Effect Trilogy/Universe
Pairing: epically long slow burn Buddie (it’s not going to happen for >100k), assume canon 911 relationships will mostly eventually cross over including some Lonestar ones.
Fic Summary:
Thirty years after the mars ruins were discovered leading to the Charon Relay and twenty since the First Contact War, humanity is still striving to take its place amongst the Citadel Council as equals. Commander Evan “Buck” Buckley, the lone survivor of Akuze is nominated to become the first human Spectre.
When his test mission goes sideways, Buck uncovers a much larger threat against all sentient life. Can he convince the Council to prepare for war or will they ignore the dangers that are closing in?
A new cycle has begun. The Reapers are coming.
Tags/warnings: first draft territory. Science fiction AU, this is not a straight up fusion but if you’ve read anything else I’ve done you probably know what you’re in for. There will be character deaths (canon and NON-canon) but I will say Buddie and Christopher are safe as I don’t do letting them die permanently in stories. Space opera type hijinks including military war environment. This is going to be a very, very long fic.
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Buck sees Diaz nod to Jenkins out of the corner of his eye even as Chimney announces they’ve arrived.  “Ground team prepare for insertion.” 
Bobby’s voice comes over the comms.  “Good luck, Buck.  Remember the beacon is your first priority.”
“Roger that. Thank you, Captain,” Buck replies and braces himself. 
The airlock door opens and the pressure of the wind whipping around the Normandy presses against them then equalizes. They’re hovering two meters above the ground so they jump out, the jets in their boots slowing their descent enough that it’s not too rough of a landing but it still jolts Buck’s joints when he hits the ground.   The Normandy pulls away and they get their first look at Eden Prime. 
On the surface, Eden Prime is Earth-like in that there are trees and rock and sparse vegetation that looks like they’re somewhere in the North American Rockies.  A few buildings rise above the tree line in the distance which according to Buck’s helmet HUD is about two kilometers away. They’ve been dropped far enough out from the target to be out of the immediate line of fire. but they’re going in mostly blind other than a map of the colony. 
A quick scan of the LZ shows they are alone so Buck allows his HUD to calibrate to the new environment, getting feedback and intel such as relative direction and environmental feedback. Eden Prime has a breathable atmosphere with a slightly higher percentage level of oxygen to nitrogen but the air pressure difference makes its effects on human physiology negligible.
Wendell, silent until now, starts to head off to the left.  “Where are you going, Spectre?”
“This colony has been hard hit and there’s likely to be hostiles everywhere,” the Turian inclines his head as he checks his rifle.  “It would be best to keep our guard up and I move faster on my own.  I’ll approach from the west and meet you at the beacon.”
Buck knows that he really can’t argue with their appointed babysitter and he’s not against splitting up given they have a lot of ground to cover. “Roger.  We’ll approach the colony from the east.”
“I’ll feed you status updates but let’s keep the radio chatter to a minimum,” the Spectre says as he lopes across the clearing.  With a wave, he disappears into an outcropping of rock. 
“Commander?” Diaz asks, waiting for him to give an order.
“Let’s move out.  PFC Jenkins, stick close—you’re our tour guide.”
“Devon, sir.  It’s Devon.”
Buck doesn’t sigh in frustration but it’s a close call. He can see Diaz’s face though, and the sparkle in his eyes says he’s still laughing at Buck’s predicament. “Move out,” he orders and points to the east. 
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gingerpolyglot · 7 months
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💡 What gave you the idea for this one? for buck gives up
😄 What part are you most excited to write? for secret fic
and 🎲 Scroll wildly through your WIP doc and post a snippet from where you land when you stop! for all of them!!! :)
💡 What gave you the idea for this one? for buck gives up
A lot of things led to this, but I think the biggest one was me looking at Buck and wondering what would happen if he turned inward instead of holding on after one last blow. I read some great fics where Buck reacted strongly to Eddie leaving in 5A, but I kept wondering what it might look like if he kept it quiet instead and tried to internalize it, and with that sort of being the last straw, how that might ripple through 5B.
