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whorekneecentral · 5 months

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Shivers

Jordan Henderson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: based when he was still at liverpool because I've yet to come to terms with his departure, massive snow storms, reader is so over jordan but jordan is trying to love on his lady, some cheeky comments, playful teasing, showering together, specific warnings to behave are being ignored, shower sex, penetrative sex (p in v) fingering, finger sucking, oral (m!receiving), manhandling for a second there, lots of I love yous lmao

Word Count: 1,471

Author's Note: I'm still mad at jordan but he's my bookie so that's why I didn't take him out of the series loool

merry smutmas series

Jordan comes in after shovelling the driveway and keeps trying to love on you. You tell him that you can feel how cold he is but he makes sure to show you what cold really feels like.

A massive snow storm has come down on Liverpool all of a sudden.

It's something in which the two of you had never seen in all your years of living there. Usually, you get a few feet of snow here and there throughout the entire season but for some reason, you've acquired 4 feet of snow overnight; global warming is what you told your husband when you got up this morning.

The children had ended up spending the night with Jordan's dad. The night before your father in law took them out to see a movie and have dinner with his grand-babies which turned into a sleepover.

Jordan was meant to go pick up the children but given that it snowed, all the roads were blocked and the two of you were stuck in the house alone, until God knows when.

Most men would take advantage of the alone time with their wife, but not your husband.

You looked over the couch when you heard him coming down the stairs, the man bundled up in his hoodie and thick sweatpants. Jordan sat next to you, putting his socks on. "Where are you going?" You asked your husband with a raised eyebrow.

All the roads were blocked and most of the places weren't open yet or had not opened at all because of the snow.

"I'm going to shovel the driveway." He tells you, walking his way over to the front door to put his coat and boots on.

You got up, following him. "Jordan, you're not serious." You huffed, watching as he put his hat on, looking as dorky as ever. You bit back a laugh, waiting for an answer.

"I am too," he tells you, "someone has to do it."

"Do we even have a shovel ?" You shivered when he opened the door, a gust of wind letting some snow into the foyer. "Yeah, we do. I'll be back in a bit."

Jordan leans towards you, puckering his lips. You roll your eyes, a hand on his jaw when you kiss him softly.

You let Jordan go out into the snow and attempt to shovel the driveway. You check on him in intervals, shouting from the front door to make sure that he's all right and eventually you call out to him, telling him to come in because it's freezing out.

"You'll get frostbite!" You shout from the door, shivering. "Come in, Jord!"

You walk back to the couch, sitting down when Jordan walks in and shut the door. You can hear him shivering and hanging his coat up, as well as taking off his boots before he finds his way over to you.

"Don't even think about it." You warn him, a finger pointed at your husband.

Jordan smiles, dropping himself down on top of you. You squeal, "Jordan! You're freezing! Get off!" You giggled, trying to shove your husband off of you.

"I'm not freezing!" He says back, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"But you are."

"Fine," the man huffs, sitting up on top of you. He smiles, "shall we take a shower then?"

"You can take a shower, I don't need to shower right now." You tell him, reaching for the remote on the coffee table but Jordan tosses it on the other couch.

"It's better with you, baby." He says, picking you up.

"Jordan!" You smack his back when the man puts you over his shoulder - something he's been doing for years, the same something you complained about every time he did it.

The man carries you to the bathroom, there's not much else you can do but go along with it. Jordan puts you down, letting you sit on the counter as he turns on the shower. The water hits the floor and runs down the drain as it goes from cold to hot as a matter of seconds. You can see the steam coming up over the shower curtains as your husband undresses in front of you.

"I'm not getting in there unless you promise to keep your hands to yourself." You tell him.

Jordan moves to stand between your legs, his boxers the only thing that's left to join the pile of his clothes on the floor. "I promise to be on my best behaviour," he whispers, his lips on your neck when he reaches for your top, pulling it off.

"You're already misbehaving," you say, the words coming out a bit breathless. He laughs, helping you off the counter, the two of you stripping off the rest of the way. "Says you."

"Me? I'm a good girl."

He smiles, smacking your ass as you pass by to get into the shower. "That you are."

The two of you stand there for a moment, letting the hot water run over your bodies, all the soreness slipping away. "That's too hot," he mumbled, reaching around from behind you to turn the knob and fix the water temperature.

Jordan turns it a little too much and the water goes from boiling hot to ice cold in a matter of seconds. "Jordan! What the fuck?!" You squealed, pushing him back so you could get away from the cold water.

He laughs, "sorry!" It takes him a second to switch it back, settling somewhere in the middle.

"God," you laughed, smacking his arm. "You're so annoying." You smile, now on your tiptoes to kiss him. Jordan’s hands rest on your ass, pulling you flat against his chest when he kisses you.

The warm water runs over his shoulders, spilling down onto you before he turns you, the two of you standing directly under the water. He takes another step, leading you to rest your back on the cold tile wall.

Jordan's hand shifts to rest on your hip, giving it a squeeze before moving down to pull your leg up a bit to rest on the edge of the tub. Your head rests on the wall when he slips two fingers into you.

Your hand gripping on his shoulder, "oh.. you promised you'd behave." you whisper, head back against the wall. Jordan smiles, fingers curling. "I'm behaving, aren't I?"

“Jord, fuck- oh, that, do that again.” You ramble out in one breath, chest heaving, his fingers curling upwards again.

He loved when you praised him, telling him how good he makes you feel. Jake brings you just to the edge of your orgasm before he stops, moving his fingers to your mouth.

Before you could complain, Jordan had pulled his fingers from you and pushed them past your lips. “Suck,” He tells you, feeling your tongue lap his fingers. Meanwhile, his other hand is wrapped around his cock, rubbing it along your slit, slapping on your clit a few times.

“Baby,” you whimper, eyes pleading with him, “god, fuck me.” You beg, your hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Hold on sweetheart, patience.” Jordan tells you, hooking your leg on his hip instead of resting it on the ledge. "What happened to behaving?" He teased, causing you to groan.

Before you could answer, Jordan pushes into you and his name falls from your lips like a prayer. His lips met yours, a hand resting on your hip to keep you up as he fucked you, your body welcoming him like he belonged there.

There was something about being in the shower together, homely and sweet and domestic.

His other hand rests on your cheek, pulling your focus to him. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“Hm I love you,” your hand resting on his jaw.

He can feel you squeezing his cock, your eyes fluttering closed. Jordan smacks your jaw lightly, “look at me,” he tells you. “If you want to cum, open your eyes.”

You give in, your eyes opening a little and his thrusts are sloppy, you know he’s just as close as you are. A few more thrusts and you’re over the edge, calling his name as you do.

“Where?” He asks, his head on your shoulder and you know it’s not gonna last. You push him off of you, sinking onto your knees. Jordan gets what you were doing, putting his cock in your mouth when you open it.

He groans, watching as your tongue laps over his cock, looking up at him through your eyelashes innocently.

He pulls your hair up and away from your face, “you’re so perfect, I love you.” He mumbles, another string of praise falling from his lips as he cums.

Your husband helps you up, giving you a kiss before you two actually finish your shower like normal people, your husband hugging you from behind as you did your skin care routine.

"What?" You looked at him in the mirror, "I didn't even finish shovelling the driveway," he whispers, making you laugh.

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2-fast-2-curious · 1 year

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I mainly had Jordan Henderson in mind, but honestly I think it'd be an uphill battle finding anything with his accent. I suppose I'll say Tyrone Mings, Kyle Walker (NOT Kyle Walker-Peters - yeah, the England men's team has two players with almost identical names lol) and/or John Stones.

I feel like this is a pretty decent Jordan but what do me and my Canadian accent know?

[M4M] The Roommate Dilemma

[Mutual Masterbation] [Joi] [Countdown] [Cum with me] [Awkwardness] [Voyeur] [British Accent]

Creator Reddit: u/aural_brit

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gloxina111 · 2 years

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Munson's Kid Sister

-> PAIRING┆Fem (ish) Reader x Dustin Henderson

-> CAUTION ┆They/Them Pronouns (but the usage of sister) - Protective Brother Eddie - Fluff

-> INFO ┆ Reader is the stepsister of Eddie Munson.

-> WORD COUNT ┆1k+

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES!

@aphr0d1teh @urmomsgay4me @datckshaddow @kindak0ol @in-a-relationship-with-ficz

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People might have seen your stepbrother as just that but to you, he was more than your stepbrother he was like a father than a brother. Eddie had been there for you since the first time you met, yeah he might have run away from things but to you, he was the knight that protected you from your parent's wrath, he was the man that raised you so when your parents skipped town together you didn’t care you had Eddie, you would always have Eddie.

So on your first day of high school, you weren't as scared as you could have been. Your first day of high school had been others one month mark this was due to complications with switching your information to Hawkins High.

The night before school started, you made sure everything was perfect. Your outfit consisted of jeans, a bullet belt, Air Jordan I’s, a plain white t-shirt and one of Eddie's old battle jackets you had begged him to give you, was all laid out and anything else you could possibly need.

Your first day at Hwakins High was fine other than the weird looks you got, the lack of friend gaining and having to eat your lunch in the bathroom since you couldn't find your brother's lunch table other than that it was okay. Once the last bell rang you ran out the class door and ran to find the room that your brother told you to meet him in because it was where his club met.

“Eddie,” you had burst into the doors fifteen minutes later than you were supposed to. This had caught the attention of not only Eddie but the other members of hell fire, but more in particular a fourteen year old that swear that he had just fallen in love at first sight.

“And here is she, our need club mate,” Eddie had risen from his seat and right after Dustin did. “Dustin is the name,” the teen with chubby checks held out his hand to you. “Y/N,” you smiled shaking his hand before Eddie pulled you into the seat beside him. “Y/N, won't be playing today so they'll be sitting with me,” Eddie ruffled your hair.

Once hell fire ended Dustin had ruched to your side. “So, how do you know Eddie,” Dustin gawked at how cute he thought you were. “Well he's my brother,” you smiled, and Dustin tilted his head slightly. “But you don't look similar other than your clothing choices,” he pointed out the obvious. “Well we are step-siblings,” you respond before a lightbulb clicks. “Wait, Eddie didn't tell you about me coming,” you pouted. “No,” was all you got as a response before you felt two hands that were decorated with rings grip your shoulders before pulling you back. “Stop with that,” Eddie hissed at the younger man. “What,” Dustin asked confused at what he did. “I can see those heart eyes you’ve giving my sister enough with them, she’s off limits.” Eddie huffed before grabbing your stuff and pulling you out of the club room and to where his van sat in the almost empty lot.

