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mayfieldss · 2 years

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Lucky - Diego Hargreeves

Warnings: Language, mentions of blood, violence, injured reader.

AN: Some scrap of best boy Diego idk.

"It's okay to cry, honey" The words of Diego, your partner in crime burned against the silence as he tended to your wound. He knew it hurt, more than you would admit, and he was trying his best to be gentle, but when tending to that of a bullet wound, such things came to be difficult.

"Don't patronize me Diego"

"I'm not patronizing you" Your leg screamed, pain ripping at your thigh with the force of a thousand stray cats hungry for a fight, but you were still just as feisty as you'd always been. Diego loved that about you, but it certainly made you hard to help. "You know, I could just leave you here to bleed out and die".

Diego watched your face contort in both pain and contemplation, "Your big boy hero complex is too strong for that". God, you made it hard to like you, yet somehow, Diego did.

"I don't have a big boy hero complex".

Diego listened to you snort as he wiped the blood from your leg. He was surprised at how you let him help you, having expected the all too famous 'I'm fine, I can do it myself'. He was beyond shocked you hadn't broken his nose yet, and that was nowhere near an exaggeration.

"You do have a hero complex, it's ninety percent of your personality Hargreeves".

"Okay," Diego admitted, allowing himself a small nod "I might have something of a hero complex, but isn't ninety percent of me".

Diego hadn't expected the smile that formed on your lips despite your pain. He knew you were trying your best to stay calm, despite the situation and he tried his best to stay composed himself.

"Seventy percent".

"How about thirty percent?" as much as he hated giving into your teases, Diego couldn't help himself. If a bargain would take your mind off the bullet in your thigh, the blood pouring from your body, so be it.

"How about fifty?" You still held your smile, but your voice was shaky with pain, as was expected in the least.

"Okay so maybe fifty percent of me is a hero complex, so what?" Diego glanced down at your injury, barely visible through smudges of blood. He tried his best not to panic at the sight, but it really was a lot.

"Tell me the truth Diego, how bad is it?".

"How would you feel if I told you a hospital trip might be in order?".

There was a short silence before a loud groan escaped your lips, making Diego wince. He knew what you would be thinking, the exact same as him. He'd made up a story in his head, what they would tell the nurses and doctors when they headed in to get you stitched up.

"You have the worst kind of luck"

Your eyes were still screwed up tight, head resting on the wall of the alley you lay in. "Don't you think I know that Diego?".

"Okay" Diego let out a huff, his efforts to fix you up doing no good for either of you. "Get in the car, we're going to the emergency room".

You groaned in response but allowed Diego to assist you to the vehicle. He knew well enough you would never hitch a ride in an ambulance so, Diego braced himself for a week of cleaning your blood off his seats.

The drive there was not easy, every bump in the road causing you to yelp out in pain despite yourself, but soon enough Diego was slamming on the brake, your destination no more than a few feet away.

"Can I have some help over here?" He knew you hated the attention, the eyes of those that most likely had been waiting hours to see a doctor or even nurse, turning in the direction of his voice only to catch sight of someone who no doubt would be attended to before them.

You left a trail of blood in your wake as you were moved to a private room, as to which nurses set to work on professionally fixing up your wound. Diego couldn't deny that he'd made a mess of it.

"Sir?" a nurse turned, facing Diego with the politest of smiles. Her blonde hair tied back in a bun, uniform pristine white. Diego thought she looked like something from a horror movie. The untrustworthy doctor’s assistant that led you to your death. "Would you mind? This might hurt". The lady gestured toward your hand and Diego understood the assignment he had been given, though he wasn't sure you would let him carry it out. The nurse had clearly never met you, nor had to experience your wrath.

You must have seen his wary eyes, wondering if he should indeed follow through with what had been asked of him, because you grasped his hand quickly, tugging him over to you. "God just hold my hand, I'm not that scary".

"You most definitely are".

"Shut up- oh Jesus Christ!" The nurse without warning had begun rubbing at your wound with disinfectant, you squeezing Diego's hand tightly in response.

"What were you saying?" He couldn't help but tease, knowing you would do the exact same to him if the roles were reversed, though in truth he was just trying to cover for the fact that he wasn't used to seeing you in so much pain. It scared him, as much as he hated to admit it.

"I will stab you Hargreeves, I swear on my-" you were cut off again as the nurse once again gave no warning, starting upon sewing up the wound. A string of curse words left your lips, tears springing to your eyes that you couldn't push down any longer.

Placing his free hand on your shoulder Diego gave it a light squeeze. "Look at me, it won't hurt if you look at me".

You turned, locking eyes with the umbrella academy graduate only to release a low growl "It still fucking hurts Diego".

"Let me kiss it better". Diego puckered his lips at you, hoping for a laugh or even a smile to ease your pain, but of course you weren't that type of person.

"If you even try such a thing, I will burn your lips off".

Diego smirked at that, taking notice of how your time spent sending him fake threats took your mind off the pain. Soon enough, many curse words later, you were stitched up and told to wait for paperwork, a wheelchair, and the official go from the doctor. Diego stood beside you, still holding your hand despite it all being over. The best part was that you hadn't told him to let go.

"You, okay?" Diego let the question slip, watching as you nodded slowly eyeing your stitches.

"Thanks" The word came in a mumble, but Diego heard you just fine, trying to hide his smile as you avoided his gaze. Diego then let himself lean forward, pressing a short kiss to the top of your head. There was a silence to which Diego thought he would be beaten half to death for such an act, but you simply sat there still grasping his hand.

"My lips are still intact it seems".

You glanced his way, a small grumble escaping you "They won't be if you keep talking".

"Oh my god" Diego's eyes widened, the realisation dawning on him. "You liked that didn't you?".

You let out a small "No”, but he'd caught you appreciating his affections and had no intention of letting it go. It was the one time when he hadn't been beaten half to death for caring about you, he wanted to make sure you knew how much that meant. He also wanted you to admit that you enjoyed such care.

"You like holding my hand".

"No, I don't".

"Then why won't you let go?".

There was silence, you avoiding his gaze once again before you heaved a sigh.

"If I admit that I don't despise you, will leave me alone?".

Diego nodded, smile on his lips "I don't think you want me to leave you alone, but sure".

You were quiet for a moment, looking toward the white basin in the corner of the room "I like holding your hand Diego Hargreeves, but you better not let it go to your head".

"Too late for that sweetheart" Diego was grinning from ear to ear, eyeing you closely, and for a mere second, he swore he saw a smile threatening to spill upon your own lips. This he didn't mention however, believing you'd had enough teasing for today. In a few days from now, Diego would bring it up again, but for now he was content with the fact that maybe you liked him just as much as he did you.

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genevievemd · 1 year

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A Conversation With His Father

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey, Alan Ramsey, mentions F!MC (Genevieve McClure) Word Count: 954 Rating: G Category: Fluff Trope(s): and they realize they’re in love

Summary: While visiting his father, Ethan comes to a realization.

Warnings:

A/N: Just some fluff to end your week. Set somewhere in September of 2020, so 3 months after E and G become official af! Enjoy.

The sun begins to set as Ethan walks into the deck of his childhood home, smiling down at his phone as he texts Genevieve back. The plan had originally been for her to join him on this trip to Providence, but she’d been held back at the hospital, with concern for her new patient. She didn’t like the idea of being an hour away should something arise, which Ethan understood. Even if he was a little disappointed.

Not just because he was excited to finally introduce her to his father as his official girlfriend, but also because he loathed being away from her. Over the last year, Gen had become, not only his romantic partner, but also his best friend – as juvenile as that sounded – and the person he wanted to spend all of his free time with. It wasn’t something he’d ever had with a past girlfriend, and seemed to reinforce the notion that what he had with Gen was one of a kind.

“For someone who hated texting…” Alan joins him on the deck, sitting at the outdoor table with two mugs of after-dinner coffee.

“It’s Gen.” Ethan shakes his head, joining his father at the table.

“Oh, I had no doubts about who it was.” His father gives him a knowing smirk, causing the tips of Ethan’s ears to turn red.

“Right.” He clears his throat, putting his phone away and taking a sip of his drink.

“How are things between the two of you?”

“They’re great. Better than great, honestly.”

“That’s wonderful to hear. It’s nice to see you so happy.”

“She’s amazing, Dad,”

“I could tell that from the first time I met her. Genevieve his a rare bird.”

“Mhm.” He hums in agreement, letting his mind drift for a moment and think about all the little quirks he’s come to know about her.

The way she’s always humming some song and that more often than not a Taylor Swift song. How she dances when she eats something she loves, shifting back and worth in her seat and bobby her head with a soft little smile on her face. How free she is with her emotions, not embarrassed to cry at a commercial or tv show – how even a simple song can bring out such deep feelings.

She was so kind, full of so much empathy. Even for those who have wronged her.

The more Ethan has come to know her since that first meeting in a waiting room, the more he realized that Genevieve was truly one of a kind – a rare bird as his father had said.

“So, you two are official?” Alan raises an eyebrow, eyeing him as he takes another long sip of his coffee.

“Yes.” He smiles back, happy. “We have been since June, so it’s been a couple months.”

“About damn time.”

“I know.” Ethan laughs, but then sobers up, looking down at his coffee. “Can I be frank?”

“Of course. I’m your dad, you can always be open and honest with me.”

He nods, still looking down for a moment before lifting his eyes back up to his father. “There are days when I look at her, and hate that I pushed her away and kept things platonic for so long, but… I realize that, had I not, I don’t believe if we’d have the friendship we do, outside of our romantic feelings.”

He feels a slight sliver of anxiety, being so open and honest with his father after years of hiding his true feelings. But the only way forward in life, the only way to becoming whole and healed was to be open and honest. First with himself, and now with those he cares about most.

So Ethan allows himself to feel that anxiety, that fear of letting others see the truest version of him, but he doesn’t let it stop him. He barrels through it, knowing the end results are worth the risk.

“It feels juvenile to say, but, Gen is my best friend. I tell her everything– she knows my every thought and feeling, we joke and laugh and, it makes being with her all the better. I’ve never had that with anyone else.”

“Not even Harper?”

“No.” Ethan places his now empty mug down onto the glass table, leaning back in his seat. “Don’t get me wrong, Harper has always been a friend, but this relationship, with G, is so different.”

“You’re in love.”

Ethan freezes for a moment, a heartbeat of fear at the thought, running through his body. But it goes away as quickly as it came. A smile spreading across his face.

“I am.”

“Have you told her?”

“God, no.” He laughs nervously. “The thought alone is still incredibly jarring. I’m not ready to tell her yet. Plus, I’m not sure if G is at that point with me, and I don’t want to put undo stress or pressure on her.”

Though, his father may not know the secrets of Genevieve’s past, Ethan does. The heartbreak and struggled she’s had to endure. While he’s honored to know she trust him with that part, Ethan is all to aware of the wall that’s still around her heart. She is still cautious with him, and until Ethan knows that Genevieve realizes and trusts that she is undoubtedly safe with him, he will keep the depth of his feelings to himself.

She was willing to wait for him, and now it was his turn to show her that same patience.

“Well, from what I’ve seen,” Alan smiles at him, resting his elbows on the table as he leans closer. “I feel confident in saying that Gen loves you just as much as you love her.”

“I hope so, Dad.”

A/N: Little does he know G’s had almost the same conversation with her sister lol Thanks for reading!

(tagging separately)

#ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #open heart #open heart fanfiction #ethan x gen

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curiouslyvoidy · 7 months

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Vent under the cut.

Every time I feel like things are going to get better and be fine fate decides to impale me with the biggest serrated sword. Over and over.

Getting horribly abused throughout my whole life? This is fine, once I'm an adult and have a stable income I can get away from this and start to heal and live a better life- PSYCH!!! Ran away from home at 18 with hardly any money to my name because my step mom decided to beat the living hell out if me and I got fucking terrified for my life so I'm having to live paycheck to paycheck and barely get by.

Well this is fine. At least I'm on my own and all I need to worry about is rent and utilities because I'm lucky enough to have a partner who has a car and can drive. Not only that but we're living together so I'm not alone and I have someone I can rely on- BUT PSYCH AGAIN!!! my parents dumped all my medical bills on me the moment I turned 18 and now I'm in crippling debt and my credit has been slammed with a jack hammer

Well at least I'm not buying a house or car anytime soon. I have plenty of time to get my credit score up and it'll suck but at least I can pay my medical bills at my own pace and pray to God I can pay it all one day but PSYCH AGAIN!!!!! I'm in an incredible abnormal amount of pain and I should really see a doctor but I can't because I don't have insurance and I can't afford a hospital visit!! (THANKS AMERICA)

Well I guess I'll just have to suck it up. It can't be that bad right? Just down painkillers like crazy and save up for shoe insoles and foot braces and I should be fine I hope. Man I hope I can save enough money to keep myself in decent condition I would have to end up crippled like my parents- speaking of parents!!! Remember your bio mom? The only parent you ever loved who treated you the nicest and sure was flawed/not perfect but you love her to death? She's TERMINALLY ILL NOW!!! AND 38 YEARS OLD!!! AND YOUR THE ONLY PERSON WHO HAS A CHANCE TO SAVE HER IF SHE GOES INTO KIDNEY FAILURE BUT YOU CAN'T AFFORD AN OUT OF STATE TRAVEL TO HELP HER IF FATE DECIDES TO KILL HER SOONER RATHER THAN LATER!!!

And even if she does survive long enough for you to be able to afford to travel and give her your kidney there's only a 50% chance it'll work AND you have to sit in the same room with the homophonic transphobic racist man who verbally, physically, and sexually abused you!! AND YOU HAVE TO SMILE AND PERTEND EVERYTHING IS FINE BECAUSE YOUR MOM IS DYING AND YOU CAN'T STRESS HER OUT CAUSE IT'LL MAKE THINGS WORSE!!!!

I want to throw up and scream and cry and scream I hate my life so fucking much!!!!

And after enduring all of this, it may not even work. My mom could still die. She could still die and everything I did and endured will be for nothing.

And that's if she survives. She could die right now. She could die next year. I may not even be able to see her again if fate is to be cruelest.

#idk how to tag this #tw vent

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thestrandedrpg · 2 years

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MERIDIUM NEWS: MAY

News travels through the air on the island like salt on a sea breeze. Here is the gossip currently circulating as of May 1, 2022. Read on below the cut!

GENERAL NEWS / NOTICES:

HELP WANTED: Tamyra Williams is looking for any volunteers who would like to help her to make her dream come true - a play of her own making that will bring her back to what she knows and loves the most, acting! Volunteers can help both during the preparation and rehearsal stage, during the play itself, or afterward in the clean up. Payment is knowing that the job is well done and the best seats in the audience. Once in a lifetime opportunity, don’t miss your chance now! KNOW YOUR NEIGHBOUR: This feature spotlights something new and/or exciting about a resident. Today's lucky person is Wren! Did you know that she runs a secret starfish hospital where any starfish who's lost a limb may rest and recover until it grows back? There are some who say "what a waste of time, Wren" or "that's natural selection, Wren" or "is that my tshirt you ripped up to make slings with, Wren??" but don't listen to them! Give donations to this little angel in her charity mission.

FARM MENU: In an effort to provide balanced meals to a bunch of idiots who only seem to eat raw mangoes and avocadoes, Farmer Hardy has offered to prepare cooked dishes. First come first served. Unless you disguise yourself and get in line again because let's be honest, Farmer Tomas is a little woo-woo in the wee-wah these days and he can't tell.

- arepas with your choice of filling (fried plantain, creamed saltfish, egg & tomato, brown sugar) - stewed black eyed peas with salt beef and boiled cassava - tamales (sweet corn, octopus, or salted & garlicked oranges for some reason) - something called filliq berry that grows only on Meridium and tastes like blackberry and coffee, only available mashed and shaken with sugarcane water. May cause intense paranoia and fixation on one minor social mishap in your past life. Don't come crying to us if you suddenly remember that time you opened a soda can without knowing it had been shaken up and sprayed it all over your project partner AND the photos of their newborn that they were showing you.

NOTICE: this friday, at the falls, the only and only Theo Delaurier will be hosting a HANDWASHING CLASS. She strongly encourages anyone who cooks food to attend as she has noticed a rise in food borne illnesses. Attendants will be rewarded with some medicinal herbs and a coupon to a free medical exam, in which Theo promises to try very hard not to roll her eyes at you. addendum: if you were part of Kotka's cult, you will be publicly humiliated and turned away. small to medium sized rocks may be thrown. addendum 2: duo don't even bothering with the whole 'we need each other to survive' shit. theo reserves the right not to educate or care for people who attacked her people.

NOTICE: Maura Gallagher's unfinished school house is now back on the market, free of charge to whoever has no moral qualms about repurposing a dead woman's pet project for their own gain. Interested parties should contact ~wait, did she even have anyone to notify~ Emre Akbar, i guess? If the schoolhouse doesn't suit your real estate needs, her hut is also now vacant. Her signature denim jacket, along with her few earthly possessions, are now up for grabs! Happy scavenging!

FOUND: A fishing net that when opened out has the words 'piss off' woven on it. Belongs either to a hunter/fisher with some deep-seated issues about fishes or a spider named Charlotte. Please see J.George for collection. This time on Meridium Musicale Magica: Another mixtape playlist dedicated to our resident Meridium Pollyanna, Ms Lily Takahashi! Sent in by her admirer P.A. Rotte. We got some great bops on this one: Homeward Bound - Simon & Garfunkel Mama, I'm Coming Home - Ozzy Osbourne Country Roads, Take me Home - John Denver Who Says You Can't Go Home - Jon Bon Jovi Won't Go Home Without You - Maroon 5 Almost Home - Mariah Carey Welcome Home (Sanitarium) - Metallica Goin' Home - The Rolling Stone Obelisk Eye never closes! This week our Obelisk Operatives (ObOps) have collected the following mysteries! So pull out your magnifying glass, write in the sand, and let's do some sleuthing. - One ObOp spied Wren Augustine perched at the top of the obelisk itself. In a feat of engineering, it seems she's trying to build a treehouse balanced on the point, to rival that of Lily Takahashi! Will she succeed? We wish her well in attempting to block the Obelisk's lidless eye. ha hah. Hahhhhhh Ha. AAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAA - LAGOON-MULTIVERSES ALERT!! We've received first-hand reports that the lagoon will take you to new worlds and vistas unlike anything seen on Meridium! One witness claimed to swim through a lagoon portal that took them to a world of lime jell-o! The Obelisk Eye isn't sure what jell-o is, but we heard it's both delicious and dangerous. If you visit another world, let an ObOps know! - The Obelisk's lidless eye gives its coveted EYE SPY award to one Amber Chase! We have never seen someone on the island so determined to be cute and shady at the same time. Has our resident investigator Kaz finally acquired a rival to match his own ferreting acumen? One ObOp spied him burning old notebooks whilst loudly grinding his teeth. Revenge, or defeat? - We spotted the mysterious Sandra, who claimed she was playing a game of hide-and-seek with Amelia. After following after Sandra for 5 hours, we determined she was not seeking Amelia out at all. When questioned, Sandra had this polite response: 'I've determined that Amelia hides very well and in fact prefers to stay hidden. This game will guarantee she remains so, therefore I believe I have done her a favour. Please stop bothering me.' Any other news to report? Become an ObOp or risk being spied on! Always remember: T̶̪͋̓́̂͌̀̾͆͠H̷̺̙̥̟̼̿Ĕ̸̱͇̮̬̄̒̓̍̓̃ ̴̡͕̗͕̱͈̘͛́͋̀̈́̀̚͠͠ͅȎ̶̞̙͈͉͈̙̥͒͒̐̒͜͜B̸̧̪̀̎̃̓̉̌͠͝Ę̴͔͚̰̠͖̠̘͒̌̂͑̓́̓͝L̷̨͇̺̣̜̾̋̊̀̀͜Į̴̛̮͇̭͙̠̣̱̓̏S̴̡̗̦͚̠͖̺͋̉̾K̸͙̜̠̬̟͇͂́̎̀̒̑̇͜͝ͅ ̸̞̗̺͍̥̒̊̊̾̕͝͠͝E̵̯̺̼̤͉͉͆̄̈́́͝Ỹ̷͎̦̟͉̗̞̊͘E̷̖̫̫͂̑̽̋̈́͠ ̸͉͙̥͂̐̈́͛̊͠N̴͈̾͠È̷̬̜̘̘̇̑̈́̍͋͂͌̔͠Ṽ̴̫̰̥͓̱͕͓͆̐̈́Ȩ̸̛̦͈̗̯̘̫͙̇̀̌̾̑͊R̴̼̣̃̈́͊͠ ̸̡̖̝̬̝̊̈̕C̴̰̰̉̄̃̑͒Ļ̶̢̱̬͇̻̈́̔̈́͋̽O̵̼͍͔͂S̴̭͍̆̉͘̕E̶̮͓̯͕̓͌͋̋̉̓S̸̤̞̘͙̘͂̎̎̇̿̽͆̎̊͝!̴̣̪͈̜̲̈́̾̂̐̍̍͊͊͝ FARMER'S MONTHLY EXCERPT: It's been determined that Meridium rice grows steady and strong with a helping of blood fertilizer. Tomas Hardy - once a curmudgeonly expert farmer and now a pleasantly confused doorstop can attest to this as a known fact, given his blood was first to fertilize the staple crop. The question being: will people eat blood-rice? We'll put Siva to the test and report our findings.It has also been determined that the high ground settlement farm is now yielding mushrooms! Quite by accident, most of them unfortunately poisonous. But Sisco remains positive. Or - our apologies, we mean positively addled. Q: What do you call a post-war French mademoiselle who sent herself through weeks of penance, only to find herself caught between honesty and secrets? A: Film noir Q: What do you call a 70+ year old French woman struggling to find her way through dark tunnels, even darker phobias, hidden memories trapped in the dark recesses of her mind, and deep dark lagoon pathways? A: Canal Plus Special Farm Menu Item now available: Saddy Madi! Stop by the farm to request a specialty drink for all your post-beast traumatized needs. This drink is guaranteed to amp your anxiety, feed into all your worst worries, and help you work yourself to the bone while forgetting to eat. Simple, clean, natural ingredients: - a jigger of beestings (only harvest from bees who've naturally expired RIP), finely crushed - crushed ice that is NOT derived from Emre Akbar - aloe, lots and lots of aloe - five teardrops. Use topshelf Madi Byrd tears of guilt, for best taste. Mix well and serve raw and uncooked, at least five feet away from any fire because don't you know by now that fires only leave scars and broken hearts??