The second thing was really looking at all the shit that happens in 5B and how Buck might process it all if he were in a slightly different headspace, ESPECIALLY Eddie going to Bobby to ask for his job back and getting turned down. I thought that was a SUPER missed opportunity to circle back to the lawsuit, even with something like a comment from Athena about Bobby learning from past mistakes - because he tells Eddie to his face that he's not letting him back and why, as opposed to how he handled Buck's return back in s3.
😄 What part are you most excited to write? for secret fic
Oh easily the scene where Rodney and Kaleb spend a whole day bickering about how to build something, all while Rodney rants about the evils of citrus. I am SO excited for it because it's the scene that sparked the entire fic. I won't give any more away than that, because context would sort of give it away, but I'm super stoked to finish it and share.
and 🎲 Scroll wildly through your WIP doc and post a snippet from where you land when you stop! for all of them!!! :)
Buck Gives Up "Change of heart, Buckley?" she asks lightly.
Not How It's Supposed to Go (from ch. 4, instead of ch. 3, aka the one I actually need to be writing 😅) "It's all right lad, we'll get it another way," he says, but Eggsy is shaking his head in disagreement.  Champagne Problems She washes down a painkiller with the beer and reclines on her couch. ~Secret Gift Fic~ Kaleb had suggested a few tourist attractions for them to check out but Rodney had vetoed almost all of them.
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cont from here. | @brokenbcys
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Buck could physically see and feel Eleanora's sincerity in her retelling; images of her platinum blonde tousles framing her fearsome gaze, crackling and angry air pockets bellowing around them, all resurfacing as he listened.
"Maintenance had an earful from Bobby, after the incident was documented." It turned out to be untamed, neglected, improper electrical wiring with damage that had decayed and caused a ripple of shock fires to spread throughout the vicinity.
Her gratitude caused a rupture of honor to bubble in his chest and spread across Buck's face, kindness crinkling at the corners of his eyes and tugging at the corner of his mouth with a small smile. "I promise you don't owe me a thing beyond this dinner."
Whispers of trauma gave her gaze a new shield of glistening emotions. It was that image that made him pursue a new route. "Can I offer you a beer? Or wine?" He intended to seek a remedy to dissipate the waning unease. "We can open up a board game, or put on a movie while we wait for desert to finish cooling," sure, it might come off as childish, but it was an invitation to continue the night of conversation, as Buck found himself genuinely enjoying the company.
It was becoming less of a formal evening, and more of a meal shared between two strangers who could easily kindle a friendship.
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I posted 140 times in 2022
That's 140 more posts than 2021!
71 posts created (51%)
69 posts reblogged (49%)
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I tagged 72 of my posts in 2022
Only 49% of my posts had no tags
#isaiah’s idiocy - 52 posts
#stranger things x reader - 22 posts
#fruity four - 10 posts
#nancy wheeler - 8 posts
#fruity 4 - 8 posts
#robin buckley x reader - 7 posts
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#nancy x reader - 7 posts
#robin buckely - 7 posts
#youtube - 5 posts
Longest Tag: 85 characters
#initially i thought this was editied. but then i remember how weird runway fashion is
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
“ Gonzo Loves Chickens”         Robin Buckley x Stutterer! Reader 
Okay so, I have a stutter and stuff, and that’s why I made this 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾
“w-well” you stammered, getting up. “Well what? God you losers, so damn pathetic” One of the mouthbreathers said. “I-I-I-I’m going to tell Steve! And th-the-then” Troy interrupted “Oh my god, you really can’t talk straight to save your life! B-B-Ba-BAWK” He then started flailing his arms and making more chicken noises.
Later that day…
“Hey! I got back from work early and Geuss what I got for you!!” Robin, the only one who made you feel safe. You sat down your book bag and sat on the couch as your girlfriend continued her rambles “Well, I technically didn’t rent it since I didn’t have the money for it. Not saying I stole it! I’m gonna give it back-“ You chuckled “wh-wh-what is it?” Robin scrambled into her bag and pulled out a VHS tape and… “GONZO!” You squealed as you grabbed the stuffed toy from her hand.