From that day on you and Dustin Henderson had been getting closer much to Eddie's dismay. So when you had gotten passed a note from Dustin you didn't expect a thing and opened it to what it read. ~You look really pretty today. I like you in red it brings you your eyes.~ After you read the note you had looked back at Dustin with checks a ting darker than usual. Once you had finished admiring Dustin you wrote a little letter back to what it read. ~Thank you, you don't look that bad either. (meat me at the club room at lunch).~ You read it over a couple of times before passing it back to Dustin and quickly turning around to face the front of the class before he started reading the note.

Ten minutes after lunch started Dustin and you were in the club room. “So what do you Y/N?” Dustin asked with a tint of red on his checks since you were the only ones in the room and nearby. “Well, you see,” you started fiddling with your fingers and picking at them to what Dustin had noticed you only do when you're nervous due to the amount of time you’ve been spending together. Dustin had grabbed your hand and intertwined the two before he started speaking. “There's no need to be nervous, you can tell me anything,” he looked down at you. “I like you and not just as a friend. I like, like you,” you looked up at him. Dustin almost evidently respond with a “me too,” before pulling you into a hug that crushed you.

The two of you had stayed like this until your stomach growled reminding you two that it was in fact lunch and that you should probably get some before your break was over and you had to wait the rest of the day to eat.

It had been a month since then and you and Dustin had been trying to keep your relationship a secret from Eddie as the best you could considering the three of you went to the same school, club and you both lived together. And up until now, Eddie had no clue that his DM in training had been together with his sister.

Today had been a rough day for you, first on your way to the school's front doors you tripped and landed in a poodle causing you to be late to class, then at lunch remembered you had forgotten to pack lunch and didn't bring any money so you and Eddie shared his lunch that wasn't a lot and on top of that your last period of the day you had a pop quiz much to you hatred. So to say your day had been terrible was an understatement.

Once you finished the quiz and were able you were running to find Dustin and dragged him back to the trailer that you lived in since Eddie was supposed to be back late to what now you knew wasn't that much later.

Eddie had happened you walk in on you and Dustin cuddle season on the couch. “What in the fuck nucleus is this,” Eddie asked startling the two love birds off the couch and away from each other. “We can explain,” you and Dustin said at the same time. “It’s bot what it seems like,” Dustin continues in total utter fear. “Well it looks like you were just suffocating each other,” Eddie snapped his head to you as if saying explain. “Well, we're dating,” you shackling smiled up at your brother well bagging to any and every god known to make to tell him not to overreact. “And how long has this been going on for?” Eddie look between the two of you. “A month,” Dustin piped up. “Well, at least it's not a bum you dating and instead Dusty,” Eddie ruffled Dustin's and your hair before leading in and whispering into Dustin's ear. “If you ever hurt her in any way you better be praying to every god that I don't find out,” Eddie smiled pulling away and patting Dustin on the shoulder before going into his room.

“That went relatively better than I planned,” you looked over at your boyfriend. “Yeah,” he said before moving over to you and wrapping his arms around you. “I thought he was gonna rip your head off,” you giggled leaning into Dustin's embrace. It had taken a little more than a minute before the two were back you cuddling and that's how you said until Dustin had to go home (Eddie drove him home and had an even longer conversation about the two of you).

#eddie munson st4 #fanfiction #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #dustin x reader #dustin stranger things #dustin henderson x you #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x reader #fluff #x reader #x y/n #stranger things

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compneuropapers · 1 year

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Interesting Papers for Week 45, 2022

Implicit mechanisms of intention. Aflalo, T., Zhang, C., Revechkis, B., Rosario, E., Pouratian, N., & Andersen, R. A. (2022). Current Biology, 32(9), 2051-2060.e6.

Anatomical distribution and functional roles of electrical synapses in Drosophila. Ammer, G., Vieira, R. M., Fendl, S., & Borst, A. (2022). Current Biology, 32(9), 2022-2036.e4.

Neuronal activity drives pathway-specific depolarization of peripheral astrocyte processes. Armbruster, M., Naskar, S., Garcia, J. P., Sommer, M., Kim, E., Adam, Y., … Dulla, C. G. (2022). Nature Neuroscience, 25(5), 607–616.

Learning cortical representations through perturbed and adversarial dreaming. Deperrois, N., Petrovici, M. A., Senn, W., & Jordan, J. (2022). eLife, 11, e76384.

Reduced Primacy Bias in Autism during Early Sensory Processing. Goris, J., Braem, S., Van Herck, S., Simoens, J., Deschrijver, E., Wiersema, J. R., … Todd, J. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(19), 3989–3999.

Flexible utilization of spatial- and motor-based codes for the storage of visuo-spatial information. Henderson, M. M., Rademaker, R. L., & Serences, J. T. (2022). eLife, 11, e75688.

Hypothalamic modulation of adult hippocampal neurogenesis in mice confers activity-dependent regulation of memory and anxiety-like behavior. Li, Y.-D., Luo, Y.-J., Chen, Z.-K., Quintanilla, L., Cherasse, Y., Zhang, L., … Song, J. (2022). Nature Neuroscience, 25(5), 630–645.

Neural signals regulating motor synchronization in the primate deep cerebellar nuclei. Okada, K., Takeya, R., & Tanaka, M. (2022). Nature Communications, 13, 2504.

Multisensory correlation computations in the human brain identified by a time-resolved encoding model. Pesnot Lerousseau, J., Parise, C. V., Ernst, M. O., & van Wassenhove, V. (2022). Nature Communications, 13, 2489.

Hippocampal place codes are gated by behavioral engagement. Pettit, N. L., Yuan, X. C., & Harvey, C. D. (2022). Nature Neuroscience, 25(5), 561–566.

Spatial Learning Drives Rapid Goal Representation in Hippocampal Ripples without Place Field Accumulation or Goal-Oriented Theta Sequences. Pfeiffer, B. E. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(19), 3975–3988.

Saliency determines the integration of contextual information into stimulus–response episodes. Qiu, R., Möller, M., Koch, I., & Mayr, S. (2022). Attention, Perception, & Psychophysics, 84(4), 1264–1285.

The conditional approach to evaluating detection performance. Schwarz, W. (2022). Attention, Perception, & Psychophysics, 84(4), 1393–1402.

Sequential sampling from memory underlies action selection during abstract decision-making. Shushruth, S., Zylberberg, A., & Shadlen, M. N. (2022). Current Biology, 32(9), 1949-1960.e5.

One-shot generalization in humans revealed through a drawing task. Tiedemann, H., Morgenstern, Y., Schmidt, F., & Fleming, R. W. (2022). eLife, 11, e75485.

ON/OFF domains shape receptive field structure in mouse visual cortex. Tring, E., Duan, K. K., & Ringach, D. L. (2022). Nature Communications, 13, 2466.

Pattern differentiation and tuning shift in human sensory cortex underlie long-term threat memory. You, Y., Novak, L. R., Clancy, K. J., & Li, W. (2022). Current Biology, 32(9), 2067-2075.e4.

Contextual cueing in co-active visual search: Joint action allows acquisition of task-irrelevant context. Zang, X., Zinchenko, A., Wu, J., Zhu, X., Fang, F., & Shi, Z. (2022). Attention, Perception, & Psychophysics, 84(4), 1114–1129.

Spatial enhancement due to statistical learning tracks the estimated spatial probability. Zhang, Y., Yang, Y., Wang, B., & Theeuwes, J. (2022). Attention, Perception, & Psychophysics, 84(4), 1077–1086.

Distinct representations of body and head motion are dynamically encoded by Purkinje cell populations in the macaque cerebellum. Zobeiri, O. A., & Cullen, K. E. (2022). eLife, 11, e75018.

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daddyhendo · 2 years

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That’s How I Like It

Jordan Henderson x Reader

Warnings: Oral Smut, swearing and just Jordan being Daddy Dom.

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You sat completely naked on your knees with each palm placed neatly on either thigh. You waited in paitence and silence for Jordans specific orders.

“Come on baby, open that pretty little mouth for daddy.” Hendo commanded dominatly with his sky blue eyes turning dark and dilated.

Following his gaze you dropped yours so that it was level with his huge precum drenched cock. You coated your lips with salvia then proceeded to spit on his shaft causing him to groan.

“Good girl y/n you’re incredibly pretty like this.” he praised patting your head at the same time shoving his thickness down your throat.

Automatically you began sucking on him tonguing every crease, bump, and vein on his tasty treat. Forgetting the rules for a second you squeezed him harshly with one hand. He then pulled out quick enough to leave you pouting playfully.

“You know the rules Princess. No hands. That’s the way I like it.” he protested instantly.

Regaining the original position with your hands on your thighs, you opened wider for him once again. Then he thoughtlessly forced it back in your mouth pushing so far it carelessly hit the back of your throat. You gagged loudly.

“Sorry baby was Daddy too rough?” He cooed stroking your tears away as your mouth was still full of his cock.

Choosing to ignore his sarcastic remark you picked up the pace, thrusting back and forth with your tongue, making sure to fully taste every part of his member. It wasn’t much longer before Hendos cock began jolting in your mouth. The signs were clear that he was close.

Using your pro skills you popped him out and proceed to lick just the tip of his dick which you knew was his absolute favourite and the only thing to put you in his good books.

“Oh baby you know I love that." Jordans breath was unhitched and his heart pounded rapidly.

Growing impatient he gripped your head and forcefully face fucked you. You tried peering up at him but it was a struggle. What you made out to see was Jordans eyes glued shut, his head tilted back and his mouth wide open cursing and moaning your name.

“I’m gonna cum baby fuck!” He barked a second later.

Heaps of hot cum filled your throat but you weren’t aloud to swallow until he said so. Instead you waited patiently until he decided to slip himself out.

“Now you know the rules love. No cum is aloud to drip out that mouth or you get punished.” Jordans words hitting deeper each time drenching your slit.

Slowly but surely he grabbed his member pulling out as carefully as he could, your full attention was on keeping his load in your mouth. Eventually it was out and your eyes locked onto his praying any second he’d say the command word.

“Swallow baby.” he finally said and with that the cum disappeared leaving Jordan extremely happy.

“Such a good girl for me aren’t you Y/N?” he cockily said.

“Yes Daddy.” you smiled sweetly.

#jordan henderson #jordan henderson x reader #jordan henderson imagine #hendo #lfc

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 4 years

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S.T. REWRITE - S2:E5; Chapter Five, Dig Dug - [Pt. 4 - FINAL PART]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

After a run-in with Will, a troubled Y/n teams up with an unlikely ally in her search for answers. “Bob the Brain” tackles a difficult problem.

