#it just freaks me out and scares me and horrifies me and fills me with guilt

[princessbrunette]

rafe is so mean and scary but like imagine fucking him with a ski mask on!!! like maybe he’s just gotten back from handling business and he’s all filled with adrenaline and he sees the way you look at him with it on (plus the gun tucked in his waistband + how imposing he is 🤤🤤) he’d be on you in seconds. tearing away your clothes, not bothering to take his off before pressing your knees to your chest and having his way with you. lowering his mouth to the shell of your ear, whispering “i know you like when dad’s scary, huh?” 🫠🫠

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the ski mask was barry’s idea.

as are most things, which always end up with ridiculous outcomes — like the predicament he was currently in with his confident, beating some poor sucker out and throwing him over the side of the boat after he’d threatened to snitch. rafe couldn’t let that slide, and he also couldn’t let himself be caught.

he was so full of adrenaline that he forgotten to take the mask off when the deed was done. maybe it was that, or maybe he couldn’t quite bare to catch himself in the reflection of any surface just yet — unable to face what he’d done. he’s dressed all in black to top it off, straying from his usual preppy pop of kook colour. all that seems to glimmer is the chain that’s untucked itself from his shirt.

you’d rounded the corner and caught him in the centre of the room, stopping dead in his tracks. “shit.” he spits, taking a step back like his little soft girlfriend in the slip dress was the threat.

“rafe?” you sound so small, so horrified as your brows crumple, wide eyes on his bloody knuckles. “what’d you do?”

he approaches you quickly, almost frantically with the urge to nip things in the bud before you freak. “hey, hey look at me kid—” he cups your head, roughly holding your gaze through the eye slit in his balaclava. “did what i had to do, ‘kay? remember when i spoke to you about having to make the hard choice sometimes? i— i made the hard choice.”

you’re blinking, unable to stop eyeing him. there’s something else penetrating your gaze, a twinkle in your eye. a certain curiosity. you stare at the gun tucked in his waistband. he hadn’t ended up using it, but you didn’t know that.

“y’look all scary, rafe.” you comment, and it seems more neutral than you were seconds earlier. he sighs, shoulders relaxing as he glances at the ceiling.

“i know.” he responds before checking you over with his gaze. “you scared?” he tests the waters. your eyes flutter at this and he knows he’s got you, drawing your glossy, pouty bottom lip beneath your teeth as you stare up at him through your lashes, shaking your head. “no?” he breathes, still ramped with adrenaline as he lightly pushes your shoulder.

“rafe.” you whine in complaint, but the way your chest rises and falls doesn’t lie to his wandering eyes and he starts walking you backwards.

“brave girl now huh? maybe you uh—” he chuckles, his eyes glimmering in the low light of the lounge. “maybe you should be scared of me. yeah. got no idea what i’m capable of, do you?” he tilts his head, closing in on you before his hands shoot out, grabbing your waist making you yelp. he laughs, mean and judgemental as he manhandles you to his room.

by the time he got you on the bed with your legs folded up on your chest, dick beating your walls — his mask is pulled up just above his mouth. he pulls away from roughly mouthing at your jaw, his upper lip sweaty from wearing the mask— lips parted and filled with colour. you try and chase him up to press his mouth to yours but he presses his hand against your chest pushing you back down before it slides up and grips your jaw. “matter’fact— open that shit, yeah—” he mutters, prying your mouth open before spitting a glob inside.

“swallow. swallow or i swear to fuckin’ god you won’t like it.” he threatens and you mewl, gulping it down. as he thrusts, his expensive chain continues to beat against his collarbones and you wrap a weak finger around it, pulling him in for a kiss. he relents this time and shoves his tongue in your mouth for a minute or so, swallowing your moans before pulling away just a tad.

you stare into his threatening gaze through the black mask. “say you like this shit. say you like when dad fuckin’ scares you.”

“like it dad!” you cry, thighs spasming as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming on his cock.

“uh-huh, wanna know how i know? s’cos you’re —” he taps his fingers hard against your temple. “—you’re messed up. like me.”

“no i’m not!” you complain, and he pauses — dick all the way in to the hilt, and taps your cheek. hard enough to turn your head, not hard enough to cause you any real pain. you sniffle.

“dont fuckin’ argue with me. yeah?” he tugs the mask back down fully and you whine.

“m’sorry!”

“shit, you will be”.

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt

[your-soup-overlord]

A tiny look into one of the fics called It's My Party (And I'll Cry If I Want To)!

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“Why don’t you just tell them?” Jazz asks Danny once she sits down on his bed, pushing aside his blankets and patting beside her.

“Mom and Dad love you, metagene or not.” She continues.

“Seriously, Jazz, we’ve been over this.” Danny sighs, sitting next to his sister as she turns to face him better, “They hate ghosts, and have threatened to rip phantom apart molecule by molecule. If they’re willing to do that, then what makes you think they’ll stop once they find out their son is a ghost?”

Jazz frowns, “Danny, I know the accident was terrible and horrifying for you, but you’re not a ghost. You need to accept the fact that it simply activated your dormant metagene and gave you ghost adjacent powers.”

“How can I have a metagene when both mom and dad don’t have one! Jazz, I know you don’t want to believe it but-“

“No Danny,” Jazz exclaims as she cuts him off, “ You’re alive. You can’t be a ghost, because ghosts are unfeeling and-“

“Jazz, just stop!” Danny yells, slightly teary. He stands up off the bed, putting some place between him and Jazz as she also stands up with a deepening frown.

“I know you don’t want to believe it but I am a ghost, I died in that accident. I know you don’t want to believe it, but if I can somehow come to terms with it then why can’t you?”

Jazz just stares him down with her disappointed stare. After a few quiet seconds she then sighs, looking exasperated and somehow even more disappointed as she levels him with a harsh glare.

“Even Sam and Tuck agree, Danny. You’re going to far with this ghost thing! I don’t care what that yeti says, or any of those other creatures! You’re not dead. You have a heartbeat and most importantly, you care. You’re not evil, and all this death talk is beginning to freak Tucker out!  And you especially need to stop around Sam. They’ve begun talking to me about it, and about how you’re scaring them. And, well, we’ve all agree that you need to stop fighting those ghosts. Mom and Dad are perfectly capable of getting them, so from now on you’re benched. Those horrible things have been filling your head with lies, and it’s becoming a problem.”

Jazz declares before she walks out, keeping that awful disappointed glare on him.

Danny slams the door behind her, silently seething and holding back tears. They talk about his death so easily! Yet they don’t care to acknowledge it. Danny died, whether they want to accept it or not, and there was nothing they could do about it.

#the small excerpt! #dc x dp #danny phantom #i might post more parts #not sure yet #but the angst i could do! #like I love jazz but #the stories i've read where danny's friends and family just #dont accept that he is dead? #and adding dc means the meta gene!! #maybe i just want to make danny suffer #give him the worst experience and then add fluff later #It's My Party (And I'll Cry If I Want To) #also yes melanie martinez themed title!

[hey-august]

A Line from Me to You - Chapter 4

Description: Buggy finds a peculiar book on his ship. Enticed by the words contained on each page, the pirate opens up. Anonymity leads to vulnerability. What else will come from this? (Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, check out the story tag)

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: This chapter is SFW, but that changes next chapter!! Buggy x afab!reader.

A/N: Defnitely messed up posting this the first time around. 🤡Posting from my phone, so let me know if it looks weird!

Tag list: @lostfirefly @rorywritesjunk @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction

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“Maybe you should pick the next book.”

Buggy would have considered writing those words as admitting defeat if it wasn’t for how shaky your last note was. He could see each jump and jolt your hand made while asking for something less intense than the books Buggy picked.

After you both filled the end pages of “Rocks on the River” with enough saltwater to rival the ocean, Buggy offered another story from his backlog. The third novel you read together was a horrifying tale that pushed the readers into a toxic miasma of fear, paranoia, and unease, which oozed into their real lives.

The whole ship rang with a piercing shriek from the captain when an unfortunate freak tapped his shoulder from behind. A usually common occurrence was tainted by an early scene from the book. Buggy knew the touch wasn’t from grotesquely plump spiders descending from the ceiling, even though he screamed something that sounded like, “Get it the fuck off of me.” 

After reading a chapter full of creepy-crawlies, every small sensation left his blue hair standing on end, which only created a nerve wracking loop. Every breeze and rustle of fabric teased his prickled skin, mimicking the feel of grubby little arachnid and insectoid legs scurrying across his body. The sensation only went away after a frantic midday wash with near-boiling water and the roughest washcloth Buggy could find. After sloughing off more than one layer of skin, the pirate felt confident that he was clean and not infested.

You, on the other hand, had boasted about not being scared of the terrors held within the book. Unlike the invasive imaginary critters Buggy was battling, you were as snug as a bug in a rug when you curled up in bed to read each night. The chilling entities weren’t real, and if they were, you felt safe on the ship.

“I’m just saying, if soul-sucking bats were attacking, I would trust C. Buggy to protect m us.” 

As much as you tried to turn the start of “me” into “us,” the letters didn’t flow right. Rather than drawing attention to the slip-up by completely blacking out the convex letter, you simply crossed it out and hoped the other reader wouldn’t notice.

“I dunno, what if he hid from those horrid fucking things? I wouldn’t blame him, honestly…”

“Maybe…but I trust him.”

“He’s the captain, you’re supposed to trust him.”

“That’s not the only reason.”

You didn’t realize what you wrote until you punctuated the sentence by stabbing the page. Your hand moved quickly and defensively, upset by the assumption that your feelings were obligatory. Your fingers twitched as you restrained the flow of words. Your trust wasn’t unearned, it had grown over time. The seed was planted when you were welcomed to the ship with open arms and watered by his laughter and jokes, the care he held for his eclectic freaks, the little questions he’d ask about their lives at sea, and the flashy stories he pushed them weave. The roots reached deep, following the curve of his smile and tracing the crinkles in the corner of his eyes. 

The trust might have been obligatory at the beginning, but it had since blossomed into more. You weren’t ready to acknowledge the blooms and definitely weren’t going to share the unnamed feelings with a stranger.

Thankfully, Buggy’s preference for avoiding uncomfortable discussions kept him from prying further. His nightly alcohol whispered in a heated voice. It said he should ask, that he deserves to know why you trusted him so much. The voice grew quieter the longer he let the amber liquid sit untouched. Sure, a part of him was interested, but you didn’t elaborate for a reason. Thinking back to “Rocks on the River,” you never pressured him to write more about his childhood friend. Curiosity peeked through some of your notes, but it never confronted him. And he couldn’t bring himself to do that to you, so he moved onto the next section of the story.

This time, you completed the book first. Usually, you refrained from reading while on duty, but finishing the horror novel under a full moon in the crow’s nest seemed like a fitting end. Settled under an inky expanse that spilled into the still sea, you read words illuminated by moonlight. It didn’t take long for the whispers of subtle waves to take on an ominous tone. The rattling of the gently swaying ship became inhuman guttural groans. 

Creaks from other crew members on duty became less frequent and far less comforting. Their footsteps and shadows were no longer welcoming - they were unsettling and teased your fraying hold on reality. Seated so high above the others, you had no way of knowing if the life on deck were familiar or fiendish freaks. Laughter carried on the wind wasn’t jovial, but sinister. You tried to close the book, to stop the words from pulling you deeper into their dark world, but it didn’t work. You were already lost in fear and needed to claw your way out.

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Buggy figured you would spend the night reading and woke up early to see if the book would be ready for him. He slipped the third annotated book into an interior coat pocket and headed to breakfast. Only a few pirates filled the hall - a mix of those eating their first meal of the day and those filling their stomachs before sleep. Despite the differences, everyone embraced the quiet morning and only the sounds in the room came from cutlery against plates, mugs on the wooden tables, and open-mouthed chewing. It would be a normal scene, except for you. Unlike the others, who were stuck in the cozy twilight at either end of sleep, you sat wide-eyed and jittery in front of a sparse meal. The captain approached the corner you cowered in like a scared animal.

“You alright? Something happen last night?” His voice was pulled low with concern.

Your eyes darted around the room, afraid of missing some unknown monster during this conversation. “I’m fine. Just tired. It was a long night.” You shivered slightly, fear and anxiety still running their courses through your body.

“Hey,” Buggy whispered softly as he crouched low, his leather boots creaking with the movement. “You sure that’s all?” His hand rested on the bench next to you. He wanted to reach out and keep you from shaking, but a different fear kept him from moving.

“I’m fine,” you repeated, looking everywhere but at the man in front of you. 

A moment of silence let you know the answer wasn’t accepted. You glanced at him a few times before getting stuck in the deep pools within his eyes. It always happened to you so easily - his pupils were large and dark enough for you to fall in those ocean-colored eyes without a second thought. Buggy raised his eyebrows, the movement also tugging the tip of his round nose, and tilted his head to the side. He could see through the flimsy facade you were hiding behind, so you let it go and took a deep breath. 

“It was a really long night, Captain. I think I’ll feel better after sleeping. I’m okay, really.” You emphasized the last word by nudging his gloved hand with yours. Just the smallest amount of touch to let him know you were being honest.

Buggy nodded and left without another word. Any details you were reluctant to share were housed in the book sitting in his pocket. 