“You’re so cute-“ Robin said, blushing. “Now, how was your day at school? I hope it was good!” You looked down, what do you tell her? Those jerks always called you names and laughed while you stuttered while answering questions. Which just made you stutter more. “Th-the-they called me a…” Robin didn’t say anything, just gave a look that seemed to say ‘I’ll wait.’ “A Ch-chicken” Robin gasped, absolutely taken aback. She grabbed you and flooded you with pecks to your cheeks and lips. “If anything baby, he wished he could be a chicken. Gonzo loves chickens right? They’re always helping him with jobs, doing acrobatics. Being a chicken doesn’t seem half bad to me!” You snickered slightly at Robin’s remark. You lifted your head to meet her gaze and kissed her.
“Oh yeah! You never saw your other present!” Robin said, pulling out the VHS tape again to reveal you and Robin’s favorite movie. “The Muppets” She gave you another peck on the cheek as she set up the movie. “So, who’s your favorite muppet and why is it Gonzo?” You laughed “W-well you see um- I-it’s because G-Gonzo is… what’s the word… f-ff- fun!” Robin smiled and nodded. You continued on with your rant about how great and mysterious the muppet was. And how he deserved his own film. You never felt more accepted than you did with Robin, everyone else would stop listening to your rants or you’d stop because your stammering would make everything take longer. But not Robin.
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45 notes - Posted August 27, 2022
#4
“Mom!” Steve Harrington x Little! Reader
Summary: Steve’s infamous nickname takes a wholesome turn. (Featuring Dustin and the rest of the fruity four)
“Hey Mom!” Dustin called, slamming the fridge shut. “There’s no food in here!” You and Dustin were over at Steve’s house. The man couldn’t cook to save his life, living off of Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches. “Okay okay I’m coming, god can you just not call me ‘Mom’ for five seconds.” Steve said as he sauntered down the stairs. “Yeah yeah whatever MOM.” You sat there fidgeting and hungry as the boys argued. You told Steve about your age regression but you hadn’t really regressed around him. You weren’t really sure what to do. Robin, Eddie and Nancy came downstairs and went into the living room. Steve and Dustin had been arguing about what to eat when Dustin turned to you and said “Y/N, what do you wanna eat? Mom- I mean Steve is going to the store ” You looked down at your feet, struggling to find the words you wanted to say. “I-I wan some Dunkawoos” Steve walked over to you and gently ran his hand through your hair. “You’re regressed right?” You nodded. Steve paused for a moment “is there anything else you want? A toy? Some chocolate milk?”
“Nuh uh Mommy I’m otay.” Dustin laughed so hard he almost collapsed, Steve just stood there absolutely dumbstruck. “Awww i see the little one has a soft spot for you Harrington. Or should i say ‘mommy’”. You felt the heat rushing to your face as you fiddled with your fingers. “Awww Mama nancy and mommy Steve, seems fitting enough.” Robin interjected giving Nancy a slight nudge. Steve picked you up and sat you on his shoulders, you gasped with delight “Cmon! I’ll piggyback ride you to the store okay?” You squealed with delight “Tank you mommy!!!”
i had this idea and I just had to do it-
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#3
“I Hate that I Love You” Dark!Yandere! Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader  )Part 1(
Disclaimer: this is a HORROR fic. And I do not endource the actions used here nor should they be replicated in reality. That being said, the warnings include:
Stalking gaslighting Spoilers for a book that came out in 1800-
꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂
Nancy wasn’t one to be vulnerable. Sure she had a few flings with Steve and Jonathan, but it wasn’t until she saw you that she really felt something. Nancy wasn’t some lovesick fool, you weren’t perfect. No one is. But it’s something about you that made her feel… warm. But that warmth quickly raised to a boil when she saw you around other people. She wasn’t sure if she hated you or not. You made her hate everyone that came in contact with you. You were like a parasite, completely stuck to her, taking over her mind. You made her feel so… confused, that didn’t sit well with her. Nancy was constantly in control, there was a time and a place for everything but around you it was pure chaos.
꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂
After school you went over to Mike’s House to play DND. About 2 hours in the phone rung upstairs and Mrs.Wheeler called you. “Your mother called, the teacher called saying you’re failing a class!” You huffed, you were never good at that class, but last you checked you had a B-… it was weird. You heard footsteps coming down the steps and turned to see Mike’s older sister. The two of you never interacted much, other than those weird stares she had been giving you for all these weeks. The two of you went into her room, she gestured for you to sit on her bed. “So, what is it that you struggle with?” You shrugged, “Grammar, spelling and semi colons and all that bullshit.”In all honesty you were a little scared of her. After the whole Will thing she changed, sure you never knew her before. But Barb talked about her a lot. Barb… maybe that’s why Nancy changed, you can’t judge a book by its cover after all.
After a few hours of studying you finally understood the topic and thanked Nancy. You were getting ready to leave when Nancy breeched your actions with her soft, yet demanding voice “Wait! Did you ever start the book? Frankenstein?” You shook your head. You were fairly good at reading things in a short time frame. Reading it so soon would only make you forget it later after all. But what’s a few more hours? Plus Nancy was… nice! Odd, but nice.
“For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart…” Nancy read aloud. Me and her alike felt this, mutual fear but familiarness when it came to Victor Frankenstein. His creation, his child, a monster. One he made while blinded by the light of his innocence. Nancy looked really upset, so, you recommended stopping there and studying together tomorrow. She agreed.
꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂
The next day at school, you questioned your teacher about why exactly you failed. “What are you talking about? You’re actually doing extremely well. After this essay, I bet your B- will go straight to an A!” You were happy, who wouldn’t be, but she called, didn’t she? You shrugged it off, mayhaps she called the wrong parent. The school was huge, it wasn’t that unlikely.
You went into the lunch room, thank god. 45 minutes of free time. You usually sat with the boys. But they weren’t there? Perhaps they were with Mr. Clarke, some science project probably. You peered around the lunchroom for a place to sit. You felt eyes burning, seemingly through your soul, you turned around to see Nancy. She wouldn’t mind if you sat there, right? Nancy wasn’t one for small talk, in fact she stayed silent as you spoke with Steve about the many hilarious ventures him and Robin got into during their summer jobs.
Robin, speaking of her… “Hey Nance!” Robin came, seemingly out of nowhere and sat on Nancy’s lap. Wheeler broke her unwavering glaze over to her. “Oh get off of me,” she chuckled. “Hey Y/N!” You waved in a reply. Right. They were dating. How could you forget.
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#2
🦋 My Little Butterfly🦋
Nancy Wheeler x Little! Reader
You were extremely tired after a really long D&D campaign. At the time Nancy was studying, she still is.
You stumbled up to her room as she sat writing a million Flashcards. “N-nace? Is you busy?” Nancy glanced up at you peeking through the door. “Aw, I thought I heard someone flapping up here,” she patted her lap “c’mere Butterfly.”
You snuggled your head into the crook of her neck as she softly caressed your hair. “My adorable little butterfly. Did you have fun?” You nodded, a soft yawn parting your lips. “m’ sowwy if i botherd you. M gonna go home…” You began to get up only for Nancy to gently grab your hand and give it a gentle kiss. “You know you’re too little to ride your bike right now, especially at such a late hour baby.” You sat back down on her lap, wrapping your arms around her.
“Shh Butterfly, it’s okay. Mama’s here, I’m here.” As she whispered sweet nothings into your ear you couldn’t help but drifting off into a deep sleep.
“I love you baby” is the last thing you hear before you fell asleep.
Authors Note: I’m still not good at fanfic writing yet 😅 I tried my best. I regress myself but if I got anything wrong please tell me!