Warnings: Racism

||3rd Person POV||

"Alright," Bob calls out. "I got 2.5 inches. What'd you got?"

"I'm not sure" Mike calls from Joyce's room. "Mrs. Byers."

"Hold on!" She calls, stretching the measuring tape around the corner.

The group had set out to find the x on the maps. With Bob's help, they were able to pinpoint most of the locations depicted through Will's drawings. Unfortunately, they had yet to find the spot where Hopper was. Bob was at the kitchen table, mapping out coordinates while Mike and Joyce measured the distances between marked areas.

"Twenty-one feet, four inches."

"What about Tippecanoe to Danford Creek?" Bob asked.

Joyce's face scrunched up as she thought of where she last saw it.

"Da-Danford, Danford?"

"Dining room!" Will answered excitedly. Joyce joined him with the measuring tape. She turned to face Bob who was in the other room.

"Sixteen feet, ten inches."

"What about Danford to Jordan?"

Joyce sighed, hurrying across the room to Bob's side.

"That's gotta be enough?"

Bob began sputtering, shaking his head sadly.

"It's not. It's really not."

"Can't you f-figure it out?"

By now, everyone was regrouped around the table. Everyone was watching Bob hopefully. He shrugged.

"Well, it's hard. The ratio isn't exactly one to one. I-I mean, if you're twisting my arm, and you're twisting my arm, I would say the x is" he drew a few lines on the map with his ruler, double-checking his math. "maybe, a half-mile southeast of Danford?" A beaming smile found its way onto Joyce and she exclaimed happily.

"Thank you!"

She leaned down and planted a big kiss on Bob's cheek, bringing a smile of his own to his lips.

Grabbing the map, she took out of the room, Mike, Will and a confused Bob behind her.

"What? Are we really going?"

×××

Dustin pulls his bike into the Wheeler driveway. Hopefully, Mike was home. And hopefully, he'd have a pretty damn good explanation as to why he wasn't answering his coms! He stood at the front door, repeatedly ringing the doorbell and waited impatiently. He could have sworn he heard a muffled voice call out.

"Ted, can you get that please?"

When Mr. Wheeler opened the door, Dustin tried to remain as cool and collected as possible though it was difficult. He looked Mr. Wheeler in the eye and spoke carefully.

"Your line has been busy for over two hours, do you realize that?"

With the same unimpressed look painted across the man's face, as it always was, he nodded simply.

"I do realize."

"Is Mike home?"

"No."

"No?" Dustin repeated, his composure cracking. "Well, where the hell is he?"

Mr. Wheeler's usual plain and tepid voice raised suddenly as he looked behind him into the house.

"Karen, where's our son?"

"Will's!" Came Mrs. Wheeler's voice from inside.

Mr. Wheeler calmly and disinterestedly looked back to Dustin.

"Will's," he said simply.

Dustin sighed heavily.

"No one's picking up there. Nancy, what about Nancy?" He tried.

"Karen, where's Nancy?"

"Ally's!" She answered shortly.

"Ally's," Mr. Wheeler said and he shrugged. "As you can see, our children don't live here anymore. You didn't know that?"

Dustin felt all his hope evaporate as he looked at the dull man.

"Now, are we done here?" He asked pointedly.

Dustin sighed heavily, all efforts to be polite were long gone.

"Son of a bitch, you're really no help at all, you know that?" He said over his shoulder, as he walked away.

Ted called put lazily after the boy, his heart not fully in the fight.

"Hey, language!"

Dustin had returned to his bike, he picked it up hotly, now feeling completely on edge. His ears perked up when he saw a car pull up near the sidewalk. He watched in curiosity until he saw someone unexpected climb out. Steve Harrington. He was lazily carrying a bouquet of roses that hung at his side and he was nervously muttering to himself as he made his way across the lawn.

"Listen, I've been thinking, love you, I'm sorry. 'Sorry', what the hell am I sorry for?" "Steve!"

Steve was equally surprised to see the Henderson kid eagerly making his way towards himself. He stopped as the kid approached him, and he gestured to the flowers in his hands.

"Are those for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?" He asked.

Steve gave the boy an odd look and shook his head.

"No, they're for-"

"Great," Dustin ripped the bouquet from his unsuspecting hands and headed for Steve's car.

"Hey, what the hell? Hey!"

"Nancy isn't home," Dustin answered simply.

"Well, where is she?"

"Doesn't matter. We have bigger problems than your love life. You still have that bat?" Steve watched as Dustin opened the passenger side door and looked to him expectantly.

"Bat? What bat?"

"The one with the nails." He replied, obviously.

"Why?"

"I'll explain it on the way."

Dustin climbed into the passenger seat and only then did Steve snapped into action. Breaking into a jog, he couldn't help but ask.

"Wh-? Now?"

"Now!"

With that, Dustin closed the car door and watched impatiently as the boy made his way to the front seat.

×××

Hopper groans as he swipes yet another handful of dirt behind him. He stops for another break though he knows he shouldn't. If it hadn't been for his watch, he surely would have lost all sense of time. And all his had managed to show for it was a hole in the wall two feet long that barely fit his torso. An overwhelming sense of defeat blankets the man and he feels himself slide down the wall of dirt and onto the floor.

He could feel the tickle in his lungs grow stronger and he coughed weakly. Despite the tightness in his chest, he does what always brings him false feelings of comfort. He pulls out his pack of cigarettes. In his weakened hazy state, Hopper fails to notice the small but thick tendrils of vines snaking their way towards his legs.

Before he can do anything to stop them, he sees the thick ropes curl around his ankle and he jolts at the sudden contact. He scrambles to his feet in a panic, momentarily losing his balance.

"Son of a bitch!"

He bends down and begins to claw frantically at the vines. Stopping himself before he can waste more time, he searches his pockets until his fingers land on the cool metal of his knife. Quickly, he pulls out the tool, unsheathing the blade and he brings it to the vines that are now up to both his knees. Unfortunately, he is too focused on the vines at his feet, he fails to notice the vine that has made its way up to his back and around his neck.

Hopper grunts as his back hit the ground, knocking the air out of him. Hardly any time passes for him to be completely ensnared in the sentient undergrowth and his cries for help are quickly smothered and snuffed out, buried underground with him.

×××

"And that was the last we ever saw her. After that, she was just, gone. I can't believe it's been that long, it feels like yesterday." Lucas finishes.

Max nods, a concentrated frown on her face.

"Yeah, I mean, I bet," she says, lifting Lucas's hopes. "Wow"

Lucas nods, a sense of relief washing over him at how the skeptic was taking it. She had, for the most part, remained silent during his story. She didn't show any effort to hide her confusion but seemed to go along with it.

"It's crazy, I know."

"It's crazy, but," she shrugged. "I really liked it."

It was Lucas's turn to be confused. "You like it?"

"Yeah," she frowned slightly, a tight smile on her face. "Well, I mean, I had a few issues?"

"Issues?"

"I just felt it was a little derivative at some parts."

Lucas was flabbergasted, and his high hopes came crashing down to the ground.

"What are you talking about."

She shrugged simply, tucking her palms in her lap as she looked at him with irritation. "I just wish it had a little more originality, is all."

Lucas could feel anger bubbling up in his chest. He leaned forward, a frown etched into his brows.

"You don't believe me?"

Max chortled and gave the boy a pathetic glance. Her voice began to rise steadily, her own anger taking over her false intrigue.

"Lucas, come on, seriously? How gullible do you think I am?"

"Why would I make this up?" Lucas shot back.

"I don't know! To impress me, or something? Or, you're just like, insane." "I tell you all of this," Lucas declares hotly, rising to his feet. "I mean, top-secret stuff, risking my life, and this is how you react?"

Max scoffed, still not allowing herself the possibility of believing what he had told her to hide the small seedling of fear that had burrowed itself inside her. She did as she had learned to survive. Brush it off. She looked at him with an amused expression painted on her face.

"'Risking your life?'"

The frustration festered inside of Lucas at the girl's unwavering amusement at the traumatic experience.

"Oh, so this is funny to you?"

"Yeah, I mean, kinda funny?"

Lucas only glared at her, and a smug smile finds its way onto her face as she rises to her feet.

"Stupid, but funny."

Shrugging him and the properly burrowed feeling of fear off her shoulders, she waltzed towards the door, her board in hand.

"Where are you going?"

She stopped and gave him a passing look. "Story time's over, isn't it?"

Lucas feels the harsh sting of her words and decides he wants to put in a few of his own. As she strides out of the arcade, he stays on her heels.

"What is wrong with you? I gave you what you wanted."

"I wanted to be a part of the group, not apart of some joke."

Her mask of anger had begun to crack, and shining through was genuine hurt. Lucas did his best to convey his seriousness, though at this point he didn't know how much good it would do.

"It's not a joke," he said again slowly.

"You did a good job, okay?" She said, nodding though Lucas could still detect a hint of sadness. "And you can go tell the others that I believed your lies and get your little experience points, or whatever."

Quickly, she turned on her heels, her red hair whipping over her shoulder and he quickly followed, grabbing her arm gently. She turned to look at him shocked, but he quickly released her and spoke softly once more.

"We have a lot of rules in our party, okay? But the most important thing is, friends don't lie. Never, ever, no matter what."

"Is that right?" She said confidence dripping from her words knowing she had caught him. "Then how do you explain this?"

This time, she gestured for him to follow her. They turned the corner and into the isle of games. She swiftly ripped the piece of paper from the screen that read, OUT OF ORDER, and stuck it on Lucas's chest with remaining bits of tape that resided on the back.

Lucas sighed, ripping the piece of paper off his shoulder and gave her a pleading look. "I had to do that, to protect you."

Max snapped once more, her anger and her own frustrations getting the best of her. "Protect me from who, exactly?" Max's voice began to rise in volume. "The big government baddies at Hawkins Lab." She rested her board against the machine, and she angrily stuffed her hands into her pockets for coins before inserting them into Dig Dug as she yelled at the boy.

As calmly and discreetly as possible, he spoke to her as his eyes darted around the arcade.

"Keep your voice down."

Her demeanor shifted to quickly to that of exaggerated understanding.

"Or maybe to protect me from the Demogorgon from another dimension."

"Max, I'm serious, shut up!"

Ignoring him, and his voice still rising, she turned to him, this time speaking with exaggerated excitement.

"No, no, no. I know, it was Y/n and her other superpowered friend, what was it? Eleven-" Max's eyes widened when Lucas suddenly threw his hands over her mouth. His eyes were pleasing and he whispered under his breath, begging her.