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The rest of the story that was written in the novel and documented your night  was devoured in his quarters, while the plate of breakfast sitting a hands-reach away on the desk grew cold. It was a different experience to read a horror book during the day, when the bright sunlight eliminated any errant shadows and kept the unknowns that resided in the dark at bay. Still, the author was skilled enough for goosebumps to cover the pirate’s body. He ran his hands along his arms and legs to iron away the physical response. 

As Buggy soothed his own unsettled nerves, he thought about you. How scared you must have been, alone and in the dark. How the fear followed you through the morning and you couldn’t shake the feeling. Literally. For a brief moment, Buggy imagined holding your trembling body, just as he was holding his own. Would you trust your captain enough to let him protect you from a fear response?

Although the pirate couldn’t bring himself to comfort you physically, he had an idea that could work. Filling with bubbling excitement, he sprang out of the desk chair, nearly toppling it in the process, and sprinted out of the room. A moment later, a lone hand whizzed back to toss his reading glasses on the bed and close the door.

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You woke up as the sun was turning in for the evening, surprised that you managed to fall asleep. Thinking back, you might have actually passed out from exhaustion and worry. The orange glow now painting the walls in your room was comforting. You stretched your limbs to bring them back to life and put your arms behind your head. 

Staring at nothing in particular gave your mind permission to pursue its own entertainment, so it drifted back to the paranoia and apprehension you thought had left. Threads of their presence remained and tugging at them brought pieces of the story. Examining those moments was easier in the golden light, but as the warmth receded and night returned, so did the unease. Rather than staying inside and alone, you hoped to find companionship and protection with the late night crewmates.

Waiting just outside your room was the smell of fried food and smoked meat to keep you company. As you wandered the belly of the ship, you passed your mates filling their own bellies with greasy food and alcohol. The ebb and flow of movement seemed to be going to and coming from the deck. Following the alluring scents of popcorn, cotton candy, and sweet dough, you stepped into the open air. 

String lights adorned the ship, traipsing from mast to mast, illuminating the sails, and snaking around the deck railing. Hundreds of lights bounced on the rippled sea, creating a bubble of light that was periodically outdone by the handmade fireworks launched into the sky. As sparks rained down in a beautiful rendition of a meteor shower, you caught the silhouette of the captain standing at the helm of the ship. If anyone knew what ignited tonight's floating festival, it would be the man in charge.

You weaved your way across the deck, grabbing two bottles of beer on the way. Having learned from earlier events and rumors among the crew, you stomped your feet a little louder than usual to let Buggy know you were approaching, so he wouldn’t be caught off guard and attempt to swat you away in surprise. When he turned to see who the visitor was, you offered him a drink.

“Are we celebrating something special?”

“There doesn’t have to be a reason to have a party,” Buggy said, as though you should know better. “Besides, my crew always deserves a night like this!” He spread his arms and gestured all around him.

Despite the bright lights, enough of the night hung around to hide the blush on your cheeks. Eager to hide the heat behind alcohol, you held out your bottle. “Then here’s to us!” 

Buggy tapped his bottle against yours harder than he expected, causing a fountain of bubbles to overflow from both containers. You both leaned in to stop the spills before taking a proper drink. 

Little did you know, this was his first drink of the evening. Buggy, who was known to spend nights with his sloshing spirit in hand, had planned when and how much alcohol would be available. He considered how to drag out the crowds and stagger the inevitable crash as people blacked out and passed out. The pirate captain wasn’t sure how successful he’d be against soul-sucking bats, but every detail that would chase away another dark and lonely night was taken into account.

#eventual smut #buggy x reader #buggy x you #x reader #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #hey-august a line from me to you

[bunnycvnts]

Request for John b: reader finds out she is pregnant and is scared to tell John b because they are still teenagers.

pairing: john b x reader

warnings: teen pregnancy. one mention of throwing up. i think that’s it.

tears filled your eyes and your hands shook, the positive pregnancy test trembling in your tight grip. you couldn’t believe it, you’d done everything imaginable to practice safe sex. from condoms, birth control, and even a few plan b’s. the bathroom felt colder than it had three minutes ago, and goosebumps rose on your smooth skin.

standing in the mirror, you pushed your belly out, trying to imagine what it’d look like when it was swollen—you and john b’s child growing inside you. you loved him, truly, but you guys weren’t ready for a child. hell, you were still children yourselves. both sixteen and living life carefree, only focused on getting the gold, careers and education be damned.

you wiped at your eyes and cheeks, trying to clean them from the spilled tears, and called the only person you could think of. pope.

pope was your best friend, having grown up next door to each other and being in various classes together throughout your educational lives. his family was yours, and vice versa. he even introduced you to john b. the rest was kind of history.

when pope arrived, slightly panicked from your cryptic call, he found you still sitting on the bathroom floor, your back leaning onto the cold tub. his eyes shot around the room, trying to make sense of your watery eyes and distressed breathing. it didn’t take long for him to narrow in on the small test lying on the sink. you watched as he surveyed the situation, and knew when his eyes practically popped out of his skull that he had noticed it.

“pope, what do i do?” your tone was meek, like a small child who was scared to get yelled at.

pope’s mouth opened and shut, searching for the right words.

“you have to tell him.”

this only made you sob harder. you were horrified of telling john b. he was so close to finding the gold, and you didn’t want to ruin that for him. he was more and more hopeful every day, and you just knew that he’d be disappointed in what was now forming inside your womb.

pope sank against the tub, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side.

“hey, it’s gonna be fine, we’ll figure this out. we always do. i mean, a baby isn’t ideal but statistically, it was probably bound to happen. teen pregnancy is far more common than you think.” pope rambling off statistics made you let out a small chuckle, which prompted a smile from the boy.

“i promise, we got this. the first step is telling him.”

you nodded at your best friend, his figure bleary from your watery eyes, but you knew his gaze held nothing but kindness. you talked for the next hour, going over possible scenarios of telling john b, both of you still lying against the uncomfortable bend of the tub.

by the next day, you were ready to tell john b. you’d driven to the chateau, making sure he’d be home beforehand, and that jj or any other pogues were long gone. when you raised your fist to knock on the wooden door, he surprised you by swinging it open before your knuckles made contact.

“are you like … breaking up with me?” a frown sat on your boyfriends lips, hesitation clear in his eyes. a small gasp left your mouth, and you shook your head ‘no’. you pushed past him, dragging him inside the home, and sat on the couch while he sat next to you, a larger distance than normal placed between you.

“i have to tell you something, and you have to promise you won’t freak out or end things or whatever. okay?” your hands shook nervously as you picked at your cuticles, which were now torn apart from the anxiety consuming you the night before.

“i promise. just tell me.” john b was on the edge of his seat, and worry laced his tone. he had no clue what his girlfriend was about to tell him, but her words scared him slightly.

“so, i don’t know what happened, or why it happened. i don’t know, john b. but i started getting sick like a week ago, and im so tired lately. then, i missed my period. and, well, i got worried and took a test and im pregnant.” tears filled your eyes, and you chewed on your lower lip harshly, scared to meet his eyes as he let the information sink in. after lingering silence, you looked up at him and were surprised to find him grinning at the floor. you sat in the quiet for a bit longer before he decided to speak.

“so, i’m gonna be a dad?” you could hear the excitement in his voice, furrowing your eyebrows at him. you nodded lightly, overall confused by his reaction. you’d thought he’d cry, vomit or even throw something, but grinning? that was never on your list.

your thoughts were cut off by john b picking you up and swinging you around, laughing excitedly.

“baby, we’re gonna be parents! little pogues running around ‘n shit! jayj is gonna fuckin’ flip!” his laughter echoed in your eyes and you cried harder, laughing softly as he spun you around. he stopped abruptly and grabbed your cheeks to hold them in both of his large hands, the size of which encompassed the entire sides of your face.

“no, what? what’s wrong, love? why are you crying?” his thumbs reached out to wipe away your fallen tears. your bottom lip trembled when you went to speak.

“i just..i was so scared of how you’d react. i never imagined you’d be happy about it.”

john b’s face softened at your words, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“how could i be anything but excited when finding out the love of my life is literally walking around with a piece of us forming inside her.”

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#obx #obx cast #obx fanfiction #obx fic #obx imagine #obx x reader #john b obx fic #john b fic #john b fanfiction #john b obx #john b routledge #john b outer banks #john b x reader #john b #john b x fem!reader #john b x you #john b moodboard #john b x pregnant!reader #obx blog #obx john b

[sentientgolfball]

that recent dew request got me SOFT!!! i love your writing so much, so how about i request phantom x reader also engaging in a playfight but since phantom has been recently summoned, he's not used to holding back and ends up unintentionally scratching the reader with his claws. i wonder how freaked out and horrified he'd be once he realized !!!!!!

Ok so I went a little overboard with this one cause I'm HEAVY on the Phantom brainrot. Semi continuation of this but all you really need to know is Reader works as Sister's assistant and has been at the Ministry for a decent amount of time.

Also...thank you so much that really makes me so happy WAHHHH

My requests are open !

Your eyes darted up in the direction of the door for the millionth time since Sister Imperator left her office for the day. You had stayed behind to get some extra work done for the upcoming Samhain harvest party. You rolled your shoulders to sedate the feeling of anticipation building up within you. As time dragged on with nothing happening you began to relax and get some proper work done, that is until you hear it. The slightest creak of the floorboards. You tense for a moment pausing your typing to listen for it again thinking you just imagined it. You get this deep feeling within your gut that you need to turn around right now or who knows what will happen. You shift in your chair and scan the surprisingly small space. 

There’s no way he’s here. I would’ve seen him come in unless he crawled through the fucking window. What am I thinking of course he would crawl through a window. 

You turn back around in your chair only to be met with the glowing purple eyes of your favorite scarred face. You jump ever so slightly but cover it up with a laugh and a shake of your head.

“Nice try star,  but you’re gonna have to do better than that.” 

“Seriously? I spent all day perfecting that trick and nothing.” He makes a pouty face as he looks at you from across the desk. 

“It’s going to take a lot more than sudden popping into existence to get me” you laugh “but I wouldn’t mind hearing about that little trick.” You just wanted to know exactly what to look out for for future encounters. You hoped you sounded innocent enough, though apparently you didn’t. 

“Can’t do. A magician never reveals his secrets.” He looks at you smugly. 

You roll your eyes with a smile and finish the email you were writing before standing and slipping your hand into his. You walk back to your room together and you can literally feel the excitement sparking off of Phantom. You shudder when you feel a zap of accidental quintessence pulse through you. With the harvest party so close, the Ministry is fully done up in autumn colors and cheap decorations. It was hard to make a Satanic abbey filled with demons look any more haunted, but it’s the thought that counts. 

Phantom had become completely enamored with the concept of Halloween. The day the very first fake cobweb appeared he had burst into your room on your day off to interrogate you about why the Siblings were getting annoyed with him for cleaning it. When you explained to him what Halloween was and how humans celebrate it he was so excited that the lichtenberg figure scars on his body began to pulse with barely contained quintessence. He spent the remainder of the night on your laptop binge watching movies and looking at costumes. He also picked up a nasty habit. From that day on he turned his daily ‘visit you at work’ moments into daily ‘try to scare you shitless’ moments. You ended up having to explain to a rather sad looking Phantom that you’ve been at the Ministry for quite some time and a ghoul jumping out and yelling ‘boo’ is not going to scare you. Little did you know, that would only egg him on. His little scares started to become big scares trying everything he could think of to get to you. 

You both pause when you finally get to your room. This immediately makes you suspicious as Phantom usually opens the door first. You turn to look at him. 

“Phantom I swear to Satan if one of your bats is in there again.” You say slowly pushing open the door and peaking in. You sigh in relief when you don’t see anything moving. 

You walk in with him hot on your heels. His smile falters as he looks around the room. 

“Aw come on I left it right there!” He says pointing to your desk. Your eyes scan over him. 

“Is that who you were looking for?” You motion to his shoulder. He turns his head and yelps when he sees the tarantula on him. You walk over and take it gently into your hand before he can smack it. 

“Is this one of Papa Secondo’s? How did you convince him to let you borrow her for this?” 

He stays silent.

“You didn’t convince him, did you?” 

“I thought it would work! Aren’t most humans anthropomorphic?” 

“Arachnophobic.” 

“That’s what I said.” 

You smile and shake your head “Well I’m going to take this little lady back to Secondo before he turns the Ministry inside out.” 

You leave your room and immediately notice Phantom is not making a move to follow you. That’s your sign that he has something else planned. You mentally prepare yourself for whatever it may be as you make the long walk to Secondo’s chambers where you deposit the tarantula safely into his waiting, and worried, hands. 

Your internal clock still hasn’t matched up to the time change and it is suddenly a lot darker on your way back to your room than you anticipated. The candles being your only source of light for your journey. You pause in front of the open Chapel doors and stare at a glowing stained glass window. You smile contentedly taking it all in, this time of year was always your favorite. 

And then all the candles are snuffed at once. And the heavy doors slam shut. And you smell something. It’s a scent you’re not familiar with. It smells like a strange mix of all the things you’ve come to associate with each element. You turn in a small circle trying to get your bearings in the dim lighting and that’s when you see the thing that makes your blood run cold. The flash of a silver mask standing in front of one of the windows. You can feel your heart jump to your throat as you recall the legends you were told when you first joined the Church. 