63 notes - Posted August 25, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
“My Girlfriend is a Witch!” Witch! Robin Buckley x Reader
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A/N: another gift for the amazing @semishyguy! I know it’s a bit early for Halloween but shhh
☾(∩`-´)⊃━☆゚.*・。゚☽
Everyone had their suspicions about Robin Buckley, sure she was a little… weird. But no weirder than you or Steve or Jonathan. Your girlfriend had this strange infatuation with a stray in your neighborhood though, a little black cat with the widest yellow eyes you had ever seen! She named him “Y/N Junior”. The two of you never brought him into your house, primarily because he didn’t want to. But you bought him a little collar a while ago, and always gave him his favorite foods when he stopped by the door of either of your homes.
it was October 28th. Robin was lounging around the study hall and reading a book. “Hey babe! What are you reading?” Robin jumped and closed the book. “Nothing, love.” She hid the book behind her and you peered behind her. A questioning look on your face. “What book? You know I love reading with you!” She sighed and pulled the book back out. The title read ‘R.L Stien. Fear Street.’ You could’ve sworn it was a different color… and from what you saw it was a hardcover book. Not a paperback how it is now. You shrugged it off, maybe it was just a trick of the light.
You, Steve, Dustin, El, and Jonothan all went to Steve’s house to work on a project. You invited Robin but she said she would prefer to work alone. That was… a first to say the least. The two of you loved your half work- half interest rambling sessions. Then cramming everything 5 minutes before the presentation. The two of you were inseparable. Jonathan interrupted your thoughts “What ideas do you all have for our film project?” Jonathan fiddled with his camera. Dustin pulled out a lot of VHS tapes “well, you see, I’ve collected THE BEST horror movies of all time. It being October and all.” Steve rolled his eyes, “now I’ve got an idea,” Steve placed a loose piece of ribbon on his neck and gave his best ‘Hollywood accent’ “A big picture about a handsome lead role, that’s me. Finding the love of his life! A semi-secluded loner named… Breddie!” He said, picking up a piece of toast and chewing it. He gestured to El, “and then! They find and adopt a witch!” Everyone huffed an rolled their eyes.
“Speaking of Witches,” You said, “What’s everyone dressing up as for Halloween?” You looked around the room, “Well me and the boys are dressing up as Star Wars character’s. I’m Han Solo of course.” Steve shrugged “probably somebody hot. Chicks dig werewolves right?… does Eddie like werewolves-?” Everyone laughed. Jonathan broke the lighthearted tone of the conversation “has anyone noticed Robin had been acting… weird lately.” By ‘everyone’ he meant you. You shook your head and asked “why do you think she’s being weird.” “Yeah, like, more weird than normal?” Steve chuckled.
☾(∩`-´)⊃━☆゚.*・。゚☽ The Ring.
Jonathan described many odd occurrences. Robin seemingly disappearing fully between crowds, being late for something but popping up behind us randomly, and lately she’s always been reading something. You couldn’t help but agree. “Once, she got me this beautiful but extremely expensive ring for our 1 year anniversary.” You flaunted the Snake engraved ring for a moment. “But Steve, you as much as anyone knows how much the two of you get paid. Most certainly not enough to afford something like this.” Steve nodded and gestured to Eleven. “What do you think kiddo?” El paused for a moment trying to find the words, “Witch.”
🕸️🕯Later 🕯🕸️
You all considered using Eleven’s powers to spy but decided against it. Primarily because if anything bad happened Max would knock you over the head with her skateboard.
“Jonathan?” ”yeah?” ”Do you think… Robin could be like… apart of a gang or something” He stopped dead in his tracks and gave the most humorous laugh. He almost fell over. “ROBIN BUCKLEY??” You rolled your eyes, “it could explain the money, and why she’s always so late.” Jonathan nodded. “Understandable, but yet again. It’s Robin ‘Give me the newest Cabbage Patch Kid doll’ Buckley.” The two of you laughed. You parted ways as you showed up. You looked up at the house and noticed a crash sound coming from the top floor, Robin’s room. You grabbed the key Robin hid under the mat and struggled to unlock the door. You heard something fall from behind you.