"Stop. Talking." He glanced over her shoulder worriedly. "You are going to get us killed. Do you understand?"

Only then did it click for Max when she saw the desperation, the fear, in Lucas's eyes. It was enough to chill her to the bone. She pulled his arm away from her face and looked at him seriously for the first time since he tricked her. Desperately, she searched his eyes. For anything, any sign of humor, any hint that he was putting up an act to convince her. But to her horror, she saw only fear.

"You're serious?"

He stepped back, his voice still low.

"I really wish I wasn't."

She quickly recovered, and while she had begun to believe, her skepticism was quickly trying to convince her otherwise.

"Prove it."

A defeated look washed over Lucas. He shrugged lightly.

"I can't."

"So what? I'm just supposed to trust you?" He nodded solemnly. "Yes."

She shifted on her feet lightly and something clicked.

"Can't Y/n show me her little trick or whatever, just-"

A car engine roared to life outside, cutting her off. She sped to the window and much to her chagrin, it was exactly who she had suspected.

"Shit, I gotta go."

Pulling yet another surprise from her sleeve, she faced Lucas and grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She looked deeply, but briefly, into his eyes, giving him a pleading look of her own.

"Don't follow me out. Okay?" She whispered gently.

She released his hand and opens the door, heading out. Lucas couldn't stop the words that left his mouth in desperation.

"Do you believe me?"

She never answered, and he watched solemnly as she scurried to the blue Camaro and scrambled inside. Someone pushed past his shoulders trying to get by, the door still cracked open unknowingly giving away his presence to Billy Hargrove. Max scrambled inside the car, tucking in her feet and her board and closed the door. Billy, who had his head resting on the headrest and looking out of the window seething.

"The hell I tell you?" He growled.

Max gave him an odd look.

"I'm not late."

"You know what I'm talking about."

Swallowing her fear, she quickly recovered and masked her face with confusion.

"Oh, Lucas?"

Billy scoffed in disgust, his brows furrowed under his sunglasses as his anger rose.

"So he has a name now, huh?"

She cursed herself for stammering, knowing he would pick up on it but prayed he didn't.

"It's a small town, okay? We weren't hanging out." She assures him.

Billy shrugs lightly, and his voice lowered. "Hmm. Well, you know what happens when you lie."

Max shook her head.

"I'm not lying."

For the first time in their exchange, Billy looks at Max. His head lazily rolled over to his other shoulder and he searches her face quickly. Thankfully, he seems to buy it and returns his gaze to the road, his left arm still hanging out of the window and the car speeds off. After the car is gone, Lucas seems it safe to exit and he scurries to the parking lot, watching the car disappear. Worriedly, she looks out the window behind her before quickly looking forward in fear of being caught.

×××

El and Y/n watch patiently in the kitchen as Becky cuts an old towel in two. She holds it up to them, the cloth now the perfect size and shape for a makeshift blindfold. "Like this?"

El nodded, her chin still resting gently on her palm.

"Yes."

The three returned to the living room, and Y/n, per El's request, had turned the volume up on the television set so the static echoed throughout the room.

El sat on the carpet, legs folded beneath her as she folded the cloth into a proper blindfold. Becky sat to the left of Y/n, who sat criss-cross just a foot or two away from El, giving her space.

"It's okay if I sit here, right?"

"Yes," El said, securing the blindfold around her eyes.

"And I won't mess it up or anything?"

"No," El answered, growing short.

"Okay." Becky licked her lips nervously, looking longingly towards her sister.

"If you talk to Terry, will you tell her that I love her very much? And that I'm sorry that I didn't believe--"

"Stop talking," El said crossly.

"Okay, sorry," Becky mumbled.

Y/n caught her eye, and she mouthed a 'sorry'. Becky's lips pressed into a firm line, shrugging, implying she didn't take it too seriously. Her attention was mostly concentrated on her sister, and Y/n had begun to feel the same as Becky did. In the aspect that she felt out of place while El communicated to her mother.

"Breathe. Sunflower. Rainbow." Terry mumbled, her fingers twitching and lips twitching. "Run. Breathe. Sunflower."

El awoke in the familiar dark landscape, her toes curling slightly in the imaginary water.

Her mother sat before her, just as she looked moments ago in the living room.

"Run. Breathe. Sunflower. Rainbow."

El timidly made the journey forward, growing closer to her mother which each step. She only hoped this would work.

"Three to the right, four to the left. Four fifty. Run."

"Mama?"

"Sunflower. Rainbow."

"Mama, it's me..."

"-four to left. Four fifty."

"...Jane."

Her heart was hammering in her chest, but she did her best to remain calm. Her mother was only feet away, she was upset with herself for being nervous, she had wanted this her whole life. Yet, the closer she got the more nervous she became.

"Breathe. Rainbow."

"I'm here now,"

"Four fifty."

El took the final step, now only inches away from her mother. After the words left her tongue, everything happened quickly. "I'm home."

The women's head snapped in her direction, her eyes boring into El's, desperation clouding them.

"No."

Terry reached for her daughter, her hand reaching out and snatching El's hand, startling her. El was jerked forward and before she knew it, she felt her eyes open on the black landscape. Instantly she had been transported further into her mother's mind, but she had yet to figure that out. To her it felt as if everything was rebooted, like she had only just now woken up in the void and the last few moments hadn't happened.

But she was alone.

"Mama!"

Her wails were interrupted by uneven footsteps scurrying behind her. El whirled around to see a woman in a long orange dress running to the right. Eagerly, she followed and she watched in horror as the woman she now recognized as a younger version of her mother, had begun to slow. She was grasping her very pregnant belly and panting heavily, seemingly trying to catch her breath and continue on. Before she could reach out to her mother, try to talk to her, El found herself watching curiously as her mother looked worriedly over her shoulder.

Her eyes were filled with sorrow and she whimpered, her lip quivering as she tried not to cry. Curiously, El turned to see what her mother was looking at and her eyes widened at the sight. El noticed she was wearing a hospital gown similar to the one she wore back in Hawkins lab. Her [m/b/t] (mother's body type) figure wobbled tiredly across the landscape, heading straight for them. She was panting heavily like she had been running a great distance, and her speed was rapidly decreasing. Behind her, a swarm of angry men in uniform - bad men, El realized - hot on her heels.

"Terry!" She cried. "Go! Now! You can still make it! You know where to go-!"

The woman was tackled to the ground, and she wailed in pain. El jumped back in fear even though she wasn't too close. El got a better look at her, and she watched in sorrow and guilt as the woman was grabbed roughly and yanked to her feet. She was dragged away, screaming and kicking, fighting for her life.

"Terry, what are you waiting for?! RUN!"

El watched aghast as the [m/b/t] (you're mother's body type) woman was pulled farther and farther away, her screams never ceasing. Unlike anything she had ever seen in the void, she could make out the bad men turning a corner and they disappeared around an invisible corner. Before El could make put what happened, a loud bang was heard and the screams stopped. El stumbled back in fear, tears streaming from her eyes. Her ankle caught something and she fell backward into the thin pool of water. She hid her face in her hands, the panic rising in her chest and she realized she was hyperventilating. The sound of her mother's wailing brought her out of her panic, or at least it redirected it.

Her mother had similar tear streaks running down her cheeks and El knew her mother was in the same boat. But her eyes fell to her mother's large stomach and she finally noticed the emerging bloodstains running down her dress. Throughout the whole ordeal, El wondered why her mother didn't take the woman's advice, why did she stop? And where was she telling her mother to go? Millions of questions like these had bounced around her brain as everything unfolded, too caught up in the horror of what just unfolded to try and answer them. But now El knew.

She knew why her mother stopped. She was in pain and she was bleeding a great deal. She scrambled to her feet to help her mother but she did not know what to do.

"Mama? Mama!"

Just as soon, her mother groaned in pain and stumbled to the ground, grasping her stomach. El immediately and tearfully knelt beside her sobbing mother, laying a shaky hand on her mother's arm.

"Mama! Mama!"

The woman wailed, clutching her stomach, completely unfazed by El's presence.

"Oh, my baby!" She cried worriedly.

"What do I do?" El asked frantically. "Mama, what do I do? Help me!"

A familiar voice echoes out, calling out fearfully.

"Terry? Terry!"

"Mama, what do I do? How do I help you?"

"Terry, where were you? Oh, my God!"

El looks up in the direction of the voice, only for everything to blur. El is transported outside, nothing she can identify but she sees the face of the familiar voice. It's Becky, she's younger and she is looking right at El.

"Oh, my God," she sniffles, looking around worriedly. "Okay, breathe. Just breathe, alright? Breathe."

She sees her mother lying on the grass yards away from a house, and now she knows she is not seeing through her own eyes. She is reliving her mother's past.

"They're on their way, okay?"

El sees her mother's hand reach for her bleeding stomach and look back at Becky.

"They got her. [y/m/n], they got [y/m/n]. I have to go, I have to leave! I have to get her out, I h-have to get her out-" Terry wails in agony, clutching her stomach. "She did it. She got... her out... I need to go- AAHH"

Becky shakes her head, reaching out for her as she takes Terry's hand in comfort.

"Terry, no! Just breathe, alright? You need to breathe, I've told you, no one is coming for her, alright?"

"They wanted her, and they're gonna want Jane! Don't make me do this," she wailed, shaking her head.

She lets out another wail of agony and everything begins to fade.

"Terry!"

Everything goes black and the next thing El knows is she is being wheeled through a hallway, two nurses looking at her.

"Stay with us, darling. Stay with us."

El sees her mother writhing in pain on the moving bed, clutching her stomach.

Big lights swarm her vision, and she looks around as several people in green clothing and latex gloves stand and move around her. El sees her mother groaning on the table in pain, and slowly a gloved hand brings a mask of some sort to her face.

El sees a small blade glide across her mother's skin, blood dripping from the cut and the next thing she sees is a tiny infant come into view. It cries with its small high voice, visibly animated in movement. El realizes it's her, and her mother is fighting to stay awake. A set of eyes, all too familiar to El, come into view. The man's face is mostly covered by his mask, but El knows all too well it's Papa. Confirming her suspicions, the man pinches the white mask and pulls it down to his chin revealing the face of the man that tortured her for years.

Everything goes black once more. It is quiet, and for a moment El thinks the vision is over. But a bright light reveals itself, and the first thing El can identify is a vase of sunflowers.

Her vision plans over to see a tearful Becky. She gives the weakest of smiles and speaks, El can hear the lump in her throat as she is holding back her tears.

"Hey, there."

Her mother stirs awake on the hospital bed. She groans, and looks around worriedly.