DEAR MS. MERIDIUM:

Anonymous islanders are invited to voice their questions, complaints, and compliments to the island itself. Replies are not guaranteed.

Dear Ms Meridium, I need advice. I've recently had a 4-man palanquin constructed to escort me around the island, and I might also hire it out to others (Hollywood actresses? mothers with babies?) interested in being carried long distances. My problem is finding manpower. I require four strong tall men, and have succeeded in only locating three men. A doctor, a man laying on a rock, and someone who has no interest in aiding me. That's my problem. Ms Meridium, what I'm asking is for you to procure me a tall man as my fourth. This island is in dire need of height! Regards, I'm Average Not Short

Dear Ms Meridium, Today I found a man, let's call him K. Raval. No - no let's say his name is Kaz R. This man was found asleep near the sea stairs, as the tide was coming in! I'm not sure how he got there, but this isn't the first time I've seen Kraval lie dead asleep in rather odd places. One time it was near the mouth of a known hog cave known for its hogs, another time I found him flopped so close to the heart tree fire, he could have rolled into it! I want to offer him a sleeping draught but I'm afraid I might either accidentally poison him or he'll refuse anything I try to give him (on account that it might accidentally poison him, so. This is reasonable). Any advice on how to help? Gracias, Hijo de la Madre Dear Ms. Meridium, Hey, long term fan/ first time writer. Quick question- how long can you pretend to be checking on a now completely healthy patient before she realizes you’re into her? Also, what do you do about the fact that she’s a literal goddess? I mean, that thick black hair and those lips- sorry, I’m getting off track. While I’ve got you here, any advice on getting over your childhood crush that just happens to be stranded on the same deserted island as you? Thanks, Hopeless Romantic Dear Ms. Meridium, Hear me out: Suresh wasn't a real person. He was a composite glob-creature created from coagulated water from all three lagoons, sent here to sow discord and strife. Did anybody bang him? I don't think so. Irrefutable proof right there. EMRE AKBAR WAS FRAMED BUSH DID 9/11 Sincerely, Conspiracy Tunafish Dear Ms. Meridium, What's this I keep hearing about a jinn being responsible for shit on the island? This is such bad mojo because I don't know if they mean Robin Williams or Will Smith. Those are two very different jinn and I need to understand which is messing with my life. Please clear this up for me, someone. Confused, Ain't Never Had a Friend Like Who?? Dear Ms. Meridium, If that Libby chick is teaching piano lessons I think she should offer them to EVERYONE not just her child and that hot Kaz lizard. I want to learn how to play Montero (Call Me By Your Name) on the piano and I think it's unfair that right now I have to just pretend that Iyaz Akbar's leg is my keyboard. Although I would like to do other CMBYN content with him once I find a peach hee hee! Tee hee hee! Cutely, A Precious Pony Who's Swangin

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The latest Meridium fanfiction submissions can be found pinned to the back of the Heart Tree. Let’s check out the latest titles!

TITLE: second chances RATING: G SUMMARY: talia ifrani, emre akbar and madi byrd grew up as thick as thieves, friends for life. at least that’s what they thought - when tragedy hit and talia disappeared, it drove a vedge between the two remaining friends and madi decided to run from the pain and move to america

now decades later they both found themselves on an island that was nothing like they’ve known before - and to their surprise, talia living on it. the three are faced with each other, their past hurts, and have to figure out if their friendship could survive, or if they would all go on their separate ways

TITLE: if i’d only knew you back then (maybe we could have made it work) RATING: G SUMMARY: what if when jupiter george headed to hollywood, she managed to find her father, and most importantly, her sister. the truth revealed much earlier to tamyea williams, the two navigate the risky business of the truth while also trying to find a way to deal with each other - modern!au

TITLE: i’ll fight you i promise (but maybe we will both like it) RATING: R SUMMARY: emre akbar was meant to be more than the villain of the story - he was supposed to be the hero. and yet, a few mistakes later, he found himself being hated and presumed to want to destroy the world. and if that is what’s expected of him, who is he to defy the entire world, correct?

enter kaz raval, the appointed savior, the one who was supposed to stop emre from ever succeeding in his goals. the only problem, they have once spent a summer together entangled in each other before outside circumstances forced them apart. now they have to face each other - except kaz is still as gorgeous and enticing as ever, and it’s much easier to fall in bed with him again than to fight him. to the public, they are mortal enemies. to each other… well, only time can tell (superhero!au)

TITLE: rock on! RATING: T SUMMARY: the castaways is a world-wide known lady singing group. they are on top of the world, touring and winning every award there is. but while everything is shiny from the outside, things are much messier behind the scenes:

the lead singer, libby, is sleeping with their manager AND a guitar player from another band; ilona, their guitar player, gets into a gambling debt and she cannot see a way out; hazel, the background singer, hazel, is studying to be a nurse which means late nights and her twin sister swapping in for her from time to time (without anyone knowing, of course!); the keyboard player, jupiter insists that she can see ghosts and that more and more of them are attending their concert with a sinister plan; lily, the drummer is stuck between a rock and a hard place - she wants to be part of the group, but she fears her reckless, violent past coming back to haunt her and threaten the group; and lastly, the bass player and composer is quickly falling for a fan

what could possibly go wrong?

TITLE: when the stars abound are shining down on us RATING: M SUMMARY: thulani kaba could never explain how his camera survived, why it kept on working. maybe the same magic that kept the people the same age kept the camera working as well. it didn’t matter, it gave him a comfort he’s always been grateful for. it was easier to watch and get to know people through its lenses - and his latest interest, after climbing out of the lagoon and finding a whole new group of people on the beach, was esther achebe. she was strong and fierce and loyal and always seemed to be caring for others - but who would care for her? thulani wouldn’t mind taking on that burden (canon divergence fic)

TITLE: hit me with your best shot RATING: T SUMMARY: lily is a freshman at north beach high and the first one in a hundred years who makes the women vollyball team in her freshman year. she quickly realizes that there is an extremely strong rivalry between the north beach high team and the south beach high one. lily has to prove herself on the team and bond with the other girls //story one of three of high school!au

TITLE: where heroes are made RATING: G SUMMARY: prophecies given out at camp halfblood aren’t the most regular thing, but still, nobody is fully surprised when cian’s eyes turn white and he recites the prophecy for the next big quest. soon a team is assembled, and somehow cian finds himself on it along with iyaz and iyaz’s overprotective brother, emre. the goal is simple - make sure the phophecy never gets fullfilled and evil isn’t released, yada-yada-yada. really, if he could figure out a way to spend some time alone with iyaz during all of this, he would much appreciate that

TITLE: if only i move an inch (don’t you feel the tension too) RATING: R SUMMARY: aurélie gets a phone call that tomas, her cousin has been in a car accident and wants to rush to him, but he lives across country. tamyra offers to drive her friend, who should not be doing so in this emotional state. a sudden pour of rain forces them to stop at the first motel by the side of the road. of course, there is only one room left, and of course, there is only one bed. what a shocker

TITLE: if you just look into my eyes, i might see a shine RATING: M SUMMARY: the first time wren meets her husband, kaz raval, is when she walks down the island. an arranged marriage to form a strong partnership between the two families, but wren wants nothing of the sort and considers running off and hiding away. but slowly the two of them get closer and closer (arranged marriage!au)

TITLE: if only others would stay away RATING: T SUMMARY: hazel beaufort has a problem - not kissing her roommate. it’s getting harder and harder and it seems like madi would like that too - and yet, the outside world keeps interfering

college au that shows five times hazel and madi get cockblocked from kissing, and one time they don’t

TITLE: what the hell to do now? RATING: G SUMMARY: emre doesn’t even remember the time he slept with this woman, and yet apparently he is a father, and with the mother passing on unexpectedly, he gets sole custody of the baby. iyaz is skeptical and wants to do a paternity test, but emre can do it. he practically raised iyaz, he can raise his own child. and if the lady living next door wants to help? even better for him, he’s been interested in aurélie since the two met

TITLE: hold me in the dark (we are here together, don’t be afraid) RATING: T SUMMARY: rarepair!ilona/toni (modern au) - during what was supposed to be a fun trip, the two of them get stuck in a cave system together, cut off from everyone else and low chances of survival. they have to keep the hope alive in each other, while deeper emotions and tragedies come to the surface

TITLE: sing me a song (help me save the art) RATING: M SUMMARY: libby bloom is the art teacher of meridium high school and she loves it. and yet, without any warning matthew alphonsus, the school director, announces to her that the art department will be shut down and suddenly libby feels like she is in a hallmark movie without an actual love interest - except this is her life, and now she has to figure out a way to save this place. and maybe, by the end of it, a love interest shows up too, in the form of the music teacher, tomas hardy. if she plays her cards right, that is

TITLE: one step too close to disaster RATING: T SUMMARY: tomas hardy is ready for his wedding day. the only problem? most of his friends think he is marrying the wrong girl. even bigger problem? the universe seems to agree about that too?

the night before the big day, three women (in spirit form; how this was even possible, tomas wasn’t sure, all of these women were alive and some were even coming to his wedding!) visit him - women who have meant a lot to him in different ways and different steps of his life, each exploring one aspect of his love life: the past, the present, the future. can these spirits change his mind or would he make the biggest mistake of his life?

TITLE: your aim is almost as bad as your cooking RATING: R SUMMARY: amber chase and gabriel beaumont met five years ago (maybe six) and fell hard for each other right away. and yet now their marriage was falling apart and suddenly secrets turned each other against one another, including actually having to kill the other one. can they go through with it? or will their bond prove to be stronger? /// mr. and mrs. smith au with rarepair!amberxgabriel

#meridium news

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Clint finds an underground doctor (kinda like Claire, but it's R) to patch them/Kate up, and Kate keeps hitting on him (the doctor).

Kate Bishop x GN!reader

"So where are we going again?" Kate questions as she and Clint stumble down a back alleyway.

"To see a friend," is all Clint says, holding his arm which currently has a bullet in it.

A few more steps and Clint finally stops, looking around to make sure no one followed them before knocking, or more like pounding on the door.

You hear the pounding from your bed, seeing on your alarm clock that it's nearly 1am and begrudgingly get up to answer knowing exactly who it is.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to come to my home," you scowl at Clint as you open the door.

"I need some patching up," Clint says gesturing to his bloody arm.

"This is the last time Clint," you say, letting him and the girl he's with inside, "next time I'm making you wait until the clinic opens I don't care if you bleed out mister avenger… and who's your new sidekick?"

"Hi I'm Kate and I'm not really a sidekick I'm more like his partner and also best friend," Kate tells you with a smile on her face.

"I like her, a lot more cheery than you Barton and much prettier," you tease your friend.

Kate blushes and thinks to herself how cute you are.

"How did you guys meet?" She asks.

"Well less than a week after I completed my residency half the world's population disappeared and with less people means less need for hospitals so the one with my fancy new job was one of the ones forced to close so instead I opened up a free clinic to help people in need because the US still didn't want to give everyone free Healthcare and Clint here decided running a free clinic meant I had the time to be his own personal doctor," you explain.

"Was that when you were the Ronin?" Kate questions Clint.

"The what?" You say confused.

"Nothing," Clint states, "can you get this damn bullet out of my arm already?"

You slip your gloves on and grab your tools, gladly causing Clint a little pain as you dig the bullet out of his arm.

"I thought you would have taught yourself how to do this by now," you joke, pulling the bullet out of his flesh.

"I want the kid to see how it's done," he lies.

"Yeah sure cause you totally weren't about to cry when Maya kicked your arm after getting shot," Kate laughs.

"I don't cry," Clint says defensively.

You lean over to Kate and mutter, "I've seen him cry, ask him about the time he had a throwing star stuck in his ass cheek," making her burst out laughing.

Clint glares at you and you roll your eyes, starting to stitch him up.

"So do you… have a girlfriend?" Kate asks you.

"No I don't have a girlfriend," you reply.

"A boyfriend? Partner?" She says casually.

"No I'm not seeing anyone," you chuckle.

"So I could come to you like anytime I need medical assistance or do I need to wait for clinic hours too?"

"No Kate, you can come by anytime you'd like… even if you don't need medical assistance," you smile.

"Okay if you two are done doing whatever it is you two are doing can we finish this up I'd really like to get some sleep," Clint sighs.

You cut off the end of the string used for his stitches and snap off your gloves.

"Would you like a band aid Clint? I've got some with dinosaurs and some with butterflies on them," you tease.

"Ooh you would look so good in the butterfly ones," Kate laughs.

"Alright let's go," Clint grunts, getting up from his chair and slipping his jacket back on.

"I've got lollipops too since you were such a good boy," you crack and Clint flips you off.

"Wait but do you have the cherry ones those are so good," Kate says.

You chuckle and open a bag with supplies you were going to take to the clinic in the morning and find the lollipops you have for the kids, handing Kate a cherry one.

"See you around Y/N," Kate says, popping the lollipop in her mouth as Clint is practically dragging her to the door.

"I'll see you later Kate," you wink at her and she gets so flustered she trips over her own feet.

"Bye," she says again trying to recover and look cool after her fumble.

You smile and Clint groans, he shouldn't have brought her with him tonight now he was going to have to deal with her crushing on you.

#marvel imagine #hawkeye imagine #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x reader #x gender neutral reader #fic

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kittyt-hexxed · 2 years

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Hexed (Vi/POC!Reader) - Ch. 11

Next Upload Date: February 6th

Chapter Eleven - Settling In

Warnings: Murder, Enforcer Violence, Flashbacks, Bloodlust

Summary: You’re starting to settle into the community after being in a coma. Finding your place turns out to be a lot easier than you thought, but something is going on with you.

After you woke up, you spent most of your time working out and regaining your full mobility. Heather started joining you in the mornings and you realized that her bungalow was closest to yours. You found yourselves becoming fast friends. You did everything together when you could, and you loved it.

Scar was pleasant to be around. He was very protective and acted like an older brother to you and Ekko. On the days your body seemed to fail you, Scar would be there to catch you when you fell. He watched you closely as you gained your strength back and took interest in your gymnastics and ballet routines. You remembered everything Professor Uley had taught you. You would spend time stretching, testing your range of motion, and start from the beginning. Scar asked if he could join you one day, and the next thing you knew you were teaching Ekko too. Heather got a huge laugh out of that one.

On one chilly day, Scar told you he has a partner who lived on her own in Zaun. He told you that once he had enough money saved up, he was going to bring her to the Grotto. She was stubborn and didn’t want to leave her job until she knew that they’d be okay. No matter how many times he told her that she didn’t have to, she insisted that she didn’t want to take advantage of Ekko’s hospitality. You found that very sweet, and told Scar that you couldn’t wait to meet her.

Eventually, you met Eve. She was an interesting character. She was quite bubbly and very touchy, but nonchalant at the same time. She liked to hang around you when your brother was with you but didn’t interact with you otherwise. Heather said that made you lucky because once Eve started talking she’d never stop. You suspected that Heather might not be a fan of hers in general, but you shrugged it off. Who were you to judge someone by another person’s opinion on them?

Ekko didn’t let you leave the compound until he knew that your body was back up and running. Once the healer fully cleared you, you found yourself practicing with him the next morning. So, you proved it to him with a kick to the face.

Ekko stares at you with wide eyes as blood drips from his nose and he laughs. Ekko laughs so hard that he was bent over and clutching at his stomach. The others who watched this happen were horrified that you had just nailed their leader in the face. Eve’s expression was particularly entertaining.

“Y-You didn’t even see it coming!” You laugh, wheezing as Ekko playfully glares at you. Scar gives you a disappointed look and hands him a cloth, “You didn’t need to kick your brother in the face. Anywhere else would’ve been fine.” Scar playfully scolds you. You shake your head incredulously and pout, “It’s fine! He’s fine! He’s laughing!” You pointed at Ekko who immediately faked crying when Scar glanced at him.

“Hey! You liar!” You gasp, causing Ekko to break character and laugh again. Scar shook his head but you could tell he was trying to hide his amusement. Ekko stayed seated as he held the cloth to his nose before signing to you, “You can go off-base but take Eve. She’ll show you how to get in and out. Your gear isn’t ready yet, but it should be later.” You grin as Eve looks between the two of you in confusion.

“Thanks, little brother! Bye, older brother!” You chirp. Scar just rolls his eyes and goes back to tending to Ekko. You walk over to Eve with a grin, “You’re coming with me and we’re getting out of here!” You didn’t give her time to answer as you grab your things and walk away. Excited for the trip, you have a skip in your step as you head for the gate.

“Wait! What was Ekko doing? Communicating with you?” Eve questions as she catches up with you at the gate. She takes off her hoverboard and places it in its holding slot by the entrance. When the Firelights didn’t go on missions, they left their boards behind unless it was necessary. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself in the undercity. Ekko hadn’t given you yours yet because he was making adjustments to it. He said it’d be done soon, and you were very happy about it.

You nod as you head through the tunnel, “Ekko and I created our own language from gestures as kids. It was better to be completely silent and avoid the risk of being caught that speaking could bring. We would get into all kinds of trouble.” You froze. The entrance of the compound leads to the Burning Fissure. The steam from the geysers below billowed up in front of you.

“You’re right, Vi.” You sighed again and took a few steps back. Vi’s face lost the cocky look and her eyebrows lowered into a confused expression, “I would rather jump into the Rift than crush on you.” You took another step, the ground fading away from underneath you. For a brief second, you were weightless before gravity took a hold of you and you dropped.

Vi shrieked.

Eve dropping down jostles you from the memory and she slings her arm over your shoulder, “That’s so cool! I’m an only child so I didn’t have anyone else. I don’t understand what it means to kick your sibling in the face, but Ekko didn’t seem to mind.” She laughed. “A lot of us didn't think you’d make it, buttercup, but you proved us wrong. That really gives you a lot of respect.” Eve pats your shoulder. Her calling you buttercup rubbed you the wrong way. It felt like she was being condescending instead of inviting and friendly. ‘I’m just overthinking things. This is my first time alone with her.’ You give her an unsettled glance as she walks to the edge of the fissure.

“What are you doing?” You ask cautiously.

“Relax.” Eve laughs as she steps forward. A transparent, green bridge appeared, “There’s an invisible bridge here that appears when it senses a pin in my anklet.” She taps her boot against the ground. “You get to choose what to put it in. Ekko should be giving you yours when you come back. It’s another safety feature. You’ll learn that everything about us is secret because of what we do.” You glance back down at the fissure before carefully stepping onto the bridge. When you realize it can hold your weight, you walk across with Eve. Once across, you turn to watch it disappear and see the steam rise through the space again. As you gaze around, your eyes land on the place you and Vi sat all those years ago. “I can’t- I can’t lose you too.” Vi whimpered, “Not like I lost my parents.” You close your eyes in pain and force a whimper down. With a heavy sigh, you follow Eve away from the base. ‘You didn’t lose me, Vi. I lost you.’

The lights of the Entresol district stood out and made your heart sing. As much as you loved your little hideaway, Zaun was still your home. You weave in and out of the alleys until you are just off of the main street. You relax your posture and take a deep breath. The familiar burning feeling brought an exciting rush to your body. ‘I’m home. I wonder what has changed.’ You check to make sure your hood is still in place.

“So, where are we going?” Eve asked as you hesitate to continue forward.

“We’re going to Markee’s Parlor. Ekko told me that she’s still doing business, and I want to get rid of my roots and fix up my hair. Two years of sleep doesn’t help my curls’ health.” You take another deep breath, trying to encourage yourself to take the step.

“After that?”

“After that, I’m walking around Zaun. I want to see all of the changes.” You step out of the alleyway and your eyes widen. Everywhere you turn there’s something different. Fluorescent lights decorate the buildings, stores have shinier bars on their windows, and even Jericho’s little shop was decked out. When you see The Last Drop, you can’t believe what you’re looking at. It was bigger than you remembered, with a green fluorescent eye symbol on it. You had so many memories from that place.

Powder’s face is focused as she tries to kick the front door open. You watch in amusement as she slams her foot into the door. It rattles but stays closed as she loses her balance and falls over. You laugh as Powder pouts. Seconds later, Vander opens the door and pauses when he sees Powder on the floor.

“Again?” He chuckles, “At least you didn’t hurt yourself this time, squirt.”

“That’s Silco’s main base. It’s been turned into a nightclub, and Silco’s people hang out there when it’s closed. I haven’t been inside, but I heard it looks great.” Eve explains. You grunt and head down the street to Markee’s Parlor. It’s relieving to see that her store still looked the same on the outside.

You push the door to Markee’s Parlor open and step out of the way as a person comes flying towards you. You hear shouting and turn your attention back to the scene in front of you. There was a very large woman standing in the middle of the parlor with purple veins and glowing eyes. Eve lets out a gasp and grabs your arm in urgency, “She’s dosed with Shimmer. We’ve gotta get out of here! We can come back later, but I don’t have the ability to take her on.”