Never walk alone at night or else the ghoul who lurks there will find you and dispose of you assuming that you’re a trespasser. He has no name. He only reacts to—

“Special.” You say out loud in shock. 

The moment you do the masked figure rushes at you. You curse and immediately turn to run the opposite direction but you’re no match for the speed of a ghoul. You feel the clawed hand grip your wrist, but luckily you had enough momentum to pull away before he could fully hold you in place.  You sprint down the hallway without a second thought doing everything you can to put distance between you and the ghoul. You pass a small utility closet and that brings you to your senses. You can’t outrun a ghoul no matter how much of a head start you have. You double back and jump into the closet leaving it open just enough to peak out. You keep a hand over your mouth trying to keep your breathing as quiet as you can. You watch through the crack as Special stops right outside of the closet and sniffs the air. Time feels like it moves in slow motion as you watch him. Your chest clenches. Your stomach drops to the floor. You can feel yourself shaking. An image of your death flashes through your mind. 

The ghoul seems to catch something and laughs before taking off in the direction you had gone before ducking into cover. That laugh. It wasn’t full of malice or danger. It was giddy, full of pure excitement. You recognized that laugh. 

Phantom. 

You take a moment to sigh in relief about the fact you aren’t about ready to be horribly murdered by the ghoul from Ministry legend before deciding you were so getting Phantom back for this. You quietly step out of the closet and creep down the hallway you saw him go towards. You hide behind a pillar when you see him standing there frantically looking around. You hear him growl before watching him rip the mask off.

“I can’t smell anything with this thing on.” 

He turns around and starts walking back to where this little game all began. You hold back a smile and lean against the pillar nonchalantly as if you weren’t just on the verge of tears. You watch him pass you before you speak. 

“Come here often?” 

He screams and drops the mask, turning around to face you. You laugh and pick it up, holding it out to him. 

“This is impossible! I’m starting to think you’re not human.” he pauses and you can see his nose twitch as a satisfied grin spreads across his face. He can definitely smell your fear. 

“Nope. Nuh uh. You didn’t get me.” You give him a light shove with your shoulder. 

“Oh I definitely did. I finally found what freaks you out! The big bad ghoul that goes bump in the night!” 

He grabs you and gives you an excited and triumphant shake. When he lets go you feel a small stinging sensation on your arms where he grabbed. You check yourself over and see the little pinpricks from where his claws accidentally dug into your flesh, a small amount of blood already welling there. It wasn’t deep, certainly not the worst scratch from a ghoul, but you did not feel like walking around the Ministry at night with blood on you. The idea of the legends still being true flashes in your mind. 

“Hey uh Phantom.” 

He turns and looks at you and all the elation from his success disappears in an instant. You immediately try to soothe him before he freaks out. 

“Hey no it’s okay. It doesn’t really hurt, I'm fine. I just need you to heal them, okay?” 

He stares at you frozen in place, eyes flicking from your face back to the blood back to you. He looks lost, like he’s not even entirely sure what he’s seeing. You can practically see the storm of thoughts in his head. 

“Phantom.” You say gently. This time he snaps out of it. He’s shaking like a leaf as he silently reaches for you. He hesitates for a moment before carefully putting his hands on you. The air is filled with the smell of ozone and frost as you watch his scars pulse to life with his quintessence. And then you’re screaming as the small sting turns into a horrible burn. He rips his hands away immediately and backs up so far he bumps into the wall. 

You take a moment to catch your breath and scream out a rather creative string of curse words as the feeling turns into a dull throb. 

“Okay. That one’s on me.” You knew he had a hard time controlling his magic when his emotions ran high, but you weren’t exactly thinking logically after the night's events. 

He mumbles something and you tilt your head. He notices and repeats himself just a bit louder. 

“Omega should still be in the infirmary.” He looks up at you with the saddest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. You mentally smack yourself for not remembering that. 

“Alright let’s go see Omega then.” You smile and move towards Phantom only for him to back away. You pause and feel your chest tighten a bit at the once clingy ghoul keeping a five foot distance from you. You’ve never seen him so quiet, so reserved in your time together. You don’t really know what to do, so you just turn and make your way towards the infirmary. You feel a little better hearing the sound of his shoes clicking after you. 

The infirmary isn’t busy and Omega is able to see you immediately. The lingering scent of your fear made him believe that something horrible happened, but when he saw the little claw marks he sighed. Phantom seemed to take his reaction a different way and immediately started to babble out an explanation with you occasionally interjecting to correct his overdramatization. However, when you got to the part about the added pain Omega seemed concerned. 

“Phantom, you isolated the wrong thread. Have you not been practicing your healing?” 

His ears dropped down as his tail wrapped around his leg. His only response was a high pitched whine. 

Omega sighed “I don’t know if I should yell at you or Aether or both” he pinches the bridge of his nose “starting tomorrow you’re to come here. Don’t be late.” 

He gets up and stalks off to another room without saying anything more. 

You and Phantom leave and head back to your room. He walks next to you this time, but he’s still quiet and it doesn’t sit right with you. He follows you into your room and looks up at you when you close the door.

“Are you really okay?” 

“Yes star, I’m fine. It was barely even a scratch.”

He doesn’t look convinced. You hold your arms out to him.

“Hey. Come here. I want my favorite little love bug.” 

To your surprise, he jumps into you immediately. The force of it knocks you backwards and you land on the bed with him clinging to you. You laugh as he buries his face into your chest muttering apologies and promises to never do it again. He clings tightly to you for a while and you let him, happy that he seems back to normal. Relief washes over you when you finally hear him purr. 

“Hey by the way.”

“Hmm?” 

“Where did you get that uniform?” 

“Oh I borrowed it from Dew.” 

You furrow your brows “And he just let you?” 

He laughs “Well yea. It was his and Swiss’ idea for me to use it.” 

Suddenly the whole situation makes sense. There’s no way Phantom would’ve come up with the idea of masquerading as the special ghoul on his own, much less actually use the idea. You pull his face up to meet yours in a quick kiss. 

“I love you, but never take the advice of those two again.” 

“You’re just mad that I won.” 

You roll your eyes and pull him closer in your little spoon. You lay there with him listening to him ramble about how he did everything, slowly getting lulled to sleep by his weight and the rumble of his voice.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #phantom x reader #phantom ghoul #i hope you like it anon <3 #the band ghost fic #golfball writes

[egcdeath]

Hi! If you are not comfortable with this request then I totally understand but what about a Joel x reader where he has a nightmare that he can’t snap out of and he accidentally hurts the reader (like he grabs onto her and won’t let go) and the reader is okay but Joel freaks out and tries to break things off and its hurt with a lot of fluff. Thanks!

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: joel gives you both a scare when he wakes up hurting you in his sleep.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: full disclaimer: joel chokes the reader in his sleep. brief violence (unintentional), angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship

author’s note: this is a little darker than what i usually write, and it’s a little different from your request. i still hope that you enjoy <3 i’m also still taking drabble requests for any pedro pascal character!!

Twenty years ago you stopped dreaming.

Then, you finally found a safe haven in Jackson, Wyoming. Slowly but surely, you regained the ability to hold onto your dreams, building beautiful worlds in your mind and being able to recall them hours after you dreamt them. 

You didn’t always have the best dreams, but you were having one now; a pleasant dream taking place in the stream that you and Joel often stopped to take baths in on your smuggling runs. You lounged out on a familiar rock, basking in the sun while Joel cleaned himself diligently just a few feet away. You listened to the soft rustling of the leaves from the trees above you, then the song of chirping birds. You were at peace in a way you hadn’t known was possible since the world ended—but that peace didn’t last long. 

You couldn’t be sure how, but you’d fallen off of your rock and into the water, where the current had suddenly picked up. You began to bob above and below the water rapidly, choking as you fought to stay above it. But it was too late. Your nose and lungs were filled with water, the liquid burning you the more that you coughed. Your arms flailed as you desperately tried to swim, but it was clearly no use.

You woke up with a gasp, then shot up as you coughed violently—the same way you’d been coughing in your dream. You instinctually brought your hands up to your throat as you coughed, the scratching pain almost unbearable. Your heart and mind were racing, so much so that you’d completely missed the horrified look on the face of the man in bed beside you, or the way that he seemed to be paralyzed in his position. 

“Fuck, are you alright?” he finally said after your coughing had subsided. 

“Yeah, it was just a bad dream,” you dismissed, finally looking back at Joel, who still seemed a bit off. “Could you grab me a glass of water?”

“Of course,” he said, his voice a little flatter than usual. He still got up, still made the floorboards creak as he walked down the stairs, and still came back with a distinctly guilty look on his face. 

“Honey, are you okay?” you asked once he sat down, looking like he was in a state of pure shock. 

Joel seemed to gather himself, he took a few deep breaths, attempted to adjust his slumped shoulders, but still looked down and away—notably not at you.

“I think we should break up,” he said quickly and quietly.

“What?” you gasped, in complete and utter disbelief of what he’d just said to you. “Because I disturbed your fucking beauty sleep by coughing? I mean, what the fuck, Joel. I’ve done way worse shit than cough around you!”

“No, because I was choking you. In my sleep. That’s why you woke up coughing. I’m so sorry,” his voice slightly broke as he admitted what had happened.

“…What?” you were in disbelief, but your hand raised to your neck to feel it once more. Without the abrupt shock of waking up from a nightmare, you were now able to feel the warmth that had obviously come from an injury from an outside source. 

“I can’t… I don’t want to be a danger to you in your sleep. Maybe we should go to the infirmary too. But I can’t have you with me if I’m going to accidentally kill you in my sleep.”

You attempted to look into his eyes, but he looked distant and far away, clearly more shaken up by this whole ordeal than you were—which meant a lot, considering that you were already quite shaken up. 

“I can probably wait until the morning. I feel… alright. What happened?”

“I was dreaming and you and I were on patrol, a clicker came out of nowhere and grabbed you and you’re just screaming and wailing and it’s the most horrific sound I’ve ever heard,” he stops himself to gulp, to calm down a bit, and you gently reach out to touch his arm. Joel rejects your sensitivity, clearly feeling like he doesn’t deserve any sort of empathy in the moment. “So I come up behind it and grab it, like I’ve done a million times before, and its face slowly starts to warp into your face, and then I just abruptly woke up, and saw me choking you. I don’t- I don’t actually know how long it was going on. So maybe we really do need to go to the infirmary.”

The plea in his face told you that it was likely better to go than to sit here and argue about going. At the very least, it would give Joel the peace of mind to know that you weren’t as injured as he thought you might be. 

The two of you walked over to the infirmary in your pajamas, your house slippers becoming outdoor slippers as you drug them through the snowy ground. On your short walk over, Joel rejected every single advance you attempted; he wouldn’t hold your hand, he wouldn’t let you wrap yourself around his arm, and he wouldn’t even let you rest your hand on his back. For all you knew, he completely believed that it was over between the two of you. 

After waking up the receptionist at the desk who was lightly snoozing, you were able to see the doctor who seemed just as tired. After a few rounds of testing, she decided that you were good to go—though you’d already suspected that was the case. 

Once you arrived back at your home, Joel made a beeline to the couch, where it seemed he was dead set on staying for the rest of the night. 

“I’ll talk to Tommy about which buildings are vacant, and be out of your hair as soon as possible,” he told you in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Don’t you want to talk things out first?” you pleaded.

“There’s nothing to talk about. You’re not safe around me,” he dismissed, trying to be as firm in his words as possible as you sat down next to him on the couch. 

“I am safe around you, Joel. Do you know how many times you’ve saved me? Do I need to remind you of those smugglers who tried to keep me hostage?” you hoped that the mention of the memory would do some work in taking Joel down memory lane, to one of the many times in your lives where he’d come to your rescue. 

“I mean, yes, you did choke me in our sleep. That’s terrifying, obviously, but I love you. I can just sleep in the guest bedroom from now on,” you insisted, setting a hand on his knee that he finally accepted without trying to flinch away. “We both have a lot to work through. I’m not just gonna abandon you,” you insisted. 

“How am I ever gonna trust myself again?” Joel murmured, looking up to the ceiling to avoid eye contact with you. 

“Joel, you were asleep,” you pushed, “and for all intents and purposes, you were trying to save me in your dream. And the doctor was pretty unfazed by my injury. I believe her exact words were, ‘It looks fine to me.’”

“Our doctor was half asleep,” Joel halfheartedly argued. 

“Well, true… but I feel fine. And nothing has changed between us. Other than the fact that I think it’s probably time we both start seeing the therapist.”

Joel finally began to look like he believed what he was saying. Of course you didn’t want to be attacked in your sleep, but you knew that it was never his intention to hurt you. Obviously, it would take a bit of time and separation to make sure that he could get his sleeping habits in check, but you weren’t lying when you promised him all of those years ago that you would be with him every step of the way. 

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x y/n #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us fanfiction

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Headcanons for Mark, Jonah, and Adam and an S/O who has a bunch of vita carnis Mimics as "helpers."

