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lucidlivi · 9 months

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I Can See You (II)

Series Masterlist/Warnings

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"well I can see you."

What did that even mean?

Was he trying to flirt with me?

Surely not!

Although all of me wished that was the case, it couldn't be.

Could it?

I spent the rest of the night, well in to the next morning thinking about his words. I heard a light knocking on my door breaking me from my spiraling thoughts. Jared opens the door, crashing on my bed. I take my hand running it through his shaggy hair, it was something that always calmed him.

"what's up?" I asked him as he sighed.

"just tired, and a little nervous to start filming today." He admitted.

"don't be nervous, you'll be great, you always are." I smiled.

"I'm kind of glad you're coming with."

"kind of?" I scoffed in mock hurt.

"you know what I mean you brat." Jared said shoving my hand away from his hair.

"if anyone is a brat here it's you moose." I teased.

"just shut up and get dressed, we have to leave in a hour."

"you cut me deep moose." I joked.

Jared rolled his eyes before standing up and walking towards the door.

"uh one more thing, just uh stick with me and Jensen today, don't go wandering off like you do." Jared said, referring to my disappearing act last night at the party.

Jensen.

At the mention of his name, the events from last night, his words, it all came flooding back. I bit my lip, once again starting my spiral of overthinking.

"did you hear me?" Jared asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. He could be really annoyingly overprotective sometimes. I reluctantly shook my head in agreement.

"now get out of here!" I groaned throwing a pillow at him.

Jared dodged it easily, laughing before departing from my room.

I quickly got up throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt that read I ❤️Dean Winchester. I got it simply because I knew it would make Jared mad, and as his little sister I had a duty to annoy him as much as possible.

I ran a hand through my hair before descending down the stairs. Jared and Jensen sat in the kitchen, hunched over bowls of cereal. Jared was the first one to look up.

"what are you wearing?" He asked rolling his eyes, causing Jensen to look up too.

I could see the grin spread to Jensen's face.

"I for one love it." He smirked.

Jared rolled his eyes again.

"I can't wear your merch, that'd be weird, besides everyone knows Dean is the superior Winchester." I laughed grabbing the cereal box and dumping some in to my open mouth.

"she's got a point." Jensen said grabbing the cereal box from my hands to pour me a bowl.

"I hate you both." Jared grumbled, getting up to put his bowl in the sink.

I could feel an awkward tension settle between me and Jensen as Jared left the room. It was the first time where I had no clue what to say to him. It seemed like he was struggling with the same thing.

"about last night.." Jensen started but I cut him off.

"what about it?"

"I uh probably shouldn't have said that.." He said rubbing his neck nervously.

Ouch.

It was silly of me to think he meant anything by it.

"oh, okay." I whispered, trying my best to hide the disappointment in my voice.

Jensen breathed a sigh, standing up and walking over to the sink to deposit his bowl. He turns around quickly glancing at me.

"I meant it, I just probably shouldn't have said it."

I was dumbfounded as I watched him leave the kitchen.

I let out a shaky breath I didn't realize I was holding. I couldn't stop the smile that spread to my face.

Holy Shit.

It was definitely him being flirty.

Why else would he say he shouldn't have said it?

He didn't want Jared to know he was flirting with his little sister.

Okay, maybe I was getting a little too ahead of myself.

I scarfed down the rest of my cereal quickly joining the boys in the car. I kept sneaking glances at Jensen but he never returned them. It was like when other people were around, I was just Jared's annoying little sister, but when we were alone he was different.

I was feeling excited when we got to set. Jared and Jensen immediately went to wardrobe and makeup, dragging me along. I didn't realize just how much went into getting ready for shooting. As soon as they were ready they were whisked away to start filming. I stayed close, just like I had promised. I didn't mind though, it was cool to see Jensen and Jared take on a different persona and become Sam and Dean Winchester.

I giggled as Jensen broke character, yelling at Jared for messing up his lines.

"be nice to him!" I yelled from the sidelines.

Jared gave me a look as if telling me to shut up. I smirked before standing up and stretching my muscles. It felt like we've been here for hours already. I know I promised to stick close, but I really needed to find a bathroom.

I slipped away quietly, walking around the massive studio. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out, bringing it to life. It was a text from mom asking how Jared was doing. I rolled my eyes typing back a reply. It seems it didn't matter how I was doing, like usual.

I was too busy looking at my phone that I didn't see the body in front of me until I was crashing in to it.

"shit, are you okay?"

I looked up to see a really handsome guy, he looked to be around the same age as me.

"uh yeah, that was totally my fault." I said taking his extended hand so he could help me to my feet.

"are you uh a Jensen fan?" He asked pointing to my shirt with a laugh.

"I'm uh, Jared, uh Sam's sister, I got it mainly to make him mad." I said awkwardly.

I wasn't the kind of girl who was experienced with talking to guys, especially handsome ones.

"Well Jared Sam's sister it's nice to meet you I'm Jeremiah, I'm an extra for the first two episodes." He teased.

"It's nice to meet you too extra Jeremiah." I teased back surprising myself.

He laughed, making me blush.

"It's uh (y/n)." I said with a smile.

"(y/n), nice name for a nice personality." Jeremiah said making me blush even harder.

I wasn't use to men complimenting me.

"thank you." I replied shyly.

"well uh, I should get going, I'm supposed to be in the makeup trailer." He smiled offering me a small wave.

"Jeremiah." I called causing him to turn around.

"could you uh, maybe point me towards a bathroom?" I asked with a laugh.

"I'll do you one better, follow me."

I started to walk next to Jeremiah, taking a moment to get a good look at him. He had the prettiest blue eyes, a vast contrast from Jensen's green ones. He was naturally tan, with muscles protruding from his shirt.

"I get it, it can get a little crazy on set, hard to find things." Jeremiah spoke, breaking the silence.

"yeah I don't know how you guys do it." I admitted looking at where we were.

I was indeed going the complete opposite direction of the bathroom.

"yeah and I'm just an extra." He said sounding a little bummed.

I grabbed his hand giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Jeremiah don't worry you'll get your big break soon enough, Jared thought he was going to be working odd jobs forever and now look at him." I comforted.

"you're really cool, you know that?" Jeremiah said turning towards me with a smile.

I felt the blush spreading to my cheeks once again.

"you're really cool too." I smiled.

"uh here we are." Jeremiah says gesturing to a door.

"thanks." I said offering him another genuine smile.

"see you around Jared Sam's sister." He said with a wink.

"see you around extra Jeremiah."

I couldn't fight the smile on my face. It was nice to be noticed by someone. I quickly used the restroom, before skipping happily back to set where the boys stood.

"what's got you so smiley?" Jensen asked as he took a seat beside me.

"oh nothing." I said trying to shrug it off.

"no come on, just tell me." Jensen said bumping me with his elbow.

I took a deep breath. I could tell Jensen wasn't going to give it up.

"Jeremiah, he's uh one of the extras on set, he's nice." I shrugged as if it weren't a big deal.

I thought for a second I saw a flash of disappointment on Jensen's face.

"nice is he?" Jensen asked leaning back in the chair.

"yes, he was nice." I said bumping him with my elbow.

"just be careful, nice guys are the ones you have to watch out for." Jensen said.

"are you giving me relationship advice?" I asked with a giggle.

"just want you to be careful baby moose."

I rolled my eyes at his nickname.

"can you please stop calling me that, I just want to be called by my actual name." I grumbled making Jensen smirk.

Jensen stood up, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"nah, you'll always be my baby moose."

I couldn't fight the blush that spread to my cheeks as I watched him walk back to set, ready to film the next scene.

my baby moose.

Holy Shit.

I settled back in the chair trying to calm my breathing as I watched the next scene. I saw Jeremiah walk on to screen, reciting his lines. He caught my eye offering me a smile. I offered him one back, catching Jensen's attention.

"and that's a wrap." I heard the director yell off screen.

I stood up ready to greet Jared. I was surprised to see Jeremiah walking over to me.

"Hi." He said with a grin.

"Hi Jeremiah, you were great out there." I said offering him a smile.

"Thanks, I uh came over to see if maybe you wanted to go get coffee with me?" Jeremiah asked with a hopeful smile on his face.

Woah.

He was asking me on a date?

I glanced past him to see Jensen talking with a female coworker. He was laughing and putting a hand on her arm.

I realized that Jensen would never like me the way I liked him.

"I would love to go for coffee with you Jeremiah." I said loud enough so Jensen could hear.

"great, uh let me go change and then we can go." Jeremiah said before rushing off.

I smiled as I watched him leave.

"ready to go?" Jared asked returning from his trailer.

"actually she has a date tonight." Jensen said before I could.

I glared at him.

"a date? who with?" Jared questioned.

"Jeremiah, the extra." Jensen answered again scoffing as he said extra.

"so what if he's an extra, he's nice, and he likes me." I said, glaring directly at Jensen.

"I didn't say there was anything wrong with being an extra." Jensen defended.

"yeah well you sure seem like you have a problem." I growled.

"Jared and I don't want you to get hurt is all." Jensen shot back.

"I think the both of you should just let me make my own decisions." I yelled.

Jensen was about to respond, but Jeremiah was walking over to us again.

"I uh know this great coffee shop, you ready to go?" He asked nervously looking at Jared and Jensen.

"I am, I'll see you both later." I said glaring at both boys, but mostly Jensen.

Who did he think he was?

He acts one way when we're around everyone else and another when we're in private. It was confusing and frustrating. It was like he was ashamed to be with me. I deserved to have someone who was happy to be around me, happy to be seen with me.

Jensen

I watched her walk away, slipping her hand in his.

I could feel the jealously burning in my chest.

I shouldn't be jealous, I know that.

I can't help it.

I thought I made it clear that I was interested, but I guess I hadn't made it clear enough.

"dude, what's up with you?" Jared asked looking at me.

"nothing, I just don't want baby moose to get taken advantage of by some guy we don't even know." I said trying to hide what I was actually feeling.

"I mean yeah but he seems harmless enough." Jared shrugs.

I think that was the problem.

He seemed like a good guy. A guy that could treat her how she deserved to be treated. A guy that Jared approved of.

"I guess so." I answered.

"I'm beat, you ready to go home?" Jared asked with a yawn.

"I'll catch you at home, there's some things I need to take care of first." I said offering him a smile.

"okay man, see you later." Jared said with a wave.

I was suddenly feeling the need for some coffee.

Reader

"oh my gosh no." Jeremiah said laughing at my embarrassing story.

I had been talking to Jeremiah for over an hour. He was super easy to talk to once I got over the nerves. He was actually really funny too. I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

"I swear to you, spilled it all over the designer." I said laughing too.

"you certainly have a thing for great first impressions." Jeremiah winked.

"It's one of my many shining qualities." I joked.

"I mean you didn't have to hurt yourself to get my attention." Jeremiah flirts, placing a hand on my cheek.

I couldn't stop the blush that spread to my cheeks.

"you're cute when you blush." Jeremiah said gently stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"I probably look like a mess." I said laughing.

"I don't think that's even possible." He whispered, closer to me now.

I could see his eyes shifting from mine, down to my lips.

I think he wants to kiss me.

I think I might want him too.

I gulped as he leaned in, fluttering his eyes closed.

"baby moose, so funny seeing you here."

I jumped at Jensen's loud voice pulling away from Jeremiah.

"Jeremiah right?" Jensen asks holding his hand out for Jeremiah to shake.

"yeah, hey." Jeremiah answers shaking his hand.

It was incredibly awkward as Jensen stood staring at Jeremiah.

"uh Jere, can you go get me a refill?" I asked handing him my empty coffee cup.

"sure, be right back." Jeremiah smiled, taking my cup and disappearing towards the front.

I turned towards Jensen glaring at him.

"what the hell do you think you're doing?" I growled.

"oh you know just getting some coffee."

"you have no right, you need to go!"

"relax, I'm just grabbing some coffee." Jensen smirked.

"well grab your coffee and go, now."

"you don't have to be such a brat." Jensen scoffed before leaving.

Jeremiah came back shortly after with a now full cup of coffee.

"everything okay there?" He asked looking around for Jensen.

"yeah, sorry he just can be kind of an ass sometimes." I said furrowing my eyebrows.

I sat with Jeremiah for another hour, talking and laughing. He then offered to drive me home, which of course I accepted. He pulled in to the driveway, turning off the car.

"I uh, had a really nice time with you tonight." Jeremiah said.

"I had a good time too, thank you." I said offering him a smile.

"I guess this is goodnight then." Jeremiah said slowly, like he was dreading leaving.

"I mean shouldn't we say goodnight properly?" I asked turning towards him with a flirty smile.

Jeremiah smirked, getting what I was hinting at.

Jeremiah leaned in, capturing my lips with his in a gentle kiss. I put my hand on his cheek, kissing him deeper. He was really good at it. I slowly pulled away, allowing the blush to spread to my cheeks.

"goodnight Jeremiah." I said before exiting the car.

I couldn't fight the smile as I walked in to the house, going towards the kitchen.

"how was the rest of your hot date?" Jensen asked sitting at the kitchen island.

I felt my anger towards him return.

"excuse me?"

"relax (y/n) I was just having a bit of fun." Jensen said.

"you're an asshole you know that, okay, all I wanted was to go on a date with a guy I think is cute, and sweet and you had to show up and ruin it." I growled.

"and me showing up for like two seconds ruined that, really?"

"why couldn't you just let me have this one thing, just admit it you cared where I was, who I was with." I started but Jensen quickly cut me off.

"no I didn't, I don't." Jensen was quick to defend

"stop lying!"

"stop being such a baby!"

"oh and you're such an adult huh, you spent your night crashing my first date just for fun!" I yelled furious at him.

Jensen glared at me, taking a sip of his beer.

"you know what just forget it, why don't you go flirt with some more girls." I scoffed turning to walk away.

"yeah, well why don't you go kiss some more wannabe actors." Jensen growled.

I took a deep breath walking away from him.

I feel that if someone really wants you in their life, they’re gonna show it, not just talk about it, and if their actions don’t match up to their words, I lose interest fast.

Jensen was unbelievable.

If he wanted me, he would show it.

I used to know I wanted him, but now I'm not so sure.