The memory of the explosion flashes before your eyes and you see the twisted version of Deckard slamming into the doors before the image of the woman in front of you takes his place. Anger floods your veins and you grit your teeth. Your hand twitches and you flick your wrists and a pair of daggers slide out of their holders.

“Where did you get those from?!” Eve hisses.

“Hide.” You snarl as you stalk forward. Your eyes never left the brute in front of you. ‘Young one. Be cautious.’ Umbra’s voice echoes through your mind.

“What?! Why-!” Eve questions, startled.

“-HEY!” You scream over the shouting. Everyone goes quiet and turns towards you, “Didn’t anyone tell you that taking drugs is bad for you?” The woman roars and rushes at you. ‘I guess not.’ You take a deep breath and focus your concentration on the air rushing towards you. You dodge out of the way of her fist and snarl at her. Something cracks inside of you as you witness the abnormal way the woman moves. ‘That’s not human.’ You stab your dagger through her wrist and she screams in pain but continues trying to hit you. ‘Not human. Don’t refer to it as human.’ You let go of the dagger and duck under her other hand. You watch the veins in its neck bulge and pulse purple. ‘You’re not human. You’re a monster.’ Its bluish-white eyes land on you and you feel a feral rage sink into your bones. ‘Kill it. Kill it. Kill it.’ You chant to yourself.

Without a thought, you twist and slice the other dagger at its neck. You feel it catch the skin and push harder. The monster lets out a scream that turns into a gurgle as it hits the floor. You turn to completely face it as blood pours from its neck onto the wood. Instead of the regular red, it was a gross muddy purple and you tsk in disgust. The monster’s body stops moving, stops trying to reach for you and you look up to see Eve staring at you in horror. Her eyes were wide, mouth hung open and her body was stiff. You glance back down at the monster but feel nothing but a cold fury. ‘Why would someone make such a thing?’ An ache that you didn’t know was there felt satisfied.

“Snowflake? My little snowflake? Is that you?” You turn and see Markee staring at you in awe and disbelief. Your heart warms hearing the nickname Markee had given you years ago. She called you “snowflake” and your brother “little sunshine” when you first dyed your hair. You smile at the old woman and pull your dagger out of the monster. Markee had gained a few more wrinkles and smile lines in the time that you’ve been gone. Then you realize that your hood fell down so she can see your face.

“Hey, grandma. Sorry about the floor. Can you help me fix up this rat's nest? Apparently, I’ve been sleeping for too long.” You sheepishly rub the back of your neck. Tears well up in her eyes and she rushes forward to pull you into a tight hug. You wince at the strength of the hug but happily return it. Your parents may be gone, but your de-facto grandma was still kicking.

Eve mostly stayed silent the rest of the time you were in Zaun. All she did was follow you around and occasionally explain something. You were content with the silence and enjoyed seeing the new changes to the place. Some of the changes were good and benefited the place, but your heart sank when you saw The Last Drop again. It looked so different on the outside, especially with the guards posted up that weren’t there before. They glare at you as you stare at them. You shake your head, clearing the memories away and keep walking.

“Come on, Eve. Let’s head back.”

That day should’ve been the first sign of something wrong with you. You had never killed a person on purpose before then but you did it with ease. After only a few weeks awake, you shouldn’t have been able to kill a person dosed up with shimmer. It was worrying how easily you were able to separate the woman from being human into being a monster.

You watch as the gate gets rolled open to let you in. Eve pointed out that for members of the Firelights, there’s a device that indicates who’s at the gate. There’s always someone on watch, even at nighttime. You part ways with Eve and head over to the tree.

“Sis!” Ekko’s voice sounds from behind you. You pause and turn to see him walking towards you with a grin on his face, “Your hoverboard is done. We just need to attach the dock to your clothes.” He lifts the hoverboard and you can see the dock resting against it.

“Great! We can go do that now since I don’t have anything to do.” You take the items from him and the two of you walk outside together. You head for an open patch of grass and flick the switch to turn the board on. It hums and you let it sink towards the ground. Ekko has you put your coat on and he attaches the dock to it. There is a hiss followed by a click and Ekko gives you a thumbs up.

“Oh, sis. Before we get started…” Ekko digs through his pocket and pulls out the blue pin you gave him a few years ago. Your breath caught in your throat. He had turned it into a leather bracelet, “I thought it would be cool to use it as your bridge access pin. I… hope you don’t mind.” He blushes and rubs the back of his neck.

“I love it, and I’m glad you kept it all these years.” You hug him and put it on, “Thanks, Kiko. This means a lot to me.” You brush your finger over it thinking of Claggor.

Claggor walked over and handed you a small pin of a bluebird, “I wanted to apologize for what Mylo did. It wasn’t right, and I had found this while I was out today. This is for you.” You took the small pin from him and examined it. It was a little pin dedicated to Janna, the wind spirit who made Zaun possible. You grinned. “Thank you, Claggor.” You feel the grief rise but you squash it down to focus. It would need all of your attention.

“Alright! Let's get this started!” Ekko grins at you and steps back. You take a deep breath and step onto the board. You thought you’d go flying off of it but it stayed still. Ekko pulls his board out and gets onto it as well. You can feel the vibration of the board in your legs, but it didn’t sound loud at all.

“Okay, so the hoverboard is pretty intuitive once you know how to stand on it properly. If you put your weight on your heels-” Ekko’s board moves back, “it moves backward. It’s the opposite if you put your weight on your toes.” You watch his toes dip forward and the board follows. He recenters his weight and starts to drift around you in lazy circles, “To move any other way you just have to move your body. The board should grip your shoes so going up or down shouldn’t cause any issues. I’ll be right beside you, so don’t worry about falling.” Ekko gives you a genuine smile and you give him a nervous one in return. The only thing keeping you tethered to the board was your shoes, and even then, it wasn’t a permanent stick.

You take a deep breath and shift your weight. The board slowly drifts forward and you giggle. “You’ve got this, sis! Keep going!” Ekko grins. You slowly move back and forth, making small turns and even going up and down. Your heart was beating quickly, but Ekko’s encouragement was keeping you going. Recentering your weight, you narrowed your eyes, “Ekko, how fast do these boards go?” You turn to your brother. He was fully relaxed and rotating in a small circle. Ekko gave you a suspicious look, “Uh, they move quickly. Faster than a person can run, at least. The propelling system has to be upgraded so it can go even faster. ” You nod your head as excitement floods your system. You bite your lip while fidgeting and Ekko’s eyes widened when he realized what you were about to do.

“Catch me, if you can!” You shout and lean heavily to one side. A gasp left your lips as the hoverboard took off and you shouted in excitement. Everything seemed to rush past you. Things slightly blurred as you circled around the tree and your adrenaline rose.

“HEY! HAWK IS ON HER HOVERBOARD!” You glanced down and saw people waving at you and shouting their encouragement. You laugh and keep going as Ekko slides into place next to you, “You’re crazy!” He laughs, “And I love it!”

“I can’t get the hang of it if I don’t try, right?!” You laugh with him.

“Watch this!” Ekko starts pulling tricks and encourages you to try them out. He walks you through it, and you watch in elation as he jumps off his board, spins around and lands back on it. A relieved breath escapes your lungs as he comes back up to your level. You take a deep breath before jumping. You feel your feet leave the board, the wind whipping around you as you twist in the air. Facing up, you make eye contact with Ekko who has a huge happy grin on his face. Behind him was the sky. Miles and miles of blue covered by fluffy white clouds. That’s when you realized that you really loved being up in the air like this. You felt free.

It was too early in the morning for anyone to be awake, but you were in your lab. You and Ekko built a workspace for the two of you to do some work. It was one of the few things you begged him for and he agreed. A record from one of your favorite bands was playing in the background. Heat rolled out of the forge and warmed the room up considerably. You had taken the fans you stole from Vi four years ago and finally managed to figure out how to upgrade them. Your blueprints were plastered all over the walls. You took apart the fans and cast the blades before carefully melting them down along with the daggers you made from the Piltoven metal.

♪ You pull the trigger just for fun ♪

You stir the molten mixture as excitement sets in. You had been using a pair of dual daggers that you adored, but those fans had stayed glued to your mind. They had so much potential. You pause and reach for a little glass vial. Inside of it were hextech shards that you found in the building where you died. They looked like pieces of stained glass so you were thrilled to see that they were still there. You grind them up and toss them into the mixture. Since it was already broken, Umbra and Iesura didn’t mind you using it. They were morbidly interested in how it would integrate with your weapon.

♪ Forgetting I'm a loaded gun ♪

“So hate me for the things I've done! And not for what I've now become!” You sing along as you lift the crucible. You pour the mixture into each cast, taking care not to spill any onto the floor. You had twenty-four casts laid out on the concrete and they all glowed orange.

You sit in your chair with a huff while you wait for them to cool. You have another goal in mind. It was hard destroying shimmer when the pushers were there doing everything they could to defend it. It also didn’t help that Enforcers didn’t care if you were doing good. If you were caught trespassing, they’d come at you and sometimes they didn’t intend on letting the Firelights leave alive.

♪ Crawling from hell, Fallen from grace ♪

There had to be a way for the Firelights to incapacitate someone without injuring them. While you didn’t mind getting dirty, it wasn’t efficient to fight your way in or out of a mission. Ekko still hadn’t given you permission to join them either.

“I need something that can be used as a trap but won’t harm the person trapped by it.” You sigh in frustration. You cross off another item from the list.

♪ And there is nothing left to take ♪

‘That’ll trap the person and then immediately start dissolving their skin. That’s not what the Firelights want to do.’ You hit your head against the desk and groan. You loved a challenge but this?!

♪ Leaving the past to the grave! So we can reincarnate! ♪

“I’ve tried everything guys! The only other item on the list is cadian and that stuff never comes off.”

‘Why don’t you take a break? You’ve been in the lab all day, child.’

“No. I need to figure this out.” You huff and get up from your chair. Since the blades are going to be very thin, the metal had cooled enough that it was holding its shape. You dropped them out of the casing directly into a water bath causing the water to hiss with steam.

♪ So hate me cause you're standing still, watching while I shoot to kill! ♪

The music faded away as you fell deep into thought. You weren’t paying much attention to the work in front of you. You didn’t want to let your brother down. They had managed for years by being sneaky, but they lost people along the way. Being sneaky could only help when they weren’t expected. You sigh, look down at the barrel of water and lift one of the blades out by the small binding loop.

You turn your grindstone on and run the blade along it. After a few seconds, you lift it away and reinspect it. Curiosity got the better of you and you gently brushed your thumb along the blade. You grin widely as a thick bead of blood welled up.

‘This will be a dangerous weapon.’

“Thank you!” You chirp and place the blade down. You put a bandage on your thumb, grab your coat and skip out of your lab. Now that you know the blades will work, you were content to take a break even though you haven’t solved the other issue.

You pull a piece of paper out of your pocket and inspect it. Over the course of a few weeks, you did some investigating. Ekko had told you what happened to Powder and you had been trying to find her. There was a power shift in Zaun and a lot of things had changed, but one thing that didn’t was your information network. You had hoped to look for her sooner, but you had to be very careful and learn about the new Zaun first. You didn’t want anyone to know you were looking for her in the first place.

You placed out a few feelers and managed to snag some information. It was difficult to find out where she was. You did a lot of stalking and pin-pointing sightings of Powder in order to find an exact location.

You found yourself sneaking to a large metal object floating over a cliff. You crouched low and listened to the music blaring.

“Well, here goes anything.” You mutter to yourself. You jump onto the top of the suspended building and slide down. You hit the metal pathway with a thud and immediately jump out of the way of a bullet. You gasp and run for cover as more bullets trail after you. You slid behind some boxes and tried to catch your breath. ‘No one should be here!’ Two seconds later, a metal contraption lands near your feet. Your first instinct was to kick it away and you were glad you did when it exploded. ‘Holy shit I would’ve been in pieces by now!’ Your heart leapt into your throat.

“YOU BETTER COME OUT BEFORE I BLOW YOU INTO TWO!” A girl’s voice screamed at you over the music. You sit there and weigh your options before nodding to yourself. You carefully creep around the boxes and try to get behind the person. The music turned off and the next thing you knew you were being yanked backwards. You yelp as you land on your back and feel a weight on top of you. For a few tense seconds, you wrestle with your attacker before you process the blue hair and stop. Your wrists were slammed to the metal flooring and you hissed as her knees dug into your sides.

“You made a big mistake coming here-” Powder froze when she finally got to see your face. You stare into her blue eyes as they start to water.

“Hey, Powder.” You said softly.

“No.” Powder lets you go and scrambles backwards, “No. No. No. You’re dead.” She says hysterically. You slowly sit up and raise your hands, “I know how shocked you might be right now… but I promise you, I am very much alive.”

“No!” She shouted, “I saw your body! I saw the blood! You’re dead!” Powder launches a knife at you and you roll out of the way. You get up off the ground and watch as she clutches at her head as she sobs. ‘A panic attack?’ Worried and remembering her old attacks, you run over to her and pull her into your arms before she can react.

“NO!” She shrieks again and thrashes around in your arms, “You can’t trick me! You’re not real!” You hold onto her tightly, whispering soothing things to her but grit your teeth in pain when you feel her sink her teeth into your shoulder. Powder thrashes around for a few more seconds before freezing. You felt the blood run down your shoulder as Powder relaxed in your grip.

“Y-Y/n?” Powder said with a shaky voice. You pull away and find yourself staring into her eyes again. You give her a small smile and nod your head, “Hey, flower. Long time no see, huh?” You gasp when Powder squeals and lunges at you. You grunt as your body hits the ground and she snuggles into you. You blush, not used to being this close to someone, and pat her head.

“I thought I killed you.” You hear her sniffle and you smile sadly.

“You did, but they managed to bring me back recently.”

“And you’re here? After everything? You must know what happened.”

“I do, but I came here for you. I couldn’t leave you alone.” You stroke her hair.

“Alone? I’ve had you guys. You, Mylo and Claggor have been keeping me company.” Powder lifts her head and you furrow your brow.

“Powder...” You say gently, “They died that night. I-I died that night.” Powder bites her lip and sighs.

“I know. I hear their voices. Not all of the time, but when I’m stressed or really sad. Claggor tries to cheer me up and Mylo is always telling me that I’m a jinx and I can’t do anything right. Then, there’s you. You’re encouraging me to keep trying, to keep inventing and think about the next step.” Sadness sets in as you hear her talk about the voices she hears. Powder was left all alone with nothing but her thoughts. You couldn’t imagine how Silco treated her.

“Well, Mylo was never nice to either of us, so don’t listen to him, okay?” You pat her head, “And, I’m here now. So, I can encourage you in person!”

Powder stares at you with wide eyes, “No one has told me not to listen to him before. Silco just says he doesn’t exist.” She flinches and whimpers and you hold her tighter to you, “You mean it, though? You’ll come see me?” Powder was clinging to you and you could tell that she didn’t want you to leave.

“Of course, Pow.”

“Do you… Do you know what happened to Violet?” Powder’s eyes dulled.

“I um… heard that she died that night.” You answer tentatively. Your heart clenches and you feel a knot in your throat. You hadn’t addressed Vi passing away at all since waking up. You kept pushing the memories away since they were too painful.

“I-I miss her. I missed you… Vi hit me that night when her anger got the best of her, and she left me alone. That’s when Silco found me.” Tears started falling down her face, “I waited for her to come back. I just want my sister back! A-And then they told me she died.” Powder was sobbing now and you rubbed her back to console her, “I still keep waiting! I want Violet! I want Vander! I didn’t mean to kill them!” Powder was having a meltdown and you let her. You could tell that she needed this, so you held your tears in.

“Please don’t leave me! Please! E-Ekko and I got into a nasty fight because I refused to leave with him and he hasn’t come back since. I-I said things I shouldn’t have and I drove away my only friend!” Powder buried her face into your chest as she cried.

“I don’t blame you for that night and I’m sure Vi didn’t either.” You sit up and wipe away her tears, “I know it was an accident, and I’m so happy to see that you’re alive. I didn’t know what happened to you that night, but I hoped that you were okay… I told you years ago that I’m never leaving you. And guess what? I came back from the dead!” You tap her nose and she giggles, “I can’t always be around, but I’ll come back. Silco has hurt my family. I won’t forgive him, and I won’t let him take you. We’ll get through this together, little blue, okay?” Powder nods her head and wipes her eyes. You sit in silence for a moment as you pull her into another hug.

“So… show me those bombs of yours.” You watch as Powder perks up and starts rambling. She pulls you up from the ground and you spend a lot of time with her that day. When you had to leave, she clung to you and begged you to stay for the night. So, you did, and just like a few years ago Powder curled up next to you in bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, you told Ekko that you found Powder and had a long talk. Ekko explained the fight and how Powder had said some hurtful things to him, but that he wasn’t upset with her. The two of you agreed that you’d keep going to see her and be there to support her as best as you could. He gave you a golden belt buckle and asked you to give it to her along with a note. You tucked it into your bag so you wouldn’t forget it the next time you went.

Ekko had left for an emergency mission right after that. A group of Firelights had been caught by Enforcers and he had to go break them out. Things were getting more dangerous without a way to incapacitate them.

“What if he got caught too?” You mutter as you pace in your bungalow.

‘Your brother is strong. He is well.’

“But what if he isn’t? What if he’s hurt and needs me?” You let out a heavy sigh, “I don’t even know where he went.”

‘Calm down, child. Your brother is okay.’

“No. No.” You shake your head, “Something’s wrong. I can feel it.” You grab your hoverboard and snap it into place. ‘I have no idea where he went. I need some way to get to him. I need to find him.’

A soft crackling noise catches your attention and you look up. Your eyes widen when you see the space in front of you cracking and becoming warped like the space within your mind. “What the hell? What is this?” You gasp as the cracks get wider and open what looks like a rift in the space. Its appearance reminds you of a torn piece of paper in the middle of a page. You move closer before you hear a pained yell that startles you. It sounded too familiar.

“Ekko?!” You shout and run into it. Light bursts across your vision and the crystals in your skin heat up and vibrate. It felt like dropping into water as the magic surrounded you and caressed your skin. As quickly as it happened, you find yourself staggering onto a roof and steadying yourself. You hear another yell and run to the edge of the building you were on.

Ekko and a group of Firelights are surrounded by Enforcers and trying to fight them off. You watch as an Enforcer pulls a gun out and points it at Ekko’s head. It seems like your world stops. Their masks blurred and morphed into something monstrous. A memory from your childhood flashed into your mind. Monsters. Your childish screams ring in your mind. You suck in a sharp breath and see red. You launch yourself off the roof with a furious roar that echoes in the alley. The people below you snap their heads up, as your daggers appear in your hands and you feel them vibrate.

With a flick of your wrist, your dagger soars through the air. You didn’t expect it to do much except scare the monster, but it shouted in pain and bent over to grab its leg. Blood was pouring out of the disgusting wound with the dagger sunk to the hilt in its leg. The metal of its suit had no resistance against your dagger. Your feet hit the ground and you pitch forward into a roll, popping up behind the metal figure. There are screams as your other blade sinks into the back of the monster’s neck with an eerie sound of metal breaking. You twist the knife and with a rough yank, a loud crack sounds through the alley. Your other hand pulls the dagger in the thigh out before the body topples to the floor with a broken neck.

It was silent. You turn and look at the mixed crowd of monsters and Firelights looking at you in shock and horror. Your eyes zero in on a monster that was taking the opportunity to reach for Heather and you pounce with a screech. Ekko yelps as he blocks a swinging gun and lashes out with his clock arm. You manage to glimpse the gear strike his attacker in the side as you breeze past him. Your heart was pounding. You can hear your blood racing through your body as you charge.

Your blades go through the monster’s throat and shouting fills the air once again. The fight continued but this time the monsters fought as their lives depended on it. ‘Kill the monsters.’ You chant to yourself as you pivot and kick one in the face before stabbing another in the abdomen. Your head felt as though it was on fire and you glared at the monsters before you. Their visors twist into something wretched and the screaming taunts fill your mind. ‘They’re trying to hurt my brother.’ You hiss to yourself. Your eyes flicker wildly at the scene in front of you. ‘They’re trying to hurt my family!’ You let out a deranged scream causing the Firelights near you to startle. Frantically, the monsters turn to you with their weapons and shoot.

You are simultaneously caught in a memory while fighting in reality. You dodge the bullets, grabbing one of the monsters and cutting off its hand that was holding a gun. Blood splatters across your face as the monster screams and holds its bleeding stump. Your humanity blurs as you slash, stab, and punch the monsters around you.

When the last body falls, you run to Ekko and pull him into a crushing hug. Your heart is beating a mile a minute as tears form in your eyes. You are shaking as you try to calm yourself down. You were more worried for your brother than you were for yourself.

“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” You gasp out and frantically check him over. Ekko gently pushes you back and grabs your shoulder, “ I’m okay, Hawk. They surprised us and killed Gena before we could react. You got here before they could do anything else. ” Ekko points to the body in Heather’s arms with a sigh.You were shaken up by what had occurred. How you even got here was still a mystery to you. Now that you weren’t in action, your emotions were setting in and you felt hot and agitated. You were keenly aware of the blood drying on your face, the heat still radiating from your daggers, and the eerie silence from the Firelights.

“You killed those Enforcers. ” Zyn mutters, “You didn’t even hesitate to jump into the fight.”

“We’d be burying more bodies if I did.” You say coldly and Zyn raises his hands in surrender.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I-I’m impressed. I didn’t even know you were here. Much less that you had it in you to kill a person… or eight.”

“No one is taking my family away. Not after we’ve found each other again. That goes for all of you.” Your hand twitches as a stream of blood passes your foot. Your eyes follow it to an Enforcer whose metal chest plate was caved in. You recognized Ekko’s clock hand’s markings and nod silently in appreciation.