"Jane? Where's Jane?"

Becky shakes her bowed head, tears clouding her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She croaks, reaching forward and taking her hand. "Honey, she didn't make it. I'm so sorry, Ter, I'm so sorry."

Terry shakes her head, anger and panic rising in her.

"No, I saw her!" She said simply.

Becky shook her head.

"No, no, she wasn't breathing."

"She was crying!"

"No."

"Oh, God." She breathed, the memories swarming back to her. "Becky, it happened. I saw her, an-and he was there! He was there! He had her and-!"

"No," was all Becky could muster, sniffling.

Becky took a deep breath, still shaking her head, unable to meet her sister's eye right away.

"Terry, no, I'm sorry, I wish that were true-"

"It is! Becky, I'm telling you, I saw it! We have to get her! He took her!"

"Who was there, Terry?" Becky asked, trying to calm her through her own tears.

"He took her!" She said, growing more frantic.

"Terry-" Becky warned.

But Terry had already begun to sit up despite her sister's efforts to keep her in bed.

"No, no, no! Don't take it out! Terry!"

She had ripped the IV out of her arm, and seconds later a nurse came in, holding her down.

"No, no! I need to get her! Becky, I told you!"

"Terry!"

"-I told you this would happen! I need to get her!"

Terry was soon restrained, several members of the hospital staff were pinning her down and El watched as a syringe was plunged into her skin. The scene quickly changed, she could see several papers and file folders strewn all over the floor. She could hear her mother's voice nearby.

"Three to the right. Four to the left." She mumbled.

She sees the dial of the safe click to the zero, and her mother opens the safe. Inside, sitting atop several papers and envelopes is a gun. Shakily, her mother picks up the gun, she sighs as she stuffs several bullets inside.

Her mother is now in a car. She takes a deep breath, collecting herself before exiting the car, purse clutched tightly in her hand. She closes the car door and El sees her mother cross the parking lot to the familiar building she escaped from. Trailing behind a few similarly dressed women, she blends in effortlessly with them. That is until she stopped by a security guard.

"Ma'am, can I see your badge?"

Terry stops, taking a deep breath. She turns around, pulling the gun from her bag. She aims it at the man and anybody that tried to approach.

"Stay back. Stay back!"

She sees the guard reach for his gun and she panics, pulling the trigger. The last thing she sees is the guard falling back before everything goes black once more. She can hear alarms blaring, and Terry is now rushing down a hallway, several people in lab coats jumping aside. She hopes from door to door, peering inside and asking for her daughter.

"Jane? Jane?"

She looks over her shoulder and that's when she spots it. The rainbow room. A door across the hall with a small rainbow painted on the inside of the doorframe.

Eagerly, she opens the door. Inside, she finds two young girls playing, one of them she knows to be her daughter. She steps forward cautiously, but happily. Each of them give her an off look and she smiles, leaning down to her daughter.

"Jane... No!"

She is pulled away from Jane before she can grab her. She fights and kicks to the best of her ability but the men's' hold on her is too powerful. The girls watch curiously as she dragged away and Terry only fights harder.

"No! No! She's my child! No! She's my child!"

The sight of the tiny rainbow painted on the walls is the last thing in focus as she is dragged far away.

The next thing she sees comes in flashes. Hands struggling and hair whipping around as Terry struggles the grip of several bad men.

"No! No."

El watches helplessly as her mother is roughly pinned down again once more, several straps fighting around her form. As she struggles, her head falls to the side and there before her is Papa. Standing still, watching as she is restrained.

Her cries of protest are muffled when they place a rubber mouth guard between her teeth. A pair of gloved hands bring two metal rods to her forehead, Terry becomes increasingly frightened, like she can guess what comes next but El does not.

"Four fifty," Papa says.

One of the men nods, reaching over and setting the dial on a silver and black box. A low hum grows louder as he sets the dial, she can hear it in the rods and she knows what's coming. Terry's muffled screams cry out in protest, but it does not stop the man from flipping the switch. Her mother begins to convulse, her muscles go stiff and she writhes and shakes in pain. Her hands lose grip on the metal poles of handles at her side and she goes limp, tears in her eyes and she pants heavily.

Everything starts over in quick flashes as she stares at the ceiling. All of it, happing in short spurts.

"RUN!"

BANG.

"Oh, my God! Okay, breathe. They're on their way."

She's wheeled through the hallway.

"Stay with us, darling."

Jane crying.

Her eyes open and El can hear her mother's voice.

"Sunflower"

"He was there!"

Nurses retrain her.

"Three to the right. Four to the left."

She unlocks the safe and shoots the gun.

She sees the room.

"Sunflower."

The dial turns.

"Four fifty."

"RUN!" A gun goes off.

"Breathe." Jane cries.

Flowers at her bedside. "Sunflower."

Gunshot, she approaches the door. "Rainbow."

The dial turns. "Four fifty."

She convulses.

"RUN!"

"Breathe,"

"Three to the right. Four to the left."

"Breathe"

"Sunflower."

"Rainbow"

"Three to the right."

"Breathe."

"Four fifty."

"Breathe."

"Rainbow."

"Three to the right."

"Run!"

El rips the blindfold off her eyes in panic, her breathing heavy and uneven. As she is brought back to reality she looks up at her mother in her rocking chair. There are tears in her eyes and she is sadly uttering the same words.

"Run. Breathe. Sunflower. Rainbow. Three to the right. Four to the left."

El feels a pair of arms wrap gently around her and she can feel her own shaking, her shoulders rising and falling rapidly. She feels a hand grab hers and she knows it's Y/n. She squeezes her hand for comfort and Y/n gently runs her thumb over the back of her hand, showing her support.

No one says anything for a while, and apart from her mother's mumbling, she sits in silence embracing the support given to her as she tries to calm her racing heart.

×××

"There's nothing. There's nothing here." Mike says worriedly.

Mike, Will, Joyce, and Bob were all packed inside Joyce's Ford Pinto in search of where they believed Hopper's location to be.

Worriedly, Joyce spares a quick glance at Bob who holds the map in his lap.

"Are... Are we close?"

"We're in the vicinity," Bob replies.

"What's that mean, the vicinity?" She asked worriedly.

"It means we're close. I don't know. It's not precise." Bob sputters, feeling the guilt and pressure weighing on his chest.

"But we did all that work!" Joyce exclaims, exasperated.

"I told you, the scale ratio is not exactly one-to-one. We needed to take--"

"Turn right!" Will shouts suddenly.

Unbeknownst to the group, Will had closed his eyes. Taking Mike's advice to heart, he took advantage of the information, his now memories, stored in his brain. Quietly, he had sat, his eyes darting back and forth sporadically under his eyelids as he searched the tunnels in his mind.

"What?"

Everyone looked to Will, even Joyce, but she made sure to return her attention to the road.

"I saw him!" Will answered.

"Where?"

Joyce began looking around, squinting around the vicinity and Will feels the panic boiling I'm his chest. He leans forward urgently, his words turn to a quick panicked shout as he tries to convey his words without missing the turn.

"Not here. In my now-memories"

A knowing gasp falls over Mike and Joyce, while Bob whirls around to look at Will, flabbergasted.

"In your what?" Bob asks.

"Turn right!" Will yells again.

Everyone is thrown to the side of the car, Will bumping into Mike, and Bob nearly falling on Joyce as the car violently jerked to the side. A horrible screech filled everyone's ears as the tires flew across the pavement. Everything happened in a matter of seconds as the car took down a sign attached to the wooden fencing, as well as several clumps of hay that temporarily covered the windshield. Before they knew it, they were thrown forward when Joyce slammed on the breaks, stopping only inches away from the back of Hopper's car.

Joyce whirled around to look at Will, then Mike.

"Are you okay?"

Will nodded and she faced the front once more. Everyone was panting heavily still, collecting their breath.

"Superspy," Mike confirmed between breaths.

"What's Jim doing here?" Bob asked, recognizing the car in front of them. "Joyce?"

Ignoring his questions, Joyce returned her attention to the back seat and looked between Will and Mike.

"Boys, I need you to stay here."

Will shook his head frantically as she climbed out of the car.

"No. Mom, Mom, Mom, it's not safe." He called desperately, leaning over to look at her.

"That's why I need you to stay here! Stay here!" She ordered.

Slamming the car door, the boys sat in silence as they felt the car shake slightly. Bob and Joyce trudged across the field, careful not to step on the many rotten pumpkins.

"Hopper!" Joyce's worried and shrill cries echoed across the field and into the night.

Easily spotting the small crater in the dirt, Joyce descended the hole Hopper had dug and Bob followed cautiously. His arms were outstretched after Joyce who held her arms out for balance as her feet slipped across the unstable dirt.

"Hey, be careful." He shook his head, nervously spewing commentary in disbelief. "Just going down the hole."

At the bottom of the pit, a large circle roughly the size of her dining room table had caught her eye. Bridging the gaps over what normally would have been a hole in the ground, was what looked like several worms the size of large snakes. But they weren't, they were a dark purple-pink and they did twist and move, constantly interlacing themselves, seeing themselves together in a big lump, it soon became clear to Joyce what these were. Hopper's last few words to her echoed in her mind.

"Vines." She gasped.

Hesitant to break her gaze away for too long, she gestured to shovel that stood near Bob's feet.

"Give me that."

"The shovel?"

"Yes, give me the shovel!"

Compliantly, he handed the shovel to Joyce who eagerly grabbed it tight in her hands. With all the strength she could summon, she brought the metal spade down into the vines. They shrieked and hissed, and her contact had hurt several of them. Unfortunately, this came with a splash of dark smelly goo sprayed from the vines and painting Joyce and Bob's clothes.

Cringing, but quickly recovering, Joyce began to repeatedly stab the colony of vines. They hissed and squealed once more but they one by one they hastily recoiled back into the dirt. Deciding enough room had been made and enough vines were gone, she threw the shovel to the side and whirled around to face Bob, a determined look in her eye.

"I need you to help me get down there." She ordered.

Growing frantic and increasingly worried, Bob hunched over slightly and waved his arms.

"Joyce, what are you talking about?" "Bob! Now!" She roared, extending her arm.

Joyce gasped in horror when her feet hit the ground, her eyes had adjusted to the dark almost at once, and she was panting heavily at the sight around her. Not allowing herself any more time to waste, she stepped further into the tunnels.

"Hopper!" She called. "Hopper! Hopper!"