What would the three of them think of someone who can somehow "tame" these things and just keeps them around as house pets? They just hang out in their home and on their little plot of land (that I'd imagine is isolated because people moved tf away when the rumors started spreading) and keep any threats away. Reader doesn't actively do anything to sate their diet though. Although they aren't opposed to the Mimics stomping out any would-be troublemakers or those who piss them off... They still get their food themselves but use reader's home as a place of refuge.

Maybe the way the three of them meet their S/O was finding out that Alternates were being warded off from there. Idk, I haven't had a chance to get fully invested in MC but the idea just sounds really interesting. Also, I have the mental image of a Mimic putting away the dishes and someone's immediate reaction is screaming "What the FUCK is that?!?!" And just getting this whole explanation of what it is and that this one and all the others are friendly despite it needing to be reminded that the human in front of them is not food.

I LOVE that mental image you described. Mimics just doing chores and human things, only to see an actual human look at them absolutely HORRIFIED

........

Mark

He was relieved to get away from the Alternate-populated Mandela County for a while.

But when you answer the door while preparing dinner, you called out for James (one of the male Mimics you named) to stay in the kitchen...

Without realizing how extremely suspicious that sounded until you saw the look on Mark's face. "Who's James?"

"Oh! He's uh...can you wait here while I-?"

"Is he your new roommate or something?" He jumps to conclusions immediately, thinking you're cheating on him as you never told him you lived with another person.

In anger he storms past you to confront this "James" you were apparently being so secretive about....

Before you could stop him, he sees the Mimic and freaks out, causing it to drop the plate it was holding and screams right back at him.

You're quick to disperse the situation before it becomes a bloodbath, but by then it's too late. Mark was thoroughly traumatized.

When you mentioned living with creatures who kept the local Alternate population out of your town..he didn't think they'd be be skinless humans.

He locked himself in your bathroom, trying to stave off a panic attack as he recites his prayers, convinced there was "evil" hanging over your house.

Eventually he lets you in and you help him calm down, reassuring him that wasn't the case at all before explaining the Mimics and their role in your household, answering whatever questions he had (which were a LOT).

"Even if they're not demons....why would God make something like that?"

"Maybe..it's the same reason he made the platypus."

"......that's not the same, s/o."

"I know, I'm just trying to help."

Jonah

He's made jokes about the Mimics before.

But he didn't think they were real living and breathing creatures you were coexisting with.

He swears he was smoking something when he saw one wearing your clothes and sweeping the floor with a broom like any ordinary person would.

At first he tries to be chill about it as to not freak you out..

Until he goes into your pantry for a snack and finds shelves with jars filled to the brim with Crawl sticks.

As well as a Mimic curled up on the highest shelf, asleep.

Next thing you know, Jonah's dry heaving over the nearest trash can.

"Babe for the love of GOD please tell me that I'm on some weird ass trip because I can't handle this rn"

"...well maybe if you didn't brush off my research, you wouldn't be as scared." You pat his back before glaring at the Mimic who was just seconds away from lunging at your boyfriend at his most vulnerable moment.

"Jonah, sweetie..rule number one is to never turn your back on a Mimic unless you're running away from it." You make him turn around to face it, and they stare at each other before it eventually calms down and leaves.

Even after you explained how you "tamed" the Mimics, he's too scared to leave your side or be alone in the same room with one.

Their permanent smiles and wide eyes just...give him the chills. Even if they're just staring with curiosity, he always insists it's a look of hunger.

They are aware he's dating you and will playfully threaten to eat him, but never actually go through with it bc you'd probably kick them out and leave them without food.

Adam

(gonna make this post-Catalyst)

He's having a tough time keeping the relationship alive and coping with being an Alternate--a secret he only recently shared with you.

Despite him being the first one you've ever encountered, you're not all that afraid. Just surprised.

You confess to having your own secret to share, taking him to your home where you could talk about it more.

He keeps asking how you could trust him with anything when he looked like a hideous monster. But you reassured him he'll understand soon enough.

After you arrive, he sees the Crawl trees behind your house, but thinks nothing of it until you bring him inside.

You whistle and a Baby Mimic comes skittering towards you on all fours, climbing onto you like a koala bear before you turn back to your boyfriend, smiling.

It takes him a second to connect the dots. "....wait, that's a....Vita Carnis...i-it's a real thing??"

"They've always have been."

"Wow, this is...one hell of a secret. D-Does..that Mimic know what I am?"

"The adults can usually tell, but this little bugger thinks you're tasty food." You scratch the baby Mimic's chin, hearing it coo sweetly as it nibbled on your jacket strings. "But you see why I'm not scared of you? Because I've made peace with these "hideous monsters", just like I've made peace with what you told me."

He tears up at your sweet and kind words, though he listens as you introduce him to the "helpers" of your household aka the adult Mimics who wore your clothing and were doing different tasks.

They all kinda stared at Adam as he awkwardly greeted them, but didn't do anything more.

It's strangely comforting that they perceive him as a human.

At the same time, he feels lucky to not look appetizing to them.

#kinda came out of the left field with sudden adam angst but hhshfg #clanask #anonymous #mandela catalogue x reader #tmc x reader #vita carnis x reader #mark heathcliff #mark heathcliff x reader #jonah marshall #jonah marshall x reader #adam murray #adam murray x reader #crossover #vita carnis au #meat farm au #headcanons

[bloodyboi]

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

"𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞."

"𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.."

𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

WARNING: GORE AND MURDER.

M/N never expected to kill people for boredom, no never that. For thrills as well. He found undying urges to just take his hands on something, strangle it with his bare hands. Watching the life fall apart inside it. This teen boy wondered if people will understand him. But who would. He was just a "weirdo", a "freak with no loving parents".

Which was surprisingly wrong when his parents cared for him a lot. Even if they divorced. But other than less, his heart rate picks up a lot when just thinking of killing the nuisances of man-kind or just killing people who annoyed him the most.

The girl before him was squirming on the cold tile floor, M/N cold eyes stare a at his so called "classmate" with darkness. That made the girl squirm more as her hands were bounded together. Her legs aimed to kick the boy in his knees, only for it to fail.

The boy grabbed her legs and pinned them down with intense force. The girl squealed out of pain, her eyes tight shut from feeling his cold hands on her calves. She was scared, but that wasn't the right word...no. She was horror-stricken. She never expected the sweet boy in her class to be a murder. Never less target her...all because "he was bored."

The girl shakily opens her eyes, only to make eye contact with those dead eyes of his. She whimpered, feeling chills go from her neck  to her back. The boy pulls his finger to his lips, indicating her to be quiet as he effortlessly lifts her up. The girl was shocked since he always seemed skinny and weak. But the more she thought about it, his shoulders were broad and wide.

The boy sits her down in a chair, his [color] eyes darken seeing her trying to jump out the chair. So the teen boy pulled her slick blonde hair, earning a muffle yelp from the poor girl. Eyes teary as she pleads in her brain for him not to kill her. But it was sure to happen as she heard a clank.

Before she knew it, he stabbed her in the thigh. A wrenched scream filled the air as she thrashes in the chair. Her eyes teared up more as the boy just grips the handle of the knife. Not even caring if his finger prints were now indented into it. A smile curves on his face..he liked to see that pain in peoples eyes..that wonderful scream made him twist the knife more into her thigh. A powerful scream came out again from the said girl.

"I wonder how much more screams you can let out of your pretty, little throat." He says before he lets out the knife from the plushy thigh. Only to stab it in deeper of the girl, the eyes of the girl widened so wide. You could see her pupil clearly like a doctor who just freshly dilated it.

She lets out another piercing scream before her head falls forward, her blonde her covering her face as she breathes heavily from this horrifying pain. She ponders to herself at this moment.

"I'm going to die here..."

Which was true as she was alone with this psychopath. He just smiles and takes the knife out. His heart rate was going wild seeing this girl in so much despair for herself. If he was an anime character, he might as well be a genderbend of Junko Enoshima. His eyes light up before he picked the girls chin up with his pointer finger. He smiles wide like a Cheshire Cat, the girl looks away.

Not wanting to see the face of her kidnapper, but that was a wrong move as the teenager grabs her face with his hand. Clutching her jaw tight to face him. Instead of his light up eyes, it was darkened and empty. No light, no soul in sight.

"Look at me before I cut your insides." He says darkly. The clutch of his hands made the girl shiver as she makes eye contact with him. "Good girl." He says with a grin, but it wasn't a soft, or light one. It was a sinister one. The type of grin a person makes before harming someone even worse. The type a grin a liar makes to their promise lover before cheating on them.

She was too scared to talk to this boy, [M/N] [L/N] wasn't the type to just "talk". He had close friends who he would clearly talk to, but his attitude would change towards people who he didn't know. That's why people thought he was "shy, a freak, a weirdo." All those labels attached to him all throughout school year. And the reason for that, was because of the blonde girl in front of him.

You see, she may seem sweet now. But that's because her life is on stake. She must play her cards correctly if she wants to live. But she's on strike 2, one for trying to harm him, two for trying to thrash out. If she hits strike 3.

It's over.

But that's a little too late isn't it?

The blonde girl heard a door open from the room they were in. As the [hair color] boy looked up from his victim, the girl prayed that it was the cops. Maybe her parents called them for her! Yes, maybe she is saved! The tear filled eyes and tear marks on her flawless cheeks glistened in the shady light.

The door opened to see it was one of the boy's parents. His mother. The girl's eyes widen as she let out a raspy yell, anything to get the attention drawn towards her. The blood from her thigh being stabbed dropped and ruined the school uniform they had to wear at school. It ruined the nice blue cotton skirt, as the boy stares up at his mom with a dead look.

The mother gasped, holding her hands to her mouth. The girl pleaded for her to knock some sense into the boy infront of her. She wanted the mother of this psychopath to be knocked out so she can leave and be home to her family. Her own loving family.

But her hope died....

"[M/N], sweetie...you're suppose to tape her mouth...not just her hands. I'm disappointed." The mother said from her plump lips. She crossed her arms and shakes her head in disapproval. The said son looks down before nodding.  The female classmate's eyes widen more, her lashes feeling the cold breeze and chill she felt ever since she got took down here.

"Y-you're joking right? You can't possibly let your son do this to me! He's a murder and a freak! And low life fuckin freak!" The blond girl yells from her throat. Her eye showed clear anger, confusion, despair..but mostly fear.

The mother's frown turned into a sick sweet smile, hand cupped up to her cheek as she moved towards her beloved son. The mother grabbed the son's hands as the boy didn't even move. His cold gaze never left the floor. He felt his mother put glove on his hands before patting his back and leaving up the stairs from the basement.

"Rip her throat out. She talks too much dear."

And that's the last thing the blonde girl heard before she felt a plunging in her throat. A small croak came out as blood splattered the boy's hand. The boy held that same cold gaze from before as he felt the girl drop her head. With that, he pulled the knife down further, opening that throat of hers. The blood colored her white uniform shirt, dripping down more onto the skirt. [M/N] eyes the skirt but then stood back and look at his hands, covering in latex gloves and blood. His favorite outfit to wear.

"You're fucking repulsive, I might as well let you bleed out whore." He said lastly as he kicks the now deceased girl in her chest. She falls back like a ragdoll, blood spilling from her throat all the way to the cold floor again.

The teenager boy walks up the stairs, glancing at the body before turning off the lights and going to help clean the kitchen for dinner.

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[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

it’s midnight and i just. i have this stuck in my head.

steve who’s used to every little disagreement turning into a big fight so he snaps/yells at reader and when they don’t return that fight and just kind of shutdown steve panics and feels so so guilty

my love you hit me in the soft spot. i cry so hard whenever anyone even slightly yells at me.

tw: not a lot but i thought id put one to make sure everyones safe <3: bit of a disagreement, reader with vague past relationship trauma if you squint, sensitive reader, anxious reader, oblivious steve, in love steve, steve in general. if anything from above is something you cant handle right now thats perfectly okay and ill see you next time!

steve is very very very gentle. hes calm and collected and mostly rational. so arguments are extremely rare.

but today steve was tired. oh so tired. and he missed you. so much. so when you were being almost silent on the car ride home from the bi-weekly dinner with the kids, robin and eds, he was freaking out.

the waitress was very subtly flirting with him. in a way where only the girls at the table knew what was going on.

of course steve had no interest in her, for gods sake. he didnt even look at her for more than two seconds.

you werent mad at him. no, he handled it very well. he passed all the tests. you were just sad. comparing yourself to the blonde waitress. thinking about how many people want him that you dont even know about. the little voice in your head saying “why does he want you?” and looking for signs of infidelity, coming back emptyhanded as always, shamefully reminding you that hes not your past relationships.

so no you werent mad at him. you were mad at you.

but we all know hes a little bit… slow sometimes. so that doesnt even occur to him.

what if you lost interest in him? what if you think hes annoying? why are you mad at him?

his fears only heightening when you give him a small smile when he opens the front door for you, instantly heading to the kitchen to get some water, hoping itll make you feel better.

“whats your problem tonight?”

oh.

“…what?” and you stare directly down at the countertop because you can already feel yourself tearing up at his tone.

“what do you mean ‘what?’. youve been acting weird since we left.”

he really doesnt mean for it to sound so angry, if you listened a little closer you might be able to hear the desperation in his voice.

“…the waitress”

“what?”

“she was flirting with you.