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damn-stark · 11 months

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Chapter 1 Who’s that girl?

Chapter 1 of Stargirl

A/N- I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!!

Warning- Swearing, angst, fluff! SLOWBURN, long chapter.

Pairing- Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Episode- 2x01

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“What do you think?” He asks as he takes a bite from his burger.

What do I think? Well…dearest father, it’s the most rural place we’ve stayed at, it reeks like cow manure, there’s only one high school here for the entire town so if the desire to change schools occurs it can’t happen unless you are willing to drive me like an hour out of town…

Then again you’ve never actually went to an actual school with people your age. Since you move around a lot you’ve always been homeschooled with either your father or grandmother as your teacher, so there’s little you think you’ll complain about…maybe just lack of friends, or uh…overpopulation of assholes. Yeah, that’d be a deal breaker.

“Well,” you sigh and put your burger down. “It’s something. Uh, grandma was right, it does stink. But,” you pause and shrug whilst you meet his brown eyes. “It’s cozy. It’s quaint.”

Your dad chuckles and looks out the car window. “Quaint? Yeah, yeah. But it’s home,” he grumbles with low enthusiasm. He also wasn’t a fan of...Hawkins? Yeah that’s it, Hawkins—Even if he was the one that grew up here.

You hum and lower your sunglasses to the bridge of your nose to take a better look at all the greenery that lays ahead of you. At least that’s one of the pros of moving out here, this place is green, there’s trees everywhere, you even live by a lake! You’re used to city landscapes so trees, lake houses and small towns are like blue moons; Rare and quite beautiful.

“Are you gonna go see uncle Jim?” You ask your father and throw a fry in your mouth.

Your dad hums for a moment before he lets out a deep breath. “Yeah,” he answers hesitantly. “I’ll surprise him at work.”

You drift your gaze to the corner of your eyes and see him with his jaw clenched which never means anything good, so you don't press on that touchy subject and put away your food. “I’m too nauseous to keep eating.” You throw your head back on the headrest and groan. “Maybe I can go with you, or go organize the house?”

Your father had people go move everything in and organize everything before you got here, but going to school with so many people is upsetting your stomach, and making your heart and mind all panicky and fast moving.

“House is organized, and I’m going to work,” your dad says and blinks to meet your gaze.

“Yeah,” you huff, “a job which consists of sneaking around and talking to people.”

“Today,” he corrects you. “But still, after all that sneaking,” he mocks you. “Then it’s a lot of talking on the phone, computer shit, and filling out paper. You hate that stuff. So, you go to school, make some friends, see if any of the teachers remember me—”

“They can’t remember you if they’re dead,” you grumble and bounce your eyebrows. “You are ancient.”

He scoffs and shakes his head. “Just…have fun,” he shrugs nonchalantly.

You roll your eyes and groan out dramatically so he knows you’re bugged. You then proceed to rest your arms over the open window, and rest your chin on your clasped hands to pout.

And it’s at that very moment that you look through the rear view mirror, that you catch the gleaming brown eyes of a guy with the best brown styled hair you’ve seen a guy wear. He has nice thin pink lips, he’s tall from what you can notice, and slim but not super scrawny, he’s like, perfectly built, like Tom cruise! Yeah, that’s right, he’s like a Tom cruise type, only this guy is a lot cuter.

You shouldn't have been able to notice so much in that little time he passes by, but the funniest thing is that time seemed to slow down a bit.

Albeit he was walking around with some brunette girl so he didn’t care about you.

“So you ready then?”

Maybe now that you’ll be in somewhat of a stable living condition you’ll get a boyfriend! Maybe a guy as nice looking as that guy that passed by.

“Kid?” Your dad calls out again and nudges your arm.

You snap your eyes over to him and quirk a quizzical brow. “Huh?”

He snickers. “Ready to go in? I have shit to do.”

You sigh and lift your chin off your hands to take your sunglasses off your face and put them away, even if it goes with the mini black dress, and the black knee high boots over the tights. It may be a lot for school, but…what do girls wear to school?

“Let’s go,” you mumble and hide your nerves.

Once you get inside the school it’s when the stares all direct at you, no one is shy to look away especially because your dad is walking at your side, and well you are the new girl. It makes you feel like you’re under a spotlight, or like you just got in trouble and have to be escorted to the principal. You try to ignore the wandering stares as best as you can, but they do make that knot in your stomach only feel worse.

You would’ve hooked your arm around your fathers, but you were already getting talked about and stared at so you just dig your nails on your palms and stick by your dads side the entire way to the front office. When you do reach that office, just as your dad is going to open the door for you, some guy with a blond mullet, a denim over denim outfit, and a creepy smirk holds the door open for you.

“Thank you,” you tell him.

The guy shoots you a wink and then looks you up and down before you walk past, making you scrunch your nose in disgust, and then look back at your dad with a teasing smile once the guy is gone.

“That is a guy you wanna stay away from,” your dad whispers to you.

“Were you one of those guys daddy?” You ask him.

Your dad shakes his head. “Nah, I was nerdy back then. I was picked on by the guys that looked like that. Your uncle always got in trouble ‘cause he stepped in to protect me.”

You smile softly since this is one of the rare times he talked good about his half older brother; same dad but they had different moms.

“I wonder if those same guys would pick on you now,” you retort with a smirk.

Your dad scoffs softly. “I’d like to see em try.”

“How can I help you two?” The front office lady asks, cutting off your conversation with your dad.

“Yeah,” your dad agrees and turns to face the young red head—or well she isn’t young, but she is younger than the other lady across from her. “Actually, it’s my daughter's first day of school today, I came to sign some papers.”

The lady’s eyebrows lift as she now realizes who you are. “Oh, the new senior, okay. Just a moment let me grab those papers for you now.” The lady gets out of her seat and walks to the cabinet at the other end of the room.

“Here,” your dad directs at you and turns to hand you your backpack he had been carrying. “Remember I’ll pick you up after school so don’t try to sneak off somewhere,” he says with a feigned stern tone since he really doesn’t mean it. He just likes to sound authoritative with you in front of other adults.

You playfully roll your eyes and nod stiffly. “Sure, sure.” You swing your backpack over your shoulder, but now, hoping he’d change his mind and let you stay home now, you part your lips to ask, but then the door opens and that brunette girl that was with the cute guy walks into the office alone.

She’s very pretty, and has a very prominent jaw, like the kind the celebrities have. Is she senior too?

“Here they are,” the lady returns and presses the papers on the counter for your dad to sign. “Will you be the main parent to contact, or will it be the mother?”

You look at the red headed women and then glance at your dad.

“No, no,” he chuckles and begins to fill out what was highlighted on the sheets. “It’s just me. No mom.”

The lady lowers her glasses to check out your dad and slowly sits back on her chair. “If it’s just you and her then why move all the way out in the middle of nowhere.”

Your dad shrugs. “Just wanted to give my girl a calm life, we’ve been around a lot so I, uh, wanted to give her a more simple life like how I had back in my prime.”

The lady smiles and leans forward to bat her eyelashes and show more of her cleavage to your father—She wouldn’t be the first. It’s weird, women hear that he’s a single and caring father and the ladies swoon.

He doesn’t fail to notice it either, he always likes to flirt with women this way because he says it’s the simplest trick in the book; showing he cares about his family, and showing off that he was a caring single dad. He also says that when you were a baby women would swoon and flock around him.

Do you believe that? Hardly.

“We encourage every student to take an extracular,” the lady says but keeps looking at your dad. “Here’s what we have open.” She places another piece of paper on the table and points to the top labeled ‘activities’, and then drags her pen down to mark the women’s sport section.

When you look at what they have for sports though, all the shit is lame for women.

“You should give band a try,” your dad suggests. “Play the trumpet like your old man.”

You hum and shrug. “Eh, how about women’s soccer?” You look up at him to meet his gaze. “I could try that considering there’s, like no boxing or you know stuff like that.”

“Did you come to Hawkins?” The lady interjects and pulls your fathers attention away.

“Yeah, I did, a long time ago it seems like now. I’m Rowan Hopper.” He reveals.

The lady’s eyes go wide and she has to take off her glasses to…look better?

“You’re related to Chief Hopper?” She probes with a curious look.

Your dad nods stiffly. “Yeah, he’s my older brother. Half-brother. Did you go to Hawkins?”

You roll your eyes and circle the sport you want to enter and slide the paper back to the lady. “Here,” you cut her off to continue this progress before you last here all day.

The lady blinks and drags her eyes to you and sighs before taking the paper. “Okay, I’ll tell the coach. Practice is every Tuesday and Thursday after school.”

You hum in agreement and push yourself back from the counter since you’re done.

“Here’s your schedule,” the lady says and shows off a sheet of paper with all your classes on it.

When you take it she gets up and walks around the counter to reach the same brunette girl. “This here is Nancy Wheeler, she’ll be your chaperone for the day. She’ll show you to your classes.” She feigns a smile, and you meet Nancy’s gaze to shoot her an awkward tightlipped smile.

“That’s all we need, you’re free to go, thank you,” the lady continues and now gets closer to your dad to actually grin. “Come back whenever you want, I can show you around if you’d like.”

You stifle your teasing laugh, and catch Nancy’s amused look that matches yours at the sound of the lady being so bold with your father.

“I might have to take you up on that offer,” your dad retorts with a small smile before he turns to meet your gaze. “I’ll see you later kid.”

You let out a deep breath and nod stiffly. “Okay.”

He begins to back away, but first pulls his finger close to the corner of his lips, and then curves it upward to motion you to smile.

You scoff at his speechless message and offer him a tightlipped smile.

He doesn’t like that response though, so he repeats himself, causing you to sigh and offer him a sweet smile.

“Good, good,” he says and reaches the door. “I’ll see you later my dear, have a good first day.”

You offer him a small goodbye wave and a sadder look. “Bye daddy.”

Said man shoots you a smile before he turns and walks out of the office, leaving you with your guide Nancy now.

“Okay,” she cuts in and walks over to you. “I can show you to your locker, it’s right by mine.”

You look over at her and nod in comprehension before she leads you out.

It’s quiet between you and her for a few seconds. You haven’t really had many friends, or had the time to talk to anyone your age, so it’s hard to know what to talk about, but you try.

“Are you senior too?” You ask her.

Nancy steals a quick glance and shakes her head. “No, I'm a junior, but we share a lot of the same classes. And well, we don’t get many new kids here but when we do, helping them is extra credit.”

Ah a big shot. Your dad told you about people like her. He was once like her too, so you can’t say they’re terrible people, actually she's the kind of person you should be friends with.

“Ah, well, thanks anyway,” you exhale and look around at all the gawkers watching you like if you’re their next meal. “This is my first day at an actual school, so I,” you giggle nervously. “Would be completely lost.”

“Actual school,” Nancy quotes with a curios gaze. “What do you mean?”

“Well…” you pause and avert your gaze. “I’ve been homeschooled almost my whole life until now.”

Nancy’s already big eyes go even wider, and her lips spread to a faint amused smile. “Wow, that’s interesting. Why the sudden change? I mean you’re a senior, you’re almost done with school.”

To avoid exposing what little you do know about your dads mission here at Hawkins, you shorten your short version. “Well…my dad came here so I said why not give it a try? Get the high school experience before I can’t.”

Nancy hums softly and nods along. “Nice. Well I really hope you like it, even if coming here isn’t so exciting.”

You laugh softly, and slow down to a stop alongside her as she walks to a pair of lockers. “Well, you know I’m actually looking towards the slow boring days,” you share with her, and surprise yourself because you are sharing.

You aren’t shy, or you don’t think you are, but you also didn’t think you’d be diving so deep with someone yet. “My dad and I move around a lot, in and out of the country for his work, never too long anywhere so I’m actually excited for the mundane stuff that Hawkins has to offer.” You add.

Nancy blinks and peers back to meet your gaze with a spark of interest that twinkles in her eyes and shows off a small smile. “Well you put it that way,” she mumbles and turns to open her own locker. “Then it’s hard to argue.”

You hum and look at your paper to read the number of your combination. You do know how to do that so you open it with ease, but as you do, from the corner of your eye you catch the cute guy from before sneaking up on Nancy from behind. He catches her by surprise and wraps his arm around her neck before pressing a kiss on her cheek.

Nancy giggles and squirms away from his touch, letting you shove nothing in your locker since you actually don’t know what you need yet, it’s just awkward to watch them, so you just look at the empty and small locker.

“Hey, y/n,” Nancy calls.

You shut the locker door and slowly turn to face her and him.

“This is Steve…”

So that’s his name? He looks like a Steve.

“Steve, this is the new girl, Y/N, she just transferred from homeschool, she’s actually a senior too.” Nancy introduces and plasters a small smile on her face.

The guy throws his hand up for a stiff greeting, and then lifts his chin. “Hey.”

You draw in a deep breath and smile softly. “Hey,” you exhale, and find yourself holding his gaze for a moment before you pull your eyes away and look at your schedule. Unbeknownst to you he keeps his gaze on you for another lingering second.

“Well, I’ll catch you later Nance,” Steve interjects. “I need to grab something from my locker. I just came to say hi.”

Nancy gives him a comprehensive response before he presses a kiss on her lips, letting you know the status of their relationship. He in fact is not single….

“Come on,” Nancy directs at you now and points her head down the hall. “I’ll show you to your first class.”

The walk there is short but is now filled with silence. You would have tried to fill it, but one, you are very much disappointed by him being taken, even if you weren’t going to try something either way. And two, you also can’t speak because of your never ending set of racing nerves that riddle your body. It’s why when you reach your class you step just to the door, and then pull your head back to watch Nancy get out of sight before you rush to the bathroom just down the hall from the class.

Thankfully no one else is inside so you face the window and exhale deeply.

Today shouldn’t be so hard, you tell yourself—it’s like another day at your dads office…those rare times he gets to go—

Only these aren’t adults but kids your own age, judgy kids who haven’t stopped looking at you.

You stick out like a sore thumb here! It’s awful—but you’ll get over it, it’ll be okay. You’ll make friends, go to class and blend in.

You’ll live a normal life for however long you last here.

Isn’t that what you’ve wanted, what wished for afterall? Stability? An ounce of normal in your hectic life?