Frantically, she looked between the two directions the tunnel stretched in. She didn't know how much time she had, but she knew it wasn't much and she certainly couldn't risk checking each path. She heard a thud behind her, and she turned knowing Bob had descended. Sure enough, she wobbled slightly, catching his balance from the long drop and he collected himself. "Joyce, what is going on? Where are we?" Stammering, she reached out to Bob and looked him up and down, making sure he had safely made the drop.

"Bob, are you okay?"

Bob's attention was pulled to his surroundings once his eyes had adjusted. He looked around in amazement and shock.

"Tunnels. Is this Will's map?" He asked.

She had reached into his jacket pocket, knowing he always kept a small flashlight for emergencies.

"Hopper!" She called, scanning the tunnels for any sign of the chief.

"Are we in Will's map?" Bob asked once more.

Biting the bullet and picking a direction, she began navigating the tunnels, calling out for the missing man.

"Hopper! Hopper!"

"We're in Will's map," Bob mumbled excitedly, following Joyce close behind.

"Hopper!"

"We're actually inside Will's map!"

"Hopper!"

"How did he know all this?"

They both quieted when they reached a fork in the path. Glad Bob had kept his flashlight on him, and glad she had used it, she stepped forward when the light caught a broken cigarette on the ground in front of the left tunnel.

"Bob! Over here!"

She knelt down by the cigarette, she picked it up and showed it to her boyfriend.

"It's his! He's gotta be this way! Come on." Before he could respond, she took off down the left tunnel, mindful of her steps and the large ridges protruding from the ground. Giving one last uneasy look from where they came, trying his best to memorize the details of the path, he quickly fell back in line after Joyce.

Just outside above the entrance, Mike and Will had exited the car and slowly approached the edge of the crater.

"Do you see anything?" Mike asked. "I mean, in your now-memories?"

Will shook his head, watching the ground uneasily. The sound of several engines captured the boys' attention and they turned around to see several vehicles flood onto the field from where they had come. To his horror, Mike recognized the white vans labeled HAWKINS POWER AND LIGHTING as the very same ones that had chased him and his friends the previous year. It was a fleet from Hawkins Lab. He was suddenly grateful Y/n had left, wherever she was, she would be safe from them. At least, he hoped.

The tunnels below their feet were filled with the echoes of Joyce's cries for Hopper. The pair had reached a cavity in the tunnels, the walls had pooled out into wide space that Bob silently identified as the x from Will's map. Joyce was much too preoccupied with the task at hand, the beam of the flashlight scouring the ground and she felt her heart leap into her throat when she caught sight of a large arm poking out from underneath a pile of vines. The pile of vines, she realized, had almost completely covered the man.

"Oh! It's his arm!"

She scrambled forward, Bob close on her heels and they collapsed to the ground beside him. Handing the flashlight to Bob, she began clawing at the vines around him, several of them breaking and snapping. Bob pointed the flashlight to Hopper's neck, the man lay fighting consciousness and Bob began tugging with his free hand at the thick vine surrounding his neck. "It's choking him!"

Joyce redirected her efforts to the vine that struggled to tighten itself around Hopper's neck. Much to their surprise, Hopper spoke in a strained voice. "Knife!"

Joyce looked around desperately for the tool, but Bob was quick to answer. The beam fell across Hopper and next to Joyce. "It's over there!"

Sure enough, just inches away from Hopper's grasp, was the man's pocket knife.

Quickly, she got to work and it wasn't long until the vine around his neck snapped, Hopper gasped for air, and looked to his hands.

"Hands!"

Joyce cut his arms free next and he was able to fight back. He took the knife from Joyce's hands, cutting himself loose from the tendrils surrounding his chest while Bob and Joyce continued clawing at the remaining restraints. Finally, Hopper broke free with a maddened cry. "Bastard!"

He sat up, swiping the blade across the restraints on his ankles, once more the goo erupted from the screeching vines, by now he was covered in it but he didn't give two shits. Bob and Joyce helped the man to his feet and Joyce hurriedly checked him for injuries, and she took his face between her trembling hands.

"Oh, my God. Hopper, are you okay?" She panted.

"Joyce."

"Are you okay? Are you okay?"

Hopper nodded, patting her on the arms gently and she released him. He swung his arm behind him and patted the man beside him.

"Hey, Bob."

"Hey, Jim."

The trio huddled together, backing away from the advancing vines. Joyce turned and jumped in fear when she saw a figure next to Bob, dressed in a hazmat suit.

"Oh, my God!"

"Go! Go! Go! Clear the area!" The figure ordered.

The trio did not hesitate to evacuate the area, heading back through the tunnel each of them had ventured. When the three were out of range, the figure, who had been properly equipped, aimed his device and a violent spurt of fire erupted from the end. The vines writhed and shrieked violently as they shriveled up.

At that exact moment, Will - who had been waiting worriedly outside as the army of men surrounded and descended after his mother and Bob - collapsed to the ground. Mike dropped to the ground quickly after him, grasping his friend trying to get him to calm. But it was no use. Will was now lying on the grass, his entire body felt like it was on fire. His vision was as white as the white-hot searing pain running through his veins.

"Will, what's wrong?" Mike wailed, feeling helpless.

Will convulsed uncontrollably, his limbs on fire, spreading as rapidly as the flames in the hub below. As the vines screamed in agony, Will screamed too. He was now on his back, screaming violently into the night. Mike jumped back startled, watching helplessly in horror as his best friend writhed in the grass, his mouth wide open and his eyes rolled back into his head as shrieked in agony.

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libraryofloveletters · 1 year

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congrats on 6k anj, massive milestone 💛

can you do one with Jordan Henderson ? (if you are taking requests for him? I'm not sure, I did not see him on your people to write for list) maybe you two celebrating after they won a championship ? (you can pick whichever one you'd like)

thanks and congratulations again!

thank you darling! // all photos are from pinterest and/or instagram

captain duties on and off pitch

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ynhenderson: proud doesn’t begin to cover it. proud of this team and proud of my captain ❤️

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jhenderson: couldn’t have done it without by my side. ❤️

↪️ andyroberston94: yeah no because we didn’t help 🙄

↪️ynhenderson: i'm calling rachel and telling her to take your phone

virgilvandijk: that’s a serious kiss the trophy is getting

↪️ynhenderson: tell me about it 🙄 he doesn’t even kiss me like that

↪️jhenderson: we both know that’s a lie yn 🙄

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jhenderson: captain duties done for the season, on to daddy duties 🌴

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ynhenderson: daddy duties is correct 🤭

andyrobertson94: seeing you and y/n be gross was not on the list of things I wanted to see

vigilvandijk: have fun! but not too much fun 😌

↪️ jhenderson: there are children on this app in case you forgot (but we won’t)

trentarnold66: I thought you left the kids with the in laws ? how are you on daddy duties 🤔

↪️ynhenderson: don’t make spell it out for you 👀

↪️ trentarnold66: oh that’s disgusting 🫠

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ynhenderson: lover boy 🥰

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trentarnold66: I think I might unfollow you 😐

↪️ ynhenderson: love you T!

perrieedwards: axel want a playdate!!

↪️ ynhenderson: we’ll come by when we get back! We miss you guys!

#anj's 6k aus #jordan henderson #jordan henderson x reader #jordan henderson x you #jordan henderson x y/n #jordan henderson instagram au #lfc instagram au #football au #football social media au #football instagram au

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lfc21 · 1 year

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TikTok prompt list

I have decided to start a tik tok prompt list as these are some of my favourite types of imagines to read. I have done one tik tok imagine before which I enjoyed. Please feel free to request who you would like for each number! @footyblurbs also do some amazing tik tok imagines so definitely check them out! 😊Have fun ❤️

Rating your boyfriend through out the day Trent Alexander Arnold

Pretending to be asleep when they come home Joe Gomez

"This guy is so fit" Prank Darwin nunez

Pretend to ruin their eyebrows, using the no eyebrow filter Kostas Tsimikas

"Im sleeping on the couch" Curtis Jones

Not saying love you back Kostas Tsimikas

Calling your boyfriend the wrong name Jordan Henderson

Listing your icks to one another Trent Alexander Arnold

Wiping away their kisses Kostas Tsimikas

Slamming their car door to see how they will react Virgil Van Dijk

"You could have been abit nicer to me today" Jordan Henderson

Pretending you are on the phone finding out gossip whilst next to them. Trent Alexander Arnold

"He's gone you can come over now" prank Jordan Henderson

Calling them by their full name Kostas Tsimikas

Sighing as if something is wrong and refusing to tell them what it is Jordan Henderson

Pretending to pay loads of money for air in your tires from the garage Trent Alexander Arnold

@prettylittletrent @cornertakenquicklyyyy @trentalexanderarnold @robbo38 @robbothegoat @kostasstsimikass @chelseamount @chloereddy @tsimikasfamily @avenirdelight @blueathens @jordanhendersunshine @mrs-henderson @thatonesexycancerian @hendersons1truelover @nyctophilic0vitnir @peekapeaches @tsimikxs @tsimikostas @trentalexarnofan @leddows @moneymasnn @superkittywonderland @virgilvansike @virgilvandickmedown @hopefulromantic1 @robbo-trent-fanfiction26

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trentaafcsblog · 4 years

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One where your Henderson’s little sister and your dating Trent and you walk in on them on FaceTime talking about training and Trent accidentally calls you babe and then Hendo supports you both and your shocked that’s he isn’t really bothered then when Trent came over you guys wouldn’t stop kissing and his daughters got grossed out and he said you guys should go to the spare room🤣🥺 x

And you watched his eyes go wide when the nickname falls from his lips, trying to cover it up as best he can by moving the conversation on to something completely different, Jordan telling him that it’s fine and he doesn’t mind you being together as long as he promises to look after you, you and T going round to visit him and his little family a few days later as you get a bit too caught up in the moment for your nieces’ liking, a series of ‘that’s yucky, auntie y/n’ and ‘please stop hurting my eyes’ coming from the girls, you and Trent bursting into a fit of giggles before Jordan’s pointing upstairs to the spare room, smacking his arm and going bright red before burying your head in Trent’s chest

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold blurb #jordan henderson #jordan henderson blurb

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babybadger · 4 years

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can you do one where you’re on michael mcintyre and you’re doing send to all where you get replies from your friends and other celebs maybe make Trent your boyfriend and his response is really embarrassing

‘Okay so the text I sent earlier in Y/N’s phone was; I know this is a really weird request but I was thinking of buying one of those micro pigs and I was wondering if you could look up where abouts I can buy one in England. Get back to me soon as please X’ Your head went immidiately into your hands as you laughed at how embarrassed you are. “Okay so shall we go throw some replies?” Michael asked to which you just chuckled and the audience cheered.