“what?”

he throws his head back and puts his hands to his face in exasperation. before realizing that youre a little too quiet… and shaking?

his tone brought back memories and fear. fear that he would just find someone else since you were bothering him. and youd be left alone again, but only this time unable to pick up the pieces.

and now hes horrified because he didnt mean to sound angry, he was just frustrated and didnt even think about how sensitive his girl was to things like that.

but you were too far gone now. your ears ringing and your breath escaping you. fighting back tears with every bone in your body, and losing said fight.

and so you turned around to look at him. and your eyes betray you once more. instantly filling with tears that make steves face drop and heart fall.

“m’sorry steve” but your voice falters and breaks before the first sob racks through your body, walking as quickly as you can to his bedroom to clean yourself up.

HES FREAKING OUT SO BAD

he feels absolutely awful. poor man starts crying too, but makes himself stop for his apology, not wanting to scare you further.

following behind you and knocking on his own door.

“babydoll, can i come in?”

youre standing in front of his mirror. eyes puffy and red and shaking. you knew steve wouldnt leave. you knew he wasnt like that. but you were crying anyways, which only made you cry more out of embarrassment.

“…yeah” you call weakly, still not looking up as he opens the door.

his arms are around you instantaneously

“‘m so sorry baby i didnt mean to sound angry, i wasnt thinking. im sorry.”

“its okay, im sorry i-”

“no, you have nothing to be sorry for. you’re allowed to get sad. theres nothing wrong with it, id never judge you for that. i was just being… stupid cause i didnt get it y’know? i mean i literally am horrifyingly in love with you. im like obsessed with you… not in a weird way…. anyways! and i get jealous all the time. like everyday, even over small things. that barista the other day? coulda killed that guy. y’had me studying how to make lattes babe.”

and of course youre giggling. his polo shirt saturated with tears and pure joy.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you most. i know you dont really think id look at anyone but you, right? but if you need confirmation i will go and take back the tip we gave that lady.”

more giggles.

and that was the difference. steve embraced your sensitivity. he loved it actually. loved the way you care about things. love the way you pick up on energies before anyone else. loves everything about you. including some of the not so pretty things.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #stranger things #steve x reader #steve x you #steve harrington fluff #steve h #dove and steve

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Pregnant

Could you write something where the reader is pregnant and she hides it from Eddie and the only people that know are Robin and Steve but Steve accidentally tells Eddie and Eddie gets all mad and doesn’t talk to her till she is in trouble cause Jason keeps bullying her very angsty at the start but fluff towards the end, please? Requested by @mayahawkeluver

Warnings; Angst to fluff.

Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated ❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

The morning sickness was the worst. Robin had been there through it all with her and Steve.

It was hard to hide it from both of them when they literally found her throwing up in the bathroom of Family Video, two tests clutched in her hand as she tearfully told them what was happening.

She had just started working with them at Family Video and she would never be able to hide the nausea and sickness.

The person she really wanted to tell though was Eddie and she wasn't sure how to broach the subject.

This would change their life it's not like she could just drop it into a conversation casually.

She loved Eddie and he loved her but this was a massive change to their lives, they were barely out of high school for one thing.

How could she tell him when one of her fears that wouldn't go away was that she would lose him? What if he didn't want the baby? Ended up not wanting her? Left her for someone else?

The worries were piling up and she knew she had to tell Eddie she just wasn't sure how.

❤

Shit shit shit! Steve mutters to himself having just dropped a bombshell on Eddie.

He stares at Eddie horrified and Eddie is trying to come to terms with what Harrington said.

"Y/n is pregnant?". Steve gapes wordlessly because he didn't mean to open his big mouth it just slipped out.

Eddie was asking if y/n was okay as she looked a bit nauseated this morning which Eddie assumed was a stomach bug but was panicking his girl was really unwell.

"Yeah, she's okay. Got bad morning sickness though".

"You knew before me?" Eddie asks him looking hurt and he's still gaping.

"Uh". Eddie pushes past Steve and goes to y/n who has just started working at the counter.

❤

Eddie stalks up to her, he looks pissed and her already tender stomach begins to churn.

"Eddie?". He reaches her and he looks devastated as he stares at her.

"Can you please tell me why I had to find out from Harrington that my girl is pregnant?"

Oh shit. Steve rushes up to them both looking between the two of them.

"I'm so sorry y/n, it just slipped out". She swallows. She can't be mad at him. She should have said something to Eddie sooner.

"I'm so sorry Eddie, I wanted to tell you but I was scared". Agony fills his eyes and he swallows.

"Scared of what? Telling me? Did you really think I'd react that badly? You're my girl and I should have been there for you. You should have told me y/n".

He walks away leaving her extremely tearful and anxiety filing her even more.

"Eddie wait!". He doesn't come back, he just heads into his van and drives off.

❤

Eddie had been quiet the last two days, it was such a huge thing to process so she was trying to give him some time to process it but all she wanted to do was apologise for not saying anything.

Jason wouldn't leave her alone either. Ever since she started working at Family Video he would not leave her alone.

The guy was a bullying asshole and sauntered around like he was the king of the town.

"Aww look it's the freaks girl, where is your weirdo boyfriend huh?". Ignore him just ignore him.

She turns away and he grabs her arm.

"Hey, I'm talking to you bitch. I'm a fucking paying customer. Show me respect". With Robin in the back rooms, she wouldn't be able to hear and her heart was racing.

Her first thought is to protect the baby and instinctively she clutches her stomach and yanks her arm back.

His eyes darken and he swears.

"Why you little bitch". He doesn't get to finish the message as he is yanked away from the counter and is face to face with Eddie who glares at him.

"Get the fuck away from my girl, now Carver". Jason sneers but doesn't look so cocky now and rushes away.

Eddie vaults over the counter and immediately checks her, hands on her belly, pressing tender kisses to her stomach.

"I'm so sorry I didn't say about the pregnancy, I was worried you were going to leave me, she whispers tearfully. I already had those fears worrying about if you left me while pregnant, my anxieties just got the best of me, Eddie, I'm sorry".

He softens.

"I'd never leave you, princess and you're the only girl I will ever want. Ever. You're my soulmate princess and I love you even more and more every day. You are the only woman I will ever want. Ever".

She sobs and he kisses her belly again and stands up holding her close.

"We're gonna be such an amazing little family sweetheart. My princess, me and my little princess". She giggles and wipes her eyes.

"So sure it's a girl, could be a boy". He shakes his head and holds her close.

"Nah, it's a girl. My little princess. Just you wait sweetheart. You'll see. Have me wrapped around her little finger like her mama".

And you know what? Exactly six months later Eddie was right ❤

#eddie munson x pregnant!reader

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: Due to some freak accident Jamie takes something super heavy right to the chest, like a weight or a medicine ball. The breath his completely knocked out of him, he's literally knocked off his feet and as he lays there gasping in agony his eyes find Roy and with whatever strength he's got he reaches out to him. A horrified Roy rushes to his side, pleading with Jamie to hang on as the younger man passes out. There's a mad rush to the hospital where Jamie pulls through and isn't actually as hurt as everyone thought. It just scared the crap out of them all, especially Roy who goes uber protective mode as he takes over Jamie's care. It's just the jolt these two need to finally realize what they mean to each other.

Oh he gets the wind knocked out of him. Had that happen to a friend when I was like 9. He fell off a high swing and straight onto his chest. We all thought he needed a hospital was absolutely terrifying.

-

Roy is frozen for a second before he leaps forward. Jamie is gasping and shaking. He’s clawing at his chest. Roy slams into the ground next to him.

“Jamie? Can you breathe?”

He gets a broken gasp and a shudder in response. “Okay hospital call a squad.” Jamie’s eyes fill with tears. He reaches a hand out towards Roy. Roy takes the hand without thinking. He links their fingers together. “Come on Jamie. You’ll be okay stay awake.” Jamie shakes his head. He starts crying for real and scratching at his chest.

Roy only prays the squad gets here faster

——

Roy has refused to leave Jamie’s side ever since the hospital said he could be discharged. Roy almost fought the doctor who said he could leave. Jamie’s chest was black and blue. He shook when he took his hoodie off. Roy needless to say forced him into a wheelchair to take him to his car.

“Old man shouldn’t the rolls be reversed?” Roy snorts. He can’t help it. He’s just happy to hear Jamie talking and joking again. “We’re going to my house. Be good not a word about the dog.”

Jamie perks up at the mention of a dog. “Dog! Roy you’ve got a dog?? How long? What’s its name? What kind! Why haven’t I known this?” Roy snorts and buckles Jamie’s seatbelt.

“Two months. Frankie. Chihuahua. Cause I hadn’t told you yet. Phoebe wanted a dog. Ruth said if I got one it’d basically be like hers.” Jamie blinks at all the information. “So you got a dog so your niece would be happy? God I love you.”

Roy nearly chokes on the gun he’s chewing. “You’re drugged.” Jamie shakes his head and rests it on the window. “Always loved you. This made me realize I should say it.”

Roy jerks the car into the closest parking lot. He shoves it in park and stares at Jamie. Who understandably looks a little startled. “You fucking muppet. I was going to say that later.” Jamie’s mouth opens and closes. “No the fuck you were not.” Roy grabs his hand and holds on tight. “I love you. I want to date you.”

Jamie’s mouth drops open. He can’t believe it. “You love me like I love you?” Roy smiles. He brings Jamie’s hand up to kiss it. “Hate that it took this to make me say it but yes. I do.” Jamie let’s out a whoop that makes Roy’s head hurt a little.

“Roy Kent loves me. He fucking loves me!” Roy laughs and shifts to drive again when he’s attacked. “Kiss! Now! Now now now now now now.” Roy cuts him off by obeying. Kissing Jamie is nice feels right.

Roy pulls away with a tap to Jamie’s chest. “No strenuous activity for at least a week. Behave.” Jamie whines but Roy ignores him. “I’ll let you get Frankie outfits with my card if you’re good.” Jamie grabs the hand not on the wheel. “Oh I love you.” Roy snorts.

“I love you too.”

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie tartt x roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #roy kent x jamie tartt #roy x jamie #mac writes ted lasso #Frankie the oc dog that roy got cause he’s a SUCKER for Phoe

[lillywillow]

That Awkward Age

Summary: You like Robin but have a hard time expressing your feelings to her. Robin thinks you’re her type to a T.

Written for: @the-slumberparty

Words: 1408

Square Filled: N3- Writer’s Choice

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Female Reader, Reader x Eddie Munson (Platonic), Robin x Steve Harrington (Platonic)

Warnings: Second hand embarrassment and sheer awkward moments

A/N: Set in an AU where everybody lives. This is my first time writing for Stranger Things.

You weren’t exactly sure when your crush on Robin first started but you think it was about the time she started working in Scoops Ahoy. She looked so good in that uniform and when you ordered ice cream she would add in little extra things just for you. Robin was so kind to you and you weren’t sure if you were imagining it but perhaps she was even a little flirty. The only person who knew about your crush was your best friend Eddie Munson. Eddie was very supportive of you and encouraged you to go after Robin whenever you brought it up. You were scared if you did ask her out and she rejected you it would make you a complete and total social outcast but Eddie mostly told you to suck it up and just go for it. Maybe he had a point. Maybe it was finally time to put all your fears aside and just dive in head first.

…

One warm Saturday afternoon, you were enjoying your lunch when you saw Robin hanging out with Steve. Deciding to take Eddie’s advice, you formulated a plan to try and get Robin alone so you could ask her out. Unfortunately, your plans didn’t turn out nearly as smoothly as you might hope they would. As you called out her name and ran towards her, your foot found a stone, tripped you up and sent you tumbling straight into her, knocking you both down in the process. It only got worse from there. As you tried to get up, you failed to notice your hand was on her breast. You quickly withdrew it and stared at her with doe-eyed fear.

“So-ft…” you croaked out, trying to apologise for knocking her over but the thought in your head took over.

Now completely and utterly humiliated, you fled the scene with the agility of a startled cat before the red-hot flames of embarrassment could consume you. You didn’t see it but as Steve helped Robin to her feet, she watched your retreating form with an amused and dreamy smile.

…

Later that night, you and Eddie were painting each other’s nails as you recounted the tragic story of your epic fail to him.

“So, how did things go with Robin?” Eddie pried as you applied a layer of black polish to his nail.

“Could not have gone worse. You and your stupid advice,” you grumbled.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad…”

“It was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. So, help me, if a portal to the Upside Down opened up right next to us I would have gladly jumped right in…”

“Y/N, just tell me,” Eddie prompted.

You sighed and braced yourself.

“I saw her earlier today and I called out to her. Then I tripped and knocked us both over and as I was getting up, I put my hand on her boob…”

“On purpose?”

“No! Believe it or not, I’m not in the habit of feeling someone up without their consent…” you huffed.

“So, what happened?”

“I was trying to get up and when I noticed where my hand was I said… soft…”

“You, what?”

“I… I said soft. I was trying to say I was sorry but I also was thinking soft and the wrong thing came out!”

To your utter dismay, Eddie began cackling.

“It’s not funny, you jerk!” you shouted, hitting him with a pillow.

“Watch the nails!” he half-heartedly scolded while still laughing.

By now you truly wanted to just vanish off the face of the Earth.