Well this can be it, stability.

You exhale again, and pull out your lipgloss to apply one more coat before you walk out and head back to class just as the bell rings in the somewhat empty hall. The only one also walking the hall is Steve, and he seems to be walking to the end of the hall where your class is.

Does he have the same class? Hm?

And just as you think about him he looks back and finds you, but he then looks back ahead quickly. A couple seconds pass and he looks back again; does he have something to say or what?

You’d move but you have the same class so you stay and keep walking behind him.

Steve peers back once more, so you scoff this time and throw him a comment. “I’m not following you if that’s what you’re thinking.” You open your schedule and point to the first class. “See, same class.”

Steve turns around to walk back and face you. “Never thought that, but now that you are showing me, did homeschooling not teach you how to hold a paper right? Aren’t you people supposed to be wicked smart?”

You blink rapidly in disbelief and scoff as you turn the paper around the right away. “Did homeschooling not teach you how to hold a paper right?” You mock him.

Steve narrows his gaze on you before he rolls his eyes and feigns a dry laugh. “Real mature. Guess you just proved me wrong.” He teases with a playful smirk.

You shoot him an unamused glare and quip back. “You started it, now I’m heading to class.” You huff out and pick up your pace to walk past him.

“Yeah?” He scoffs. “Well me too.” He picks up his own pace to beat you to the same class.

You roll your eyes in annoyance, but you also can’t help but smile faintly at the ground before you walk in your first class.

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*LATER*

Lunch, a break between classes before the rest of the day. It’s not as different as home, albeit usually you did eat lunch with your grandmother or your father, and the food was…uh…way more appetizing than whatever slob they give here.

Regardless, pushing that plate aside, Nancy. You asked if she’d like to have lunch with you so you wouldn’t sit alone in the cafeteria in the middle of all the other students with clics of their own, but, well she isn’t here. Nor is her boyfriend. It’s been 10 minutes now too. Perhaps she’s just running late.

Or she just doesn’t want to talk to you and pretended to be interested in what you had to say between classes….

Yeah….that sounds right—but! You’ll give her the benefit of the doubt and keep waiting.

Eat? No, you’ll bring your own food next time.

Think about going to, “Tina’s Halloween bash.” And get “sheet faced”? Yeah, it sounds promising. Cool. You've never been to a high school party so it should be cool, especially because it’s a costume party!

Maybe you can be—well that’s still up for debate, but it should be cool. Maybe you can even make more friends, considering the one you wanted to be with isn’t showing up. Great.

Maybe being outside will make you seem less like the new girl. At least you won’t be gawked at as much anyway.

Thus you push yourself off the bench and pick up your tray. Yet just before you can turn away from the chair a plate slams on the spot across from you.

You slowly lift your eyes and notice a guy with long brown hair, a leather jacket over a band shirt, and kind brown eyes.

“Hello, new girl and welcome to Hawkins high!” He greets with a wide welcoming grin.

You slowly sit back down and offer him a small smile. “Hi…” you mumble.

The guy rests his elbows on the table and then rests his chin on his hands before leaning in. “I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours.”

You squint your eyes and feel your lips tug to a wider smile. “Y/N?”

He narrows his gaze and picks on that. “Is it y/n? Or are you messing with me? Or are you just not sure, I’ve heard you’re homeschooled.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head. “I was homeschooled, not kept from learning. I’m just….unsure.”

“Unsure?” He quotes and picks his head off his chin. “About what? Me?” He points at his chest.

You shrug. “You know you just come here, leather coat, long hair like Ozzy Osborne, I just need to be cautious.”

The guy's eyes go wide and his smile widens. “Don’t shit me girl, you know Ozzy Osbourne?”

You narrow your gaze and furrow your brows in confusion at his question. “Yes. Why shouldn’t I?”

The guy looks you up and down and then points at your dress. “Because you’re dressed like that?”

You chuckle and nod. “Yeah, I guess lookwise I kind of give a different perspective, but, that’s why you can’t really judge me based on my looks.” You shrug playfully.

The guy chuckles and then smiles softly. “You’re right. So y/n—”

“First,” you cut him off. “I gave you mine, now give me yours.”

The guy holds your gaze and shares what you ask for. “Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

You shoot him a sweet grin. “Well thanks Eddie for taking time from your lunch to talk to me.”

“Well,” he says and picks up his plastic spork. “You looked lonely so I came out of pity.” He smirks.

You feign a laugh, but then go serious. “You are joking right? Because if you aren’t, this makes things weird.”

Eddie snickers and nods. “I’m messing with you, but really I came because you did look lonely.”

You mess with your food and sigh. “I was waiting for my guide who agreed to lunch but she bailed.”

He hums and then takes the orange flier from the table. “You got invited to this thing?”

You hum in agreement. “Yep. This girl was just handing them out so I took it.”

Eddie’s eyebrows begin to knit together out of cursoity. “You goin’?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, depends if I can come up with a last minute costume. Are you?”

Eddie slams the paper down and shoves food in his mouth. “I’m too much of a loser to be invited to one of those parties.”

“What?” You quip. “Loser? Really? I don’t see it.”

“You,” my friend he says and swallows his food. “Haven’t been here long, so let me tell you, me and my friends. The band geeks, some of the school newspaper people, and you know all that stuff, are considered losers here by the jocks and everyone who has enough of daddy’s money to buy themselves some friends.”

You set your utensil down and look around at everyone having lunch before you look back at Eddie. “I can’t say I agree with you, I’ve been homeschooled my whole life up until now. All my school experience comes from tv and my dads stories. If I go to that Halloween party it will be my first highschool party ever, but from what I’m experiencing now, I think you’re cool. I mean besides Nancy, you’re the first person who’s bothered to have an actual conversation with me.”

Eddie’s offers you a half smile and nods slowly. “Thanks. You’re cool too, especially because you know Ozzy Osbourne. But I don’t want to taint you, you’re new, pretty, you can have cool friends.”

You nod. “Yeah, but will they actually be genuine if all they care about is my looks, and my daddy's money, as you say?”

“Guess that depends.”

You hum softly and take the flier from the table to shove it in your backpack.

“But can we rewind and touch on the fact that you haven’t gone to a high school party before?” Eddie points out, making you cover your face and grow hot out of embarrassment.

“I told you,” you remind him. “I’ve been homeschooled. My dad moves around a lot for work, so as to not keep moving schools, he just chose to teach me, and let my very strict grandma teach me. I can’t really make friends and go out if I’m hopping on a plane every other month.”

Eddie leans over and slams his hands on the table. “Well you my friend are going to crash that party with me.”

You put your hand down and slowly begin to smile with joy. “Really? That sounds like fun. I'm down.”

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*LATER*

Much of the second half of school was quite boring, a lot of stuff that the teachers talked about is stuff you already learned so it serves mostly as a reminder. Which…can be useful for tests…

That girl Nancy, showed up after stranding you at lunch and did not forget to throw apologies, saying that she forgot she was going to help her boyfriend study, and that she literally forgot about lunch. It doesn’t make a good impression to you’re already cautious mind, but you ignore the warning and let it slide.

It’s not like you have much options anyway.

And now home. Your dad got home and went off to report, type, and write about his mystery day. He has failed to come out of his office, so you’re left to your own devices. Which consists of staying in your living room watching tv and doing homework, you’re just not used to so much space, it all feels…forbidden. It just doesn’t feel like it’s yours yet. You’ll give it time though, soon your mind will come to terms that your current house is more than just a square.

Albeit there is one aspect that does make you grasp how big your house is, and that’s how lonely it all makes you feel. Usually you’re content knowing that your dad is in the room next to yours, but now you’re in the living room and he’s upstairs, far, and closed off in his office.

He didn’t even come down for dinner.

Maybe you should pay him a visit. Cure yourself from this loneliness.

“Hey,” you call softly. “Dad.” You tap your fist on the door again and press your ear against the door.

A few seconds pass before his voice travels out. “Come in.”

You slowly open the door and first peak your head inside. “You missed dinner,” you say as you watch him spin around on his chair to face you cautiously stepping in his office. “So I brought it for you.” You walk in fully and show off the plate.

The corner of his lips tug upward slightly. “Thanks,” he mutters while he watches you walk in.

“How was your day?” You query whilst you study his office and look out for anything that will clue you as to what he’s been doing today.

Your dad takes the plate from your hand and actually redirects your question. “How was yours?”

You narrow your gaze and stay quiet for a few seconds, finding his avoidance off, but not questioning it too much yet. “It was…” You sigh and shrug. “Cool. It’s weird.” You smile. “Going to class. Being around so many people my age. I mean some classes are quite boring because I already know what they were teaching, but…I think I like it. I like school.”

Your dad hums softly. “That’s good baby. Wh-what about that chaperone girl?” He wonders. “You make friends with her? She seemed nice.”

“Yeah,” you agree and lean against the wall. “She was nice but she was kind of…weird…she was in and out. At times it feels like she does wanna be my friend, but she then pulls away. Is that normal?”

As your dad takes a bite from his sandwich he drops his gaze and blinks slowly. “Well you're basically strangers, give her some time. Get to know her. Invite her over, or I don’t know, hang out.”

Yeah he is right, you can’t have her be your bestest friend in a day. Maybe you’ll see her at the party, or-or maybe you can hang out the day after! That’d be nice.

“Get this though,” you add excitedly and dig in your sweaters pocket to pull out the party invite. “I got invited to a halloween party!” You hand your dad the paper so he can look at it, and then fiddle with your fingers. “Could I go?”

“Hm,” he hums and then swallows back his food and scoffs in amusement. “Sheet-faced. That’s…funny.”

“Yeah,” you scoff. “Not so creative, but can I? I met a guy, he said he’d accompany me. He’d even pick me up.”

Your dads gaze lifts at the mention and rather than picking on the fact that you mentioned a boy, he begins to smirk. “Sure, you can go.”

You beam and clap. “Yay.” You run over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “I thought of my costume already…drum roll please!”

Your dad puts the plate down and pats his hands on the handles of his chair.

You skip back away from him, making him follow you with his eyes.

“David Bowie!” You announce. “More specifically, a costume he wore in his The 1980 Floor Show. The one with the nets and fake hands.”

Your dad grabs his plate again and smirks. “I’ll like to see how you pull that off for tomorrow.”

“Don’t doubt me, I can do it. I’ll be the best dressed one there!” You clasp your hands together and swing them down. “Now my keys! Please.”

Your dad sighs deeply before spinning around and swiping your car keys off his desk. “Just be careful, okay? No drinkin’, or you know pumping music to loud.”

Just as you’re about to snatch your keys from his hand you look at him with a growing smile. “Pumping music?” You repeat as you begin to giggle. “Dad?” You shoot him a playful glare.

He throws his hands up and finds nothing wrong with it. “What? I heard someone say it!”

You burst out laughing harder and swipe your keys from him. “I’m gonna go pump music in my room now,” you tease him and laugh louder as you begin to stride out of his office.

Rather than staying in his office your father follows after you whilst he eats his sandwich. “Mhm, I love tomato stems in my sandwich.”

You peer back and click your tongue. “Shoulda made dinner than. Besides vitamins…can’t having you lacking at work. Who’ll keep up with my expensive taste then?”

“College fund,” he muffles with his mouth full of food. “Or drugs. It’s a growing business.”

You giggle and walk into your open room, and throw your keys on your bedside table before you stop by your bed and just look at it.

With all the moving around for his work you’ve actually never had a bed of your own. Never one you can pick out pretty covers for, never one to say “yeah that’s my bed”. You can’t complain about motel beds, or rented homes, but they don’t compare to this, this was yours, your own.

“Now,” you whisper and take your slippers off to jump on your bed. “Tell me,” you add with a grin. “How was your day?” You drag yourself further on the bed and cross your legs to bounce on the bed.

It’s so soft and bouncy, not hard whatsoever. It smells new too, not used and washed by cheap soaps.

“I met with Jim,” he finally shares. “It was…uh…awkward at first, but it was…nice I suppose.”

You scoff and pat the empty space beside you. He doesn’t fret, he puts his plate down and takes the seat beside yours.

However he then gets up and runs to the entrance. You’re about to question him, but he then turns the light off and hurries back to his spot. “Lay back,” he orders.

Your eyebrows furrow, but you don’t question him and do as he asks, seeing he lays back too. Yet seeing him do it only confuses you more.

“So, we—”

“Look up,” he cuts you off.

You draw in a deep breath and flicker your eyes up to the ceiling. That’s when you gasp as you see glowing stars slowly brighten.

“I just thought I’d make this feel like home,” he whispers and turns his head to look at you.

The gesture wasn’t big, they were silly stars that glow in the dark, something for kids, but it means a lot to you that he remembers.

“Do you like them? Or are they embarrassing now?”

You smile in awe and tilt your head down to meet his gaze. “I love them daddy.” You grin happily and look up at the glowing stars again. “Maybe we should have dinner with uncle Jim. Mend what’s broken?”

“I offered,” your dad says with a sigh. “He shut me down, but I did meet up with an old friend, Bob Neeby.”

Oh, right, his nerdy best friend.

“He invited me for lunch tomorrow.”

You hum softly in comprehension, “that’s good. You won’t have to hang out with me all the time now.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “It is weird.” He jokes.

You laugh softly, and then let a comfortable silence take over but only for a little while.

“So,” he breaks the short silence in a more serious tone this time. “I think this will be my big break.”

Your smile falters as you hear him share what you’ve been after.

“You remember the lab I told you about?”

You nod slowly.

“Well,” he continues. “This lab it’s crazier than I was told. It’s more than just experiments. Get this…a boy is presumed dead, there’s a body and everything, but a few days later he comes out alive and it’s like nothing happened. And a few days after he disappeared, a girl disappeared too around the same area, but she didn't come back,” he sighs.

“I spoke with the parents and they say that she was caught up in something that leaked from the lab. Or that’s what Jim told ‘em. But the weird thing is that there’s no body. She just disappeared close to the lab,” he says almost excitedly.

You let out a shaky breath and slowly look at him with a scared frown. “You believe the leak is true?” You ask in a frightful voice.