“No one mentions what happened here, got it?” Heather said lowly, “No one outside of this group is to know that Hawk can kill Enforcers in their metal gear or that we killed them. We’re a tight group, so let's keep it tighter.” The others agreed, relieved to be alive, and Ekko thanked them for it. You gathered up any evidence that could lead to the Firelights, torched the bodies, and left.

The ride back to the Grotto was a silent one. You landed in an area where no one would see you and the blood covering your face. With a few parting words, the others headed to the Amphitheater with Gina’s body. Her funeral would be held within the next few hours.

The reality of the situation sets in and you slide to the ground in overwhelming confusion. You didn’t mean to attack the Enforcers like that. You’ve never even killed other than that shimmer monster. You saw that they were about to shoot Ekko and that was it. You were filled with rage and… a horrible urge to see their blood cover the walls. It was strong and took over your mind. You were fully aware of what you were doing, and every body that fell gave you a sick satisfaction. You enjoyed it.

Ekko walks up to you with a damp cloth and starts wiping the blood away. A tear slides down your face that is quickly followed by others, “I-I’m sorry. They were going to kill you. I couldn’t let that happen.” You are worried that Ekko would see you differently because of what you did. You make eye contact with Ekko. His eyes show sadness, pity, understanding, and relief. Your shoulders sag in relief knowing he’s not angry.

“I don’t know how you found us, but I do know that no one is going to hurt me with you around. Sis, you’re dealing with trauma. I get it. We’ll get through this.” Ekko pulls away and you give him a weak smile, “I’d be dead if you didn’t charge in. I’m alive because of you. We all are. Don’t go all soft on me and regret those deaths. They wouldn’t have regretted ours.”

“I don’t regret it.” You cough awkwardly, “It’s always going to be us or them. They don’t see anything wrong with getting rid of pests. We’re nothing but slum rats to them.” You clench your fist. The ghost feeling of the fight was still vibrating through your arm.

“We’re gonna save our people, sis. From Silco, from Enforcers, from anyone who wants to hurt and use us.” Ekko narrows his eyes in determination. He helps you up off of the ground and pulls you into a hug, “I love you, sis. Don’t apologize for doing what older sisters do. You’re my protector.” He mumbles softly. You hug him tighter, “I’ll never regret protecting you, little brother. Never.”

~Song in the chapter is Reincarnate by Motionless in White~

#vi x reader #vi arcane #vi league of legends #ekko #ekko league of legends #ekko's older sister #firelights #arcane zaun #poc reader #arcane reader insert

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ballorawan740 · 3 years

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SCP Scenarios: When you try you commit suicide (REQUESTED)

WARNING: If you are or know anyone who is suicidal, please get them help! If this topic triggers you, please leave now!

And if anyone's putting you down and you feel this way, let me know (So I can yah yeet them into hell and back again then throw them into 939 and 682's cell >:D)

SCP 073 (Cain)

Cain's heart drop when he figured out that you were suicidal

He probably has figured out bits and pieces since he noticed that you've acted a lot more different than usual

You came from a very abusive family and everyone around you were toxic

Then you came into the foundation and worked hard enough to stress you out

Didn't help that much since your mentor died from an SCP and some of your coworkers were being bullies to you

Which then drove you to become even more suicidal

Found out much later when someone called him in because you were at the medical bay

Glass was sat there beside you and wanted to check up on you

No responses were heard and Glass turned to see Cain's pained look

He told Cain everything that has happened and he was truly heartbroken by all this news

Cain had tried to comfort you and would give you some space if you need

Would remind you every so often that he loves you and makes sure that you're taking breaks

Definitely dealt with the bullies without you knowing

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

He's quite dense so he might not know that you're suicidal

Probably noticed a few changes in your behaviour but wouldn't question it

Definitely didn't try and threaten to kill everyone once he found out that you were injured

Stormed into the medical part of the Foundation and asked for you

Was about to drag you back to his cell but was stopped abruptly because the doctor who was treating you said the scars were from yourself

Abel looked at you with confusion and hurt

He allowed you to rest in the hospital for a couple of days and asked so many questions

And realising that it was because of your PTSD working with the Foundation and not wanting to stress further

Swore to protect you for all of eternity and wouldn't allow you to go back on the field

So you settled to work in an office instead, handling safe classes and taking some time off

Abel monitored you to make sure you don't do it again

Definitely gave you a huge lecture

It was loud enough for the whole floor to hear and everyone just stopped what they're doing just to see what was happening

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

To say 999's little jello heart shattered to a million pieces was an understatement

Nobody has ever seen a bright orange blob of happiness looked so worried and somewhat traumatised as he had received the news

That said news was you trying to commit suicide

And fortunately, there were people around to stop you from hurting yourself even more

999 slithered over as quick as possible and went in to check on you

The first thing he did was to give you a big warm hug and to tell you that he cared about you and you meant everything to him

He never complained about you once and you were grateful for that

999 didn't question your reason for suicide since he knows it'll make things worse and that you'd open up to him whenever you were ready

He saw many of the scars you have on your body and was immediately concerned

Noticing this, you explained your situation to him and he was very much understanding

999 would comfort and support your decisions in not trying to commit suicide

Everyone outside just peeked in and was relieved that you've agreed to work on this together with 999

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

When 682 heard that you wanted to commit suicide, he was confused and concerned

Part of him wanted to know why and the other part told him that you were stupid for doing that

The both of you were transferred into another room as requested by 682

The very first thing he did was to shout at you for doing something so stupid

Moments later after you cried for a bit, he checked up on you, asking if you were alright, making sure you were comfortable and nuzzled your side for a bit

Once you were relaxed, you've told him everything that's been happening and he listened for once

Which did surprise the researchers when they found out moments later

Unfortunately, 682 did breach containment just to hunt down whoever made you feel that way and he did succeed

Then casually went back to his cell which shocked everyone, even you

Well, let's just say that you were feeling much better and nobody ever bothered you again

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

049 was sus since you were acting strange lately

He had 100% noticed the scars but didn't ask, thinking that you went on a mission and you were just injured and you went to the medics

Later on, his heart dropped when he heard someone say that you seemed like ending your life, which you did

He came into the room you were in and checked on your injuries and scars

You could see the pain in his eyes when he connected the dots and you didn't need to say a thing for him to understand that you did all this to yourself

049 just sighed a little, took a chair and sat on it then nursed your injuries and gave you such a disapproving look

"Who is it this time?" he asked which shocked you since you've never told him explicitly that something or someone bothered you

But you weren't that surprised since your bird boi is observant af

So you just told him everything and he dealt with the situation professionally

And whoever/whatever's bothering you just vanished out of thin air and nobody ever questioned it

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

As I've mentioned in the other chapters, 035 is a master manipulator and actor/actress

So when it comes to body language and the tone you'd use when talking to someone, he would have an idea of what's going on

So when you secluded yourself every passing day and would avoid talking about reoccurring scars on your body, 035 would have quite an accurate guess

When he confronted you about this, you shied away from him for a moment

Since you know 035 well, you just told him everything as he listened intently

He just absorbed all the negativity from you and you just felt better

035 would reassure you and you blindly listened and feel much better with him

And of course, like any other partners out there, he dove into whoever was making you feel suicidal and sorted it all out

After a couple of days, you went back into 035's cell and asked about the missing person

All 035 told you was that the person just got eaten by some SCP and nobody knows how the said person got there

SCP 105 (Iris)

Iris might question your scars here and there if you ever had them

She might not even think that you were suicidal until you showed the obvious traits or if someone told her that you were in the medical bay

Would 100% lecture you about being suicidal then comfort you a second after she's done

She's just super worried about you and even though she's in the foundation with you most of the time, there are moments where she's asked to go into the field with the MTFs

As Iris is rightfully worried about you, if she can't stay with you, she'd make Cain, Dr Glass and Dr Lights watch over you

Maybe Kondraki if he's ok with this

Might even go to Clef and/or Bright if she really needs to

At least they can keep your minds off things

Iris would tend to any of your scars and injuries and motivate you to live

Shows you loads of photos of the happier times you've both shared

Would never let you touch anything that can cause you an injury

Definitely would deal with whoever's making you feel that way if there was that someone

SCP 106 (Old Man)

106 would probably find it hard to grasp the concept of emotions other than the few basic ones

So when he was informed about your attempted suicide, he was confused

not because he didn't understand it, because he definitely did

It's just because he never understood why anyone would do such a thing

Even more so if that person was you

When 106 came to visit you, he would unintentionally show his worried expression which saddened you

Is definitely torn between just comforting you and wanting to ask you about your issue

You did tell him at the end about you wanting to commit suicide and 106 telling you to never do such a thing

Making sure that if someone made you feel this way, he'd deal with them right away and you'd never have to worry again

Although he finds it hard to sympathise with others, he did understand the term, so he would try his best to do so

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

He's basically 106 but a little denser

096 is 100% more anxious than the other SCPs here and would definitely show signs while he's being observed in his cell

Kind of understands the term 'suicide' but not to a full extent

Like he knows what it is, but not how and why people would do so

When 096 got the news about this from your psychologist, he literally went brrrrrr

Went to check in on you and gave you a bone-crushing hug

Made sure that any injuries were properly bandaged and treated

Started to cry midway through

You explained to him that you didn't go all the way because you knew that he needed you and you'd never leave him alone again

096's worried expression slowly turned to happiness and gave you another hug

Dr Jack bright

Bright would notice something's off with you but wouldn't say a thing just yet

Like if he notices that whatever is happening to you has worsened then he'll confront you

At first, you would avoid his gaze and questions, but you ended up telling him everything that's been happening

Bright was shocked and conflicted about all this information

You could literally see him tearing up as he was trying to find the words but couldn't

He ended up giving you a big teddy bear hug

And you just cried into his shoulder/chest

Jack Bright would try his best to comfort you because he wants to take all the pain away

Whenever he's on break, he'd make sure to check up on you

If he was busy and can't visit you, he would make sure to send someone to check up on you

Most likely Dr Glass

Would tell you about his dark thoughts as well

Only because he understands and you wouldn't feel alone about this

Dr Simon Glass

Glass would definitely know

He's a psychologist after all

Would find a way to get you to be more vocal about the issue

And it's quite subtle so you wouldn't know

Once he gets all the information he needs, he'll start to find ways to minimise the chances of you feeling suicidal

He's just so subtle about this that you wouldn't even know

Once you feel better, Glass feels more relaxed knowing that he helped you overcome the issue

Would 100% still watch out for you in case it happens again

Everybody else notices this and helps poor mama Glass look out for you too

Wouldn't necessarily beat up anyone if they hurt you but would definitely give some warning signs to back off though

Sometimes our hardworking Dr Iceberg ends up helping him because mama Glass is busy af

Dr Alto Clef

As dense as he may seem when it comes to emotions, he is very much aware of your unusual behaviour

Would most likely ask for some advice from Dr Glass

By ask I mean he booked in a therapy session for you and tricked you into going

And yes, you did end up going to see Glass

Simon then informed about your situation with Clef and he was stunned

If it was someone/something making you feel this way then he'd go out of his way to sort it out

After all, Clef is rather good at completing missions

Makes sure to comfort you whenever you're down and suicidal

Sometimes he'd even share his experiences with you

Would try and act goofy but came out rather annoying

Ended up asking Bright to help him cheer you up

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

Kondraki is a little dense but would notice something's off

Wouldn't be 100% sure so he just keeps the thought to himself instead

Would also go to Glass for some advice about your strange behaviour

Glass ended up teaching Kondraki some psychological stuff just so he can be left alone for once

Would never make you feel down about yourself

Definitely would motivate and compliment you

Acts all fatherly with you

Like he's protective with you to the point some people would jokingly say he's your dad

Making you share a room with him because he's worried and wouldn't act up weirdly when you're along

Kondraki might resort to asking Bright and Clef for some help

Might even ask Iceberg to do some of his paperwork because he wants to spend more time with you

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honeyhenry · 3 years

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Captain Confusion

A/N: Inspired by this video that makes me weep with its cuteness! I just had to write this okay 🥺🥺🥺 This is in the same universe as Homeward Bound, which happens after this story. Feel free to give it a read after this, if you haven’t already! ALSO should note that the lovely @ohmygoodie is my Sy partner in crime and without them this fic would not be made possible :)

Warning: mention of operations/hospitals, and a whole lot of fluff!

It was a simple procedure and so it hadn't worried you too much, other than the usual fears when a loved one is under the knife while in the hands of trained doctors. Sy’s hernia had been authorised for operation only five minutes into the doctor’s appointment you had all but dragged him to, and scheduled for 4 days later. Not really much time to prepare mentally, but you knew it was necessary with your big bear of a man in pain. Despite the painkillers prescribed, he was walking with a limp and groaning in bed for all the wrong reasons.

In the waiting room, you and his Ma kept busy during the 45 minute wait by looking through magazines, talking about how the Captain’s quality of life will improve, and what kind of minor jobs you’ll have him do around the house while he’s recovering as you continue to work.

“I hope the recovery isn’t as long as some people have said. I know for a fact he’ll not want to be cooped up all day. If he’s anything, he’s stubborn” you sigh, knowingly.

Ma smiles, looking at you pointedly, knowing that she is in the presence of the only other soul who knows what is best for her son. “He knows better now that his health is his wealth. He’s got a lot more riding on being well now. After all, it’s not just him he’s gotta be there for anymore.”

“Yeah, I mean I always tell him, he’s not 25 anymore. Or even 30. I’ll need you to back me up, he does anything you say. I’m his equal, you’re his Mom.”

You both laugh a little, hers warm and kind, while yours tinges with the remaining hopeful nerves of an army Captain’s wife. You don’t like not knowing about your Sy, especially since you spent all those years apart, not knowing if he was safe, or even alive. The waiting, in any capacity, is the hardest part.

You’re flipping through a random tabloid magazine, when the surgeon in charge walks through to the waiting room.

“Everything went really well with Captain Syverson. He’s coming to from the anaesthetic and asking for his Ma?”

Ma grins before sucking her teeth between her lips watching as your mouth drops. You both move from the waiting area to follow the surgeon towards where your husband is resting. You speak under your breath, only wanting Sy’s Ma to hear you; “I hope he still remembers how to grovel after this.”

Ma enters the room with you following her, arriving only a couple more corridors along from where you’d last seen him earlier that morning. He may not have asked for you but you were going to see Sy whether he wanted it or not. A grand push of the door allows it to swing open, and suddenly there he is. A little disoriented but has a large dopey smile plastered on his face as soon as he sees his Ma. His heavy head lolls to one side as he rests it on the plush hospital pillow.

“Hey Ma” he groans out as she bends over her large son to give his forehead a kiss, taking his hand in hers. He spends a moment just gazing at her for a while, the love he has for her evident on his face, as she tells him that everything went well, and that he can go home tomorrow.

It’s only after this tender mother and son moment, that he notices you.

“Ma.... why ya bringing a beautiful girl here when I’m like this...oh god I’m not wearing underwear Ma!”

His feeble attempt at trying to cover himself means that you actually end up seeing far more of him than you expected. Nothing you hadn’t seen before, but it definitely hasn't happened in front of his own mother before. The whole situation makes you blush and giggle a little as you try your best to avoid eye contact with Ma. You can only imagine the look on her face, and you don’t want to get any more involved with Sy’s naked form than you need to right now.

Rather than put you and your poor Sy through any further embarrassment, Ma speaks up.

“Oh darlin’, this is y/n. You remember her, right?”

And while he’s listening - or at least pretending to listen to his Ma fussing over him again - he’s just staring at you, gazing in awe as if you were the one to hang the stars in the sky.

“You are.... so pretty” he slurs, making you break out a genuine smile that he mirrors, glad that he was the one to make you look even more pretty.

“Well thanks handsome. How do you feel?” you perch on the edge of the bed and hold his hand. To him, the gesture feels warm and inviting - even if he doesn't know you, he recognises something about you in the comfort that you bring.

“Feel like shit. Oh fuck i said ‘shit’ in front of the lady” he whines again, scrunching his eyes closed as hangs his head in shame. It looks like he might even cry with the realisation that he’s made such a foolish impression of himself. It takes Ma shushing him and making him take a sip of juice from his bedside to calm down, dabbing his face with a cloth when his juice spills from his mouth.

“Oh Logan Daniel Syverson...what did they do to ya?” she lightly scolds as she helps clean up the mess he’s unknowingly created around him. That’s your Sy, a hurricane of mess that somehow fits into order just how he likes it.

You giggle a little more at his shameful expression, before he refocuses, giving you his undivided attention once more.

“How is it that ya know my Ma and we’ve never met? Or have we? ‘Cause I think i’d remember a face like yours”

“Well...” you start, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear to let him see your entire face, hoping it would jog his memory. As you do so, the ring on your fourth finger glints in the hospital light, and for the first time since you've entered the room, he’s noticed.

“Oh...man...knew a girl like you would be snatched up already. Whoever has the honour of being yours is a very lucky man.” He smiles softly, a wistful look in his eye, while makes you realise that you can’t wait for the drugs to leave his system, you have to remind him who you are and who he is, right this very moment.

“Sy honey... we’re married. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife. I think the drugs are making you more than a bit loopy.”

It’s his turn for his jaw to drop, his eyes are unblinking as he takes in what you’ve just said. He turns sharply - more than his doctor would have probably liked - to his Ma, and then back to you, and then his Ma again, waiting for one of you to burst out laughing at the prank you surely must be playing on him.

“Wha-? A wife? I have a wife?” you nod and he exhales a deep breath of air in amazement.

“YOU’RE my wife? Really?” you nod again and Ma smiles at you as she watches the scene of Logan meeting you all over again.

“Am I still in the army? I’m a Captain ya know”

“You left just a few months ago. You still work in the local camps, of course. You like it there, and you’re home every night and most weekends.”

“Does Ma like you?” You don’t even get a chance to finish as he turns to his mother “Do you like her? is she nice? Does she like your new kitchen? I built it y’know.”

You knew when you met, dated, and married him, that Sy was a Momma’s boy. He loves his mother so much, that her opinion will always mean the world to him.

Ma nods “You two are the sweetest couple. She’s the best addition to the family, gives you a run for your money alright. She’s my new favourite.” You get a soft hug from her as she says this, with her wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. She’s always felt so grateful that her Logan found you, because my goodness did he love you ferociously, and he needed you in his life. You were the making of him, and the whole Syverson clan will forever be grateful to you for it.

"And where did we get married? If we really are married.” He continues his line of questioning.

“At the ranch, on your family’s land. it was such a special day. We had the reception there too. And we went to Italy for our honeymoon.”

Sy is basking in every word you say, praying it to be true, as if he could will it into existence if it hadn’t already happened, wanting badly to remember sunset kisses and italian food and beach days all spent with you. He perks up at the last thing you say, taken by complete surprise.

“Honeymoon?! Oh my god have we...ya know..?” A blush fades over Sy’s face, and even though you love his Ma, you really wish she wasn’t finding out so many details about your personal life today, like how your son rails you on the regular in many ways, and in many places. He must somehow remember or at least accurately imagine your past endeavours, as he grins like a little shit.

You smack his arm, lightly but with a firm hand.

“Be quiet, or the whole ward will know about our sex life” you threaten. “Yes we’ve had sex. i’d hope so given that we have a kid on the way.”

If Ma had had to deal with her son getting horny over his “new”wife, she was being fully compensated for it as she witnessed him fall head over heels in love with you, all over again.

“A kid?...Tell me ya not messing with me...are we really- I-” he swallows and his tears come even easier than before “We’re havin’ a baby?” With the sudden realisation, he turns to his Ma. “This beautiful woman right here’s havin’ my kid, Ma?” He looks between the two of you again, watching as you both nod and beam from ear to ear.

“You know you cried just as much when i told you for the first time too. i promise when the drugs are out your system it’ll all make sense again.”

Sy smiles, clutching your hand in his warm palm, almost scared to let go as the door is knocked and he feels you might be taken away. Instead, it’s a welcome visitor.

“Hey doc,” Sy greets the man who reenters the room, now freshly out of scrubs to visit his patient - who if anything is now simply love sick, no hernia to be found. “This is my wife, and she’s having a baby.” he looks back to you with a quirk of his eyebrow “My baby?” You roll your eyes and he confirms it; “my baby.”

“Oh, congratulations...again.”

The doctor’s evaluation and explanations don’t take long, and while Sy is being informed, you start rubbing your belly as a form of self-comfort. You will need to remind your child that while their father looks incredibly stern and impossibly large, he is silly and goofy and already loves them with his entire being. Over the course of the afternoon, Sy talks with you while the anaesthetic wears off. It turns out they had given him a pretty high dosage based on his height and muscle mass, so he would be out of action for a couple of hours at least.

“Oh, i have your ring” you pipe up before he starts getting too sleepy again, taking the thick gold band off of the necklace around your neck, placing it on his finger carefully.

“That feels better already” he sighs, as he begins to doze in and out of consciousness. Before he closes his eyes once more to rest peacefully, a small tear slides down his cheek, which you of course, notice. Sy has cried maybe 5 times in the time you’ve known him and three of those times have been in this very room.

“Honey what’s wrong? Are you in pain? i can call the doctor-”

“No i’m fine i’m fine i just-” he sniffs and tries to clear his throat from the sad, heavy pain he feels in his chest. “I’m gonna be real sad when I wake up from this dream. What if I can’t find you when I wake up?”

Oh your sweet, silly man.

“Bear it’s not a dream, I’ll be right here when you get up properly and we can go home and cuddle and I’ll heat up your favourite meal. I’ll be right there with you.”

“And the baby?” he asks, eyes wide. almost nervous to ask.