“Look, Y/N,” Eddie began as his laughs died down. “If Robin is half the girl Steve says she is, she probably thought you were charming…”

That’s when a horrifying thought occurred to you.

“Steve… he saw the whole thing! What if he heard me?!”

Eddie did his best to try and console you while you continued to freak out.

…

Meanwhile, Robin was in a dilemma of her own. Steve was organising the returned videos while Robin paced the floor. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that moment.

“What should I do, Steve? She’s so cute and I really want to ask her out,” Robin lamented.

“So, ask her out,” Steve shrugged, placing a video case back into its proper section.

“But what if she’s not into girls? I’d become a social pariah in a heartbeat…”

“I still say go for it. Y/N is clearly into you,” Steve advised.

“What?! N-no she’s not…”

“Yeah, she is. Look, I have some experience in this field and believe me, I know when chicks are digging,” Steve began, ignoring the look of scepticism on Robin’s face.

“First, she gets all flustered around you. Y/N gets all tongue tied around you,” Steve began.

“I’m sure she’s just shy,” Robin tried to reason.

“Right… just shy… only around you and nobody else…”

Robin thought back on all the times she saw you and how you would start looking away, tripping over your words and fiddling with your clothes in comparison, you didn’t do all those things when you were talking to another person.

“Two, she’ll make up any excuse to come to see you. Remember how often she used to come into Scoops Ahoy?” Steve continued, counting the dot points off on his fingers.

“Maybe she just likes ice cream…”

“Nobody likes ice cream that much,” Steve countered. “Three, she’ll do little things to know she’s thinking of you. Like last week during our shift when she brought in those cookies for you.”

“She was just being nice to a friend…”

“Nice to a friend would be if she shared them with both of us. Instead, she insisted they were for you and only you… Oh! And they were heart shaped…”

Steve’s words were beginning to break through to Robin.

“And I think we can both agree that the little incident you shared this afternoon, her hand stayed a little longer than it to…”

“Steve!”

Robin’s face turned bright red. She was so mad at him right now… but… he was also making sense. Could Steve really be correct in assuming you were into her? She would have to ask the next time she saw you.

…

You had successfully avoided Robin all weekend and most of school during Monday. It wasn’t until you were hiding in the library during lunch that she managed to corner you. When she called your name, you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you,” she smiled.

“H-hi, Robin. Listen, I’m really sorry about the other day about knocking you over and then I did that and said what I said. I didn’t mean to say soft; I really was trying to say sorry, but it was really soft, not that I think about- oh, God, stop talking!” you rambled.

Robin giggled softly making heat rise to your face.

“I’ll just be going now,” you muttered, turning away.

Before you moved away, Robin grabbed your face and kissed you. She pulled away after a moment and the pair of you couldn’t stop grinning.

“You kissed me,” you stated.

“Yeah… I… I’ve liked you for a long time now, Y/N, and I didn’t know if you liked me and I was really scared if I asked you out and you didn’t like girls I would be ostracised,” she babbled.

“I felt the same way,” you confessed.

“So… what now?” she asked.

“How about dinner Friday? We can make it an official date,” you suggested.

“Sounds perfect… See you after school?”

“See you then,” you confirmed.

Robin gave you a quick peck on the lips and headed off. As you walked out of the library, you couldn’t stop grinning. You knew that when you told Eddie about it later, he’d tease you a little but he’d be thrilled for you. Who knew making a fool of yourself in front of your crush would turn out so well?

#navy and roo's sleepover #Stranger Things #Robin Buckley #robin buckley x female reader #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #idiots in love #That Awkward Age

[melodyschaos]

Bouquet of Hearts / Sun Wukong / She/Her please!

After Y/N called up the monarch of apes, the two decided to celebrate by watching horror movies together. Wukong had never seen even the classic slasher movies, but Y/N decided to be a bit devious. Tonight they were watching They Come Knocking, a movie more focused on psychology over jump scares. Wukong fought horrifying demons for many millennia, he wouldn’t be scared by stalkers or disturbed by gore. Wukong was sitting in Y/N’s lap, and she was playing with his head fluff. Every time he jumped or made a startled noise, her devious smile grew. When the movie was over, Y/N got up and stretched.

“That was fun! Lemme get that.” Y/N reached over and took the popcorn bowl.

When the Monkey King let them stand, she put the bowl in the sink and waited a few seconds. She went from room to room quietly flicking off  the lights. When she reached the side-by-side switches for the kitchen and living room, she simultaneously yet quietly flipped them off. Once the light disappeared, she heard a yelp from the living room.

“Everything okay in there, Wukong?”

“Y-yeah everything’s fine, lights just went out. You got a flashlight or somethin’?”

“I’ll be there in a minute. Wouldn’t it be cool if we made a pillow fort? We can make a blanket nest inside!”

“Sounds great, I’ll get the blankets.” Y/N gathered up some flashlights and blankets. When she came back to the living room, Wukong had already taken all the cushions off the couch. They were left on the floor and he was peeking out the window between the blinds.

“Sunny? What are you doing?”

The king jumped back from the window. “Nothin’. Great, you got the supplies! How do we start?”

Y/N began setting up the perimeter and foundations. Inside the fort, the blankets were placed in a circular position with extra smaller pillows on the edges. The extra comfy blanket would be used for snuggling under. When they were done, Y/N held a flashlight she clicked on and held, tilting it ceiling-wards to keep from blinding them.

“I’m surprised you took the movie so well, Sunny. Not many people can handle scary stuff so late at night with the lights out.”

“I’m the Victorious Fighting Buddha, it’ll take more than a little power outage to freak me out.”

Y/N clicked off the flashlight, leading another yelp. She clicked it back on, smiling at the monkey’s expression. “Some warrior buddha.”

“That wasn’t fair and you know it.”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Better?”

“A little bit. Is this how you treat all your boyfriends?”

“No, just you because I like you so much.”

With a smile, Wukong pulled Y/N over for a hug. “If that’s it then you can bug me all you want. I might return the favor, though.”

“I can be a way bigger pest than you.”

“How about this: Tomorrow I do my best to annoy you up the wall. If you last the day, you pick our next date. If I win, you come with me on a date to the Celestial Realm. The gardens are filled with the most beautiful flowers, and during the night the guards aren’t as difficult to deal with.”

Y/N’s eyes were wide with intrigue. “DEAL!!!”

#lmk #legomonkiekid #lmk x reader #lmk x reader fluff #lmk wukong x reader #lmk monkey king x reader #lmk wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk wukong x reader fluff #lmk monkey king x reader fluff

[delikaitxx]

HEY ALL YOU COOL CATS! Chapter Ten is LIVE! Side note, fuck migraines! 🖤

‘86 // Chapter Ten: Vecna’s Game (Part One)

The morning of March 22nd, 1986

Eddie stirs awake as I make breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, and coffee. I smile at him, bringing him his coffee and food. “Hey sleepy head.” I speak softly as Eddie stretches and wakes up more. I sit on the bed right next to him. “How are you feeling?” “A little shaken up, but better. I’m still..” I hand him his coffee. “Scared.” I help finish his sentence. “Yeah…” I grab his hands in mine and hold them tightly. “I know, Eds, I know.” he looks at the breakfast on his bed side. “I made you some food.” I smile offering it to him, a smile forms on his face. The first I’ve seen since The Campaign. “I do love when my girl feeds me.” HIs groggy, raspy morning voice fills my ears.

“I love feeding you.” We share a kiss and I hold him tightly. “I love you.” Eddie chuckles holding me very tightly as well. “I love you too sweetheart.” He kisses my head as I lay against him. “My little protector.” I smile at his seemingly better mood. “Damn right.” I sip my coffee as he eats. “It’s so good, as always.” “Good. I’m so happy you like it.” “Babe, I fucking love it.” I can still feel the residual feeling of grief. I understand completely, but it does hurt seeing him like this. I don’t even want to mention the gang coming just yet. He’d freak. I’m afraid it’ll deepen his fear more.

I try to brush off my lingering thoughts. “What’d you dream about? You slept really good last night.” Eddie smiles looking at me up and down. “Well..” He clears his throat. “Corroded Coffin had a sold out tour. We were out of Hawkins, it was actually our first show. You and I were married…” he trails off, trying to concentrate on the details. “We were married?” I ask rubbing his leg softly. Eddie smiles and glows at the gesture. Also blushes a bit at a thought. His smile grows watching my hand. “You had a surprise for me.” I giggle taking a sip of my coffee. “What was it?” I take my lips off the mug.

Eddie clears his throat again taking a bite of the bacon, but laughs. “It was cute actually. It was on that night and we were due to go on any minute. You asked to speak privately. You were glowing and it wasn’t just from being my wife or our photographer. Something was up. Then, you pulled something out of your leather jacket, one that you stole from me… It was a pregnancy test.” My jaw drops in anticipation, even if I do know what’s coming. “What did it say, baby?” I tease him taking another sip of my coffee. “You lit up completely uttering those magic words, ‘Eddie, I’m pregnant’.” Eddie’s face is now lit up. Just as my heart skips a beat thinking of little Munsons running around. “Oh my god.” I manage to utter in awe. “It was so cute. You made a sign with the guys that said ‘Your biggest fans’ on it. Right in the front row too. It was a beautiful moment.”

I smirk behind the mug. “You cried didn’t you.” “Yeah, but you did too once I told the crowd.” My jaw drops. “Eds!” I laugh. “What? They loved it.” I chuckle thinking about the dream baby. I most definitely want babies, I do, but we couldn’t raise it in Hawkins. Especially with the Upside Down, it’s not safe. I would move immediately if I could. I’d take my family and friends away from this place. That horrifies me as well as becoming a mother. It’s not the physical pain, but the possible mental pain it can cause. My mother is amazing and raised two great children without my douchebag father. My fear of abandonment… I don’t know, I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s the fact I could end up just like my father did. I know Eddie would never do that. EVER. I’m terrified of passing on the trauma to our children.

I shake it off. “Rox, are you okay?” He sets his apparent empty plate aside and holds my face. It appears I’ve been spacing out in my own trauma, evident in his worry. I snap out of it completely. “Yeah, I’m fine.. I’m just so excited for the future. Our future.” Eddie laughs nervously. “Yeah, me too. I’m so excited to get the fuck out of here.” “Me too babe. Me too.” I notice his empty plate and pick it up for him and giving him a kiss. His lips taste like a mixture of syrup and coffee. “I love you baby.” He smirks. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

My mind keeps racing and I keep getting flashes of my father leaving. My head starts to hurt from it. I grab the Tylenol and take it as someone knocks on the door. Dammit. Eddie’s smile quickly fades into a terrified expression. He holds me tightly. “Roxie…” “It’s okay baby. It’s just Robin, Dustin, Steve and our friend Max. They’ll understand.” I turn around and look up at him as he looks at me unsure. “How do you know?” “Trust me, Ed’s.” I give him a pleading look holding his hand. “They will understand.” I look at the door nervously. “It’s okay, come in!”

When the door opens, first it was Dustin. Then Robin, then Steve. Then, finally Max. The moment Steve and Eddie make eye contact, within a split second, Eddie has Steve pinned against the wall with a knife. “EDDIE PUT THE KNIFE DOWN! STEVE IS COOL! HE’S ON YOUR SIDE!” Dustin says as Robin and I try to approach the two. “DUSTIN!” I scream. “Eddie, I swear, they will help. Please believe me. Dustin help!” I yell at my brother keeping my eyes on my damaged boy and Steve. “Yeah, a little help here.” Steve can barely talk. “DUSTIN SWEAR ON OUR FUCKING MOTHER!”

Dustin panics. “Eddie, I swear on our mother.” Robin and Max agree. “Yeah, on their mother.” “Yeah.” Eddie eases up on Steve and lets go of him. Robin rushes to help Steve while Dustin and I comfort Eddie sitting him down on the bed. Poor Max, she’s terrified. “We’re here to help.” Robin says, checking out Steve’s neck. “And that’s Max. The one who never wants to play DND.” Dustin says as Max waves.

Eddie eventually calms down and Robin hands him a glass of water. “It’s okay Eddie, we’re on your side. Trust me.” Dustin says as fear still ravages in Eddie’s eyes. “We’d know more as well. We just want to talk.” Dustin continues while my mind stays racing. There’s a tinge of feeling like Eddie doesn’t trust me. Granted, he just went through a traumatic event. I completely understand, but part of me also thinks why in the fuck he doesn’t trust his own girlfriend. I put my feelings on the back burner and focus on Eddie. He looks at me for reassurance and I hold onto his hands. He still doesn’t believe them, or me. “Eddie, if anyone knows a thing or two about weird shit, it’s them… and me… I know because I’ve seen a bit.” Eddie gets worried with a hint of distrust.

“Wait, it got you too - Rox, how could you not tell me?” Tears almost form in my eyes and Dustin’s brotherly tuition radiates. “Eddie… just tell…. Just tell them what happened.” Robin, Steve and Max circle the bed slowly as Eddie looks around. Robin rubs my shoulder while we sit and listen. Eddie sniffles as he looks around and then at me. “Please.” I mouth while the tears start to form. Eddie starts to calm down and begins.