Your dad sighs and shakes his head. “No. There’s something more going on. There’s unexplained deaths, missing files…unsolved calls. Someone’s covering shit up,” he deadpans. “I’m here to take it all down though. End it all. There’s evil in that lab. I’ll set things right.”

“And after?” You bring up with hope. “Do we get to settle down?”

Your dad lets out a deep breath and nods. “Yeah. After this we stop moving. I go back to Washington, we find a good home there and we just live.”

You turn your gaze back to the stars and can’t help your hopeful smile. “Promise?” You ask.

“I promise,” he assures you.

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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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babygirl bo <3 I have some Qs to which I beg you provide some As (I need me some of that deep bo lore)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

babygirl lumi i love you so much. you're welcome to any lore you want

🍄 does puppy play count as a hc? because i write ghost calling soap "pup" as a kink thing but i also very much so think he'd just Do that.

if that doesn't count, then i'll say that one hc i swear by is that ghost is a freak but soap is 10x freakier and he's into literally every conceivable abuse ghost tries to commit agaisnt him.

also i think soap is suuuper smart but in a really specific way - can't spell for shit, but that man can rattle off college level math like it's nothing

🥤 is SUCH a good ask because now i can rec my fav cod x readers <3 (i know it says fic or author singular but you're getting multiple fics in place of me trying to tag authors and inevitably forgetting someone)

cod fics (but not the people i usually link because this post is already too long):

Baby Blue by kechiwrites (ghost x reader)

Taste by Sweet Deciet (ghost x soap x reader)

The Hand That Feeds by anonymous (ghost x soap)

Hypnotized (Fuck It) by ANTchan (ghost x soap)

Where Moonlight Meets the Sea by MildLimerence (ghost x soap)

Not More Than Once by WhisperedWords12 (ghost x soap)

NOT cod fics, but one for a few fandoms i love:

Declensions by dustorange is THE dick grayson origin fic. if there's one fanfic i wish i had written, it would be this

the first step of kintsugi by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup is a peter parker & frank castle fic and im not sure it'll ever be finished but it is just. god it is perfect and probably my favorite fic of all time

anything by cupcakemolotov is gonna hit like no other for klaus mikaelson/caroline forbes. i love her so so much like she is my IDOL

ALL MOUTH. by themilkteeth is like the epitome of what a good darklina fic is. it's soooooosososo good i want it injected into my veins

the Blood Apron series by sciencefictioness is a great overwatch fic, but you really don't need to know the characters to enjoy the story! another one that'll never get added to, but i love it a lot

🥐 i don't like the lotr movies but there's a moment in the first (?) one where aragorn (?) is singing to himself and frodo (?) asks "who is this lady you sing of?" and for some reason i literally cannot watch it without keeling over in laughter. it's so fucking stupid

🪲 ohhhh we have beef for this one. i hate you a teeny tiny bit for making me write (/j). added it below the cut!

ok quick edit here but. i thought that said 500 words so uh. sorry but there's 500 words here instead of 50 lmfao. im a fool!!!!!

ghost x soap (cw for (legal) age gap)

He takes another look at the kid, now that he’s not planning on throwing him off the property. He’s got a bit of bulk, probably just recently started working out, and there’s a cocky energy coming off of him. Ghost would bet this is far from the first time he’s robbed someone with this little ruse, probably thinks he’s the smartest burglar in town. Too bad he chose the wrong man to try and trick this time.

Ghost straightens from the doorway, rolling back his shoulders and standing tall. The kid isn’t short by any means, but compared to Simon he’s practically little. Odds are he’s still got some growing to do, but for now Simon gets to enjoy the way he can loom over the teenager.

“No one ever taught you to respect your elders, boy?”

Oh, the kid doesn’t like that one. If he were a dog, his hackles would be fully raised, but he’s left settling for curling his lip back in a snarl. “You think just cause you’re old I have to respect you?”

“I think you’ll respect me because you’re on my property. That and I don’t think you’ll like what happens if you keep the attitude up.”

The kid flushes, either from rage or the innuendo. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You think just because we’re out here alone you can say whatever you want to me?”

“Of course not. We’re out here all alone, which means I can do whatever I want to you. And I will, if you don’t get off my property.”

The kid looks him up and down, then visibly steels himself. Ghost bites back a smirk. He’s not used to being underestimated, but he finds he doesn’t mind when it means getting to see the kid play at being his equal.

“What do you think you’ll do if I don’t go?”

Oh, Ghost can’t wait to beat the attitude out of the little brat.

He doesn’t let the kid see how much the rudeness is getting to him, intentionally keeping his face flat and unimpressed. “What’s your name, kid?”

That permanent scowl doesn’t shift, even as a flash of confusion crosses his face. “...John.”

Ghost nods. “Alright, Johnny, if you don’t get off my property, I’ll take you over my knee and teach you what your daddy should’ve.”

It’s nearly impossible to keep from grinning when Johnny’s mouth pops open in surprise, the flush creeping further up his neck. “You- you’ll- who do you think- you can’t-”

Ghost reaches out like he might slap Johnny, instead snaps right in front of his nose, sharp and loud. “Spit it out, boy. I don’t feel like listening to a kid learn how to speak all night.”

Johnny’s letting himself get worked up, and not doing a good job of hiding it. His teeth grind and he shifts from foot to foot, like he’d like to try and attack Ghost. He’s apparently smart enough to know how idiotic that would be, and Simon finds he’s almost disappointed.

#this got so LONG im sorry lmao #asks and answers #ask game #luminousbeings-crudematter

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jackdaw-sprite · 9 months

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Fic Author Self Rec

I got pinged by @murphy-kitt in the fic authors self rec (Thank you!) so here we are a couple of days later.

I actually only have 14 published works on AO3, and one of them is a collab so unlike some I don't have too many to be indecisive over! This did not keep me from being indecisive.

The Horologist's Paradox

Summary: A quiet little domestic lost time oneshot where Danny lives with Clockwork. That doesn't mean that everything is good. Clockwork in particular has some regrets.

Reasoning: This is my most recent complete fic, and there's a bit of a recency bias in my head. But also I love how I balanced the domesticity and Clockwork's inhuman nature in it, and finally managed to include some more of Clockwork's snark in a characterization that still made him care deeply about Danny and be soft with him. The build to Clockwork's fantasy of fixing Danny feels properly slow to me, and I loved writing it -- I wrote most of that fantasy in a single night, compared with a few hundred words here and there for the rest of it.

A confession: I decided on submitting the 'Danny discovers his insides are turning into clockwork' prompt for phight before writing this. The prompt got so far into my brain that I needed to write it (well,something related :)) myself. Well. More than I already had. I do have a lot of WIPs :D

Funerary Rites (ongoing)

Summary: Alternate portal incident. To save his parents' lives, Danny agrees to a deal with the fae who tends the veil after they rend a hole in it.

Reasoning: I'm happy with the writing thus far, but really this is more on my list because of how much I'm looking forward to writing the rest of it. Unlike everything else on this list, this is incomplete and very slow going -- the planned character interactions are difficult to write and it's only going to get worse as things, uh. Get worse. The outline for this thing is 13k words, about 7k of which is specifically for the incident in question. The moment I reread the outline it bores directly into my head again and inflicts me with more Thoughts.

Mare

Summary: Danny goes on a fetch quest to the moon. A ten years later fic, set in a spirit world au somewhat inspired by Natsume's book of friends.

Reasoning: While this fic ended up being about moving on, growing up, (not) letting go, and the fear of change it started as an excuse to just go completely nuts with description, which I consider one of my strong suits in writing. It shows! The pacing here is honey-slow but I still adore a lot of the description I used. I'm going to indulge in copying a scrap from the start, in fact:

At his left, the swells of hills and mountains began to sway, as the boughs of the forest covering it caught in a breeze. In the razor-edged light, the leaves gleamed silver and for long minutes it was as though Danny were flying between not one but two seas: one a mirror, and one of blades. In the real world, neither existed. The lunar soil was barren and dry. But Danny hadn't existed in the real world for a long time.

Cosmic Horror

Summary: Clockwork comforts Danny in the wake of the cloning incident. But Clockwork is not human, nor anything close to it, and his lair is vast and deep.

Reasoning: This was my first published fic for the fandom, and really I'm still fond of it! Again the description here is a strong point but it's less of a vivid spirit world situation and more of an eldritch god that loves Danny situation.

Solanum

Summary:

After she mentions that one of her tomatoes isn't doing well, Danny and Tucker decide to cheer Sam up by sneaking a replacement tomato plant into her greenhouse. It does not go well.

Short and sweet, at just under a thousand words.

Reasoning: Really I just like how light this was, and how fun! Most of my stuff is varying shades of fucked up and most of that is lost time. This is just Danny and Tucker meaning well but not really thinking things through, and not really knowing anything about plants.

As for tags... here are some no-pressure tags:

@gamma-radio-dp @strawberrycamel @reading-wanderer @datawyrms @seaglass-skies @echoghost1

#me talking #tag game #well sort of #danny phantom #long post

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kingofdarkness00 · 3 months

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Fuck-It-Friday

Thank for tagging, @anewkindofme! ❤

I'm now on Regressuary Day 11, so here's a snippet of that:

Owen smothered a yawn into his hand as he staggered into the kitchen in direction of his expresso maker. He slept in an hour longer than what he normally allowed himself to on his days off, but after a late night out with Judd and his poker buddies, Owen was feeling the aftereffects of minimal sleep and five glasses of whiskey.

"Oh the joys of getting older," he muttered to himself as he reached a hand up to message his achy temples.

After getting the expresso machine ready to roast, Owen turned to the cupboard that held mugs and glasses. He paused with his hand on the cabinet's handle, however, when something out of place on the counter next to him caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head to look, his brows shot up when he saw what it was.

A lime green sippy cup that looked like it had been used fairly recently.

Owen just stared at the cup in bewilderment, trying to force his un-caffeinated, still sleep hazy brain to piece together where or who it may have come from. He eventually reached out and picked it up to inspect it closer. Sure enough, after unscrewing the top, he could see leftover traces of Coca-Cola. TK's favorite soft drink...

"D-dad?"

Owen's head snapped up. TK stood at the threshold between the kitchen and living room, looking for all the world like he'd seen a ghost–pale, wide eyed, and trembling.

"TK, hey, what's–"

"I-I can explain! That's not what–I mean, I'm not–It... it's not...! I'm–"

Owen set the cup back down and hurried over to his son's side when the younger man's breathing began pick up speed at an alarming rate.

"Hey, hey, TK–it's okay, it's okay!" Owen cupped his face and tilted his head to meet his gaze. "I need you to take a deep breath for me. Okay, bud? Can you do that?"

TK gave a jerky nod, inhaling a short, shaky breath. It took a few attempts, but with Owen's guidance and reassuring words, TK was eventually able to draw in regular breaths again.

"Come on, come sit down." Owen helped TK over to one of the island stools.

Owen took a seat beside him, then asked, "So, you wanna tell me what's going on now?"

"I don't know how." TK's voice broke, tears immediately springing to his eyes. "Not without you thinking I'm a total freak, at least..."

"Hey." Owen's expression turned firm but not unkind. "There is nothing you could say that would ever make me think you're a freak. Absolutely nothing. You can always come to me and talk to me about anything."

TK still didn't look entirely convinced, but nodded at his father's words, nonetheless.

"Okay. Um... guess I'll just rip the bandaid off, then." TK paused for a moment, seeming to psych himself up before he went on. "Sometimes, when I'm really stressed out, I do this thing where I, uh... where I go into this childlike state of mind. I, um, like drinking from sippy cups and bottles, playing with toys, watching cartoons, all that kinda stuff. That–that's why I didn't have date night with Carlos last night. I just... I really needed some time on my own to unwind. Though, I guess I got a bit too deep in that headspace last night. I don't normally leave my little stuff lying around."

Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @snarkythewoecrow and anyone who wants to join!

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aylacavebear · 2 months

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Stockroom Antics - Chapter 16

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 2437

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

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They watched at first as she walked past Sam and out of her room, following the dragon, and then looked at each other. Both were too confused to say a word out loud, but their expressions to each other said more than words could have.

She was already in the kitchen making some coffee when they joined her, the dragon sitting on the bench seat at the table. At least the dragon wasn’t on the kitchen table. They were relieved she was awake and even seemed to be in a better mood than the previous day. However, now they’d have to try to dig into her personal life to find out where the dragon came from.

“So, uh… a dragon?” Sam asked, sitting down on the opposite side of the kitchen table, watching the dragon with both curiosity and worry.

“Yeah. I’m not sure what her name is yet,” she replied as she leaned against the counter, waiting for the coffee to brew.

“Where’d it come from?” Dean asked, sitting on the same side as his brother. He sounded gruffer than he wanted to.

The little dragon looked from her and over to Dean, closing its mouth and tilting its head like it was thinking or wanting to say something. The brothers thought that was weird. Dragons couldn’t talk, could they? “From the dimension where Pari live,” she answered, watching the interaction.

“How’d it get here?” Sam asked, looking from the dragon to her.

“Well, the, uh…” she paused momentarily as if she was thinking, “Astaria, another Pair. She told me.”

She was being short with her answers, and it was slightly frustrating both of them. The coffee finished a moment later, so she poured herself a cup and sat next to the dragon, who looked like a happy puppy when she sat down. Watching her pet the thing had them slightly speechless.

“Could you give us a little more details?” Sam asked her, attempting to coax her to talk.

“Will it help you with this case?” she asked nonchalantly, not looking up from the dragon.

Dean sighed, all those emotions washing over him again. He was mentally kicking himself for telling her that she was just a case. The moment he felt the heartbreak, the dragon looked at him, its mouth closed, its head tilted. She followed its gaze, and her deep, dark blue eyes met his green ones, causing his breath to hitch in his chest.

“Yes, it will help with the case,” Sam answered her, watching the interaction as his thoughts pieced things together. That dragon knew something, and Sam could see that.

She looked over at Sam, giving him a friendly smile, “Okay,” she began, shrugging her shoulders a bit. “I dream about another place sometimes, since my accident. I never interacted with anyone or anything there before. Well, at least not until last night. Another Pari, Astaria, greeted me, and we talked about stuff. But I never got the chance to ask her how to stay safe from the King of Hell. The dragon is my familiar. Apparently, all Pari have them. Oh, and she can travel between the two dimensions.”