“Well they have to come too, they're with me. We can look at their pictures again so you can get reacquainted. And Aika will be so happy you’re back. We’ve been gone the whole day.”

“Aika!” your husband perks up, “Oh Aika, man....I love that dog..”

“I know you do bear, you just get some rest for now and then we can go home.”

Before you know it, he’s fallen back to sleep, his mouth wide open as he slumps against his pillow, completely out of it.

It’s dark outside when Sy opens his eyes again, watching as his Ma passes you a small herbal tea in the dimly lit hospital room. Technically visiting hours are over, but no one was going to argue with the Captain’s family. You smile, and he feels like he can finally relax, in your presence

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he growls lowly, and you look up at him from your phone, beaming in surprise, glad that your husband had woken up feeling a bit more like himself.

“Oh hello again” you smile and squeeze his hand, his slow blinking already indicating a much clearer mind, and that he knows exactly who you are.

“Again? What’d I miss?”

“The drugs” he stops you mid-sentence for a sweet kiss, acting as though a minute more without your lips would be the source of his downfall. “Mmmh, the drugs made you so loopy, it was the sweetest thing, Sy.” You grin as he pulls you up beside him on the bed.

He raises his eyebrows, clearly with no recollection of any of the past events. Yet still, he smiles.

“Yeah? How’s baby?” he holds you close to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist so he can cover your tummy with his palm.

“They’re great. Glad to have daddy back and sane.”

You swear that as you say that, he starts tearing up again, this time however he doesn’t let them fall. He was openly weeping earlier, but you won’t tell him that. Not yet.

“Damnit. Must be something in these drugs they got me on.”

“Mm-hmm sure bear.”

You stay close that evening, both curled up on a hospital bed that is already quite a tight fit for your husband alone. But as always, he makes it work. You’re half on top of him, both of you fast asleep, when the nurses come to do their rounds. Ma had left just after he had woken up, sneaking off into the night to let the rest of the family know how her most middle son is keeping after the operation. You’d cuddled and doted on each other until you’d fallen asleep, Sy following not long after as he bid goodnight to you and your precious cargo with a soft kiss to your lips, and protective rub of your stomach.

He counts himself more than lucky to have something so good, that it would pain him to forget. He was living the life that he’d been too scared to ever dream of, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

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bleeding for you | jjk

genre; angst, fluff

pairing; EMT!jungkook x female reader

✎ summary; In which it’s just another quiet night at the fire station until there’s an alarmingly serious car accident not far away. Jungkook is the first on the scene along with his partner, Namjoon. What meets Jungkook at the scene of the accident is worse than anything he could ever imagine.

word count; 3,367

based on a request by anon; It's a Jungkook au, where he's a EMT & they get a call for a very serious accident. When he arrives on scene he sees a very familiar car. A hand dangles from the shattered window, the engagement ring he'd slipped on your finger not two months ago mocking him. I envision a happy ending, but if you want, do with it what you will.

warnings; Descriptions of car accidents, mentions of bruises and blood, jungkook’s crying a whole lot, i’m sorry if this is tough on your heart bc it definitely was on mine, phew

a/n; I LOVED THIS IDEA FROM ANON, SO THANK YOU ANON and let’s be honest here, paramedic/EMT!jungkook is lowkey hotttt. Also, I took some inspiration from the tv-show Chicago Fire and some from Grey’s Anatomy because those are the only shows I’ve actually watched with things related to this kind of scenario, lol. I hope you like it, enjoy!

ps. it’s heavily unedited and i wrote this rather quickly, so please ignore if you spot anything hehe

The clock ticks on the wall and there are sounds of cars passing by once in a while outside on the street. Jungkook is staring silently at the TV in the staff room, his eyes focused on the ball that moves around between the football players. He’s bored, sighing deeply to himself as he drops his head back against the back of the couch he’s currently slouching on. Namjoon, Jungkook’s partner, plops down beside him, a sandwich on a plate for him to eat for dinner. He looks happily at his sandwich, more than excited to bite into it and finally getting a chance to continue reading his book for once.

Jungkook hates quiet nights at the firestation. He despises them. It makes him think of all the other things he could be doing instead – an example being at home, in bed with you; his fiancé. A title you recently had gained after Jungkook finally got the courage to get down on one knee for you, asking you to be his for the rest of his life. Just the thought of the happiness he felt that night made butterflies erupt in his stomach, suddenly daydreaming about your smile and the way you always manage to make him feel like he’s floating on a pink cloud. He’s totally whipped, but only for you.

His daydream is quickly interrupted by the sound of Namjoon chewing his sandwich loudly, making Jungkook glare at him with disgust. Namjoon, the charming person that he is, looks back at Jungkook in confusion.

“What?” Namjoon blurts with his mouth filled with a bite of his disgusting sandwich. Jungkook shakes his head at him, turning back to the boring game that’s unfolding on the TV. He really hates quiet nights.

After half an hour and still nothing, Jungkook groans and gets up from the couch to wander around, causing Namjoon to look at him again with tired eyes. “What’s going on, Jeon?” He asks, flipping a page in his psychology novel.

“Nothing’s going on,” Jungkook grumbles, tired of just sitting around, “absolutely nothing.”

Namjoon is about to tell Jungkook to sit down and relax for once but the alarm beats him to it, sounding loudly throughout the entire fire station. “Squad 3, truck 81 and 82, ambo 65, 78 and 32 – bigger car crash on the 5th highway, multiple victims,” Taehyung from the alarm center's voice booms throughout the fire station’s rooms. Jungkook’s eyes widen and so do Namjoon’s. They’re quick to move, book, sandwich and football match long forgotten as they run to their unit. Jungkook jumps in the driver’s seat, buckling up faster than ever. His partner is fast to join him and buckling up as Jungkook speeds out of the garage at the fire station and onto the road. Jungkook’s focused, eyebrow knitted together in concentration and the urge to do what he does the best – save some lives.

The highway is chaotic once Jungkook and Namjoon arrive as the first ones at the scene, multiple cars lying around – on the hood, on the side and some crushed to the point of where it’s not even a car anymore. It looks worse than anything they have ever experienced and it’s slightly terrifying but they’re headstrong as they grab their medical bags and run off to a random car each. Squad 3 and the firetrucks pull up not long after Jungkook and Namjoon’s arrival, all of them getting out quickly and getting to work, trying to see if they can save all victims or just the majority of them.

The first car Jungkook reaches is empty, the driver of it luckily managed to get himself out before any sort of rescue arrived. He seems fine, his car almost not even scratched. “Sir, are you alright?” Jungkook asks, doing his job in making sure the man is alright before continuing to another car. The man nods, waving a hand at Jungkook.

“Please go see some of the others, I’m fine!” He almost sobs, clearly traumatized by the car accident.

Jungkook nods at that, giving him one last look all over before heading on to the next car. He looks around in his haste to get to the next one, stopping abruptly in his tracks as he spots a familiar looking car. It can’t be, he thinks to himself as he turns to look at the car properly. His chest tightens at the thought, feeling himself hastily moving closer to the car as tears begin to form in his eyes. It doesn’t occur to him until a hand dangling from the window catches his attention as he gets closer, the diamond ring confirming his worst fear.

“No, no, no!” Jungkook shouts in a mix of terror, anger and his heart breaking into a million pieces, tears already falling from his eyes as he runs up to the car, his hands trembling. Pain shoots through him at the sight of you, body limp and unconscious, face battered in bruises and wounds and there’s blood on your beautiful, white shirt and he prays to God that isn’t yours but who is he even trying to fool? Of course, it’s yours. “No, please, no!”

From the other side of the highway, Namjoon spots Jungkook scrambling towards the car that he, too, finds awfully familiar. His eyes widen at the sight as realisation hits him.

“Shit!” He hisses, making sure the victim he’s treating is okay before running towards Jungkook, heart beating a hundred miles per hour. All he can think about is getting his partner away from the car which is lying on its side. “Kook!”

Namjoon has to pull harder than he expected as he reaches Jungkook. He isn’t willing to let go of the car, hands reaching for your unconscious body that is still, thankfully, buckled up in the driver’s seat. You hear nothing of Jungkook’s cries as he’s pulled away by his partner and best friend. “____! Baby, please wake up, please!”

The sight in front of them is nothing but a real life nightmare, the scene only a fear of Jungkook’s until tonight. Namjoon has no idea how to calm his partner down as he pulls him away. His heart is breaking at the sound of Jungkook’s sobs, his chest heaving for air as he looks at the broken car, which was nicely parked in the parking lot of his and yours apartment building when he left for work this morning. He watches it being pulled apart to reach you, the EMTs of Ambo 78 tending to your wounds and body, trying their best to support you until they get you to the hospital.

They lift you into the ambulance, Jungkook’s body working automatically as he tries to jump into the back of the ambulance and ride with you to make sure that they’re taking care of you the right way. This isn’t just another victim, it’s you, Jeon Jungkook’s fiancé. Namjoon holds him back, using all his strength because a sad, terrified Jungkook is stronger than he ever could’ve imagined.

“Hyung, please, I need to go with her!” Jungkook cries, glancing quickly at the man holding him back, before looking back at the ambulance you’re now in. They close the doors, hurriedly getting in the front and speed off. “For fuck’s sake, Namjoon, let me go!”

Namjoon shakes his head, “I need you to calm down first, Kook. You’re not thinking clearly.”

Jungkook thinks that’s the biggest load of bullshit he’s ever heard. He whirls around, not in the mood for his best friend’s psychology shit. “I swear, I will punch you,” he sneers, eyes watery and cheeks stricken with tears. Namjoon stares back at him, lips in a tight line and eyes wide because he has never seen Jungkook so out of it before. “How am I supposed to calm down when my fucking fiancé is a victim of one of the biggest car crashes we’ve ever witnessed, huh? She’s hurt and unconscious in the back of one of OUR ambulances right now, Joon. Don’t fucking tell me to calm down.”

Despite his harsh words, Namjoon feels sorry for Jungkook. He nods, putting his hands up in surrender. Jungkook breathes out, chest heavy with a feeling he can’t quite describe. He just knows that he doesn’t want to waste another second here, the only place he wants to be is by your side until you wake up and tell him you’re okay.

“At least let me drive you to the hospital?” Namjoon offers, voice hesitant and cautious as he gestures to their ambulance.

Jungkook sniffs, nodding, “please.”

The ride to the hospital is quiet, tense too. Jungkook is staring straight ahead and not moving, just letting the tears in his eyes fall until he has none left. He’s pretty sure the drive to the hospital usually isn't this long. He feels like he’s been on this ride with Namjoon for hours when really, it has only been at least 15 minutes. 15 minutes too long, he thinks to himself. He could’ve been with you right now, holding your hand while you get sutured up and stitched back to perfection – at least what Jungkook thinks is perfection. However, you’d never agree on that.

Namjoon doesn’t get to say anything before Jungkook’s out of the passenger seat of the ambulance, his body moving almost before Namjoon had parked it. He doesn’t notice anything around him, heading straight for the front desk to ask about your status. The nurse there looks at him with a face that says she’s sorry without even saying the words. Jungkook doesn’t need those words, there’s nothing to be sorry for. People only say they’re sorry when something really bad happens, and as far as Jungkook knows, you’re still alive. You have to be. He hasn’t married you yet.

“My fiancé was brought here not long ago, her name is ____,” Jungkook hurriedly asks, the nurse working quickly to type into her computer. Jungkook taps his foot against the floor in impatience.

“She’s in surgery at the moment,” the nurse says softly, watching as Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat at the news. Namjoon comes up beside him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “The doctors will find you once they’re done.”

Namjoon nods in appreciation to the nurse, Jungkook stares at nothing in particular, scared he’ll break down in the middle of the entrance of the hospital he so often visits because of his job. “We’ll wait over there,” he tells the nurse, tugging Jungkook along. “Let’s go, Kook.”

Jungkook follows along, sitting down in a seat with Namjoon beside him. He feels like he should be calling his family and yours, yet he can’t think straight and his head is empty for words right now. The only thing on his mind is you and the fact that you’re at risk of dying. He has no idea how serious your injuries are but they’re serious enough to land you on the surgery table. His breathing is short, eyes staring at the floor and ears focusing on the sound of the opening and closing of the doors to the surgery halls. He feels alone even though Namjoon is sitting right beside him, he feels helpless, he feels like he’s been left in the dark. He knows nothing about what’s happening to you and it’s driving him absolutely crazy. The thought of losing you brings a new round of tears to his eyes, lips trembling as he fights to keep his sobs inside and not break down in the middle of other people. It’s like Namjoon senses as he gets up, pulling his phone from his pocket. He moves a bit away from Jungkook, speed dialling the only person he knows will be able to comfort his best friend in the slightest.

Jungkook’s wandering the waiting area, hands tightly intertwined in front of his lips and eyes closed as he walks back and forth in front of Namjoon. It has been at least three hours and his nerves aren’t exactly becoming less the longer it takes for the surgeons to give him some kind of news – any kind would be appreciated by now. He stills as a hand comes to rest against his back, gentle touch that can only belong to one person on this planet. He turns around to face her, her eyes softening at the sight of his red eyes and wet eyelashes.

“Mom,” he croaks out, a sob raking through his body as he crumbles into her embrace.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she coos, wrapping her arms around his tall frame, hugging her sweet, heartbroken son to her chest in the hopes of comforting him just the tiniest bit. They stay like that for a few minutes until Jungkook’s mother breaks the embrace, holding him at arm's length. “I’m sure she will be fine, Jungkook. She’s a strong woman.”

He sniffles, feeling slightly better at his mother’s words. He offers a small, the tiniest, smile. She smiles softly and comfortingly at him, reaching up to wipe his tears away. “You have to be strong too, sweetheart. She needs you to be strong for her.”

Jungkook nods and whispers lowly: “I know, mom.”

“Mr. Jeon?” A voice calls. Jungkook, his mother, and Namjoon whips around to face the doctor who called Jungkook’s name. “Miss ____ is out of surgery. We were able to fix her injuries and she is up for recovery now.”

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, feeling a heavy weight disappearing from his shoulders. The doctor offers him a warm smile. “She will be in the ICU for at least a couple of days until we see some progress. You can go see her, she is in room 248.”

“Thank you so much,” Jungkook says with the utmost gratitude and a smile as he shakes the doctor’s hand before grabbing his things and heading in the direction of the ICU.

He finds the room without any problems, pausing just outside of the door. His mother and Namjoon both stand behind him, watching him in silence. They’re not pushing him, letting him do this on his own, letting him prepare for whatever he’s about to meet behind this door. He inhales and holds his breath before pushing the door open and heading inside. The sound of the monitor beeping is the first thing that meets him, what meets him next causes him to gasp softly in horror. This must be what it feels like to live out your nightmare and biggest fears, he thinks to himself as he moves closer to your body that’s lying unconsciously on the bed. It seems his tears are never-ending today as he pulls a seat to the side of the bed, sitting down with his eyes trained on you.

He looks you over, wincing lightly at the sight of tubes and IVs attached to you. There are scratches and wounds on your body, your skin beaten up from the harsh car crash you so unluckily ended up in earlier. He’s hesitant as he reaches for your hand, being more than careful as he intertwines his hand with yours. You don’t squeeze his hand like you always do and it makes him realize that you are in fact unconscious and probably not aware of the entire situation right now.

Jungkook scans your face, lips trembling and fingers shaking as he reaches up to move your hair out of your face. There’s scratches on your pretty face too, a big patch on the right side of your forehead where they stitched you up. He’s hurting, not quite as much as you, as he looks at you. You’re still gorgeous, even like this.

“I love you so much, ____,” Jungkook whispers, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your ring-clad hand. “Please be okay.”

Days have passed since the accident, and you still haven’t opened your eyes. Jungkook is becoming impatient, sitting here and waiting is killing him slowly. His mother had left in the morning after being with him throughout the first night. Jungkook had called your family while his mother held his hand. He will never forget the way a sob raked through your mother’s body as he told her what had happened. They were here now; your mother, your father and your brother, Yoongi. Your parents sit on either side of you, Jungkook’s resting against the wall at the end of the bed, Yoongi sitting in the chair beside him. The silence is almost unbearable but no one dares speaking, afraid of nothing in particular – perhaps the chances of you crashing right in front of all of them.

Jungkook’s done crying. He doesn’t think he has any tears left in him, only this heavy feeling of regret even though he has nothing to regret. No matter what, he couldn’t have stopped this from happening. Why you were out driving that late is still a mystery to him, but he’s not sure he wants to know. He has a feeling it will tear him apart knowing the reason.

Your dad jerks up from his resting posture causing everyone to widen their eyes at him. “S-she squeezed my hand,” he almost whispers. Jungkook’s breathing quickens, eyes staring at your closed ones. He waits, anticipating the worst. Your eyes flutter, a small crease forming in your forehead as you try to adjust to the lights in the room. He sighs in relief for what feels like the hundredth time, feeling the tears coming back. Okay, he isn’t quite done yet.

“Jungkook?!” You croak out, trying to sit up. Jungkook feels his heart breaking at the tone in your voice. You sound confused, slightly shaken up and sad. He’s quick to be at your side, taking over from your father. His hand grabs yours, fingers intertwining automatically. “Kook,” you whimper, clearly not fully awake from your deep days long slumber.

“I’m here, baby” he softly calls, searching your eyes with his own, “I’m right here.”

You look at him, eyes locking and you feel yourself calm down already. Jungkook notices the unshed tears in your hazy eyes. “Where am I?” You ask, voice small.

“The hospital,” he explains, keeping his voice low and soft for you as you just woke up from a long, long nap. “You were in an accident, ____. Do you remember what happened?”

You shake your head, wincing at the movement. Your entire body is sore, hurting everywhere and you want to cry. You just want to cry and hug Jungkook tightly because that’s the only place you feel safe and happy, in his arms.

“How long?” You speak a bit louder now, still not registering your entire family standing around the two of you. You’re in your own little world, your focus only aimed at the curly-haired man in front of you. Your mom is watching you closely, letting a small tear slip down her cheek as she takes in the moment of you and Jungkook. Your father is right beside her, rubbing her arms in comfort. Yoongi is watching too, smiling to himself because he doesn’t think his younger sister could’ve found anyone more fit for her than Jeon Jungkook.

“Only a few days,” Jungkook answers, bringing your intertwined hands to his chest. His heart is beating hard and fast causing you to gasp. He smiles at you as you look up at him, eyes wide.

You move to press your other hand to his chest, resting it above his heart. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook can’t help but chuckle. Even when you’re the one hurting, you ask him if he’s okay just because his heart is beating a bit faster than it usually does. He nods, smiling softly at you, eyes twinkling with fresh tears once again.

“I’m fine,” he whispers, leaning closer to press his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss. “Just really relieved.”

You smile at his words, only imagining how worried he must’ve been the past few days if you’ve been in this bed and unconscious. “I love you, Kook.”

Jungkook chokes out a laugh, “I love you too baby, more than anything.”

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pupandangelscoffee · 3 years

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Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: mention of car crash, scene in the hospital, arguing with doctors

Synopsis: When Buck realizes he is not just in love with you but also in love with Eddie and admits to having kissed him, will he lose both of you or will he get his happy ever after?

Taglist: @enterprise-medical

Turning around and feeling the cold covers next to him leaves a bitter taste in Buck's mouth as he remembers the previous night. The yelling, the fighting, him saying that you didn't matter to him unlike Chris and Eddie. He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth, because you did matter to him, he was just confused. His feelings towards Eddie had changed over the past few weeks and two nights ago, he had kissed Eddie in a drunken haze.

But that hadn't been the only thing that confused him. He had spoken to Maddie and after her questioning, she suggested that he may be in love with you AND his best friend. When telling Eddie about it, he expected the other to laugh, yet instead the other male just hummed and stated "so just like me".

So now he was waking up to an empty apartment, his head feeling like it was about to explode. Buck missed your scent, your soft voice when you're just waking up, how he brings you coffee while you whine about wanting to stay in bed for just 5 more minutes. His heart clenches at the thought of you placing gentle kisses along his shoulder, your chuckles, your laugh when he told you some weird fact that he read online.

Ever so slowly the day drags on. Eddie doesn't even spare him a second glance at work, only talking to him when it is work related. Even the whole team noticed something was up between the two best friends, though unsure of what it is. Well almost all were unsure, Chimney knew what was going on from Maddie, however, he was sworn to secrecy by his wife and despite not wanting to admit it, she did scare him just a bit. Though he just kept quiet and watched the two males with careful eyes, ready to report everything to Maddie.

Dragging his feet as he enters the apartment, he calls out that he is home, hoping to hear your voice from the kitchen. Instead he is met with deafening silence. A silence he wishes didn't exist, a silence that he hates being the cause of. Dropping his bag on the floor, he sets his keys on the table before falling onto the couch and letting out a loud groan. Just as he is about to doze off, his stomach lets out a loud growl and after debating whether to ignore his hunger or not, Buck decides to order some chinese food.

Once he has eaten, he just stares at the wall for a good 10 minutes before grabbing his keys and rushing to the only person he can think of. A quick 5 minute drive later, he ran 2 red lights but he is distracted, and he is standing in front of Bobby's house. Sure, Athena and Bobby may be having a cute date night, but right now he needs dating advice and who better to get it from than his captain. Taking a deep breath, he finally knocks and waits for Bobby to open the door, who looks rather shocked to see a crying Buck standing outside of the door and quickly ushering him inside.

It takes exactly 1 beer, 6 tissues and Athena's calming words for Buck to open up about what had happened between him, his partner and Eddie. After hearing the entire story, the married couple sits there in shock as Buck is trying to calm down. "So that is why you two were so awkward at work today?" Bobby asks carefully, not wanting to send the younger male into another crying fit. Buck nods, blowing his nose before wiping away the remaining tears with his sleeve.