“Junior?” You peered at the Yellow eyes that seemed to speak to you somehow. You shuddered and continued unlocking the door. “Robin? Baby? Are you okay?!” You shouted walking up the steps. “Yeah I’m okay!! I just erm- dropped something! My Teddy Ruxbin! You know how loud those things are!” You sighed in relief to hear your girlfriend’s banter again. “Doll! You can come in!” You opened the door, Robin’s hair was a mess. She was sitting on her bed, her window open. You closed it, shivering “Love, it’s freezing outside! You really shouldn’t have your window open, here let me grab you a jacket.” You headed towards her closet and Robin shouted “Wait!” You stopped in your tracks and turned around. “I- um- I I got you something!” You tilted your head. She grabbed your hand and gently kissed your fingers, with her other hand she pulled out a box of VHS tapes. It read “The Addams Family”. You gasped happily, you were either busy with schoolwork or your job that you hadn’t been able to catch the show while it was on. “Well I saw this, the entire collection and I couldn’t stop thinking about my little Moonray,” she pulled you onto her lap. “I would say I’m Gomez and your Morticia. But honestly Nighteyes, you are much much more ravishing.” She pulled you into a kiss, her black lipstick staining your lips.
There was still one thought on your mind, Where did it even come from? Her bag was far too small to fit it. There was no lump in her blanket… and why was Y/N Junior on the roof.
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I’m Begging you to be my Escape - Ch. 6
Chapter Summary: Doug does what Doug does, only a little differently.
Content warning: Violence, stabbing. Like I said Doug does as he does in the show. He shows up and it gets worse.
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Tag list: diazbuckleysworld, chitownwolf
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 7, Chapter 8
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Chapter 6: Oh how we regret those things we do
The next few weeks were nerve-wracking for the Buckley siblings. As much as the pack tried to reassure them, they always felt like they were looking over their shoulder and waiting for an ambush. Bobby and Eddie had upgraded the Diaz house home security system. The pack spent more time together since there was safety in numbers. 
Eddie was helping Christopher with his homework when he heard shouting and then felt something he’d never felt before, a sort of phantom pain in his side that made it hard to breathe for a moment. It set every alarm bell off in his mind and had his inner alpha snarling. "Close the door and do not open it for anyone but pack," the alpha told his son. Eddie hit the silent alarm in his phone that connected to his pack and rushed towards the front of the house. The alarm would send out a message to all of them. The alpha's blood boiled at the sight he found when he reached the kitchen. Buck was clutching his bloodied side as Doug held Maddie at knifepoint. Margaret Buckley standing off to the side. Eddie moved to reach his mate, to help Maddie, to do anything really but was stopped by a shout from Doug and a pained sob from Maddie. 
"Don't," Doug spat. 
"If you do this, if he dies, there isn't a place you could go that I won't find you," Eddie growled.
"Then maybe I'll just kill you too," Doug said with a smirk. "Really traumatize that broken mutt of yours."
"Doug," Maddie said, causing the abusive alpha to drag the knife tip closer, drawing a line of blood as he did.
"No!" Buck shouted. 
"Shut it!" Doug demanded, moving to try and kick Buck. The knife pulled away from Maddie as he did. 
Buck saw his chance. The omega used what leverage he had to kick Doug. The act caught the knife-wielding alpha by surprise, giving Maddie a chance to get away. She rushed to her brother. That was all the opening Eddie needed. His inner alpha and his military training took over with ease. He lunged at Doug before he could fully recover from what happened. He grabbed Doug's wrist and smashed it against the counter causing Doug to lose grip on the knife. Eddie kicked the knife away and moved to twist Doug's arm, but the other man had finally begun to put up a fight. Eddie didn't let up. He was about to slam his knee into the intruder's side when Doug froze. Eddie looked up to see Maddie standing over both of them. The knife driven deep into Doug's side. Eddie shoved the other alpha off of him and got to his feet. 
"You okay?" He asked Maddie quickly. She nodded. Eddie looked down at Doug, grabbed another knife from the block on the counter, and hands it to Maddie. "Don't take your eyes off of him. He moves, do it again." Maddie nodded again.
Eddie grabbed a first aid kit from the cupboard and dropped down beside his mate. "Fuck," he stated as he finally looked at Buck's injury. "This is going to hurt like hell," the alpha said as he put pressure on the wound. His actions earned him a pained whine from the omega. 