That was something new that they didn’t know, “So, the dragon is gonna be staying?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked back down at it. He noticed how it was still watching Dean. When he looked at his brother, he saw how Dean was now staring at it again.

“Yeah, but she’s harmless. I think. I mean, she seems like she’s okay with both of you. I’m pretty sure if she felt either of you was some sort of threat, she wouldn’t be so calm,” she explained, rubbing the dragon’s chin, which made it almost look as though it was smiling, like when you rub a cat’s jawline.

She sipped her coffee as the brothers contemplated what to say. The dragon looked at them, sometimes focusing more on Dean than Sam. It also looked up at her, to which she reached down and petted it, almost seeming to do it absentmindedly.

“I’m gonna get some dinner,” Dean said, needing to attempt to focus on something other than her and that dragon. The way it kept looking at him made him think that it knew something. Dragons couldn’t be that smart, could they? The only dragons they dealt with had a human form, and this one, so far, didn’t.

He’d made burgers the day before and didn’t want to make the same thing again, so he rooted around in the freezer and fridge, deciding to just make eggs, bacon, and toast for dinner. Dean was already having a hard time focusing, and this would be simple to make and require less concentration.

The little dragon turned so that it could watch him cook. At first, she didn’t seem to notice, as she was paying more attention to Sam, “I’m pretty sure she’ll let you pet her,” she told Sam, then sipped her coffee.

“Not sure I’m ready to take that leap of faith,” he chuckled, “We’ve dealt with dragons before, only those weren’t very nice.”

She tilted her head a bit, puzzled, “You mean, there are dragons here too?”

Sam chuckled again, “There were a couple, but they had human forms. They weren’t very nice either. That dragon doesn’t look like they did. She’s much smaller.”

When Dean started cooking the bacon, the little dragon flew over to the center island in the kitchen, wanting to get closer and see what he was doing. It walked to the corner and sat down, tilting its head so it could see better.

“Dean…” Sam said, concerned, watching the dragon.

“What?” he asked, not turning around.

“Dude, turn around,” Sam replied, a mix of worry and frustration.

Dean turned around and instantly saw the little dragon there. He only partially jumped but looked at the dragon curiously for a moment. His mind was already thinking a million miles a minute. The little dragon definitely knew something, and he was sure of it.

“You want a piece of bacon?” he asked it, smiling a little and chuckling.

The little dragon opened its mouth, getting a bit excited, causing all three of them to watch it, although Dean almost laughed. Once he cooked the first set, he blew on one of them, cooling it off as he held it between his fingers. The little dragon began to get more excited, dancing around a little bit.

Dean walked over to it, holding the bacon between his fingers. He felt a mixture of worry that it might take his fingers off with the bacon, but at the same time, he wasn’t afraid of it. The little dragon did its best to sit still, seeing Dean’s discomfort. He slowly reached out with the bacon, and to his surprise, the little dragon was very gentle when it took it out of his fingers. The little dragon sat back on its haunches, using its front feet/hands to hold the piece of bacon and eat it. Dean chuckled and reached out to it, slowly. When his hand got close to its head, the little dragon nudged its head against the palm of his hand and purred a little. Dean smiled and felt a warmth move through his body. It was odd but not uncomfortable.

“Well, at least she likes you,” Maria said, seeming slightly puzzled by their interaction.

“She is kinda cute,” he chuckled, then went back to cooking.

She looked somewhat perplexed, watching how the dragon had interacted with Dean, but she didn’t say anything. Sam watched the whole interaction and glanced occasionally at Maria. He had a suspicion that the dragon knew something about Dean.

“What’s her name?” Sam asked Maria.

Before she could remind Sam that she didn’t know, Dean spoke up without turning around, “Bubbles.”

Maria furrowed her brow, even more puzzled than before, “That’s not her name. When her and I can communicate telepathically, she’ll tell me,” she answered, glaring slightly at Dean.

The little dragon looked between Dean and Maria, then ate the last bite of the bacon it had, licking its “fingers”.

“You’ll be able to talk to it, telepathically?” Sam asked, confused and intrigued.

She looked over at him, “That’s what Astaria said anyway.”

Sam could tell she wasn’t telling him everything, and he wasn’t sure just how hard or far he could push to get more answers from her. “Did she say when you’d be able to do that?” he asked, trying to push but not too hard.

“As my bond with the dragon grows,” she answered, then looked at the dragon, who was still watching Dean cook, “Although she didn’t say how to make it grow.”

Dean finished cooking right around that time, bringing three plates to the table and setting one down for each of them. He’d considered arguing with her earlier when she said the dragon's name wasn’t Bubbles. He didn’t know how he knew that. He just did. So, he just stayed quiet, listening to her and Sam’s conversation.

The little dragon flew over and sat next to Maria, on its haunches with its front feet on the edge of the table, looking between the three of them.

“I think she wants some more bacon,” Dean chuckled, reaching for a slice on his plate.

She looked down at the dragon and handed it a piece of bacon off her plate, which the dragon took and ate with more manners than any of them had expected.

The brothers were lost in thought, although on different topics. Sam had suspicions about Dean being Maria’s soulmate, which would make sense as to why he’d been feeling the way he had and why the dragon seemed interested in him. Even if they hadn’t found much more information on soulmates regarding how it worked with Pari or those who didn’t believe in soulmates.

Dean, though, was doing everything he could not to get lost in Maria’s eyes, even if she wasn’t really looking at him. He also wasn’t sure how he knew what the dragon's name was or why. When that question had been asked, the image of bubbles flashed through his mind. The little dragon was cute and seemed far more intelligent than any creature he’d dealt with before, while it still acted like a kitten or puppy at times. The mixture of that was something he found intriguing.

They still weren’t any closer to figuring out how to keep her safe from Crowley, or so they thought. Dinner was eaten mostly in silence. Maria didn’t even say anything about how the meal tasted. However, she did use her powers to clean up after dinner.

“Did you uh… still want that tour?” Sam asked her, feeling bad they hadn’t given her one the day before.

She looked up at him, taking her attention from the dragon, “I guess so,” she replied, almost as if she didn’t care either way.

Sam sighed, “Whenever you’re ready.” She gave him a small smile, “I guess now would be fine.”

The little dragon looked between her and Sam, tilting its head, then looked over at Dean and back at her. Dean was the only one who noticed, though. She got up after Sam and followed him out of the kitchen, using her powers to make a flannel appear on her, although it was left unbuttoned. The dragon didn’t follow her, though. It hopped up on the table and looked at Dean.

“What’s up?” he asked it after they left the kitchen.

An image of two people holding hands appeared in his head, making him sit back a bit.

“Pretty sure she doesn’t even like me,” he told it.

The little dragon tilted its head again. Then, an image of two people hugging came to his mind, making him chuckle.

“You’re gonna have to convince her,” he sighed and looked toward the opening of the kitchen, “I messed up, told her she was just a case.” He was still kicking himself for that one.

The little dragon shook its head, almost like it was trying to disagree with him on that statement, which made him chuckle a little.

Another image of two people sitting and talking came to his mind, but there was no sound.

Again, Dean chuckled and looked back at the dragon, “You convince her to do that, and I’ll talk to her.”

He could have sworn he saw the little dragon roll its eyes, but he didn’t want to read more into it than he already was. The fact that it seemed as though he was talking to a dragon was weird enough.

Sam walked her through the bunker, showing her the different facilities. He even tried to talk to her, but she didn’t seem to be up to talking much. Halfway back toward the war room, he finally decided to ask her.

“So, I read what we had on Pari. It’s not much. Do you believe in the soulmate thing?” he managed to come off nonchalantly as if it was no big deal.

She shrugged, “Before last night, no, I didn’t believe in it. I’m still having a hard time thinking it’s even a thing. That kind of stuff only happens in fairy tales, not real life,” she answered fairly plainly.

“Then I take it you’re going to try exhausting yourself, to awaken your powers?” he asked, glancing over at her as they walked.

“It seems the easiest way to go about it. Not like there’s anyone here skilled enough to cast any of those spells,” she shrugged, “Besides, I’m just a case to you guys. I’ll figure it out.”

Sam sighed. He realized just how badly that statement from the day before had affected her, “I’m sorry I said that. We normally don’t end up in this kind of situation.” She glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow, “What do you mean, this kind of situation?”

“One where a case involves either of us as in-depth as this one apparently does,” he chuckled, thinking back to how amusing he’d found his brother the night before.

“Not sure how that’s funny,” she mumbled, watching where she was walking now.

“Sorry. I’m not laughing at you,” he replied, then got an idea, “Why don’t the three of us sit down tonight, have a few drinks, and we all get to know each other?”

For a bit, she stayed quiet, seeming to be in her thoughts. Just as they entered the war room, she finally answered him, “I guess so…” She didn’t sound too convincing, though, at least not to him.

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welldressedandfandolobsesed · 1 year

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Rafe Barry prompt: what was there first ever interaction like? First impressions of each other?

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I have already done something kinda similar. If you want to read it you can look at my rafebarry tag list. But, I'm always down to write variations.

It seemed like another lifetime when Rafe and Barry first crossed paths. It was a full-on kook party. Plenty of alcohol, hot girls, and trust fund babies were abundant. But, there was one man out of place. Rafe watched as people floated around him like he was the sun and they were planets. Rafe thought he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. His dark, wavy hair was pulled up into a half bun, the rest left to fall down his shoulders. A gold chain lay around his neck and it sparkled from the light of the fire. Rafe spotted a matching gold tooth every time he smiled. It wasn't until Jackson's voice pulled him out of his thoughts that Rafe realized he was staring.

"I see you eyeing Barry over there. Provides the best weed in town. I got to introduce you."

"Oh, I'm-I'm good."

""Nah, dude. Consider it a favor."

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt."

Jackson only smiled and yanked Rafe towards the log the drug dealer was sitting on, "Hey Barry! This is my friend Rafe. He's interested in some product."

"That right?"

Rafe nodded.

"Does country club over here speak?"

"What'd you call me!"

"Oh calm down, don't get your Calvin Cline underwear in a knot. Just a joke Whicha interested in."

"Just, uh, just some weed."

"Sounds about right, blondey. How much?"

"An ounce or two."

Barry nodded, ruffling around in his duffle bag before pulling out a small baggie filled with the dark green plant.

"That'll get you by for some time. And, because you're a first-time customer, I'll give it to you for crisp Benjamin."

"Hundred dollars, for that little thing?"

"Woah, buddy. This your first time buying street drugs or something? Shit's expensive. Counting for the fact that if I get caught I'm in a fair load of trouble."

Barry was right. Rafe had been high plenty of times. But, this was his first time buying. He had shared joints with hook-ups. Taken weed as payment to enter a party. Done it on a dare. There was never a need. But, here he was and at this point, he was too deep in it to back out. So he dug through his wallet before finding the bill labeled with the number one-hundred and handing it over.

"Whatever," was all he said before returning to his friends.

It was a few hours later, and Rafe and his friends and already made it through half the baggie. The hazy feeling hitting Rafe just right to start forgetting his troubles.

"So, whatcha think?" Jackson asked.

"Of what?"

"The drugs silly," he giggled.

"Oh, yeah. Guess they're pretty good."

"Pretty? Barry deserves a little more credit than that.

The haze cleared from Rafe's mind for a second. Yes, Barry. The pretty drug dealer from the cut. Someone Rafe should rather be caught dead than seen with. But, there was something about him that drew him in. Like an invisible string pulling him closer. It was a new feeling for Rafe. After his mom left he vowed to keep everyone at a distance. His closest friends were Topper and Kelce and even then were more golf and party buddies than anything else. Even still, there was something bout the draw in Barry's voice and the way he smiled that made Rafe want to get to know him better. He took another drag off the joint and suddenly remembered Jackson had asked him a question.

"It's good enough where I'll defiantly be a returning customer."

Rafe didn't know if he was talking about the drugs or the dealer. But, it didn't matter.

#rafe cameron x barry #rafebarry #rafe cameron #barry obx #barry outer banks #outerbanks #outer banks

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quellawrites · 1 year

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Cupid's spines

Square and prompt: B2, Miscommunication

Title: Cupid's spines

Rating: Teen and up

Word Count: 2078

Ship: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

Warnings: No archive warnings apply

Additional tags: Alternate Universe- Modern Setting, Alternate Universe- Human, Getting Together, Attempt at Humor, Mild Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, First Meetings

Summary:

The thing is ugly. It’s roundish and bumpy and its spines are black and irregular. The more Hob looks at it, the more he’s impressed by how truly horrid it looks.

He reaches out and picks it up, careful to not hurt himself with the damn spines. “Perfect,” he murmurs to himself.

“Excellent find,” a deep and beautiful voice says, making him almost jump. “You have chosen a magnificent specimen.”

Or, Hob is set on finding the ugliest gift for the head of his department and things (don't) go as planned.

Link to AO3

Written for @dreamlingbingo

Chapter 1-Cupid's arrows come in all shapes.

Hob parks his convertible in front of the garden centre and gets out, swearing under his breath at the sheer size of it. He can see at least four greenhouses from his car and he’s sure his brilliant idea to buy his head of department a plant for her birthday is going to lose him at least one hour and a headache.

The Dreaming, the sign reads. Home of happy plants.

Hob shakes his head at the notion that plants of all things can be happy while he barely holds himself together and steps into the first greenhouse.

A woman is tending to some orchids. There are rows after rows of them, of different sizes, shapes, and colours.

The temperature is humid in there and even Hob with his black thumb knows it’s perfectly tailored to the plants’ needs.

If the humidity wasn’t bothering him enough, the mosquitos zooming all over the place are a bloody nightmare, and really, maybe it serves him right for having the brilliant idea to come here in the first place. If he’d gone with Johanna’s idea to buy Ethel a box of chocolates or a nice bottle of wine, he’d already be done with it.

But no, he didn’t want to buy Ethel Cripps something actually nice, so he decided to go with a plant. The uglier and the more complicated to care for, the better.