"Look, I don't know whether you want to hear this or not, but you need to grow a pair and invite them both over to your place, so that you can talk this shit out. It might not end with you three together, but it will give you all some closure. And who knows, maybe it will end with you all three happily dating." Athena states gently, rubbing Buck's back. Somehow the younger male had weaseled his way into her heart and she worried about him, especially when seeing him so heartbroken. But there simply wasn't anything her nor Bobby could do about the situation, they could only give Buck the support that he needed right now.

After his talk with Athena and Bobby, Buck slowly drove home, this time being a lot more careful. Once again, he finds himself laying on his couch, this time staring at his phone as he thinks about sending the message he had typed out, asking you and Eddie to come over the next morning. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, he presses send before shutting off his phone and rushing up to hide under his blankets.

The next morning comes and goes without a single sign of you. Eddie turned up around 9 and even brought some coffee and breakfast, because he figured that Buck wouldn't have eaten yet. Soon enough, it is late afternoon and Buck has checked his phone like a million time, though there was no message or call from you. Now he's pacing back and forth in his kitchen as Eddie tries to calm his nerves. "Hey, mi amado, I'm sure they're just busy and that is why they haven't reached out yet. It will be okay."

Hearing those words help calm Buck's nerve, though he still jumps to pick up the phone when he hears it ring. "Y/N? Is this you?" He asks quickly, only to frown when he hears Maddie deny it. "Buck, listen, I just had a call and normally I wouldn't be allowed to tell you this, but it's about Y/N. They were in a car crash and on their way to the west hospital. They're stable, but I figured that you'd like to visit them." Maddie explains gently, knowing that it would be a rather hard blow for Buck. After all, hearing that your loved one was just delivered to a hospital because of a car crash wasn't an easy pill to swallow. "Thank you, Maddie." Buck mumbles, quickly hanging up so that he can grab his car keys and Eddie's hand, explaining on his way out where they were going.

They didn't know what to expect when they arrive at your room, though certainly not you glaring at the doctors and stating that you're absolutely fine. "You have to let yourself be checked on, mi amor." Eddie says, recovering from the state of shock quicker than Buck did. "And who are you?" The doctor asks the men, raising an eyebrow at the pair. "We are their-" Buck begins, only to be cut off by you saying "my boyfriends. Now as I've been saying, I'm fine, I can leave." You continue arguing with your doctor as the two males stare at you in complete shock and confusion. You just called them your boyfriends, did this mean you like them back? That you were okay with trying a relationship between you three? They share a look before approaching your bedside, Eddie being the first to speak up again. "Listen doctor, I am a trained medic. They'll be staying with me for the night and if there is any sign that they are doing unwell, I will bring them back here immediately, okay?" Sighing, the doctor nods and excuses himself to get the papers for you to be discharged.

Finally, an hour later, all three of you were curled up under a blanket on Buck's couch with you in the middle and the two men holding hands on your lap. A small happy sigh escapes Buck as he watches the two people he loves, thanking the gods above that he was so lucky to be with both of you. Though the moment is quickly ruined, when he miscalculates the distance to his mouth and pours beer all over his chest.

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz imagine #9 1 1 x reader

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queenshelby · 3 years

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Unexpected Circumstances (Just Friends Part 7) - Cillian Murphy Imagine

Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: SMUT

Words: 5789

Notes: I have decided to include one of the requests I received in this series as I didn’t know how to best write it as a standalone at this point. I think it makes sense as part of this series as trust between Cillian and the Reader has been clearly established. I might still write a stand-alone piece as well incorporating the same request as this is the sort of Smut I like. So, stay tuned for that!

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The Letter

It has been five weeks now since Cillian and you admitted your feelings for each other and things were going great.

Some days you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have found a man like him, someone who cared not only for you but also your son Max.

Cillian adored Max and Max enjoyed Cillian’s and Cillian’s children’s company.

Cillian would often pick Max up from preschool when you had to work late and prepare dinner for you and Max. Max thought that this was fantastic since you were a terrible cook.

But, despite this, it was sometimes difficult to arrange dates when you both had children to look after. You both tried to work around this issue as best as you could but, realistically, you only managed to have three sleepovers per week, mostly when Cillian didn’t have his boys. This was when he came over to stay at your house and you always hated when he had to leave.

After all, you were madly in love, a feeling which was unfamiliar to you. You wanted to be around him all the time and whenever you weren’t together you missed him.

As expected, you received some backlash from strangers due to your age gap but you tended to ignore the frustrating comments. They didn’t know you and they didn’t know your relationship.

The comments you received from your friends were nothing but supportive and even your grandmother thought that Cillian was good for you, much unlike your previous partners.

You still haven’t told your parents about your relationship, but your sister was aware. She followed Twitter quite eagerly and loved Cillian’s TV Show hence the reason you told her.

Your sister was concerned that your father wouldn’t approve of your relationship due to the large age gap, but that wasn’t a problem you were ready to face yet and little did you know that you were about to have bigger problems than that coming your way.

Bad news was about to hit you like a freight train. It was 10am on Friday morning. You were working from home while Max was at preschool as the doorbell rang.

It was unusual for the postman to drop off letters personally. Usually that meant that you had to sign for your letters, which was never a good sign.

You thought that it must be a vehicle recall, or notice of some sort. But it was worse. It was a letter from your real estate agent advising you that you will be required to vacate the premises within 30 days.

You could not believe it. It was difficult enough for you to find this townhouse as a single mother in an area where the schools were decent enough. You were always on time with your rent and never missed a single payment. You had no idea why you had to move out.

You called the real estate agent immediately and were advised that the owner is returning from America and requires the premises at the end of the lease term. There was nothing you could do.

The real estate agent advised you that there were no suitable rentals in the area within your price range but that they were willing to give you a good reference should you find something else with a different agent.

You were devastated. The last thing you wanted is to take Max out of preschool just after he made some friends. Furthermore, Cillian’s youngest son was attending the same preschool and it was a perfect arrangement for the both of you.

As you went on with the day, you put your non urgent work aside in order to search for rentals online as, all of a sudden, the doorbell rang.

‘Oh Cillian… I totally forgot’ you said as you opened the door.

‘You forgot our date?’ Cillian chuckled as he walked in the door, giving you a quick kiss.

‘I must be the worst girlfriend’ you said with some embarrassment. You never forgot a date with your boyfriend before. After all, it was what you looked forward to the most.

‘Relax, it’s fine Y/N’ Cillian said before noticing that your face was slightly flushed and your eyes were red.

‘Are you alright though? You look like you’ve been crying’ Cillian said as he ran his hands over both of your arms. He knew that something was wrong.

‘Yes, I just had a very stressful and shit morning. I am alright now though’ you said as you walked into the bedroom to get changed, ready to go out for lunch.

‘Do you want to talk about it?’ Cillian asked from the hallway.

You took the letter which you received from the real estate agent from the sideboard in the hallway and handed it to him.

‘I’ve just been searching for a new rental but they are either too expensive or out of the area. But, I have found one in North Dublin and the schools there have halfway decent reviews so…’ you explained and, before you could finish your sentence, Cillian interrupted you.

‘The schools here are much better Y/N. I don’t think you should change Max mid-term; it will put him behind’ Cillian said.

‘Don’t you think I know this?’ you asked frustrated. You were still quite upset about having to move.

‘I will lose the enrolment as soon as I move out of area. Despite, I cannot drive backwards and forwards with work. I barely make pickup time now with the hours I am at the office’ you added just as tears began to build up in your eyes again.

‘Common, sit down’ Cillian said as he sat down on the bed next to you and wrapping his arms around you.

‘I might have a solution’ he said as he wiped your tears away.

‘Go on then’ you said, still sobbing.

‘You and Max could move in with me. That way, we could spend more time together and Max won’t have to change preschool and can start year one with Charlie’ Cillian suggested.

‘Move in with you? Cillian, don’t you think it’s a bit too early for that? We have only been together for 5 weeks’ you said.

‘Yes, but we’ve known each other for a few months now. Seems like a perfectly reasonable timeframe’ Cillian chuckled, making you laugh. You knew that he was being sarcastic. He always had a good sense of humour.

‘Coming from the man who just a couple of months ago didn’t want to settle down’ you smiled.

‘Well, that was before I got myself such a beautiful girlfriend’ Cillian said before giving you a passionate kiss. He could taste the saltiness from your tears but it didn’t seem to bother him.

‘You are crazy, you know that’ you chuckled after your lips drifted apart.

‘Well, you do that to me’ Cillian said while cupping your face with both of his hands.

‘We would, however, need to work on your cooking skills’ he added jokingly, earning him a nudge.

‘Very funny’ you said with a laugh.

‘Seriously though, what do you think?’ Cillian asked.

‘I think Max would really love this idea and I would love nothing more than sharing a bed with you every night. I am just worried that you will get sick of me after a while’ you said.

‘I don’t think I could ever get sick of you Y/N. Just your cooking’ Cillian chuckled before telling you that he loved you.

‘I love you too Cilly’ you said before kissing him passionately.

‘Is that a yes?’ he asked.

‘It’s a yes, thank you’ you said before pushing him back onto the bed.

‘The lunch reservation is at 1pm Y/N’ Cillian said as you hoovered over him.

‘Forget about lunch’ you responded just as you threw your t-shirt to the floor.

However, just as you were getting down to business, your phone rang, not once, but twice.

It was Max’s preschool and you knew that it was urgent.

You quickly returned the call and were told that you must pick up Max as he had a fall on the playground.

You got dressed quickly and drove to preschool to pick up Max. You were advised to go to hospital to see whether Max’s arm was broken.

Being cautious, you followed the teacher’s advice and took Max for an x-ray at hospital. Luckily, it was just a sprain which should resolve with some rest. Unfortunately, by the time you got to leave the hospital it was 6pm. You were there for hours.

Cillian suggested that you and Max come over to his place for dinner. You gladly accepted the offer and this allowed you both to talk to your kids about moving in together.

As you told them, they were beyond excited and Max was quick to arrange a sleepover for the following night.

You and Cillian agreed but, for a change, arranged a babysitter to look after your three boys allowing you to go for dinner and to the movies with your friends which was something you didn’t do very often.

Movie Night

The next evening, Cillian’s sister came over to watch the kids. This was the first time you met someone from Cillian’s family and she was quite excited to get to know you.

Apparently, Cillian had told her and his parents about you already.

After you chatted with her for half an hour, you both made your way to the restaurant.

Unfortunately for you, your friends had invited Jeremy, unaware of the fact that he continued to message you daily much to Cillian’s frustration.

Regardless of this, both you and Cillian were polite as you sat down across from Jeremy and your friends.

‘What did you guys do with the kids tonight?’ your friend Amy asked.

‘My sister is looking after them at my house’ Cillian responded.

‘What about Max?’ she asked.

‘Max is at Cillian’s house as well’ you said, which is when your friend Amy slipped the news. You had already told her that you would be moving in with Cillian just before he starts filming again.

‘Oh well, better to get used to it. Living with 4 boys soon Y/N eh? That shall be interesting’ she said.

Her comment quickly raised a lot of questions, in particular from Jeremy.

‘You really are becoming a sugar baby Y/N aren’t you?’ he said sarcastically, causing Cillian to laugh. He tried very hard to take Jeremy seriously, but it was difficult.

‘A sugar baby? Is that even a word?’ Cillian asked.

‘You know what I mean’ Jeremy said.

‘No, please enlighten me’ Cillian responded.

‘Alright’ Cillian chuckled.

‘It’s none of my business Cillian, but why is that you actors have to get involved with women who are so much younger than you?’ Jeremy said.

‘You are right, it’s none of your business Jeremy’ you said harshly while Cillian tried hard to bite his tongue.

Your friends quickly changed the conversation after that but you couldn’t keep your hands of your boyfriend that evening simply to annoy Jeremy and Cillian played along.

‘I am sorry he’s been a tool’ you whispered into Cillian’s ear as you walked to the movies with your friends.

‘I find it very difficult to remain polite around him’ Cillian said.

‘I know’ you responded just as the theatre opened.

You took your seats and, to your frustration, Jeremy sat down right next to you, causing Cillian to get annoyed.

After what Jeremy had said to you and Cillian, you refused to speak to him and largely ignored him until the movie started.

About twenty minutes into the movie, you started to get rather bored. You couldn’t believe that you had to be there for another two hours. Who decided to choose a two- and half-hour movie in French, with subtitles? Of course, you did, without doing any research.

You looked over to Cillian and noticed that he was disinterested in the movie as well and stopped reading the subtitles. It was evident, he was somewhere in dreamland, probably thinking about how he could annoy Jeremy after his most recent insult.

Noticing your boyfriend’s disinterest in the movie, you reached for his hand, running your hand over the top of his gently. You had his attention now and he gave you a warm smile for all you could tell in the dark theatre.

Taking his hand into yours, you guided it on top of your thighs which is where it sat for a while. Not getting the hint, you arched back into your seat and guided his hand further up beneath your loose cotton skirt.

Whilst you couldn’t see much, you noticed Cillian turn his head towards you. Just as he did, you guided his hand further up your thigh while biting your lip. You tried hard for your eyes not to leave the movie screen.

He finally got the hint and squeezed your thigh gently before handing you your cardigan from your bag.

You placed the cardigan across your lap just as Cillian lifted up your skirt slightly beneath it, giving him better access.

You glanced to your right to ensure that Jeremy, who was sitting next to you, didn’t see what Cillian was doing.

Luckily for you, he was intensely focused on the movie although, no doubt, your boyfriend would have preferred if Jeremy knew what you were doing. After all, Jeremy had just insulted him and it wasn’t long before Cillian and you got together, that Jeremy had told him that he would like to get into your panties.

Just as Cillian’s fingers wandered up your upper inner thigh, you released a sigh and parted your legs slightly while making sure that your cardigan provided enough cover.

By the time Cillian’s fingers reached the apex of your thighs and touched your panties, they were already damp.

You were grateful that the theatre was so dark because your skirt was up to the top of your thighs and draped over Cillian’s hand which would otherwise have been clearly noticeable beneath the thin cardigan.

You were panting with desire, just from Cillian stroking and squeezing your thighs and running his hand over your wet panties.

You slid down a bit in your chair and spread your thighs even more. The adrenaline rush had your inhibitions going out the window.

You could hear a slight chuckle from Cillian as he noticed you pushing your body down against his hand.

Just in that moment, you felt his fingers sliding your panties to the side.

Within seconds, he dipped a finger inside your wet entrance, gathering some of your natural lubrication, then moved it upwards toward your clit.

You sucked in a breath through your teeth, hissing quietly. By that time, you both had completely stopped paying attention to the movie.

Cillian started in a slow rhythm, circling your clit a few times, then dipping down shallowly into your entrance, repeating it over and over.

Your fingers were digging into his forearm on one side and onto the armrest on the other.

Your hips were moving of their own accord as you were whimpering quietly as Cillian’s fingers moved in and out of you.

Suddenly, it hit. You groaned quietly, gripping boyfriend’s hand, pushing his finger into you even deeper and grinding your clit against the palm of his hand.

Your walls clenched around his fingers as your orgasm washed over you and you couldn’t help it but let out a shallow moan.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ Jeremy asked, noticing the sound you made while looking at you with some confusion.

‘Yes, I am fine’ you said bluntly and with a deep breath while Cillian pulled his fingers out of you with a grin on his face.

You handed Jeremy your popcorn before rearranging your skirt and handing Cillian your cardigan. At this point, he needed it more than you as his erection pushed against the zipper of his jeans.

‘Follow me’ you whispered into Cillian’s ear before standing up and excusing yourself, walking past Jeremy.

‘Where are you going?’ Jeremy asked.

‘Bathroom’ you responded. You were still annoyed with him and he wouldn’t get anything from you but stern and short answers.

Cillian waited another minute or two before following you so that he wouldn’t raise any suspicion.

You waited for him in the front of the cinema with a big smile on your face.

‘You choose the worst movies’ Cillian said with a cheeky smile.

‘I have been enjoying it so far’ you smirked before taking his hand and pulling him towards the parents’ room.

‘Y/N, I don’t think this is a good idea’ Cillian said as you locked the door behind you.

‘Relax, it’s 10pm. No one will need this room until tomorrow. We will be safe. Despite, I know you, this won’t go down any time soon unless we get to it’ you smirked as you placed your hands on Cillian’s crotch before crashing your lips onto his with haste.

Without wasting any time, you unbuttoned his jeans and pushed down his zipper before running your hand inside his briefs and stroking his hard cock.

‘You’ve got ten minutes’ you said after breaking the kiss and before turning around, leaning forward over the wash basin.

Within seconds, Cillian lifted up your skirt and pushed down your panties before lining himself up with your wet entrance.

You smiled at him in the mirror as he gently pushed your legs apart and grasped the perky butt cheeks before him.

Cillian pried them apart and stepped forward. He was flush against you and you couldn’t help it but release a soft moan.

His cock slipped between your legs, and the head glided across your sensitive lips.

‘Fuck I want you so much’ you moaned as you pushed back against him in anticipation.

Without words, Cillian pulled back a little and then pushed up into your tight tunnel.

‘Fuck’ you moaned loudly as your walls stretched to fit his length inside you.

‘You got to be quiet’ Cillian whispered from behind you as he began to thrust in and out of you.

He gave you barely a moment to brace yourself before he gripped your hips and pulled back. His cock slipped out almost the whole way before he thrust his hips forward and dived back into your heat.

Cillian set a hard pace, knowing that you didn’t have much time together before someone would get suspicious.

You could hear his laboured breathing behind you as you held onto the basin tightly.

‘God yes’ you moaned quietly as the tip of his cock hit your cervix over and over again.

Cillian smiled at your reaction and reached down to grab your thighs. He spread your legs even wider. By that time, you were on your toes, with no leverage of your own.

‘Don’t stop’ you whispered as you could feel another orgasm build up in your stomach and, within seconds, your walls constricted around him.

You cried out a little too loudly, and your whole body shook as your orgasm slammed into you.

Cillian kept his brutal thrusts up as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Your legs trembled before him and he smiled as you whimpered with every thrust.

The contractions around his cock and your moans sent Cillian over the edge also and, shortly after you came down from your high, he reached his and filled you with his warm cum.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned quietly as he slowly began to relax, his face resting on the back of your shoulders, kissing them gently.

After he came down completely, he pulled out of you and you could feel the mixture of his cum and yours drip down your thighs.

Cillian handed you a paper towel but you declined the offer and simply pulled up your panties.

‘I like to remember this for the rest of the night’ you grinned before giving him another passionate kiss.

Your comment earned you a chuckle but, deep down inside, Cillian liked the thought of knowing that your panties will be wet from his cum for the remainder of the night.

After making sure that no one was around, you left the room together and made your way back to the theatre together.

‘You’ve been gone for a while. Is everything alright?’ Jeremy asked as you sat back down next to him.

‘Yeah, I had to make a phone call’ you said just as Cillian sat back down next to you.

You both had a cheeky grin on your face as you watched the rest of the movie.

‘The movie was great, wasn’t it?’ your friend Alice asked as you left the theatre and Jeremy agreed simply because he knew that you chose it.

‘What did you think about the twist towards the end Cilly?’ she then asked.

‘Yeah, uhm…yeah it was alright’ Cillian said, not knowing what she was talking about.

‘There was a twist?’ you whispered to Cillian as you walked outside the theatre.

‘I think we missed the majority of the plot babe’ Cillian whispered back before taking your hand into his and following the others to the pub.

Jeremy kept starring at you and Cillian and you could notice the frustration on his face. You enjoyed it, a lot.

Later at the pub, Cillian received the usual attention from some young females. It always made you chuckle but it really annoyed Jeremy.

Despite the fact that Cillian enjoyed Jeremy getting annoyed, it soon became too much for him and, after about three drinks, you both decided to leave.

Getting Down to Business

You called a taxi and drove back to Cillian’s house.

‘It’s unbelievable’ you giggled sheepishly and slightly tipsy from the three gin and tonics you had earlier.

‘What is?’ Cillian asked, closing the door behind you.

‘All the attention you get from all of these young women every time we go out’ you said.

‘What can I say, it’s Tommy Shelby Effect’ Cillian laughed.

‘Hmm I think I get it’ you said and, just after this comment, you kissed him passionately just as his sister walked out of the living room.

‘Alright, I am going’ his sister chuckled.

You both thanked her for looking after the children and made your way to the shower. You both smelled like beer and popcorn.

Just as you got into the large shower together and were talking about the evening, Cillian couldn’t help it but complain about Jeremy.

‘You know, I am yours Cillian!’ you said as you ran your hands over his chest.

‘You are mine, are you?’ he chuckled in response to your comment which reminded him on his script for Season 5 of Peaky Blinders.

‘Yes…’ you whispered into his ear just before biting his earlobe gently while the hot water ran down in between you.

Cillian’s hands soon moved from your back down to your naked butt cheeks while his lips kissed the bare skin on your neck.

‘I love you Y/N’ he said in between kisses.

‘I love you too Cillian and I want you to fuck me as if you own me’ you whispered. ‘Take me the way you want to’ you added seductively.

‘You’ve been watching too much of this TV show’ Cillian said with a chuckle, referring to a new TV documentary series that you were watching on Netflix about BDSM.

‘It’s intriguing though, isn’t it?’ you asked running your hands over Cillian’s chest and down in between his legs. He grew hard almost instantly as you touched him.

Your face was inches away from his and you could see pure hunger and lust aflame in his eyes as you were stroking him gently. His warm breath fanned over your face like an aphrodisiac and the want in his eyes was intoxicating.

He remembered the last episode of the documentary quite well and grabbed your hair at the back of your head gently, causing the hot water to run down your breasts.