“We were at the trailer for a deal. She’s been having a rough patch and needed an escape. I don’t know what happened. I walked away to get the drugs, then when I came back, she was so still. Just standing there. The lights would start flickering erratically. Then, her body just, like, lifted up into the air… and she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones, uh, started to snap. Her eyes, man, her eyes…. There was something inside her pulling…. I- I didn’t know what to do… I just ran away. To someone who I needed most.” He looks at me with sad doe eyes and tightens his hands around mine.

We look around and Eddie gets even more paranoid. “You all think I’m crazy.” “No, we don’t.” Dustin speaks calmly as Eddie freaks out. “Don’t bullshit me man!” “We’re not bullshitting you.” Max says as Robin begins to speak. “We believe you.” Eddie gives me pleading eyes. “Tell him.” I turn my head to Dustin, mouthing “please.” Dustin nods. “What I’m about to tell you might be a little… difficult to take.” “Henderson, get to the point.” Steve growls.

“Okay…” Eddie nervously says, not letting my hand go. “You know how people say Hawkins is cursed?” Dustin begins. “They’re not way off. You see, there’s another dimension called ‘The Upside Down’. We first encountered it when Will Byers, I’m sure you heard of him, disappeared three years ago. He came back after a few days. Then a year later, a force infected him and we had to get it out of him. We call it the ‘The Mind Flayer.’ We defeated it with a girl named Eleven, she was tested at Hawkins Lab. We met her the year prior and she has powers. Ways to see into the Upside Down. Then last summer we had the Starcourt Mall. Russians were trying to take over Hawkins and the Upside Down kind of bleeds into it. That’s how Chief Hopper died, and Billy Hargrove. They sacrificed themselves so that we could live.”

Dustin stops for a moment. “Wait, El has powers?” Eddie asks. “Yeah, powers we don’t have because she moved to California with the Byers.” Eddie looks at me puzzled. “How do you know about this?” I take a deep breath, lightly smiling at the memory. “Dart. He was this little creature from the Upside Down who I met while taking a shower. That’s how I know about the Upside Down. This was around the time Will got infected almost two years ago. Dustin found him and thought it would be cool to keep him. Then he turned into a demodog and killed people in the Lab including Bob Newby.” I gesture to the bat. “That bat was from our battle with the Demogorgon. I gave it to Rox for protection.” Steve looks at Max, who’s being comforted by Robin.

“As for Billy and Heather, The Mind Flayer wanted to build an army. It ended up killing them.” Eddie seems to calm down, having less tension. “Wow, that’s a lot.” Eddie takes everything in. “See Eddie, it’s not your fault. We are going to clear your name, one way or another. Hawkins will know you're innocent.” I reassure him by kissing his cheek. “That’s why we needed to find you.” Dustin says. “Because if they’re back again, we need to know.” Max says. “It just seemed like she was under a trance, a spell.” “A curse.” Dustin answers. “Vecna’s curse.” Steve looks over at Dustin.

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve asks as Dustin, Eddie and I look at each other worried. “An undead creature of great power.” Dustin answers Steve. Eddie looks at me with even more worry. “A spell caster.” “A dark wizard.” Dustin says. “Great, so how do we beat him?” Steve asks. “Well, we’d have Eleven and her powers, but she’s in California, so there’s that.” I say as Robin perks up at me. “Rox, they mentioned Barb on the news.” My heart suddenly stops. Barb, Nancy and I were best friends before Steve and Nancy’s relationship and Barb’s murder. Like Nancy, Barb’s death affected both Robin and I. It was when Robin and I were becoming closer as best friends and Nancy and I became distant. Robin was also Barb’s childhood best friend, like Nancy was mine.

“We need to go back to the trailer.” I sternly say. “No, I can’t go back there. I won’t let you get hurt.” Eddie says holding my arm tightly as I stand up. “Eds, we have to figure out what happened.” “Roxie, no.” Tears form in my eyes again with my thoughts racing again. This time with Barb, Eddie, and abandonment. The fear of the unknown. Robin comes up to me. “Hey, the four of us will go. You two stay here. We will figure it out and will update you with the walkies, okay?” Robin reassures me hugging me. I look at Eddie, who nods. “Okay, you guys be careful and meet back here.”

The group agrees and leaves. I turn back to Eddie. “Eds, you know I’m just trying to help right?” I say trying so hard not to cry. I go to clean the kitchen to distract myself. “Right, I just don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want to lose you babe.” He says following me into the kitchen and holds me from behind me. “I can’t lose you.” He says kissing my cheek as I wipe the single tear running down my cheek. “I can’t lose you either Eds… I just… I don’t know.” “It’s Barb isn’t it.” “That and my mind will not stop racing. I have this damn headache that I took a pill for. My issues. I lost one person I cared about deeply about. I can’t lose you. Or Dustin, or Robin. Everyone.” He turns me around and hugs me. “You’re not going to lose anyone. We will beat the son of a bitch together.” I close my eyes, having flashes of my father leaving and Barb. “I promise.”

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #stranger things #maya hawke #eddie x oc #eddie stranger things #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie fic #dustin henderson #max mayfield

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Chapter 3: The Weirdo on Maple Street: Part 1

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Mike, Lucas and Dustin were all standing in Mike’s basement. Sitting before them, was a young girl with a shaved head. She was out of breath and seemed to be frightened. Mike looked at her. 

“Is there a number we can call? For your parents?” Mike asked. Dustin looked at her in shock. 

“Where’s your hair? Do you have cancer?” Dustin asked. 

“Did you run away?” Lucas asked. They were firing so many questions, it seemed hard for the girl to understand. 

“Are you in some kind of trouble?” Mike asked, trying to be as kind as possible. Lucas looked closer at the girl’s shirt. 

“Is that blood?” Lucas asked. He reached for El, but Mike slapped his hand away, making the girl flinch. 

“Stop it! You’re freaking her out!” Mike shouted.

“She’s freaking me out!” Lucas countered. 

“I bet she’s deaf.” Dustin said. He clapped his hands in front of the girl, who flinched at hearing the noise. Dustin looked at his friends. “Not deaf.” He said. Mike sighed and waved his arms. 

“All right, that’s enough, all right? She’s just scared and cold.” Mike said. Mike walked over to the laundry room, leaving Lucas and Dustin to stare at her. The girl jumped at the sound of the thunder from outside. A few moments later, Mike walked back out with clean clothes for her. Blue joggers and a sweatshirt. “Here, these are clean. Okay?” Mike said, handing the clothes to the girl. She cautiously accepted the clothing. She removed her jacket, stood, then began to take off the only other thing she is wearing, the yellow shirt. 

“ Oh, my God. Oh, my God!” Dustin shouted, turning around and covering his eyes. 

“ No, no, no, no!” Lucas shouted, doing the same as his friend. Lucas and Dustin were horrified, covering their eyes and looking away as if they’ve witnessed something gross. Mike quickly stopped the girl before she could fully take the shirt off. He was slightly flustered over what happened, but managed to keep his composure. 

“See over there?” Mike pointed to the bathroom in the basement. “That’s the bathroom. Privacy. Get it?” Mike asked. The girl looked over at the bathroom, clothes in her hands. Mike followed after. She walked in, looking around at the strange looking room. Mike began to close the door, but the girl stopped him. Mike looked at her slightly surprised. “You don’t want it closed?” He asked. The girl shook her head. 

“No.” She said. Mike looked slightly shocked, seeing that was the first word she had said. 

“Oh, so you can speak. Okay, well ... um, how about we just keep the door,” he closed the door until there was a four inch gap. “Just like this. “Is that better?” Mike asked. The girl nodded, smiling slightly. 

“Yes.” She said. Mike smiled slightly and walked away. 

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[Y/N] was in her room, staring at her hands. She sighed, replaying the scene from the night before. 

“Why are you friends with the nerds anyway? Don’t you have a freak to hang out with?” Nancy asked. Karen looked at Nancy angrily.

“Nancy, take that back.” Karen said. [Y/N] gripped her fork so hard her knuckles turned white. She held her glass of juice in the other. The glass suddenly broke, making everyone at the table gasp.

[Y/N] sighed. “I have to know.” She whispered. She stared at a teddy bear on her bed that Eddie had gotten her at the fair a couple years back. She concentrated. Suddenly, the bear started to float in the air on its own. [Y/N] gasped and lost her concentration, making the bear fall back onto the bed. She sighed and brushed her finger under her nose. Dread filled her stomach when she saw blood. Tears came to her eyes.��“No, please no.” She whispered, whimpering. They had told her that her powers were gone. That’s why they put her up for adoption, she was a failed experiment. [Y/N] sighed. She walked out of her room to get a glass of water, when she heard shouting coming from the basement. She rushed over. “Mike?” She called. She was walking over to the basement when Mike was at the bottom of the stairs. She walked down and looked around. “Mike? Is everything okay? I heard shouting.” She said. Mike nodded. 

“Uh, yeah. Everything’s fine. I was just shocked by the lightening and thunder. I promise I’m okay though.” He said. [Y/N] looked at Mike. She knew he was lying. He always looked anywhere but her. She decided not to push it either way. 

“Alright. But, you know, that if something happened, you know you can come to me, right?” She asked. Mike smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah, yeah I know.” He said. [Y/N] smiled and ruffled his hair, heading up the stairs of the basement. 

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After [Y/N] left, Dustin and Lucas came out of hiding. They knew [Y/N] wouldn’t have a problem with Mike’s friends being there, but the three friends didn’t want to risk anything, especially with the girl. Dustin looked at Mike and Lucas. 

“This is mental.” Dustin said, clasping his hands to his head. Mike looked at his friends and shrugged. 

“At least she can talk.” He said. Lucas looked at him skeptically. 

“She said No and Yes. Your three year-old sister says more.” Lucas said, making a point. Dustin was still shocked that the girl had tried to take off her shirt in front of them. 

“She tried to get naked.” Dustin said. Lucas sighed and shook his head. 

“There’s something seriously wrong with her. Like, wrong in the head.” Lucas said. 

“She just went like --” Dustin pantomimed taking his shirt off, knocking his hat off of his head in the process. Lucas looked at his friends. 

“I bet she escaped from Pennhurst.” He said. Mike looked at his friend in confusion. 

“From where?” Mike asked. Lucas looked at him. 

“The nuthouse in Kerley County.” Lucas said. Dustin looked at Lucas. 

“You got a lot of family there?” He asked, teasing. Lucas glared at his friend. 

“Bite me.” He retorted. He then looked at Mike. “Seriously though, think about it. That would explain her shaved hair and why she’s so crazy.” Lucas said. 

“Why she went like --” He pantomimed taking his shirt off again. Lucas shook his head at his friend. 

“She’s an escapee is the point. She’s probably a psycho.” Lucas said. Dustin’s eyes widened as he looked at his friends.

“Like Michael Myers.” He said. Lucas nodded. 

“Exactly!” He said, thanking his friend for further proving his point. Mike rolled his eyes at how ridiculous his friends were being. Lucas shook his head. “We should’ve never brought her here.” He said. Mike looked at Lucas and frowned.

“So you just wanted to leave her out in that storm?” Mike asked. To him, it sounded like the worst thing in the world to do to a lost, scared and cold girl. Lucas looked at Mike. 

“Yes!” He shouted. Mike looked at him. 

“Dude, shut up. [Y/N] might hear you.” Mike said. Lucas sighed. 

“Mike, we went out to find Will, not another problem.” Lucas said. Dustin looked at the two. 

“I think we should tell your mom.” Dustin said. Lucas nodded. 

“I second that.” He said. Mike raised his eyebrows at Lucas. 

“Who’s crazy now?” Mike asked. Lucas gave Mike a confused look. 

“How is that crazy? “ He asked. Mike looked from Dustin to Lucas. 

“‘Cause, we weren’t supposed to be out tonight, remember?” Mike said. Lucas shrugged. 

“So.” He said. Mike looked at Lucas. 

“So, if I tell my mom, and she tells your mom,” he looked to Dustin. “And your mom.” Mike said, letting what he had just said sink in. Dustin’s eyes widened. 

“Oh man!” Dustin said. 

“Our houses become Alcatraz.” Lucas said dramatically. Mike nodded.

“Exactly. We’ll never find Will.” Mike said. “All right, so here’s the plan,” Mike said, looking at his friends. “She sleeps here tonight.” Mike said. Dustin looked at Mike like he was crazy. 

“You’re letting a girl...” 

“Just listen!” Mike said, cutting Dustin off. “In the morning, she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. My mom, or [Y/N], will answer and know exactly what to do. They’ll send her back to Pennhurst, or wherever she comes from, we’ll be totally in the clear. And tomorrow night, we go back out. And this time, we find Will.” He said. Dustin and Lucas seemed hesitant, but in the end, they went along with the plan. 

The boys set up a make-shift fort for for the girl under the table. Sheets covered it, acting as a door and walls for the fort. Mike gave the girl some blankets and pillows.  Dustin and Lucas were standing on the stairs, halfway up, looking at Mike and the girl. 

“You really think she’s psycho?” Dustin asked Lucas quietly. Lucas shook his head and sighed. 

“Wouldn’t want her in my house.” Lucas said. He then walked up the stairs. Dustin took a final look at Mike making the girl comfortable. He shook his head.

“Mental.” Dustin said before following Lucas up the stairs. 