Hob swears under his breath as he feels one of the little bloodsucking beasts biting at his ankle–and how the bloody hell can they get past his trousers?–and another one at the back of his neck. On instinct, he slams a hand over the nape of his neck and the sound resonates through the place.

The woman turns, startled by the noise and to her credit, she doesn’t laugh. She greets him with a polite smile. Her name tag reads, Lucienne . “Can I help you, sir?”

“Uh, hello, I need to buy a gift.”

She politely nods. “Did you have anything in mind?”

“Not really.”

“Can you tell me something about the recipient?”

“Well,” Hob says, trying to think of something about Ethel that’s not the bloody witch he wants to say. “She’s my colleague.”

“She doesn’t like flowers,” he adds feeling only a slight twinge of guilt at the lie, because if he’s forced to buy a gift for Ethel Cripps, he sure as hell will not buy her something as pretty as an orchid.

“We have gorgeous house plants in Jessamy’s greenhouse, the next one over,” the woman, Lucienne, says without losing stride. “And a wide array of cacti and succulents in the one after that. Don’t bother going further because you’ll only find more flowers, herbs, and vegetable seedlings in the last three greenhouses.”

“Thank you,” Hob says and heads toward the exit, waiting until he’s out of the greenhouse to wipe the sweat off his forehead and scratch at some of the dozens of mosquito bites he’s got.

He glances inside the next greenhouse, but even the flowerless houseplants are too nice of a gift for Ethel, especially after having to suffer through a full scale mosquito attack.

He ends up going straight toward the third greenhouse because he figures an ugly cactus would perfectly represent the thorn in his side she’s been for the last five years.

The place seems to be empty. It’s not as humid as the orchid greenhouse, and Hob thanks the heavens for it. He glances around himself and can’t help but notice how neatly arranged everything is. Rows upon rows of long tables, each of them holding hundreds of plants, a white label with their name sticking out of every pot. It appeals to the part of him that wishes he could be capable of such organisation instead of amassing trinkets at every turn.

A bite on his ankle brings him out of his musings and he surreptitiously tries to scratch the itch as he walks past the rows of succulents and heads straight to the cacti. Some of them are kind of pretty and he walks past those as well, until he’s facing the ugly cacti with the longer spines.

Perfect, he thinks as his eyes roam over the plants, searching for the ideal gift.

Up close, he notices every name label is written in a neat and flowery cursive.

Ferocactus Glaucescens , one of them reads. It’s an ugly thing with impressive spines and Hob smiles to himself and thinks he may already have found the perfect gift for Ethel.

He’s about to pick it up when he notices it.

Euphorbia Horrida .

It couldn’t have had a more fitting name. The thing is ugly. It’s roundish and bumpy and its spines are black and irregular. The more Hob looks at it, the more he’s impressed by how truly horrid it looks.

He reaches out and picks it up, careful to not hurt himself with the damn spines. “Perfect,” he murmurs to himself, out loud this time.

“Excellent find,” a deep and beautiful voice says, making him almost jump. “You have chosen a magnificent specimen.”

Hob is about to laugh when his eyes land on the man. The gorgeous man that’s standing in front of him and that, for some reason, seems to like the atrocity Hob is holding.

The man is wearing total black and he looks more suitable to attend a goth party than tending to a greenhouse, Hob thinks.

He desperately tries to divert his attention from his long legs, clad in trousers so tight they seem sewn on him. But focusing his attention on the stranger’s face doesn’t seem to be any better for he looks so beautiful he’s almost ethereal and Hob is sure he would slice his thumb open if he were to run it over the man’s cheekbones. His gorgeous blue eyes are enhanced by subtly and artfully applied dark eyeliner.

He probably is one of the most attractive men Hob has seen in his whole bloody life and he’s looking in awe at the monstrosity in Hob’s hands.

Hob bites back the laugh and whatever remark he was about to make and nods. “Truly magnificent,” he lies.

The stranger smiles. It’s the bare hint of a smile, small and barely there but Hob finds he rather likes what it does to the man's face, how it softens his sharp features. “Not everyone can recognise beauty when they see it.”

“Their loss,” Hob says, trying to keep a straight face and absolutely avoiding looking at the horror in his hand.

“Their loss indeed,” the man murmurs and reaches out to straighten a pot on the nearest shelf and Hob can’t help but notice his long, elegant fingers. After hesitating just a beat, the man adds, “I have never seen you here before.”

“First time,” Hob admits and to keep the conversation going, he stupidly asks, “You work here?”

“I do own the place,” the stranger says, pointing at a name tag that reads, King of the Dreaming. At Hob’s raised eyebrow, he adds, “It is a running joke between my staff.”

Hob smiles, thinking that for all intents and purposes this man looks indeed like a king, like royalty. Feeling bold, he asks, “And does Your Majesty have a name?”

The man smiles a cryptic little smile and says, “Perhaps.”

“I’m Hob,” Hob impulsively says and wants to bite his tongue at his own forwardness. To make up for it, he stupidly adds, “And this place looks impressive. So many plants!”

The man acknowledges Hob’s introduction with a small nod but instead of introducing himself in return, he tells Hob about the garden centre.

Hob learns that the stranger–besides being the owner–grows some of the cacti himself. He learns that the man is so passionate about his cacti that he designs new hybrids and he is proud of his creations.

“That’s impressive,” Hob says. “And you sell them?”

“Some of them,” the man says. “I must confess that it is hard to part from my best creations. Most of them end up enriching my private collection.”

“Must be hard to take care of all of them,” Hob points out and, sweeping his hands around himself in a wide gesture, adds, “In addition to these.”

“Oh, it is a pleasure,” the man answers. ‘’You know that soil and water are everything. Once you have taken care of them, they do not require too much care."

Hob knows nothing but nods anyway because he’s too deep in his lies by now. “Soil and water, yeah.”

“What kinds of inerts do you use?” the stranger asks.

“Uh,” Hob says, trying to look like he knows what he’s talking about. “You know, the, uh, usual.”

“Ah,” the man says, tilting his head to the side as if to assess Hob. “A traditionalist. I must admit I am a bit of one myself, but once in a while I like to experiment with new kinds of substrates. I am currently waiting for a delivery of a fibre-based inert and I cannot wait to try it with my Ariocarpus.”

What the fuck is an Ariocarpus? Hob wants to ask. He nods seriously instead, pretending to understand everything the man has been saying. “Yeah. Next time, let me know how it goes.”

“But of course,” the man answers, smiling one of his lovely little smiles at Hob and all right, perhaps Hob has a tendency to fall arse over tits too quickly but it may very well be the most beautiful thing Hob has ever seen. “I am looking forward to seeing you again and tell you the results of my experiments.”

“Right. Thanks,” Hob says, perking up a little at the prospect of another chance of talking to this beautiful man but also aware that he’s going to need an excuse to visit if he wants to see him again. “I should be going,” he reluctantly adds, glancing at his watch. “You know, work engagement.”

“I will not keep you from your duties, then,” the man says, leading Hob out of the greenhouse and into a smaller room lined with shelves of products and two small cash registers.

Behind one of them, sits a blond man in sunglasses but instead of bringing Hob’s purchase to him, the beautiful stranger walks to the second register and motions Hob forward..

The man rings Hob’s plant up in silence and then reaches down under the counter and hands Hob a pair of gardening gloves, wrapped in clear plastic. “On the house,” he says, glancing at the plant. “For the repotting. I am sure you already have adequate gloves, but these are a fairly new release, with thicker pads. You are going to need the extra padding if you are going to deal with that beauty.”

“Thank you,” Hob says, genuinely touched by the kind gesture. He’s pretty glad he’s not actually going to have to deal with the plant at all but he’s touched nonetheless.

“You are quite welcome, Hob,” the man says, rewarding Hob with another smile. “Take good care of it.”

"I will," Hob says and the lie makes him slightly squirm with guilt.

Hob is ready to go to the fucking party. He checks himself over in the mirror, adjusts his tie because the heavens forbid something’s out of place, and heads toward the living room to retrieve the plant.

He grabs it and he’s about to turn around and go when his mind conjures up the image of the stranger’s face, of his small smiles, of the awe in his eyes as he looked at the bloody thing.

“This is ridiculous,” he mutters to himself but he ends up putting the horrid plant back on the windowsill.

He has to stop to buy a fancy box of chocolates Ethel doesn’t deserve and ends up late to the party.

When he gets back home, a little tipsy and a lot tired, he points to the cactus. “I hate you,” he says.

A shower and a sobering cup of tea later, the internet tells him his new plant needs well draining soil and scarce water. There’s also a consensus about the dangers of saucers that leads Hob to remove the paper plate he’s been using as such.

“You’re going to get dirt all over the windowsill,” he tells the plant.

The plant stares back at him in all of its spiny ugliness.

Hob heaves a defeated sigh and goes to bed.

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The Lady and the Lord

Part 8

We entered volume two now, ladies and gentlemen. I really hope you'll like it, thanks for all the likes, I appreciate it A LOT.

Chapter summary: a confession is made and the group gets prepared for battle.

Chapter warnings: ⚠️ spoiler season 4 ⚠️ panic attack, harassment, mention of rape, Jason and Andy being disgusting, some angs I think, but also Eddie being the sweetest.

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Chaos. That's the word to use right now.

We are looking for a song to play for Nancy to listen to.

Eddie's room is a literal mess of cassettes.

"Steve says you need to hurry!" Erica runs in.

"Yeah? No shit!" Dustin yells back.

"What does he think we're doing?!" I yell too, searching through Eddie's playlists.

"We're trying. We can't find anything" Max tells Erica.

"Seriously, what is this shit?" Robin asks, panicking more and more.

"What are we even looking for?" Eddie asks, taking out more cassettes.

"Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music! We need music!" She answers throwing the cassettes everywhere.

"This is music!" Eddie and I say at the same time.

"You don't have my Walkman?" I then ask Eddie, remembering I gave it to him at the boathouse.

He looks at me, thinking, then his eyes widen.

"Shit.. I... I think I left it at the boathouse.. shit"

"Fuck.. uh.. okay okay keep looking, Erica go tell Steve we're doing our best, tell him to keep talking to Nancy, to... I don't know... keep her... on the ground?" I tell Erica, who runs back to Steve.

I feel my eyes watering, I can't cry now, let alone have an attack.

"You really don't have anything... non-metal here? Are you sure?" I turn to Eddie once again.

"I... shit... I don't think I do" he answers.

"Just keep looking everyone" I finally say.

Suddenly Erica jogs back in panting heavily.

"She's okay... she's fine" she says.

"What?" We all ask.

"Steve says she's.. awake" Erica tells us.

"Really?" I hurry back to the gate, followed by everyone else.

I look up seeing Steve holding Nancy.

"Steve!" I yell.

"She's fine.. I.. I don't know how, but she's fine. Give her a minute and we'll climb there" He says.

"Take your time yes" Robin says, smiling relieved.

"Oh thank god" Lucas breaths.

"Yeah, We got close to lose her..." Dustin says.

"Yeah.. yeah.." I mutter, feeling my chest tightening. I shake my head trying to make the feeling go away, but it doesn't.

I take deep breaths, walking back a little away from the others.

Dustin turns around, as soon as he notices my state he walks to me.

"Hey.. " he softly says "what's wrong?"

"I'm fine, Dusty." I whisper, trying to appear strong.

"You're clearly not. Tell me, what can I do?" He asks.

"I got it, big guy" Eddie appears beside him.

"I want to help" Dustin insists.

"I'm okay really, don't worry" I try again, but I start to have trouble breathing.

"M'lady, you're shaking" Eddie softly tells me.

"What's wrong?" Robin comes too.

"Noth-" I start.

"She's having a panic attack." Eddie informs her, and before she could speak, he continues "I got it, don't worry"

He gently leads me to his room and makes me sit on his bed.

When he goes to close the door Dustin tries to come in.

"I want to help" he firmly says, I can sense he's worried... that's the last thing I wanted.. fuck. Now of all times..

"You're helping by staying out, it's a simple panic attack. She's gonna be fine, man" Eddie tells him.

"Okay.. fine.. if anything happens to her, I'm blaming you" he warns, pointing a finger at him.

"I wouldn't expect it any different" Eddie replies, then closes the door and comes to me, kneeling in front of me.

"Hey, hey, look at me, pretty girl" he sweetly tells me.

I don't. I can't breath at this point, my legs are shaking a lot and I'm clenching my fists so hard my nails are almost piercing my skin.

He gently grabs my hands.

"Hey, I know it looks bad.. but it's really nothing. It's just your body telling you to... take a break, to let everything out." He says, rubbing his thumbs on the back on my hands. "I know, I know, it's a shitty way to let you know. A call would've been better"

I let out a breathless chuckle at that.

"You laughed! See? I knew I was funny. Dustin claims he's the funniest one."

I slowly catch my breath again, slowly, but I'm managing, so I look at him.

"There you go, beautiful. Keep taking deep breaths. In... and out. Good girl" he smiles.

"I... I'm.."

"Hey, no rush. I'm here" he moves a hand to cup my cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

I lean on his hand, finding the contact very comforting.

I slowly go back to my normal breathing.

"I'm sorry" I mutter.

"For what? You did nothing wrong." He replies.

"I made Dustin worry.."

"Yeah.. well, he worries a lot. I think he likes it, secretly, maybe there's a 'worry kink' or something" he jokes.

I softly laugh.

"There's that laugh." He stands up only to sit next to me, still holding one of my hand.

"Thanks" I say, looking down at our hands.

"Anything for you. Remember?" He nudges me.

"Still.. thanks" I say, going to stand up, but he stops me.

"Take your time. They'll surely warn us when those two are back in the normal dimension, don't worry."

"Okay.. yeah."

"You know, uh.." he starts, getting suddenly nervous "I wanted my room to be... clean, just in case you'd ever come. Always imagined it to be clean"

"You.. you imagined me here?" I ask, with a nervous laugh.

"Gotta say yes, m'lady. Although I think the correct word to use is 'hoped' " he lowers his eyes, blushing.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"I like you, Y/n. I have for a... huge while." He chuckles nervously "I mean... have you met yourself?"

"I..what?"

"I'll tell you as many times as you want."He laughs. "I fucking like you, Y/n"

"Me?"