You bit your lip with excitement, fire building up in your eyes.

‘You really want to try this don’t you?’ Cillian asked, causing you to nod.

‘Alright’ he sighed with a smile and, with his free arm, he pushed you onto your knees almost instantly.

That’s it, exactly what you wanted.

He pulled on your hair, making you look up at him while you were biting your lips.

You suddenly felt a wretch in your stomach. Cillian wasn’t normally that forceful with you and you knew that, for him, it was a roleplay more than anything. Being with an actor clearly had its perks.

‘Is this what you want?’ he asked, causing you to nod again.

With his hand still firmly in your hair, he guided your mouth towards his hard cock.

You open your mouth willingly and, within one thrust, the head of his hard cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag.

You didn’t even try to pull away and he slowly and deeply began to thrust in and out of your mouth, giving your barely enough time to breath.

You gave into his rhythm as the warm water was running over your back.

‘God, your mouth feels amazing’ Cillian moaned, knowing that you enjoy it when he is talking to you while were intimate. You loved the sound of his voice.

Just as you got used to the sensation of being forced up and down his cock, he began to tweak one of your erect nipples with his free hand, causing you to moan around him.

‘Good girl, keep going’ Cillian said with a slight smirk as he toys with your nipple, pulling and rolling it between his fingers.

The pit of your stomach was set aflame and your thighs were slick with your juices.

With his cock in your mouth and your nipples being aroused, you are under sensory overload.

As he continued to thrust in and out of your mouth, you closed your eyes trying to concentrate on the raw pleasure that was radiating from your body in waves.

‘Look at me’ he demanded, causing you to open your eyes again and dig your hands into his thighs as he kept going.

‘That’s it’ he moaned, thrusting into your mouth a few more times before pulling you away from his throbbing cock and your mouth comes off with a satisfying pop.

Some small tears were running down your cheeks, your mouth sore from opening so widely and your hair was still in his hands. He roughly wiped away the saliva around your mouth and wrapped his hand around your throat gently.

You looked up into his blue eyes and wanted nothing more than for him to take you, fuck you hard.

‘Common, let’s take this to the bedroom’ he said as he began to notice the water getting cold.

‘Yes sir’ you winked, earning him a chuckle.

‘You defiantly are serious, aren’t you?’ Cillian said as you dried each other off. He was slightly out of his comfort zone but decided to play along as he could see the desire in your eyes. You were by far the most adventurous and kinky woman he’s ever been with.

Moments later, you made your way to Cillian’s bedroom.

‘I don’t think so’ Cillian said firmly as you reached the edge of the bed.

With his hand on your throat gently again and the other on your waist, he guided you towards the large reading desk in the bedroom.

‘Turn around’ he instructed and, as soon as you complied, he pushed you down onto the table.

Just as you your face leaned against the cold wood, he took both of your arms and secured both your hands behind your back.

Electricity shot down your spine as you tried to struggle out of his grasp teasingly.

You were completely under his control just as you wanted.

He put your two wrists wrapped around one hand and with the other, slowly traced a finger up your inner thigh.

You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning too loudly.

Cillian took his time, exploring every inch of your thighs and ass.

‘So sexy’ Cillian said as his fingers brushed against your wet folds, causing you to whimper.

He continued to run his fingers up and down your pussy, teasing to put his fingers in.

You whined and struggled against his grasp, your wetness started trailing down your thighs.

‘Oh god yes’ you moaned as Cillian slowly eased his fingers inside, scissoring his fingers as he went.

‘Shh’ Cillian said, knowing that you had to remain quiet with the boys in the next room.

Your mind went blank as pleasure shot through your nerves, spreading like wildfire.

Cillian’s fingers swirled around inside of you languidly, leaving no space unexplored and, moments later, he brushed against your g-spot causing you to jerk.

‘Stay still’ he said as he pressed his body down, immobilizing yours.

He knew very well that you liked to squirm when he reached your sweet spot as the intensity was too overpowering.

This time, you wouldn’t get away, no matter how hard you try.

‘Oh god Cillian, please’ you yelped, the feeling of his fingers on your g-spot being too much for you to handle.

But Cillian wouldn’t let you squirm away and you soon learned that you had to just give in, surrender to him.

But, just as you relaxed and could feel your orgasm approach, he pulled his fingers out of you.

‘Did I say you could come?’ he teased as he placed his fingers into your mouth, making you taste your wet juices.

‘No sorry’ you said, hoping that he would put his fingers back inside of you.

‘Sorry what?’ Cillian asked sheepishly.

‘Sorry Sir’ you grinned just before you ran your tongue along the length of his fingers.

‘Good girl’ he whispered just as he trailed his fingers back down towards your wet entrance.

Within seconds, they entered you again and continued where they left off.

You tried hard not to come right away and, after several more minutes, you couldn’t control it any longer.

‘Cillian please, can I come?’ you moaned, your walls already beginning to contract around his fingers.

‘No Y/N, you cannot’ he said, withdrawing his fingers once again, pulling your head back on your hair and kissing you passionately.

Just as he pushed you back down, you could feel him line himself up with your entrance.

Your hands were still pinned behind your back as he pressed the tip of his cock into you slowly. Your walls clench instinctively.

‘Don’t you dare come until I’ve given you permission’ he murmured into your ear as he pushes into you torturously slow.

‘I promise I won’t come without permission’ you said as you could feel Cillian’s body against yours and his hands gripping over your hands pinned behind your back and your hair.

‘Good girl’ he whispered as he continued to push inside you slowly until he was completely inside.

You tried to wriggle so you could adjust to his size, but Cillian held you in place. He slowly moved out until only the tip remained inside and thrusts back in deeply.

You moaned loudly into the table as he continued his rhythm, fucking you slowly but deeply. Your mind blanks, pleasure rocking through your body.

You could feel him tighten his grip over your hands as he slowly pulls out and slams into you, eliciting a yelp.

‘Yes, oh god, yes’ you moaned loudly as he began to pick up the pace, knocking you almost breathless.

Your moans caused Cillian to place one of his hands over your mouth gently. You were way too loud.

You felt like a wound-up toy, yearning to be released from the tension. With every thrust, you come closer to your orgasm. He's hitting you fast and deeply, but not enough to send your over the edge. You whine and whimper, weakly struggling against his body. You are so close, teetering on a cliff.

‘Please’ you moaned into his, desperate for your release.

‘Please what?’ Cillian asked as he thrusts in and out of you and removing his hand for just one moment to allow you to speak.

‘Please let me come’ you responded.

‘You will need to do better than that’ Cillian said as he thrusts into you even deeper.

‘I do anything, please’ you moaned, your walls beginning to clench around him.

‘Anything? Hmm, alright, that seems like a fair deal’ Cillian said picking up the speed.

With those words, you let go. Pleasure rocked through your body like a wave.

You tried to fight the feeling of falling and flying at the same time as your orgasm washed over you.

Cillian moaned at the same time as he felt your tight walls close around his cock and, with three more thrusts, he came inside of you.

You could feel his cock throb inside of you as your legs shake from the powerful orgasm.

Just as you both came down from your high, he slowly pulled out of you, causing some of his cum to leak out.

He released your hands and helped you up from the desk.

You turned around to face him and, with one of your hands, you reached in between your legs collecting some of his cum before licking it from your fingers suggestively.

‘I enjoyed this’ you smirked, causing Cillian to stare at you in disbelieve.

‘You are naughty, aren’t you?’ he chuckled just before giving you a kiss.

‘Yes I am’ you smirked before you both made your way to the bed.

By that time you were exhausted.

You curled up in each other’s arms and shared some gentle moments together.

‘I am looking forward to sleeping in this bed with you every night’ you said.

‘So do I’ Cillian responded, before turning off the light.

Morning After

The next morning, you got woken up by the smell of pancakes and three missed calls.

Your father had tried to call you to congratulate Max on his recent soccer medal.

You returned the call and handed the phone to Max while you joined Cillian in the kitchen for a coffee. Just as you were drinking your coffee, you listened to Max speak to his grandfather on speaker.

‘So how have you been Max?’ grandpa asked.

‘Good poppy, we are having pancakes’ Max said.

‘Mum made pancakes? Do they taste any good?’ grandpa laughed.

‘No Cillian made pancakes. Mum and I are moving to his house soon and then we can have pancakes every weekend’ Max said.

‘Cillian? Who is Cillian?’ grandpa asked.

‘Mum’s boyfriend’ Max responded, causing you to choke on your coffee.

‘Can you please put your mother on the phone’ he said.

To be continued…..

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What's in a name? (Analysing all the names in stranger things)

*I'll be repeating some names more than once as I break down categories .

Show , book, and tv easterggs

Alot of character names may have deeper meaning but some are also refs to stories they liked. The stranger writers twitter posted a list of movies said to inspire s4 (which I’ll be referencing).

Dart- dustin names him this after d'artagenean (a 3 musketeers book character) and one of Dustin's fav candies (3 muskateers). Similarly his pet turtle yurtle is implied to be named after the dr Seuss’ story 'yertle the turtle'.

Brenner- main character from 'the birds', which was on the st s4 list.

Byers- john byers from x files. The duffers mentioned x files was an inspo for the show. Although John byers (from x files) resembles Murray as an unhinged conspiracy theorist. The documentary paradise lost was also cited as inspo for st- john byers and his son, terry, Michael, and Steve were names in said film

Jim Hopper- in Predator (another st inspo) he was a soldier who was flayed to death in the woods. Another character in the film with a similar fate was “Hawkins”.

Detective Wheeler and elle Holloway- from silent Hill franchise. Another ref mentioned by the Duffers. Holloway was the surname of st's Heather. Elle (is el) and Wheeler is Mike's surname. Wheeler was also on the ep of twiglight zone (another cited ref by the duffers) . In the ep 'mute' sheriff wheeler takes in a mute psychic girl as his foster daughter. So some hints at hopper too . Hopper even mentions el-anor (gilipse) in s1. The surname of a main character in the silent hill series.Lt. Colonel Sullivan (s4) could be a eastergg of silent hill 4 which had a Sullivan character.

Henderson- st twitter mentioned how all the bond films were on the s4 inspiration list . So Dustin's surname being the same as one of the bond characters is a nod. Duffers also mentioned ‘freaks & geeks’ as inspo- and 1 character’s surname was also Henderson (another nod).

Mrs Driscoll (from s3) - a nod to invasion of the body snatchers which was mentioned as inspo by the Duffers. And clear inspo for s3.

Powell (cop and partner of hopper ) - diehard films also on s4 list. He's named after the cop powell.

Callahan (cop and partner of Hopper) - father Callahan ref. He shows up in many of Stephen King novels. The Duffers have cited over 10 novels and books from him as inspo for st

Nancy- she's called ‘Nancy drew’ (from the novels). And the duffers have mentioned they are fans of elmstreet - who's main character was Nancy. Nancy also references 'Oliver twist" ,and that book has a character named Nancy in it. Nancy was also a first Lady in the 80s similar to her friend Barbara- who was also a first Lady in the 80s.Nancy's name might also be inspired by "Nancy Wheeler", a secondary character in the 1970 book Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret written by Judy Blume.

Fred (s4)- apparently a high-school journalist who may be friend or foe. This one is a stretch but given nancy maybe being an elmstreet ref- and her enemy being fred-die kreuger. Fred may have animosity to Nancy and that's why his name is Fred. I mean ... they even cast a new s4 character with Freddie kreuger's original actor.so...

Jason (s4) - is in the 1986 Nancy drew novel (when s4 takes place). He is similar to the duffers description. In the novel he's a rich, popular, arrogant jock and blackmailing students at the high-school . S3 even named one of its episodes after a nancy drew novel- so wouldn't surprise me.

Christie carpenter (s4/reffed in s1 by hopper)- christie is the main character in the hellraiser series (which is on the s4 st list). Carpenter is the surname of the director of 'the thing' name dropped in s3. (The flesh monster in s3 also resembles the thing) , and in s1 mr clarke watches it ,and mike has the thing movie poster in his basement.

Argyle (s4) - die hard 1-2 were on the s4 st list. And is a name of a diehard character.

Max- her name is 'mad max' like the 80s film. But since the Duffers like videogames. Her name may be a ref to max caufield from the ‘life is strange’ game as well. She has a 'never Maxine rule' similar to max in st. But the game character is similar to jonathan as she is a teen photographer and says similar words to jonathan in s1 saying she would rather watch people through a camera than interact with them.

Eddie munson (s4)- not going to lie. I have no proof of this but I immediately thought of the TV character Eddie Munster (the friendly monster ).

Possible comic book easteggs

The duffers are no stranger to comic book references. The duffers have already directly reffed xmen, wonderwoman, and green lantern. Kali's place also has a comic book ref to 'the invisibles' on the wall. While the s4 movie list mentions thor ragnock , age of ultron, and 2 batman films. Some of these refs will go over your head if you haven't read my DID theory. But a lot of this analysis will still be enjoyable. :)

Jane st ives (jane ives aka el). marvel. (jane st ives sees her dad k*ll her mom and vows revenge against him.Sort of similar to what brenner did to terry).

Stephanie harrington (Steve harrington)- 80s marvel comic. DP.7. Will DID ref. Antibody, is a medical resident who can project from his body a dark figure of himself (also called an "antibody", a word play on the medical term) that flies, can become intangible, and transfer its memories to another person by physical contact (mindflayer). He later merges with the antibody. like how susie refs ‘wizard of earthsea’ -the novel where the young wizard Ged releases a shadow monster (said to be an ancient evil) but it turns out to be the dark aspects of his personality and the only way for the chaos to stop is to accept his darkness and merge as 1.

Barry bauman (Murray bauman) . marvel comics - Will did easteregg.Bauman lived in never ending darkness. He felt, that there was a realm outside the darkness and started to explore the entire content of his brain thus using now more than the usual 10 % .Also had telekinesis.He turned his attention to the stars in order to exact revenge on the human race which spends billions of dollars to kill each other, but wouldn't spend the mere million or so it would have cost to cure him. For his vengeance he transported the suns near our galaxy into his omnipotent brain. As the people of Earth would learn of the disappearing of the suns they would panic and feel Bauman's loneliness before he would destroy Earth.Despite the death of his physical body, Bauman's consciousness somehow survived and began hopping from body to body throughout the galaxy, his powers growing until the Star Thief was recognized as a major threat to galactic society.

Sinclair- last name of xmen rhaine. Will Did ref. storyline Rahne Sinclair is mentally bonded to Havok against her will(Will/mf).She is subsequently manipulated by the Shadow King. Her bond with Havok causes her to act irrationally, sometimes threatening teammates, sometimes by flirting with them. She undergoes more than one attempt to undo the bonding, with varying results. Her instability also manifests in many odd dreams, in which her identity is merged into pop culture figures. What’s funny is charlie heaton (jonathan byers) was just in an xmen movie with this Rhaine character.

Victor creel (s4)-sounds like mutant victor creed of the xmen comic. x men Mutant with ab*sive dad and poor socioeconomic background. He had a "birthday tradition" of ab*sing his young relatives on their birthdays. Which reminds me of Lonnie making jonathan cry for a week (because he forced him to k*ll a rabbit on his b-day). Not to mention Lonnie is prob coming back for Will’s b day in s4... so... the name is prob a ref to that ‘birthday tradition’. Could also be a stephen king reference -since Duffers love him. The Creel family was in sk’s book “pet cemetary’-which fun fact (the actress who plays El’s aunt is in the recent remake)!

Yuri (s4)-Yuri Topolov (Russian: Юрий Тополов) was a Soviet scientist and the first foe of the Hulk.

Dimitri (s4)-Dmitri Bukharin was born in Kuibyshev, Russia (some sources say Moscow). First appeared in Iron man.

Peter ballard ( s4 character) may just be a hellfire ref . since I guy with last name ballard was a double agent for the hellfire club (name of st s4 ep 1). And ballard means bald which the actor is certainly not lol. I don't think he's literally associated with hellfire but its just a ref. And because its implied in his st character summary despite working for the mental hospital-where brenner is most likely at- he's horrified by the treatment of the psych patients. So that may be where the double agent aspect would come into play.

Ian Hargrove (billy hargrove)- batman comics. had a history of mental health problems dating back to childhood, which his parents were unable to afford treatment for. His brother John hargrove tried to keep him out of trouble but Ian developed an uncanny talent for explosives (will the wise fire powers). He ends up at Archam asylum. Cough billy is Will's alter. Why he has the name billy (a nickname for William) . Jonathan in s2 mentions how he likes the writer vonnegut- who wrote slaughter house 5- the main character was Billy. Already mentioned how it connects to my did theory .

Jason carver (s4)- carver is the last name of the comic hero thunderbolt (in the flash)-the first name of thunderbolt is Will and his brother is named Lonnie. There was also a John carver in the comic.

Holland (barb's last name) last name of Swamp thing. I think its plot has quite a few s4/5 spoilers but Im not diving into it right now.

Names associated with religions or mythology

(if you’ve read my DID theory- some themes will appear relevant in relation WIll’s alters or to WIll’s past/tr*uma).

-‘Kali prasad".Kali is the name of a Hindu goddess . Kali’s iconography and mythology commonly associate her with death, violence, s*xuality, but also paradoxically -motherly love. In myths ‘she only k*lls demons’ and is described as ‘overflowing with incomprehensible love for her children’ - (aka ST’s Kali k*lling people from hawkins lab for hurting kids). Her third eye stands for wisdom (like Will the wise).Kali is called at times ‘ the bright fire of truth’ (will the wise/fire powers).The devotee makes her image in his heart and under her influence burns away all limitations and ignorance in the cremation fires. This inner cremation fire in the heart is the gyanagni (fire of knowledge), which kali bestows (cough Will the wise-fire powers). The goddess also could create a darkcloud of lightning (similar to the mf). The phrase “brilliant as a dark cloud” is a snippet of one such prayer dedicated to Kali.The name Kali is derived from the Hindu word that means “time”. Kali receives her name because she devours ‘kala’ (Time)- like clocks ticking when El sees demogorgan/clock being wonky when Will see mf/clocks in s4 promos.’ After devouring time she resumes her own dark formlessness. “This transformative effect can be metaphorically illustrated in the West as a black hole in space” (cough mf cough hopper blackhole/time refs). Kali’s s2 butterfly-“Kali is the Hindu goddess associated with eternal energy. ... The cocoon, butterfly and the karmic golden wheel reflect Her deep connection with life.”And Prasād (her last name) is a material substance that is a religious offering to gods in Hinduism .

-While, EL is the name of a Cannanite (male) god associated with “salt water “ (pool filled with salt in s1) who “dwelled in a tent” (in s1 Mike’s blanket fort) .And his gray-beard was described as " "full of wisdom.” él’ in Spanish means ‘he’- which could be a nod at her ( androgynous) presentation in s1. El can also be translated to "God" or 'god'. The el character has various mythologies depending on which culture/ religion is using the term 'el'. In the post-biblical period, "el" became a regular element in the names of angels such as "Gabri·el," "Micha·el," and "Azri·el," to denote their status as divine beings.And Jane translates to " Yahweh (god) is gracious/merciful". The cannanite god El was also dubbed “Compassionate God of Mercy.” Earlier, a ninth century B.C.E. inscription identifies Ēl- the name of the Babylonian water god Ea, lord of the watery subterranean abyss (cough watery dark void in st). Terry (el’s mom-aka Teressa) was originally used in the Middle Ages for a “child baptized in holy water” (El in the sensory water tank/Terry used it too,according to Becky in s1). Eleanor (called this in s1)- can mean "sun ray" (possible the opposite of the ‘shadow monster’ or Kali who can represent a “black hole”).

-Will-the s4 st movie lists (‘red dragon’, gods of monsters, & ‘blade runner’ ) mention the artist and writer William Blake (specifically his painting of the angel michael fighting a dragon in revelations - reffed in st s1). He was one of many painters part of the exhibition of “ The World Turned Upside Down: Apocalyptic Imagery.”The World Turned Upside Down explores the myriad ways that artists in England visualized the apocalypse in a period fraught with political, religious, economic, and cultural change.

During this period Blake was commissioned to create over a hundred paintings intended to illustrate books of the Bible along with revelations . He also drew illustrations for the novel Dante’s inferno. Blake’s brutally satirizes oppressive authority in church and state.He said those who proclaim restrictive moral rules and oppressive laws as “goodness” are in themselves evil. Hence to counteract this repression, Blake announces that he is of the “Devil’s Party” (cough hellfire club ref-and dissing the satanic panic of the hellfire club and other marginilised groups) . He also says “men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast.” So Instead of looking for God on remote altars, Blake warns, man should look within.He produced a diverse and symbolically rich œuvre, which embraced the “imagination as “the body of God.” He wrote his own stories based on biblical writings- one includes the fire wielding character of Los (will the wise) who represented jesus. Los (like jesus does in revelations) causes the destruction of the world and the second judgment unfolds. The poem ends with Los’s unfallen state rising up and shepherding in science and removing the dark religions. I also talked about how this story ‘book of los’ hints at the DID theory-but this is getting long-so you can just read the explanation here if interested. Also, hellooo Both names are William B(yers/lake). Billy (a alter of Will-sharing the name William) in s3 he even wore “lady of pillar” medallion- i.e about jesus/mary.

JOHN (supposedly Jesus’ blood relative- who wrote ‘revelations’.) In scripture John was called “the disciple whom Jesus loved as a brother” .Fire is the most typical element associated with the Saint John's Eve celebration (Jonathan did light the demogorgan on fire). Many scholars consider John & Jesus ("apocalyptic prophets"). Jonathan itself translates to " yahweh (god ) has given" in Hebrew.