“First response is from Northfence? Who the bloody hell is that?” You burst into laughter and then suddenly it sunk in. “Oh dear god that’s Gareth Southgate” You reply covering your mouth with your hand. Michaels eyes go wide and he squeals. “Oh my you have his number, i’m sending him a selfie after this; Okay he says; can’t say I can tell you where to find micro pigs but I bet you some of the boys at christmas could pass for them.” You laugh and clarified it was a running joke that you and Gareth would watch the boys eat like animals in the canteen at St. george’s.

“Second one HAHA this is a great one! Okay this is from Dad but not DAD.” Michael looks at you entirely confused. “Thats Jordan Henderson!” You manage to squeak out in laughter. “Ahhh yes Captain Hendo well he says “You already have Trent in the house, you have no need for another food in their face stuffing, wild animal acting pig. Kidding but genuinly love pigs let me know when the girls can visit it. much love can’t wait to see you soon!x” The audience Aw and you try hold back your smile knowing Trent will watch this back and annoy you for laughing at Hendo calling him a pig.

“Okay our last response of the night is coming from ‘Sphere’ Now how on earth do you have someone saved called that?” He looks up at you completely bewildered and waiting for an answer. “Well obviously there’s Trents famous corner and I said to him when I may or may not have had a glass of wine, that he was my little Sphere because only his corner counted as a real one not the ones on other shapes.” You try to explain simply as possible. “I’d love to know how your brain works.” Michael states and the audience erupt in laughter. “Okay well ‘Sphere’ says; Y/N you barely can take care of yourself and the dogs,no more pets. Just the other day I came downstairs right after you left to see the tap still running and out kitchen about to flood cause you never turned it off. NO MORE PETS!” The whole audience burst into laughter and Michael looks at you with a cheeky grin. “Did you really leave the tap on?” He asks raising an eyebrow at you. “I mean probably I’m very forgetful, thank god I have him.” You smile and hope your cheeks weren’t too red as michael closed the show.

#trent prompt #trent fluff #trent blurb #trent alexander arnold imagine #trent alexander arnold #footballer imagine #footballer imagines #football imagines #football imagine #football blurb

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capitanogiorgio · 5 years

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wish granted! recommend me some football blogs, please!

omg thank you so much anon :D !!!

So, in no particular order:

@jmenfoot (Barça/France NT) : amazing humor, always down for serious and important talk about football and its current issues. Great posts !!!

@houssemaouar (Olympique Lyonnais/Gareth Southgate FC) : iconic, came back after a one year suspension from tumblr staff on an unjust basis. Very funny, comedy gold, I love her

@mrhugolloris (France NT/Spurs/BVB) : n°1 Hugo Lloris fan, better France NT fan than most actual french people. Kind and compassionate, deserves the world !

@ikercasiillas (Juventus/Romania NT) : I LOVE HER !!! Loves Max Allegri and his big truck, Rino Gattuso and his screams. Always there to point out and discuss serious issues in football and that’s! so! important! especially on here when it’s rare. Will make you love the younglings of Romania NT, you will root for them tooth and nail, I promise you. Also, will let your soft spot for Torino players emerge. A GIFT

@andreabarzagli (Juventus) : always informed, mostly chilled out fan, stands by the club no matter what but not blindly. Very great memes and humor. Mistaken for Andrea Barzagli himself

@donbianconero (Juventus) : I love him. Not only has he been my faithful Moise Kean supporter with me since day one but he also loves Captain Tsubasa and he’s one of the most kindest, sweetest soul I’ve ever met. Great memes too.

@gonzaloromagnoli (Juventus/BVB) : A BABY !! A very angry one who fights tooth and nail for her club, her country, her faves and her beliefs. Pops up onto your dash one night and then strikes again two weeks later, you’re never prepared.

@gingervivilou (LFC/Juventus/Croatia NT) : we’re the same age but she’s my mom

@gendryabaratheonn (Juventus/LFC) :

@vecchiasignoras (Juventus/Manchester United) : Gigi and Alex lover, what more can I say ? Super sweet and always excited for games, ready to support !

@gigidalligna (Juventus) : UGH THEIR MIND. #GiorgioChielliniForBallondOr partner in crime. Will take no nonsense from our shitty board.

@montosmadman (Milan) :

@cuterone (LFC/Milan/Serie A) : Patrick Cutrone’s mom, loves Serie A and most of its teams very much. Loves a bus, part of the #FreeMonto team. A literal ray of sunshine

@jordanshenderson (LFC/England NT) : what can I say ? People can only DREAM about having the same dedication and love towards the club and one Jordan Henderson. A real gem who also have a lot of feelings on Go The Distance x Sports (mostly Go The Distance x Jordan Henderson). Loves her good James Milner’s arms and abs and I love her even more for it ! Such a sweet sweet sweet person who deserves the world

@sadiiomane10 (LFC/Bayern) : ABSOLUTE TOP QUALITY MEMES ! Really entertaining. Best provider of content for Emre Can, that’s her brand. Always supports other fans and keep them believing when it seems we won’t again, despite pessimist posts stating otherwise

@andyrobertsonz (LFC/Celtic/SCOTLAND) : My favourite scottish fan on here !! Actual president of Andy Robertson’s fan club and will defend Scotland (and lfc) to death. Always great and funny stories to tell. Was at Liverpool Bus Parade with @jordanshenderson so, ergo, literally a legend !

@mcmanamans (LFC/Neville Siblings FC) : SAM

@thesecretdetectivecollection (LFC) : Also onto the Carra-has-a-great-ass agenda !! So easy to talk to and fun and passionate :D !!!! LOVES JUAN MARTIN DEL POTRO

@georginiwijnaldum (LFC) : Did you say Virgil Van Dijk ? loves lfc with all her heart, protect our kiddos fiercly !! Also loves tennis and never says no to a fair share of drama !!!

@diegoalvesisgod (LFC/Ostrava) : MAKES GREAT FOOTBALL-THEMED BRACELET GO CHECK !!! Always chill and will tell you great and movig tales about Ostrava and I love it !!!

@garance-bayernitude (Bayern/France NT) : another baby ! Another angry one !!! Be ware. Loves Niko Kovac to death and will fight you if you wish ill on him.

And many others I forgot and to whom I apolosgise. All the blogs above are favourite and gems

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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Rose Garden

pairing - jordan henderson x reader

word count - 3457

summary - you're the maid of honor at your best friend's wedding, your soon-to-be-lover is the best man with Jordan Henderson please?

ps I love jordan so much he just seems like such a bloody sweetheart, hope you enjoy! pps, I just just chose two random names for the best friends getting married :)

Jordan wasn't particularly good at hiding his stress off the pitch.

On the pitch? The Liverpool captain was cool as a cucumber. He could give orders and lead like it was something he was truly born to do, but when he came off the pitch and more normal events with far less pressure cropped up, he tended to get a little bit more antsy and it often showed in his mannerisms more than even he realises. First and fore mostly he worried about not remembering his speech, despite having done a million speeches in his time. He was a good speaker and often very clever at fitting in jokes, but he was shitting himself.

This was important, maybe even more important than team talks. His best friend, the kid he grew up with and stayed friends with through widely different careers through the years is getting married and Jordan is crapping himself.

Then there was the issue of a date, or in his case the lack thereof. He had been so wrapped up with trying to win the League while making it to suit fittings, rehearsal dinners and organising a fantastic stag do that the concept of a date hadn't even entered his mind. He didn't have the space in there to even have considered it until the morning of when he realised he'd have to walk down the isle alone in front of all his old friends and extended family plus all the bride's friends and family.

He hadn't stopped tapping his foot since they entered the venue, repeatedly brushing the backs of his fingers under his nose and fixing his cuffs endlessly despite them being in perfect position. He can't help but chew on the insides of his lips too as he stands in the grooms dressing room decked in a suit he was set to sweat through within the hour if he kept up like this.

"What on earth are so you nervous about, Hendo?"

He probably should have known better than to try to hide it from the boy who literally grew up in his house and he in his with the amount of time they spent together. They were basically brothers, Jordan and Dean. Knew each other like the back of their own hands.

"Just want everything to be perfect for you mate, it's such a big day." Jordan says, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. That of course was the case, he did want his best friend's wedding day to go as smoothly and as perfectly as he deserved it to be but that was only part of the reason why he physically could not stand still for more than a minute. The date and the speech thing was burning a hole in his mind. "Don't worry mate," Dean calms, "You're walking down with (y/n) anyway. Izzie's maid-of-honour or whatever they call it. She'll keep you company." He explains with an unbothered shrug. Jordan couldn't understand how his friend wasn’t nervous at all. He had sweat physically running down the toned expanse of his back and it wasn't even his wedding day.

Jordan doesn't say anything in response, so Dean offers him a convincing smile. "Take a walk, Hendo. Get some fresh air and take a breather yeah? Can't ruin that good wedding suit of yours."

Jordan does as he's instructed without a fight. His expensive slacks crunching the neat gravel beneath his feet brings a little amount of calm back to him as he walks through the beautiful grounds of the stunning venue. He makes his way around with careful consideration to the surroundings that lead him away in order to ensure he remembers how to make his way back. He allows the neatly maintained white stoney path deeper into the most stunning garden of exotic flowers. From the part of the garden he's in, he can just about see the back field of the venue set neatly with white cloth covered furniture, red silk bows around each chair surrounded by carefully places hanging fairy lights that were barely visible in the day but would illuminate the entire field with a perfect glow in the evening. Jordan had seen the set up the day prior when he was brought out with Dean to make sure everything was set up the way they wanted it.

But the thing that catches his eye more than the setup is the breathtaking woman he lays eyes on in the middle of the hidden rose garden at the end of one white stoned gravel path.

You stand under a white wicker arch, peering closer to red roses tangled around it. Your eyes shine in adoration at the sheer quality and quantity of the surrounding flowers. You were wearing possibly the most astounding long flowing dress he had ever seen, but maybe it was just that it was you who was wearing it.

He can't find the words in his suddenly dry through to announce his presence for many moments. He just watches carefully for those beats of time, watching you smell the flowers and try to straighten out your dress.

"Hello."

You give a quiet squeak of surprise when you hear the Northern accent, your body spinning around with a flare of that dress. Jordan offers a flushed cheek smile that he gets mirrored right back to him. "Hi," you greet, stepping out from underneath the flower arch to walk closer to him. "You're Jordan aren't you, best man?" You ask.