What a stupid question.

"Of course! Everyone in Hellfire teases me and mocks me for not having the balls to actually talk to you, to ask you out." He tells me." Everytime. Everytime at lunch I looked your way. Always looking at you... this sounds creepy I know, I'm sorry"

"No... no, I mean...I did the same sometimes.." I admit.

"Did you?"

"Yeah... in class though. Those times when the professors made you sit in front.. I looked at you" I say looking down, embarrassed. "I always thought you were really cool"

"You know..At first I thought it was curiosity. 'What's she doing all alone there?' And when I looked a little closer I realised you didn't care. I thought.. she's cool."

I shake my head.

"Don't you dare say you're not." He chuckles again "you are. Then we got paired up and... I was a goner. You were so kind. Never once judged me for... well, whatever everyone else judges me for. And, after you loosened up a little, you were kinda funny too. Then I find out you listen to metal, rock, you read The Lord of The Rings, you know D&D... I mean, of course I fucking like you."

"I.. like you too" I tell him, softly.

"What was that?" He asks, pretending he didn't hear it.

"I like you too" I say a little bit louder.

He looks at me with a sweet, yet teasing smile. "Didn't catch that, one more time?"

"I. Like. You. Too" I laugh.

"Oohh that's what you said." He jokes.

"God.. you're terrible" I comment, playfully rolling my eyes.

"No refunds, m'lady. " he tells me with a grin.

"Oh shut it"

"Never." He grins.

"You better clean it for the next time I'm here" I tell him looking around his room.

"If you promise to come back here... I'll clean every centimetre of this damn trailer" he offers.

"Deal" I say with a laugh. "Even though the ripped posters are... kinda cool"

"I know, right?"

"And... wait... those are.." I get up walking to the wall where a pair of handcuffs are hung.

"Yep" he sounds amused.

I look at them... this is interesting.

"Have you... ever.. uh... used these?" I try to sound casual as I ask that, even though my mind is in so many different places at the moment. Being handcuffed to the bed... handcuff him...

"Maybe" he grins "why? Already thinking about it?"

"I'm not telling you" I blush.

"Well, uh..I did." He sincerely says.

"D-did you?"

"Yeah.. I have to say it. But hey!" He stands up walking closer to me. "It's not my fault you're so beautifully hot"

"Oh god" I chuckle.

"If it makes you uncomfortable I stop, I promise" he says, turning serious.

"No" I quickly answer, too quickly I think seeing the sweet smirk on his face "I'm... okay with it. Surprisingly comfortable"

"Really?" He checks.

"Really" I say, gathering enough courage to grab him by his jacket to pull him to me.

"Oh... not so shy anymore, uh?" He teases, moving his hands on my waist.

Suddenly we hear a knock.

"What a timing" he comments, with a small laugh.

"They're back I think" I say already moving to open the door.

Dustin on the other side.

"They're here" he says, then looks at me carefully and hugs me.

"Hey... told you I was okay" I joke.

"You better" he mutter against my shoulder.

"I'm tough, you know that" I say, he lets me go.

I'm about to rush to see Steve and Nancy, when Eddie's voice stops me.

"Wait. Here." He hands me a black shirt. "In case you feel cold" he chuckles.

I notice some of the buttons are missing, I raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Sorry" he mouths.

"Thank you" I smile at him and out the shirt on my shoulder.

Finally, I immediately go to Nancy, hugging her and she does too, holding onto me dearly.

"Thought we lost you there for a moment" I tell her.

"Me too" she says.

We let go of each other and I go hug Steve too.

"You good?" He asks me.

"Yeah yeah. You?"

"Fine"

We all gather around Nancy, her telling us what she saw.. what Vecna showed her.

Erica, Eddie and Steve sits on the couch in Max's home, Nancy on an armchair, Robin on the floor and the rest of us stands.

"He showed me" Nancy starts to tell "things that haven't happened yet. The most awful things. I saw a dark cloud spreading over Hawkins. Downtown on fire. Dead soldiers. And this...giant creature with... a gaping mouth. And this creature wasn't alone. There were so many monsters. An army. And they were coming into Hawkins. Into our neighbourhoods. Our homes. And then... he showed me my mom. And Holly. Mike. And they... they were all..." Nancy stops, with a shaky breath.

"Okay, but..." Steve starts "he's just trying to scare you, Nance. Right? I mean...it's not real"

"Not yet" Nancy replies. "But there... there was something else. He showed me gates. Four gates. Spreading across Hawkins. And these gates, they looked like the one outside of Eddie's trailer, but... they didn't stop growing. And this wasn't the Upside Down Hawkins. This was out Hawkins. Our home."

I kneel down to take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts.

"Four chimes" Max speaks "Vecna's clock. It always chimes four times. Four exactly"

"I heard them too" Nancy says.

"He's been telling us his plan this whole time." Max realises.

"Four kills. Four gates. End of the world" Lucas points out.

Four.

"If that's true..." Dustin starts.

"It means he only got one kill left... one more kill and... he wins" I say, standing up again next to him.

"Try 'em again. Try 'em again" Steve tells Max, who immediately goes to the phone.

We've been trying to contact El, Will and Mike, but... no results.

"Anything?" Dustin asks.

"No. Rang a few times, then went to busy signal." Max answers.

"Maybe you punched it wrong. Try again" Steve says.

"Steve..." I warn.

"I didn't punch it in wrong" Max replies, rightly annoyed.

"Well, I don't know" Steve tries.

"I think she knows how to use a phone" Dustin defends Max, who's trying once again.

"I'm just saying, she could've typed it in wrong." Steve insists.

Max hangs up the phone again "same shit"

"How is that possible?" Lucas asks confused.

"I told you, Joyce has this telemarketer job. She's always on the phone. Mike won't stop whining about it." Dustin explains.

"Always, as in... three days straight busy?" I ask, sarcastically.

"Yeah, something must be wrong" Max agrees with me.

"They're right. It can't be just a coincidence. It can't be" Nancy too agrees."Whatever is happening in Lenora is connected to all of this. I'm sure of it. But Vecna can't hurt them. Not if he's dead. We have to go back in there. Back to the Upside Down."

"Whoa. No, no, no. What?" Steve complains.

"Nope." Eddie too shakes his head.

"She's right" I say standing next to Nancy.

"Let's think this through." Steve stands up, trying to make us reason.

"What is there to think through?" Nancy asks, annoyed.

"We barely made it out of there in one piece" Steve points out.

"Yeah. That's because we weren't prepared, Steve. We got there... helpless. All we need is a plan and supplies" I tell him.

"A good plan. Then we'll go through the gate, we'll find his lair, and we'll kill him" Nancy supports me.

"Or he'll kill us" Steve replies, agitated "the only reason you survived is because he wanted you to. He's not scared of us."

"And for good reason" Robin finally speaks "we were wrong about Vecna. Henry. One. Sorry, what are we calling him now?" She asks.

"One" Dustin and Lucas choose.

"Vecna" says Erica.

"Henry" Nancy says, as a matter of fact.

"Right. We've learned something new about Vecna/Henry/one. He's a number like Eleven, only a sick, evil, male, child-murdering version of her with really bad skin. But my.. my point is, he's super powerful. He could turn us inside out with a snap of his fingers. It's not a fair fight."

"Then why fight fair?" Dustin asks, simply "you're right. He's like Eleven. But that gives us an upper hand. We know Eleven's strengths and weaknesses" he explains.

Genius.

"Weaknesses?" Erica's quite confused now.

"Exactly. They got powers... but they're not invincible. We do have some leverage we can use." I say.

"Exactly, when El remote-travels, she goes into this sort of trance-like state. I bet the same is true for Vecna" Dustin keeps talking.

"That would explain what he was doing in that attic" Lucas points out.

"Exactly. When he attacks his next victim, I'll bet you he's back in that attic, physical body defenseless." He declares.

"Defenseless? What about the army of bats?" Steve rhetorically asks, pointing at his injured neck.

"Right, true. We'll have to find a way past them. Distract them somehow." Dustin answers.

"And, uh, how do we do that, exactly?" Eddie asks, about to standing up.

"No idea" Dustin replies and Eddie sits back down defeated. "But once they're gone, he doesn't stand a chance. It'll be like slaying sleeping Dracula in his coffin"

Cool metaphor, I think.

"That a sounds good in theory, but there is no pattern in Vecna's killings. I mean, at least not one that I can decipher." Robin notes. "We don't know when he's going to attack next. We don't even know who he's going to attack"

"Yeah, we do" Max chimes in.

We all look at her.

"No" I firmly say.

"I can still feel him." She calmly speaks "I'm still marked. Cursed. I ditch Kate Bush, I draw his focus back to me"

"Max" Lucas says "you can't. He'll kill you"

"I survived before" She insists, and I just shake my head "I can survive again, I just need to keep him busy long enough so that you guys can get into that attic. Then you can chop his head off. Stab him in the heart. Blow him up with some explosive Dustin cooks up. I honestly don't care how you put this asshole in his grave. Just.."she takes a deep breath "whatever it is...whatever you do...try not to miss"

She's stubborn, we won't make her change her mind, in no way.

I take a deep breath, looking at everyone else thinking.

"Okay." I say, they all look at me "well, to not miss we're gonna need weapons. So... where do we get 'em?"

"I..uh, I might have an answer for that" Eddie speaks.

We all gather around him, showing us a page on a phone book.

"Check this out. The War Zone" he tells us "I've been there once. It's huge. They got everything you need for, uh...well, killing things, basically"

"You think fake Rambo has enough guns there?" Robin asks."is that a grenade? I mean, how is any of this legal?"

"Well, lucky for us it is, so... This.. this place is just far enough outside of Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops and, uh, angry hicks" Eddie suggests.

"If we're trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn't go to some store called the War Zone" Erica points out.

"Normally, I'd agree, but we need the weapons. So I think it's worth the risk" Nancy states.

"Yap" I say.

"But is it worth the time? It'll take all day to bike there and back" Dustin notes.

"Who said anything about bikes?" Eddie asks.

"What, You got some car we don't know about?" Steve wonders.

"It's not exactly a car, Steve." Eddie stands straight, eye level with Steve, a mischievous smile on his face "and not exactly mine, but, uh... it'll do"

"Oh god" I breath.

"Hey, Red, uh, you got a ski mask or a bandana, something like that?" He asks Max.

Sneaking around the trailer park with Eddie wearing Max's mask of Micheal Myers, wasn't in my weirdest dream, but life is unpredictable, isn't it?

All together we enter, through a little window, one of the RVs parked there.

Eddie immediately goes to hotwire the car-house, followed by me ready to help if needed.

"Where'd you learn how to do this?" Steve asks him.

"Well, when the other dads were teaching their kinds hot to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hot-wire." He answers "now, I swore to myself I wouldn't wind up like he did, but now I'm wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto. So, uh, I'm really living up to that Munson name."

"Not that you have much of a choice here" I try to assure him.

"Eddie" Robin comes from behind "I'm not sure I love the idea of you driving"

"Oh, I'm just starting this sucker. Harrington's got her. Don't you, big boy?" He says, with a mocking smirk on his face, and earning a confused look from Steve.

That being said he finally get the RV start and soon enough the owners are banging at the door, screaming at us.

We all leave room for Steve to jump in the diver seat.

"Eveybody, hand on to something!" He yells.

I run in the back with Dustin and Max.

"Drive, Steve. DRIVE!" Dustin yells too.

He finally drives off.

"Oh my god, they looked pissed" Dustin comments.

"It's not everyday you lose your house and car in one fell swoop" Robin notes.

"You'd be quite mad too" I tell him.

With some trouble we finally get on the road, away from the trailer park.

I let out a sigh of relief and look at Eddie, who has an amused smirk on, he sends me a wink and I just roll my eyes at him.

We all settled in as best we could. Steve managed to "master" his house-driving skills, so now we're safe on the road. Taking a small break from everything until we get to the War Zone.

Nancy sits in the passenger seat next to Steve, Lucas and Max in the back talking as well.

Dustin, Robin and Erica sits on one of the small tables, and Eddie and I on the other very small "couch".

We sit beside each other, not talking.

I, once again, pay with my fingers and rings, so he gently grabs one of my hands, holding it.

"All good, m'lady?" He asks.

"Yeah.. yeah, you?"

"Well, uh, beside being hunted like an animal and having to fight a supernatural monster, I'm good." He looks at me. "I mean.. I get to hold you hand"

"Oh shut it" I softly chuckle.

"Not when it makes you smile" he winks.

I roll my eyes, but I can't help the smile on my face. So I just hold his hand a bit tighter.

"You always manage to make me smile" I tell him, lowering my eyes. I suddenly feel shy.

"Hey, don't get all shy with me. You have no reason to" he gently speaks, then leans a bit closer to my ear. "Especially not after the interest you showed for my handcuffs" he whispers.

I jokingly shove him "Shut up. There was no interest"

"Yeah, sure" he says unconvinced with a small laugh.

"You.. you sure you're okay, Eddie?"

"Yeah... you know, seen the situation, I'm surprisingly...uh, not not-okay. Yeah, I'm not at the best...but it's not that bad" he answers sincerely.

"That's good" I say.

"And I mean it, the fact that you're here... helps.. helps a lot." He says, making me look up to him "you always manage to make me smile too, m'lady'

"Glad to hear that, my lord" I say with a smile.

"Hey, uh, I.. I have a question for you" he tells me.

"What is it?"

"After... all this... would you, uh... let me take you out? I mean.. After we kill that thing and my name is.. cleared" he asks, chuckling nervously.

"I guess Dustin was right." I mutter with a smile.

"About what?"

"You are courting me"

"Of course I am!" He laughs "so? Would you let me?"

"I'd be honoured, my lord" I smile at him then lean my head on his shoulder and he leans his on my head, our hands still holding.

We finally arrive at the War Zone.

Dustin, Lucas and, especially, Eddie stay in the camper, while we go and buy whatever we need.

The store is... huge... and full of people.

"So much for avoiding angry hicks" Robin comments.

"Let's be... fast" Nancy suggests and we all agree.

I found myself at checking out of the shotguns they sells.

"How... how much?" I ask the seller.