Noises and a shout drew the alpha's attention. Doug was trying to get to his feet. Eddie was about to move when the front door crashed open and Athena was there. Her gun drawn. Bobby at her side. Everything moved faster after that. Bobby called it in as Athena secured the scene. Maddie ran to get Eddie's full med kit from the hall. Doug froze as Athena stood over him with her gun pointing at him. 
"Don't even think about it," Athena said. 
Bobby's phone was pressed to his ear as he talked to 911 dispatch as he grabbed a dishcloth and knelt down. He pressed the cloth into the man's stab wound, not really bothering to be too gentle about it. 
Maddie rushed over and dropped down beside Buck and Eddie. 
"I'm sorry, Buck. I'm so sorry," she sobbed. 
"'S fine, Mads," Buck managed as Eddie did everything he could to patch his mate up as best he could. Maddie froze as she looked around the room.
Despite the chaos, Eddie caught the shift in her scent. "Maddie?" The alpha looked up at her.
"She's gone." 
"What?" Eddie asked, glancing around before it registered what she had meant. Margaret Buckley was gone. Eddie's eyes went wide. "Christopher!" He shouted and Bobby took off down the hall. Maddie on his heels. 
Maddie froze in the doorway. Margaret Buckley was sat on the boy's bed, a confused and scared Christopher beside her. 
"This is not how this was supposed to go," Margaret Buckley said. "Evan was supposed to be grateful. We found him a mate."
"Mom," Maddie said as she eased around Bobby. The prime's hand moved to stop her but Maddie shook her head, and gave his hand a quick squeeze. She moved into the room. They had no idea if Margret had a weapon or not. "Let Christopher go."
"Evan was always so difficult," Margaret continued. 
"Difficult? He did everything you guys ever told him to. You medicated him until it nearly killed him, took him away from his friends, from me."
"You left," Margaret said, her eyes narrowing at her daughter. 
"You want Buck to be grateful, then let his son go," Maddie stated as she eased closer to Christopher. The sound of sirens in the distance got closer. "If you care for Evan at all, even the slightest, you'll let Christopher go."
When Margaret didn't seem to try to stop her Maddie went over and got Christopher off the bed. Bobby was quick to scoop up the boy and take him to the hall but made sure to keep his line of sight on Maddie. The prime was thankful when Chimney and Hen appeared in the hall. Hen was quick to take Christopher into his master bedroom to try and shield the boy from the chaos. The boy was crying but Bobby knew he was in good hands. 
"I never wanted any of this," Margaret said, drawing the prime's attention back to the small bedroom.
"No, but you didn't stop it either," Maddie stated. 
"Your father-" the mother started but Maddie wasn't having it. 
"My father thought his son deserved to be punished for things he can't control. Do you think if Buck could have changed from an omega by sheer force of the will he wouldn't have? Do you think he enjoyed being drugged and abused? He would crawl into my bed at night and sob. You want him to be grateful, you should have called the cops the first time dad hit him. You should have told the doctors the truth. You should have done something!" Maddie shouted. "No, you earned his loathing. You let him live every day filled with pain and fear. He owes you NOTHING! I owe you nothing. I have spent my whole life picking up the broken pieces of Buck's life. I'm just glad I no longer have to do it alone." Maddie looked over at Bobby. "I hope the control and the lies you lived were worth it because the world now gets to see what Buck and I always knew. You are the monsters we grew up fearing. The ones that haunt our nightmares. We won't let you hurt us anymore." Maddie held her head high and refused to back down until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Bobby had moved into the room to let the police officer in to deal with Margaret.
"Christopher?" She asked.
"Hen has him," Bobby assured her. "You did good. Let's go check on your brother."
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favorite buckley sibling moments   ↳ requested by @yawnralphio 
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cpt-cevans · 4 years
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I swear if that firefighter girl, Lena, gets in-between Buck and Eddie I'mma fight
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theedorksinlove · 3 years
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pls they love each other so much i'm 🥺🤧
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