“Hey, um, I never asked your name.” Mike said, looking at the girl. She paused for a moment, before lifting her sleeve. Tattooed on her inside left forearm, inches above her wrist, was a number: 011. Mike looked at the tattoo in aw. “Is that real?” He asked. He reached out to touch it, but the girl pulled away, startled. Mike jumped a bit but smiled slightly. “Sorry, I’ve just never seen a kid with a tattoo before. What’s it mean? Eleven?” Mike asked. Without speaking, the girl tapped her chest twice. Mike looked at her and his eyes widened in realization. “That’s your name?” He asked. Eleven nodded. Mike smiled slightly. “Eleven. Okay. Um, well, my name’s Mike. Short for Michael,” Mike said. He looked down at the ground and then back up at Eleven. “Maybe we can call you El. Short for Eleven.” He said. Eleven smiled slightly, seeming to like the idea. Mike smiled as well. 

“Um, well, okay. Night, El.” Mike said. He stood up and headed towards the stairs. 

“Night, Mike.” Eleven said. Mike gave a shy smile, before covering the fort’s entrance with the sheet. 

Mike walked to the bottom of the stairs. He paused for a moment, looking back at the fort. Then, he turned off the light, and walked upstairs.  El rested her head on her pillow. Her lower lip trembled as thunder crashed and lightening flashed outside. She closed her eyes, letting a few tears slip. She thought about a friend she had when she was there. A friend that had protected her and looked out for her. A friend that had the number 013 tattooed on the inside of her right wrist. [Y/N] who was sleeping, had that exact number tattooed on the inside of her wrist. 013.  

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The next morning, Nancy, [Y/N], Mike, Holly, Karen and Ted were sitting around the table eating breakfast. They were having a breakfast of frozen, Eggo waffles, eggs and bacon. Three Eggos popped up from the toaster. Mike walked over and put one in his jacket pocket, saving it for the secret girl in the basement. He placed the other two on his plate.  Mike was rushing, barely taking the time to chew his food. Nancy looked on in disgust. [Y/N] looked at her younger brother and smiled slightly, amused and curious as to what was making her younger brother eat so fast. 

“Slow down, Mike. That’s disgusting.” Nancy said in disgust. Mike looked at Nancy.

“You do a lot of studying last night?” Mike asked sarcastically. [Y/N] looked at Nancy from over her eyelashes, knowing exactly what Mike was talking about. Nancy seemed to hesitate before answering. 

“Yeah, actually, I did.” Nancy said. Mike didn’t let up. 

“What was your test on, again? Human anatomy?” Mike asked. Nancy looked at him with wide eyes and kicked his chair. Mike kicked back in retaliation. Karen looked at her two children. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Karen asked. Nancy and Mike looked at their mom in unison. 

“Nothing.” They said at the same time. 

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El, who was now awake, was still sitting in the fort, is fiddling with the switches on a radio walkie talkie. El looked up when she heard someone approaching. The sheet open to reveal Mike. Mike sat down opposite of El. He smiled. “Hey, you found my super-com,” El looked down at the walkie talkie. “Pretty cool, huh? I talk to my friends with it. Mostly Lucas ‘cause he lives so close. Signal’s pretty weak.” He said. He reached  into his pocket and pulled out the waffle. He handed it to El. “Got you breakfast.” Mike said. El took the waffle from him and took a bite. Mike watched her for a little bit before speaking again. “So, listen, this is gonna sound a little weird, I just need you to go out there,” Mike said, pointing to the window. “Then go to the front door and ring the doorbell. My mom or one of my sisters will answer and you’ll tell her that you’re lost and that you need help.” Mike explained. El continued to eat, not really paying attention. “But whatever you do, you can’t tell her about last night or that you know me. Understand?” Mike asked. El didn’t respond. Mike shrugged. “Really, it’s no big deal. We’ll just pretend to meet each other again. And my mom, she’ll know who to call.” Mike said. This got El’s attention, she stopped chewing and looked at him. 

“No.” Was all she said. Mike blinked in confusion. He wasn’t expecting that. 

“N-No?” Mike asked, trying to understand.

“No.” El responded. She went back to eating her waffle. Mike frowned slightly, still trying to understand. 

“No, you don’t want my mom to get help?” He asked. She looked at him and shook her head slightly. Mike’s eyes widened slightly, starting to get a grasp of the situation. 

“You’re in trouble, aren’t you?” He asked. El looked away for a moment, her eyes filling with tears. “Who, who are you in trouble with?” Mike asked. El looked back at him.

“Bad.” She said softly. Mike frowned.

“Bad? Bad people?” He asked. El looked directly into Mike’s eyes and nodded before looking away again. “They want to hurt you? The bad people?” Mike asked. El looked at him again and pantomimed a gun to her head. Then she pointed the gun at Mike. 

“Understand?” She asked. Mike stared in shock. He then sighed and looked down before looking back at El again. 

“Well, is there anyone who could help you?” He asked. El sighed and looked down at her hands. Tears filled her eyes again as she remembered her friend. 

“Thirteen.” She whispered. Mike frowned in confusion. 

“Thirteen? Is that someone else like you?” He asked. El nodded. Mike smiled. “Well, if there’s someone else like you, can we find them? Get into contact with them?” He asked. El sighed and shook her head. 

“No. Gone.” She said. Mike’s smile fell. 

“You mean, they’re gone?” He asked. El nodded. Before he could ask anymore questions, his mom called to him from upstairs. 

“Michael, where are you? We’re going to be late. Let’s go!” Karen shouted. Mike sighed and looked at El. 

“All right, I’ll be back. Just stay here, okay? Stay here.” Mike said. He stood up and pulled the sheet back down, covering the entrance to the fort, and rushed up stairs before he could either get into trouble, or El was discovered. 

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[Y/N] sighed for the fifth time that day. She was sitting in the cafeteria next to Eddie at one of the tables. Eddie glanced at her. 

“Hey,” Eddie said. [Y/N] snapped out of her trance and looked at him. “You okay? You’ve been staring off into space for like the past thirty minutes. Plus, you’ve sighed like, five times now.” He said. [Y/N] sighed and shook her head. “Six now.” Eddie commented. [Y/N] glared playfully at him. Eddie chuckled. “But really, what’s going on, Princess?” His eyes then widened. “Are you thinking about a boy? Is there a boy I should be concerned about?” Eddie asked. [Y/N] rolled her eyes and chuckled. 

“Eds, you’re my best friend, not my dad.” She said. Eddie chuckled. 

“Well, dad or no, I will still be just as protective over my best friend.” He said. [Y/N] rolled her eyes and smiled. Her smile then fell. 

“I’ve actually be thinking about Mike.” She said. Eddie frowned at hearing her younger brother’s name. 

“What about him?” He asked. [Y/N] shrugged and leaned back a little bit. 

“He’s been, acting weird lately.” She said. Eddie rose an eyebrow in confusion. 

“Weird how?” He asked. [Y/N] shrugged and sighed again, giving a tight lip smile. 

“That’s just it. I don’t know. I was going downstairs into the kitchen last night to get some water, but then, I heard shouting coming from the basement. And it wasn’t just Mike’s voice. I thought I heard Dustin and Lucas as well,” she said. “But when I got down there, there was only Mike. And then, this morning, he got himself some waffles, but put one in his pocket, and then, after breakfast, he went downstairs into the basement.” She said. Eddie moved his eyes around, trying to think of something. 

“Maybe he just wanted to eat breakfast by himself.” Eddie suggested. [Y/N] shook her head, looking at her best friend. 

“He never eat breakfast alone. We always eat breakfast together as a family.” She said. Eddie looked at his best friend and frowned. He saw the worry on her face. “I hope he knows that he doesn’t have to hide anything from me.” She said. Eddie sighed and placed his hand on her shoulder in comfort, making [Y/N] look at him. 

“I’m sure he knows that, sweetheart. Boys, especially at Mike’s age, are very secretive. There’s probably a project that he’s working on that he doesn’t want to show your or your family yet.” He said. [Y/N] sighed and nodded, giving a tight lipped smile. 

“Yeah, I guess you might be right.” She said. She and Steve went back to eating their lunches. [Y/N] suddenly had this nagging feeling that something bad was going to happen soon.  

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“When alpha particles go through gold foil, they become?”  

“Unoccupied space.” 

Nancy’s best friend Barbra was helping her study for the test that Nancy had. Barbra turned to the next card. 

“A molecule than can,” Steve walked by and took the card out of Barbra’s hand. Nancy looked at him. 

“Hey!” Nancy said. Steve held the card in his hands, looking over it. Next to Steve stood his friends, Tommy H and his girlfriend, Carol. Tommy and Carol were level ten assholes. Steve shrugged, looking at the card. 

“I don’t know, I think you’ve studied enough, Nance.” Steve said. Nancy sighed and looked at him. 

“Steve.” 

“I’m telling you,” Steve said, cutting her off. He looked at her. “You know, you got this. Don’t worry. Now, on to more important matters.” He put the cue-card in his back pocket. He looked at Nancy again. “My dad has left town on a conference and my mom’s gone with him, ‘cause, you know, she doesn’t trust him.” Steve said. Tommy nodded, smiling sarcastically. 

“Good call.” Tommy said. 

“So,” Steve clapped his hands and shook his head. “Are you in?” Steve asked. Nancy looked at him, genuinely confused. 

“In for what?” Nancy asked. Carol shook her head as if the answer were obvious. 

“No parents? Big house?” Carol said. Nancy looked slightly shocked. 

“A party?” She asked. 

“Ding, ding, ding, ding!” Carol said sarcastically. Nancy looked appalled. 

“It’s Tuesday.” Nancy said. Tommy rolled his eyes. 

“It’s Tuesday! Oh my God,” Tommy mocked. Steve chuckled. 

“Come on. It’ll be low key. It’ll be just us. What about you? Are you in or are you out?” Steve asked. Nancy moved her eyes around, considering whether she should go or not. 

“Oh, God. Look.” Carol said, breaking Nancy’s train of thought. She, Tommy, Steve, Nancy and Barb all turned to see what Carol was pointing out. Steve sighed and cringed. 

“Oh, God. That’s depressing.” He said. Jonathan was pinning posters to the bulletin boards in the hallway. They were missing persons posters for Will. Nancy looked over, feeling sympathy for Johnathan. 

“Should we say something?” She asked. Carol scoffed. 

“I don’t think he speaks.” He said. Tommy grimaced. 

“How much you wanna bet he killed him?” Tommy said. Steve shook his head at Tommy. 

“Shut up.” He said. 

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Jonathan uses available push pins to finish attaching the poster to the board. [Y/N] approached and smiled sadly at Johnathan. 

“Hey.” She said. Johnathan looked at her, slightly surprised. 

“Oh, hey.” He said. [Y/N] sighed. 

“I just wanted to say that, I’m sorry, about Will.” She said. Johnathan smiled shyly, not used to talking to [Y/N], since she hung out with Eddie all the time. [Y/N] smiled slightly. “If there’s anything I can do for you, or your mom, just let me know.” She said, placing a comforting hand on Johnathan’s shoulder. Johnathan smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah. Thanks.” He said. The bell rang through out the hall. Without speaking another word to [Y/N], Johnathan left. [Y/N] sighed. She looked over across the hall and saw Nancy, Barb, Steve, Tommy and Carol. [Y/N] locked eyes with Steve’s for a moment, before leaving. 

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//Here’s chapter 3. I hope you all like it.//

#Stranger things #Steve Harrington x reader #Eddie Munson x reader

[crowley-in-arkham]

An unsettling nightmare last night, I guess going down to the crit ward was a bit much for me. The psychiatrist left my order of schizophrenia medication in there, so I had to pick it up since Tetch and Crane were nearly out.

Crane is awful about taking his pills, he's the "I ain't hearin' shit, I'm fine" denial sort. Rather annoying, if I'm being frank.

Anyway, apparently one of the inmates got into a skirmish with one of the other inmates-- shot point blank with a repurposed staple gun filled with rudimentary buckshot.

Ripped right through the tissue on his face.

I guess it must've stuck with me, I'm not usually squeamish, but it was the thought of feeling the crusted blood on the exposed muscle-- and screaming like he was despite it.

Sounded like the wails of the damned as four orderlies had to hold him in his restraints while the nurses plucked gravel out of his open wounds.

One of the nurses came up to check in on me after the fact, she said I looked horrified. Of course, I asked what the screaming was about, why they didn't numb him up-- I guess he didn't want to take the anesthetic, freaked out whenever they had the needles in their hands.

Trypanophobia.

One of Crane's favorites.

My nightmare was simple and vivid: being shot in the face at point blank with a gun full of buckshot.

I think it's just the loss of-- well, recognizable self. Not a killing shot, just the destruction of the surface.

It's funny I'm so afraid of something like that, seeing as Mr. Dent just came into my care; I grew up with a man who had shrapnel wounds across his face, and now a series of visible skin graphs. Maybe it's because Dent and my Father both still, rather resemble their old selves-- in some way.

It's not the aftermath that scares me- it's the looking in the mirror and thinking "my childhood self would not recognize me."

I guess that scares me. Rather Jon didn't find that out, but, we all know Scarecrow will pry it out of all of us one way or another.

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