Jordan furrows his brows and his eyes squint in the most slight of ways in question, but he nods his head anyway. "I'm (y/n). Maid of honour." You reach out to shake his sweating hand and he very much wishes he had wiped it down his thigh before he slotted his hand into yours. Nothing about your face suggests any discomfort from his firm shake, but he doesn't envision you to be the kind of person who would make any type of deal from that anyway. "Nice to meet you," he clears his throat, attempting to bring his voice back down to its usual depth and tone from the higher pitched squeak it currently kept coming out as.

"You too, Jordan. We should probably head back inside, though?"

He nods his head and watches you intently as you attempt to navigate your way back across the uneven ground in those heels. He smiles subconsciously to himself and takes a long deep breath before he speaks in order to sound less like a prepubescent boy when the words leave him. "Here," he offers, holding out his arm for you to latch on to carefully. "Good practice for the wedding catwalk eh?"

Your giggle is music to his ears, eliciting a huge smile from him that he couldn't have stopped even if he had wanted to. You know he means the walk down the isle which you can imagine will be fun with his little jokes and due to the fact that now you were close enough to realise he smelled absolutely amazing. He looked even better close up. His beard trimmed and shaped to the absolute neatest perfection and not a hair on his head stood out of place. Part of you is actually inclined to ask him what his skincare routine was because my god there wasn't a blemish to be seen on that perfect face. Suffice to say you held back on that question.

You spot Izzie standing on the steps of the venue next to her dad when you both arrive back at the front door and she offers one of those very cheeky tell tale smiles that earn her a very sharp glare from you. She had told you a ridiculous amount about the Liverpool captain and midfielder, certainly more than you had ever really cared to know at the time. Now you wanted to know more, but you wanted to hear it from those pink lips in that accent that makes your stomach flip. He looks like someone who tells stories with such passion in those beautiful eyes.

Nevertheless, thoughts of him are pushed to the back of your mind as he bids you a very kind goodbye and yet another ‘nice to meet you’ before he disappears off in the direction of what you assume to be wherever Dean is waiting for him.

"I told you'd like him," Izzie beams immediately, her eyes shining in her 'I told you so' way. You shake your head with a playful sigh, "I've known the man literally twenty minutes, if that. Bloody leave it out." You retort with a roll of your eyes. She mocks an offended look, "Can't argue with me on my wedding day, you know?" She teases, but you just snort at her and begin up the steps.

"Yeah, but I can object when that officiator asks."

You hear her loud laughter bouncing behind you as you head into the foyer to grab your flowers and meet back with Jordan in the que of bridesmaids and groomsmen waiting behind the huge doors where everyone else was sitting in the ceremony hall. Jordan greets you again with the awe-striking smile and offers you his arm for the second time that day.

The walk down the aisle was exactly as you expected it to be and then a little bit better. Riddled with worry about tripping, slightly awkward and very hard to take seriously.

And then there was the man by your side, giving your arm a squeeze and telling you a mixed up joke about a man with no body and no nose that couldn't be detected from beneath the loud tone of the organ playing.

During the vows, he was only really listening to their words. His eyes were focussed on you watching your best friend marry the love of her life with tears shining in your eyes. Be them happy or sad, they tug a string in Jordan's heart that was laden with dust before he laid eyes upon you this afternoon. He makes a face at you when they have their first kiss that makes you giggle with the others cheer and its the material of his pocket square that you use to dab up the tears on your lash line as he walks you into the ballroom where people had been ordered to move to for the first dance and then the dinner and speeches.

When all was said and done, he just wanted to speak to you more. His speech went down a treat, although you outshone his monumentally with the perfectly timed jokes, pure emotion laced through the loving words on the papers you only looked at once.

He hadn't been able to spot you once everyone had migrated from their tables to mingle and dance with the rest of the guests for the first proper time that evening. Jordan didn't have much intention to be mingling with all those people, he just wanted to hear more of the funny stories from your childhood with Izzie or further university tales about how you met Dean and introduced him to your best friend. He had never had such a fast connection with another person and there was virtually no way to explain it.

You catch sight of him standing over by the bar all by himself. Everyone else is dancing with or chatting and eating cake. Well, everyone except for the two mugs who didn't catch the bring a date memo.

"Well this is embarrassing, isn't it?" You mutter quietly to the man standing at the bar, surprising him where he leans against the surface with his elbows. A drink sits in front of him and his eyes were trained on the wall behind the bar. He knew you were referring to the fact that you were the only two people who had showed up here with either a date or a plus one to spend the night next to. Couples and friends were dancing around the floor with the music playing and you two had found the bar fairly quickly, remaining tucked away in the corner. "You can say that again." Jordan retorts on a soft laugh, taking a long sip of his drink through the straw. You do the same until a smile breaks the circular shape of your lips around the blue and white striped paper.

"Well this is embarrassing, isn't it?"

That earns you a snort and a chuckling shake of his broad shoulders that stretch the material of that navy suit jacket with the he stands hunched. It eases your nerves slightly to know he has a similar sense of humour that you do, if you hadn't already gathered that from his lame jokes on the red carpet of the aisle.

Jordan turns his body to face you, now leaning against the bar with only his left arm. "Weird how we were the only two who that didn't get the 'bring someone' memo, right?" He inquires, finally feeling enough gusto to raise the question that had been plaguing his mind from the first time he realised the wedding was full of couples and pairs. "Oh yeah definitely." You nod, setting your drink down. "I swear my invitation didn't say a single thing about that. Did yours?"

He shakes his head convincingly, "No absolutely not."

"Are you two outcasts coming for a dance?" Izzie cheers, reaching gleefully for you hand. There's not a part of you that wants to say no, but she wouldn't have given you that chance anyway before she was tugging you off into the crowd of dancing strangers by the wrist. Jordan never really does take his eyes off of you dancing freely with your best friends until the crowd of dancers grows around you and you become lost to his sight.

He already missed your presence.

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You had ended up in something of a rather intriguing conversation with the grooms dad about why you should never search for a light-switch with an open palm in a black out when you heard the cheers and gasps of pretty much every woman in the venue. Then there was a very loud call of your name that prompted you to whip around and throw out your arms aimlessly, expecting to have a person hurling towards you or something to that effect.

Instead, a bouquet of flowers lands in your hands and with the impact you were expecting versus the very light impact you actu got plus the pace of your turn and the height of your heels, you completely lose balance and go stumbling backwards immediately. It feels like every single person in the ballroom had their eyes on you specifically as you brace for the impact of the floor.

It never does come though.

Instead, when you pry open those squeezed shut eyes and get a feel for your surroundings, you are not on the floor. Instead, you are held tight by very strong arms and meet a pair of steely blue eyes that twinkle under the gentle lighting and crinkle at the side in amusement. "Thank you!" You squeak. Your cheeks have immediately gone a criminal shade of red that you can only imagine in your head, only serving to make you more embarrassed and in turn; more red.

Everyone's investment in the situation wore off pretty much the second Jordan caught you and they realised that you had caught the bouquet. People had simply gone back to dancing and whatever else they were doing before it was ever thrown. Jordan however still holds you there, dipped carefully with one arm around your lower back and the other under your upper back with the crook of his elbow having caught your head so as to not injure your neck. He still supports the majority of your weight with a very cheeky grin. "Not a problem."

You look down at the bouquet of flowers in your arms and then back up at him with a giggle. "Didn't even mean to catch it."

He chuckles heartily.

"Close call that," he teases, moving to plant you safely back on your feet in a way that leaves you standing very close together. "Yeah," you huff out laugh softly, "You can bloody say that again."

Jordan gives you the cheekiest smirk you’ve seen yet. "Close call that." He repeats, his grin growing widely to stretch his smooth cheeks and illuminate his face with a white tooth smile. It makes you blush and break into a giggle, "Good one."

He's looking at you so strangely. Like he's drinking you in but he looks a little bit confused. Your head tilts in confusion, his hands still resting on your waist. "What? Do I have cake on my face?" You ask hurriedly, hands reaching to swipe at your lips. Jordan shakes his head, lips tugging into the gentlest of smiles. "No, no," he hums, "I'm just wondering why the hell I haven't asked the most beautiful woman in this hall to dance with me yet."

His works are silky smooth and sweet, his eyebrows raised. You flush yet another furious red, casting your eyes down to the floor.

"Well probably because she's dancing with her new husband." You deflect, gesturing over your shoulder to your best friend on the ballroom dance floor. "Mhm, I don't think so." Jordan tuts softly, only loud enough for you to hear in the bubble of warmth you have created where you remain together.

"She's standing right in front of me."

"Then you probably should ask her." You muse, Jordan smiles.

"I think I will." He lets go of you and steps to the side, your heart falling to a pit in your stomach as he points behind you and opens his mouth to speak, then turns back and beams the cheekiest grin. "Got you there, didn't I?" He cackles, watching the relief roll through your eyes. You truly thought he had meant someone behind you for a split second.

"Cheeky sod you are Henderson."

He chuckles loudly with a hand over his belly, but he's just as quick to take hold of your hand and ask you to follow after him.

He leads you out to the rose garden where you met, now alight with those beautiful glowing fairy lights. They're tangled around the white garden furniture, tucked in between red roses. It gives the little nook of space a magnificent, warm and very romanic glow. The soft music from inside can still be heard faintly out here and Jordan wastes no time holding his hand out to you for a dance that you accept with a curtesy.

When your best friend goes searching for you later with her brand new groom, they stay as quiet and far back as they can to watch for a moment as the Liverpool midfielder leads you slowly around the dimly lit garden he first spotted you in, spinning you out at arms length and bringing you into him again with a peck on a different part of your face each time you come back into his arms, against his body. Your giggle is the real music to him, each one better than the last until the final place on your face for his lips to land is down on top of yours. Your face heats up and you break the kiss with another smile that sends him into a similar grin against your lips, one of his hands holding your waist and the other brushing his soft fingers over your cheeks, clearing stray hairs from the light wind out of your face. The bride's flowers that had been thrown at you rather than to you were seated on the light grey stone bench off to the side by the white rose bush as Jordan goes to scoop them up after the soft lip kiss so that he could tell you he would very much like to have the opportunity to dance with you again.

Your sweet smile and the kiss you answered him with tells him just about everything he needs to know, and the newly married couple feel they had seen enough to turn away and know their work here was very much done.

Not, of course, without Izzie linking her arm through Dean's with a not very nonchalant "Didn't I tell you it would work out perfectly?" And someday, she's very sure that she'll stand at your wedding to the man you dance in the rose garden with and tell everybody about the time she used her wedding as a means of getting two of her closest friends together

However she'd admit that not even she could have imagined such a beautiful romance blossoming with the flowers in the rose garden on that warm summer night.

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