Michael- Similar to kali, he’s a religious figure known for killing demons. He’s the arch-angel from the book of revelations (Apocalypse). A evil Beast (with seven heads usually translated to ‘satan’ or ‘dragon’) appears .“it was a 7″ causes Will to be attacked by the demogorgan ( which in d&d is a demon with multiple heads). The Archangel MICHAEL fought and defeated this 7 headed beast/satan. Corresponding with Mike at the end of s1 writing a fictional d&d story for Will (based off defeating the demogorgan) which was about helping kill a 7 HEADED MONSTER! Michael is also the archangel who oversees on Earth the natural element of fire (Mike telling Will the wise to use ‘fireball’ to defeat this same 7 headed monster in the game, at the end of s1)! Ironically though Jesus /Christian god is also associated with 7s a lot (he has 7 angels and during the apocalypse causes 7 plagues , he has 7 candles etc .)cause the number seven, represented ‘perfection’ according to ancient numerology . Will’s b day is March 22- (3) +2+2 =7 (“it was a 7”). Will’s bday even falls in what christians call “the holy week”( the week immediately preceding Easter.) At the end of s1 they even defeat this 7 headed monster because Will rolls a 14 (which can be broken down into two 7s). Michael & William also have 7 letters in each of their names respectively- equating to this 14. This dragon biblical story (of Michael) is also William blake’s most popular painting. Also, random fact in revelations god has a rainbow throne (with thunder /lightning -will the wise powers- coming from the throne, and seven lit torches next to it ) . He also wears a rainbow halo. Lol. Michael also roughly translates to ( 'Who like el?' The answer being roughly translated to ' no one like el' ... which i mean literally is saying there is no one similar to her. But I still think its a linguistic pun/ burn that Mike is not actually into El romantically).

Jim (James) hopper- According to the s3 script Hopper’s real name is James. JAMES (JIM) was an apostle to jesus- brother of john. And in the bible was called a ’son of thunder ’. Will’s powers/ hopper being an alter of Will's so technically brother of jonathan and thunder powers. Not to mention David on Instagram saying hopper has " he has risen. like bread" is a Jesus ref to 'he has risen"... even the bread ref could be a catholic ref to the last supper.

Martin Brenner/marsha holland- have their first name reference the roman god Mars who was originally a ‘thunder or storm deity’ (will the wise/mf powers). EL (in cannanite mythology) also allowed Baal the storm god to rule the entire earth.

ROBIN- was the God of Thunder’s- Thor’s- favorite bird. And Dustin also means ‘Thor’s stone.’The red belly robin is also an important bird in Christianity. Legend has it that the robin got its red belly from a fire in which it was trying to protect Jesus. Robin also name drops the greek god prometheus- the god of fire (will the wise) who brought human beings life and knowledge. And Steve looks at Robin and says "let there be light" a biblical passage. The robin represents selflessness for a higher truth.

Barb- Saint BARBara- dad kept her locked away from the outside world (like el/brenner) . He tried to k*ll her when he learned she didn’t believe in his religion- so the dad was punished by “god” who electrocuted him with lightning/lit him on fire. (Will the wise powers).

Nancy- is derived from a medieval diminutive of Annis, an English form of Agnes. There’s the christian saint Agnes- who was beautiful and from a wealthy family. She was the Christian saint of girls and v*rginity . And the duffers subverted this along with the problematic horror movie trope of the ' v*rgin female heroine surviving while her more se*ually liberated female friends are punished by the villain' ( by having her survive specifically because she decided to have s*x).Agnes was also led out and bound to a stake, but (allegedly) the bundle of wood would not burn, or the flames parted away from her (will the wise fire powers). Also people claimed that any man who tried to r*pe her was struck blind.

Hopper's wife’s name -Dianne- is also the roman goddess of ,nature, hunting and wild animals( and greek equivalent to Artemis) .Becky means ‘snare’ -for hunting animals .Teressa (Terry) means ' huntress'. The name was originally used in the Middle Ages for a child baptized in holy water . Name of 2 saints-Teresa of Avila and Therese of Lisieux. Lonnie’s gf (Cynthia) was originally an epithet of the Greek goddess Artemis, as well.

Power couple Angela & jake (s4) - Angela means 'messenger of God". And Jake (also means ”supplanter”) is derived from jacob. Jacob was the son of Isaac and Rebecca in genesis. El’s aunt,Becky (Rebecca) is wife of isaac.Other theories claim that Jacob is in fact derived from a hypothetical name like יַעֲקֹבְאֵל (Ya'aqov'el) meaning "may God protect".The name jacob is also where the names James/jim is derived from.

couple Steve spies on in s3- Anna Jacobi & Mark Lewinsky. Anna ( name of the mother of the Virgin Mary) Jacobi ("he who supplants"-aka same meaning as jim since both names are derived from jacob). Mark (”the god mars”-same meaning as martin brenner) .Lewinsky (lion-same name meaning as Lonnie). Also derived from the Hebrew root לוי‎ (leví, “priest”)

Joyce means "lord". Could also be a ref to the ('unofficial') saint Joyce who gave up wealth to live in poverty.

Ted-is the short form of the names Theodore and Edward. Theodore is a Greek name meaning "gift of God", Edward has an English origin and means "wealthy guard." Eddie (from s4) also means ‘wealthy guard”

Holly (nancy and Mike's sis)- Holly meanings are 'One who is pious' or 'sacred'

Karen- can be short for Katherine-one of the first christian saints.”Saint Katherine of the Wheel “(er). A 4th century martyr who suffered t*rture on a spiked wheel. Wheeler does mean ‘occupational name for a maker of wheels’ after all.

Gospel of LUKE (lucas?) , or simply Luke, tells of the origins, birth, ministry, death, resurrection, and ascension of Jesus Christ.

Sinclair- Catholic saint of computers and TV screens (i mean... he is in the av club).

MAXimilian was deemed a saint in the 1980s- saint of journalists and radios. (Both aspects of s3)

Saint stephen/steven ( STEVE)-an early disciple and deacon . Considered one of the first m*rtyrs of the church.Stephen is first mentioned in the Acts of the Apostles as one of seven deacons appointed by the Apostles to distribute food (lol icecream) .According to Orthodox belief, he was the eldest and is therefore called “archdeacon”.

Sara- Her name is a feminine form of sar (Hebrew: שַׂר‎), meaning “chieftain” or “prince." She was the wife and sister of Abraham (ew -given her being an alter of Will though, such a name doesn’t surprise me). Similar to st Barabara’s dad - Abraham tried to k*ll his son isaac in the name of god. Becky (El's aunt) - is derived from Rebecca - wife of Isaac.

Claudia (Dustin's mom)- Christian woman of Rome greeted by Paul in his second letter to Timothy (in the bible).

Sam mayfield (max's dad) - Short for Samuel or Samantha, from the Biblical name Shemu'el, which means "God has heard", from the Hebrew shama, meaning "heard" and el, meaning "God". Samuel is rumored to be argyle first name.

Marsha Kelly (s4)- Kelly means "frequents churches" or " bright headed". Given she's a counselor the bright headed pun makes sense. But maybe she's not to be trusted if she frequents churches during a satanic panic arc which was fueled by Christian religious extremism . Or she's someone who contrasts the rest of the religious people in town since she's not originally from hawkins...who knows. x files’ main character was catholic but in one ep she criticized a small town for the satanic panic occurring-and says how accusing these kids who listen to rock as satanic or being k*llers is ludicrous.

Peter ballard (s4) - Peter was also the name of an apostle.

Tina (side character s2)- like christy (s4) it’s short for Christina which translates to "follower of christ" or 'stream'. Tina was the gal who hosted the t halloween party and also the name of one of Erica’s friends in s3.

Samantha (goth girl jonathan talks to in s2 party) translates to "told by god".

Tommy (s1-2) "God's gift" or "twin".Thomas is the Greek variation of the Aramaic name Ta’oma’. It came about because there were too many apostles named Judas; Jesus renamed one Thomas—meaning "twin"—to distinguish him from Judas Iscariot and the Judas also known as Thaddeus.

carol (tommy’s gf)- Carol is the short form of Caroline and the meaning is derived from the English vocabulary word for “song” or “hymn". A hymn being a religious song or poem.

Benny ( who helped El at his dinner) - originally derived from latin bennedictus which means "blessed"

Stacey (s2-3 ) rejected dustin at dance. Stacey- "resurrection "

Grigori (the guy following and tracking hopper, Joyce, and alexi)- The name was adopted by early Christians heedful of the Biblical passage located in 1 Peter 5:8, “Be sober-minded; be watchful."grigory now means 'watchful and vigalent'

Alexi- prob based on the russian folklore story of alexy. A clever priest's son who tricks a dragon.

Harrington- similar to Robin's religious animal iconography. Harrington means 'he goat'.The most popular image of the Satanic goat dates back to the ever-mysterious Knights of Templar, who were accused of worshipping an idol known as Baphomet (a 1/2 human 1/2 goat man). Roman Catholic society decried it as a demon that demanded human sacrifice — but it would take a few more centuries before the goat became a truly occult symbol.Anton Lavey adopted Baphomet as the sigil of the Church of Satan in 1966, and it has appeared on countless metal album covers. But, Baphomet isn't the lone source of inspiration for our goat-like depictions of Satan.it's also believed that early Christians, seeking to demonize preexisting Pagan traditions, drew comparisons between the Devil and the Greek god Pan (god of nature), who happened to resemble a goat.Some cited how in revelations- during the apocalypse- Jesus separates the 'lambs from the goats'. ( supposedly Good vs bad)

Given the fact s3 alluded to the satanic panic. A Christian movement in the 80s that demonized and said d&d ,rock music, homosexuality, other religions, stephen King,horror films, wearing black,and non conservative ideology were 'satanic.' I wouldn't be surprised by this possible ref. Heck even William Blake criticized similar religious movements in his own time period. Several movies from the s4 list allude to this. The most obvious being the documentary paradise lost (named after the fictional retelling of satan/adam and eve story) - the documentary directly focuses on a witch hunt of rock loving teens (wrongfully accused of m*rders) in a small town during the satanic panic. Not to mention ironically s4 is hinted to be around easter. So Using such symbolism to address religious fundamentalism and the bigotry/hysteria it can cause isn't surprising. No i’m not lumping all religious people into this negative category- obviously.

Other Names with similar definitions

*Hunting /forests woods, nature, animals

Hunters and people in forrests

name meaning : becky - snare (a trap for catching birds or animals). Teressa-huntress. Dianne/Cynthia (Hopper’s ex wife/Lonnie’s gf) - is a roman/greek goddess of hunting and wild animals. Rhadaghast- Will's password for cb is a lothr wizard who protects forests/wildlife.martin/marsha- previously god of agriculture/plants.As an agricultural guardian, he was believed to directed his energies toward creating conditions that allow crops to grow, which may include warding off hostile forces of nature (pumpkins rotting in s2). El in phoenician culture was called Elus and its Greek equivalent Cronus (god of agriculture) steve- he goat- associated with pan- god of fields, groves, wooded glens . brenner- ‘someone who cleared forests by burning’. the blond women, Brenner worked with, Fraizer- “of the forrest men”

* FUN FACT: Kali’s name originally was going to be ‘Roman’ (which is derived from Romulus-the son of Mars... aka Martin Brenner) .

Trees

Ives and owens- ives means 'yew wood' while Owen means 'yew tree. ' bauman- nickname for someone who lived near a tree.comes from the German word "baum," or "boum" in Middle High and Old German, meaning "tree’. Jennifer hayes- Jennifer derived from Old English words "jenefer", "genefer" and "jinifer", all of which were variants of Juniper used to describe the juniper tree.Lonnie means "oak tree; or lion". Lion plushie in cb and the lion el has along with the tree establishes a connection between all 3 maybe? Oak groves were especially sacred to the goddess dianna too. Buckley (it has many different translations) - Old English "boch ley" (with boch meaning beech tree and ley meaning wood, glade or clearing).

Nature

buckley if translated from "bok lee," means meadow, or field. mayfield- open country (field) where madder (mæddre) grows. Holland- wood land, Bruce (who was also possessed) - means WILLow lands . Keith (s2-3) : woods or forrest.Hargrove- meadow filled with rabbits (Jonathan’s hunting story).Holloway is a topographic surname, which was given to a person who resided near a physical feature such as a hill, stream, or type of tree. Tina means 'river' . Burness (guy who claimed he jumped into quarry)-stream. Neil- cloud. Lowe (Bruce's last name)-This surname is derived from a geographical locality 'at the low,' i.e. the hill. Hayes means "hedged area'.

Flowers

Flo (hopper's secretary)- means flower. Suzie- lily flower. Susan (Max’s mom)- means lily, lotus flower or rose. Karen (in Japanese can mean)- flower, lotus, or water lily. Heather is also a variety of small shrubs with pink or white flowers which commonly grow in rocky areas. Erica is a type of "heather" plant. martin/marsha: in the legend of Mars,his mother become pregnant with him using a magic flower- which was given to her by the goddess flora.

Bright (aka intelligent)

Bob- nickname of Robert . Both Bob and Robert mean 'bright, shinning or fame'. Aka smart -he's called ' Bob the brain ' for a reason.

Robin- is also diminutive of Robert . And we all know robin is smart too. Being multilingual/ cracking the code.Robin (like Robert) also means 'bright, shining , or fame.'

Lucas- means "bright" or "shinning" aka he's also a smart cookie. His firework plan saving the day.

Lonnie and Larry (the mayor) can both be nicknames for Lawrence which also means ' bright one' or 'shinning one'. Well... both are cunning I'll give them that. Lonnie is unfortunately ...smart. I think this detail had other foreshadowing. Joyce to Will about Will the wise ' if he's so wise why does he need the fireballs? can't he just outsmart the bad guys? " Will: " yeah. Usually. BUT sometimes the bad guys are smart too." I never understood why on earth Joyce would be with someone as awful as Lonnie in the first place- than be with his literal opposite Bob- but maybe she just found intelligence attractive?

Names associated with thunder/lightning/fire (Like Will/mf/Will the wise)

Byers-reprsents Greek Zeus (god of thunder/lightning). Martin - references the roman god Mars who was originally a ‘thunder or storm deity’ .ROBIN- was the German God of Thunder’s- Thor’s- favorite bird. And Dustin also means ‘Thor’s stone.’Jim- “son of thunder”. Christian god- has throne (surrounded by thunder /lightning). Kali- could summon thunder storms.Nancy/Barb-both saints associated with fire. Kali-is called at times ‘ the bright fire of truth’ /and bestows the fire of knowledge. Robin also name drops the greek god prometheus- the god of fire. Mars -the keeper of Rome's perpetual flame . The Robin bird in a Christian story myth protects Jesus from hell's fire. William Blake- wrote about a fire wielding character of Los who represented jesus. Jesus during end times wields fire. Michael is the archangel who oversees on Earth the natural element of fire. Fire is the most typical element associated with the Saint John's Eve celebration (Saint John- called Jesus’s brother).

Animals (and their symbolism)

Byers- means ‘ cattle shed’.The Greeks considered the bull animal totem to be a symbol of Zeus (god of thunder and lighting - will the wise powers). He is the head of the gods and the almighty ruler of Olympus. I”n hinduism, Shiva is known as Gorakhnath, means the lord of the cows. And is also known as, Pasupathinath, the lord of all animals (similar to Rhadaghast). According to some scholars, Shiva’s association with cows and bulls might date back to the Indus Valley period. Cows have a special significance in Hinduism, as aspects of Mother Goddess and as symbols of selfless service. Mahatma Gandhi declared the protection of cows a central feature of Hinduism.Hindus worship cows as the Mother Goddess and symbol of motherhood, kindness and forbearance.”

Tigers: (Sarah’s plushie/ Hawkin’s macott/ Will & Mike have tiger posters in their rooms): The goddess Kali & God Shiva wore a tiger skin (this fact was actually mentioned by Kali in the prequel novel ‘suspicious minds’ ).”In many tribal traditions of India, the tiger (or lion) is worshipped as a god. In some Hindu hymns the domestic fires are compared to the tigers that guard the house.Tigers also figure prominently in many Indian folk-tales, Jataka-stories, and the Panchatantra.”

Lions:(Lonnie means ‘lion’ and el and Will have matching lion plushies)- In the Bible, the lion has two opposite meanings: it is compared to the Devil (1 Pet 5:8) and to Christ (Rev 5:5). Aka: Lonnie is the devil. The kids are the opposite. Nancy also compares the demogorgan to a lion. “In many tribal traditions of India, the lion is worshipped as a god.One of the ten incarnations of Vishnu is Narasimha, who has the head and shoulders of a lion, but the torso of a human.Goddess Durga, a fierce form of Parvathi or Shakti, has a golden lion as her vehicle, while Rahu, a planetary guard, rides upon a black lion as his vehicle.Lions form an important part of Hindu religious art. The face of the lion (simha-mukha) is used in images and sculpture in many Hindu temples to decorate the doors, walls, arches, and windows.The memorial pillar at Saranath contains four beautifully carved standing lions at the top on a round abacus representing the imperial power. They now constitute the official emblem of the government of India.”

El almost k*lling a cat- “Some superstitious beliefs are also associated with cats in Hinduism. For example, killing a cat is considered a grave sin, for which one may have to offer prayers and give in charity at least seven golden images of the killed cat. “

Harrington- he goat. Buckley- has various translations. Anglo-Saxon: ‘bucc and leah’ meaning goat and wood respectively. And obviously there’s the robin-bird. And I've already discussed their symbolism. Goat= baphomet/pan.

Robin- thor's fav bird/ helped Jesus from hell's fire.

Buckley- can also translate to " field filled with deer" (like the deer attacked by the demogrogan or the bambi film jon reffed in relation to the hunting story about lonnie).And Karen ( when from it’s Hebrew origins) can mean- antler or horn. Also the caananite God el was usually depicted with animal horns on his head.Diana in Roman art usually is accompanied by a hound (demo dog) or deer. Because of the story of her turning an attempted r*pist-hunter into a deer/ and then causing dogs to attack him. Deer is also one of the symbolic animals accepted since early Christianity as an allegory of Jesus Christ and the Christian Disciple. And when associated with Shiva (kali's husband) in Hindu iconography, the deer omen denotes sovereignty over nature and symbolizes the lord of all animals, humans, and the King of the Forest. In many visual and written illustrations, human beings and deer appear as close companions and in some cases, humans adopt the face or antlers of a deer, in images more common in stories of human strife. Deer also have a supernatural significance and appear as apparitions of divinity and in legends of spiritual awakening.

Hargrove- meadow filled with rabbits (like the rabbit lonnie made jonathan k*ll.) Hopper sounds like thumper the rabbit- which jonathan mentions in relation to bunnies . And ... idk... Hopper did make that pun in s3 about bunnies to Larry (lawerence) ? We also have rabbit refs elsewhere like with- el in Benny's. They play the song 'white rabbit' a song referencing Alice in wonderland and in el's room at Terry's house is the white rabbit from that story. Also paralleling to jonathan- el was almost made to k*ll a cat by her father (Cheshire cat aka Alice in wonderland ref + cats are associated with magic powers/witch craft).In Celtic folklore, the rabbit is seen as a supernatural being from the Otherworld.The rabbit symbolism in Christianity has found its way through the Germanic deity Eostre from which the name Easter came to be (s4 will most likely have the Easter holliday).One tale describes the rabbit as the pet of Jesus Christ. And rabbits were often inserted into art of jesus' mother .

Creel- basket or container of fish.fish is taken as symbolizing Christ’s faith, charity, and abundance. A biblical story goes how Christ fed his disciples with 2 fishes and called them “fishers of men.” The Christians made an acrostic from the Greek word for fish, “ichthys” as early as the first century and it is, “Iesous Christos Theou Yios Soter”, meaning Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior.

Names hinting at character traits (which are very literal)

Mr clarke (science teacher)- clarke means 'scholar'

Dottie (in kali's gang)- she was in an insane asylum . And ‘Dotty’ is a very old British slang term for 'crazy'

War (usually relates to ‘villains’)

Troy- means ' foot soldier'. Martin brenner: Martin means 'war like'. Lonnie is diminutive of Alonzo or Lawrence. Alonzo means 'ready for battle'.

In contrast to Lonnie, Will can mean "desiring peace. " Axel who is part of Kali’s crew (who i think Will created along with others ) even means "father is peace."

Twin

Tom (Heather's dad) and Tommy mean ‘twin’. Robin's crush Tammy ('twin') Thompson ( 'son of tom’).

* Besides similar/identical name meanings.There’s also a lot of other repeated names that go into this whole twin/mirror imagery which i find strange... makes me wonder about @strangertheory ‘s version of the did theory. If not...maybe it’s just a allusion to the whole Will vs Will the wise arc (possibly) coming up?

Jennifer hayes (popular girl) & Jen (Mr clarke’s gf). Tina (highschool gal) & Tina- erica’s friend- Tina & christy are also nicknames of christina (s4 character). Susie (dustin’s gf) & susan (max’s mom). Sam (max’s dad) and Samantha (girl at party)/ samuel (possibly argyle). Billy Hargrove, Bill (dianne’s new huband), and Will-all being nicknames for William. Robin & Bob-nicknames for Robert. Lonnie & Larry-nicknames for Lawerence. Ted & Eddie being nicknames for Edward.James (Will’s bully), Jim Hopper (real name James), jacobi, and jason- all 4 are derived from jacob . Marsha Holland (barb’s mom) and marsha kelly (therapist s4)/martin relate to mars. Tom (reporter), tommy (highschooler), thompson (other highschooler).

it’s definitely peculiar to repeat names like this in a story. Unless it means ...something... I talked about how David was mentioning alot of doppelganger/twin imagery recently-here. So the name mirroring could just be an allusion to the Will/WW arc coming up ...possibly?

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