"$120.99, but I'll throw in 20 rounds of buckshot for ya" he tells me and I just nod.

Not bad.

While I keep looking at the weapon in my hands I hear a familiar voice.

"Hey, can I see this real pretty .357, please?"

Shit.

No way.

I just pretend to be focused on the shotgun, turning slightly so maybe I can avoid Jason.

"Y/n L/n. Right?"

Fuck. How does he even know my name!?

I slowly turn around, I look at him and I nod my head.

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

"Gotta be prepared... just in case" I lower my eyes as I timidly answer.

I look around the store, noticing more of his friends around.

Better keep, at least, one occupied, right?

"I'm sorry... uh.. about Chrissy. She's always been... nice to everyone" I say.

He looks taken aback by it, but almost... amused too..

"Want my advice?" He asks.

Not exactly, I think.

"Shotguns are not good for much of anything past killing small birds" he tells me, nearing me, eyes focused on mine "I mean, they got power, sure, but not much range. And that's just gonna force you into close-range combat," he's right in front of me now, but I surprisingly hold his stare "then someone can easily redirect it by grabbing that barrel, like this.."

He suddenly moves to grab the barrel, but I'm faster, stepping back and moving the shotgun out of his reach.

I guess Hopper's lessons, really, did the trick.

He looks at me surprised and takes a step forward. I take one back but I'm stopped by something.. or someone.

"Hi there baby"

I take a shaky breath and look around, literally everywhere but any of them.

"It's polite to answer, isn't it?" Jason tells me, with a hard tone.

"Hi...A-andy" I quietly say.

"I missed you" Andy fakes sorrow.

"You know, It's actually a good thing, we found you here today" Jason, then, tells me.

"W-why?" I ask.

"Because we found this" he says, taking something from his back pocket.

My Walkman.

Shit.

I look at it with widened eyes.

"It's yours, right? I mean.. your name's on it"

I nod.

They move closer caging me between them.

As I look around I see Steve and Robin, when Steve notices me he immediately goes to run to me, but I stop him widening my eyes. If he jumps in like this, Jason and Andy might suspect something's up. Thankfully Robin catches on and stops Steve, whispering something. He just stares at us, probably waiting for the right excuse to chime in.

"You know where we found it?" Andy asks, breathing in my ear.

"No" I whisper.

"A boathouse... near Lover's lake. Where the freak happened to be hiding" Jason says. "Now... our question is... why was your Walkman there?"

"I don't.. I don't know" I say.

I want to walk away, but Andy's hands on my hips stop me.

Not again...

"Don't go so soon, c'mon, we just want to talk" Jason tells me, using what he thinks is a sweet voice.

"You know where the freak is, baby?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"Are you sure?" Jason asks.

"Yes... now.. let go" I shakily say.

"I believe you, I do. But, just know that if you have some information on where he might be and you're not telling us...you can either change your mind now and tell us or... well.. Andy here has been dying to get a taste of you and... you know, you're no match for the rest of the team to hold down." He whispers, his eyes falling to my lips "and maybe they could get a taste too"

My eyes widen at the threat.

I try to move away, but Andy's grip gets tighter.

"Oh now now, don't be like that. We're talking right?" He asks Andy, who just nods.

His head against mine as I feel his fingers moving my top slightly so he can actually touch my skin.

"You know what? that's fine... I mean, Munson could've stolen your Walkman, right?" Jason mockingly suggests.

"Exactly. Plus... she's too much of a good girl to help a murderer" Andy agrees.

"But I think you might know this though" Jason starts.

When he sees that I don't answer nor look at him, he uses his thumb and index finger to grab my chin and make me look up at him.

"You should know where his friends are. Right?" He asks, studying my face.

"Friends?" I ask.

"Yeah, we saw you talking to them, more than once." He says "you should have an idea on where they are"

"Why..?"

"Their whole little cult is a threat for everyone, baby, help us put an end to it" Andy says, pulling me fully against him.

"Yeah. You know Sinclair right? And this, uh, Dustin?" Jason asks. "And Nancy Wheeler's brother too, yeah? Tell us where they are so we can have... a little friendly chat with them."

At the mention of their names something changes inside me.

I stop shaking.

What's their plan? Beating up some fourteen year-olds?..

"I don't know shit" I say, fearlessly looking Jason in the eyes. I surprise even myself.

"What did you just say?" He seems shocked.

"I. Don't. Know. Shit." I repeat.I harshly yank myself free from Andy's grip, also thank to their temporal shock.

"You lay one more finger on me, or any of my friends, and I'll show you how useful a shotgun actually is" I add.

I join the other to pay for everything and we run to the camper, Steve keeps trying to talk to me, but I just ignore him.

We quickly rush into the RV.

"What happened?" Lucas immediately asks.

"We gotta go" Steve cuts him off.

"Your old friend are here" Erica informs her brother.

Steve starts the vehicle, immediately driving away as soon as the last of us gets in.

"Y/n" He calls, once we get on the road, using his severe tone "Here. Now."

I deeply sigh, locking eyes with Dustin who sends me a questioning look.

I move to the passenger seat, looking forward to the road.

"So?" He asks.

"What?"

"What the hell happened? What did they want? And, why the hell didn't you let me intervene?" He's mad, really mad.

"I... I thought that... uh, if they saw you rushing in, like that.. then they might've thought we knew something about Eddie and draw the attentionto us" I answer.

"Fuck..Y/n, you... you didn't have to" he says exasperated.

"It's not a big deal, Steve. I.. stood up for the others... they threatened me, to try and scare me. They almost did... but as soon as they mentioned Dustin and Lucas I... I just snapped." I explain.

"Wait... who threatened you?" Eddie comes to stands with us.

"No need to worry about it now, really. I handled it" I wave him off.

"Jason and Andy did" Steve answers Eddie's question. "Now, my question is... what the hell did they say to you? And don't try your 'nothing too bad' shit. I fucking saw your face."

I just take a deep breath, not speaking a word.

"M'lady" Eddie tries to convince me with a sweet tone.

"What is it with you all? I'm not a porcelain doll, for chirst's sake! And you're not my father, nor my mother. I don't have any of those!" I snap, earning the attention of the whole group.

"Just tell me, please." Steve insists.

"Why do you want to know so bad?"

"Because if you keep it bottled up, you'll get another attack and.. I hate it when it happens to you"

"I handled it. On my own, Steve. I... fuck.. they were threatening to rape me. That's what you wanted to hear?" I take a deep breath.

"What? Why the fuck didn't you let me help?!" He basically yells.

I know he's not actually mad at me, I know he was just worried sick, especially knowing the whole thing with Andy. But damn... he can get so annoying sometimes, treating me like a child.

"they just wanted to.. to scare me and.. I don't know what else, then they mention that they were also looking for... For Lucas, and.. and Dustin and... hell, even Mike. I couldn't stand it. If they fucking saw you, they would've know something's up. So I'm sorry you couldn't be the hero for the millionth time, Harrington" I get up walking to the back.

"Honey..." Steve tries to call me, but I ignore him.

"Leave her be, Steve" I hear Robin telling him.

I just sit there, on my own with my thoughts.

I try to forget about the events at the War Zone. Andy's hands on me... Jason's... the threat.

Plus Steve treating me like I'm some fragile doll who needs constant protection..

I can feel myself on the verge of crying, so I just let the tears fall.

I try to shake away the thoughts when I see Dustin coming to sit with me, saying nothing he just offers me a warm, comforting smile.

I wipe away the tears with the sleeves of the shirt Eddie gave me.

"Hey" he softly says.

"Hi" I reply.

"Thank you" he simply says.

"For what?" I ask, wondering why he was thanking me.

"For always protecting us" he answers. "I know we... we're not, like, a conventional family and all, but... we can be yours."

"Dustin..." I trail off trying to stop him, but he continues.

"We love you. I know Steve can be... too parental sometime, but he loves you"

"I know, Dustin.. I know. It's just that, uh... I'm not a child. I showed him so many times I can take care of myself. I might have trouble talking to people, but still.. I mean.. I fought as many monsters as he did.." I take a breath.

"I know. He knows that" he looks at me "and he's sorry"

"I know he is. I just need him to leave me alone for a while" I smile at him, to comfort him.

"That's cool.. yeah, sure. I'll tell him just that" he says getting up, but stops "You've always been like a sister to me, Y/n. Thank you"

"Thank you, Dusty" I smile at him, my eyes watering again, for a different reason now.

We arrive in this open field and everyone get immediately to work.

Dustin and Eddie are tasked in making shields, Erica and Lucas in making spears, Max helps Nancy with her shotgun, Robin and I making "bombs" and Steve... well he's in the camper, not sure what he's doing.

"Hey, do you remember when I told you... you know... that?" Robin asks me.

"Of course I do" I reply, filling on bottle.

"I was crying my eyes out, like crazy. Steve didn't have a shift that day and I saw Susan Gillian with her boyfriend so I just hid in the back" she starts.

"Yeah, I enter Family Videos and Keith told me you were in the back. God... I was so scared when I found you crying like that" I laugh.

"Yeah" she laughs too.

"And then it was something so... normal" I smile at her as she put the bottle down.

"You never left, though, not until I stopped crying. Then I did what I always do, rambling and rambling and finally told you what was wrong." She sigh, smiling at the memory.

"Well, you thought you were made wrong... I had to change that, I had to be sure you knew how great you are" I tell her simply.

"Yeah, to stop me from crying you told me... shit, what did you tell me? Yeah! 'So what? Steve likes girls too, and that's definitely not what makes him a mess' "she recites.

"Oh and here I thought you saw me as perfect" Steve comes out from the vehicle, sitting beside me.

"Never did. Not once" I reply, not looking at him.

"I'm sorry... Y/n. I got worried, I... when I saw them, caging you like that, that look on your face... I.." he immediately apologises.

"I know Steve.. I know. I guess I didn't like you using your mommy tone with me when we left the War Zone." I tell him.

"I'm sorry, honey. I really am" he tell me sincerely.

"I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to snap like that.. to everyone"

"No, no you were right.. I shouldn't treat you like a child, you saved my ass so many time I can't even count them" he chuckles and Robin and I do the same.

"I'm glad you guys are, like, friends again. It would've killed me, having to choose between you two" Robin says, relieved.

"No it wouldn't" Steve says, defeated "you would've chosen her."

"Of course, she would've"

"Oh definitely. She's my spiritual girlfriend" Robin agrees with a laugh.

Our attention shifts to Dustin and Eddie playing fight.

"Uh..." Steve starts "should we stop them?" He jokingly asks.

"Jealous Steve? Afraid Dustin likes him more?" Robin teases.

"Not at all" Steve answers, but he doesn't convince us and Robin and I share a sceptical look. "Why don't you.. go make sure they don't kill each other too soon. Me and Robin got this"

"Oh god, fine, mommy" I laugh standing up.

"Don't call me that. Daddy, at least" he suggests.

"Yeah.. you wish" I say walking towards Dustin and Eddie.

As I near I hear Eddie asking Dustin something.

"Never change, Dustin Henderson. Promise me?"

"Wasn't planning on it" Dustin answers.

"You better not" I say as I get closer, catching their attention.

"M'lady" Eddie greets with a theatrical bow of his head.

"How are the shields going?" I ask.

"Great!" Dustin answers.

"Ooh good." I walk to stand beside him, wrapping an arm around him. "I was sent here to make sure you two won't kill each other"

"Steve sent you here?" Dustin asks and I nod "he's just jealous"

"Oh definitely" I grin.

"Oh c'mon, he literally worship him. Harrington can't be jealous" Eddie says.

"You'd be surprised" I laugh.

After a moment Dustin looks between me and Eddie with his usual suspicious and teasing look.

"You guys... have something to tell me?" Dustin asks with a grin.

"Mmh, no" I say, pretending I don't know what he's hinting about.

"Yeah, man, what are you talking about?" Eddie asks, following my lead.

"Mh" Dustin looks at us suspiciously "you guys are hiding something"

"And what, oh Bard, are we hiding?" I ask.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, mighty Queen" he replies with a small bow.

"Mmh... nope" I laugh and Eddie does too.

"What do you say, Henderson?" Eddie speaks "after this is over should we get her to join Hellfire?"

"Definitely. After this, Y/n, I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice" Dustin giggles.

"I'll think about it" I say.

"Oh no, no, m'lady. You don't have a say in this" Eddie chuckles.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll see about that" I wink at him.

"Oh god... I swear, you guys, if I'm not the first one to know about this, you're screwed" Dustin warns.

"Oh yeah?" I raise both eyebrows surprised.

Then I look at Eddie with a mischievous smile, hinting at Dustin and he nod understanding me.

Eddie quickly moves to grab both of Dustin's arms from behind so I can tickle him.

"Hey! I sent you there to watch them not to join them?" I hear Steve voice.

"Sorry!" I scream back.

"No you're not" he replies, I see him smiling though.

Sometimes I hope these moments of "normality" before the fight never end. It's like we live it in full mode because we don't know what's gonna happen. We never knew if we had a chance of surviving, but we did... yet this time... feels different. This time I'll enjoy each moment as best as I could.

We all try to, while we prepare everything.

But now it's time to go, so we get into the camper and in silence we drive.

#stranger things x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn

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sasslett · 1 year

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Get to know me!

tagged by @elveny, let's see if I can get this done before I have to get out of bed (someone play me the world's smallest violin)

Share your wallpaper: So my PC is set to cycle through my XIV screenshot folder as its wallpaper, so here's my Chromebook (where I do all my writing) and my phone (where I do all my blogging) wallpapers instead!

A lovely comm from thetictactician on Twitter on my Chromebook!

and this amazing comm on my phone from Hollycircling on Twitter, I can't believe she indulged me and went this fucking hard but she did this. In a week.

The last song you listened to: Warrior by Beth Crowley (this is such a Jess song tbh)

Currently Reading: Ok... so... I actually haven't read any sort of published novel since... 2011, with A Storm of Crows I think? So I used to read a shit ton, but it was 11th grade and my friends were like 'You're still reading kids books? Read something for grown ups instead' (I was rereading Percy Jackson at the time, my beloved). So I gave it a try with a 'grown up' fantasy series and... fuck GoT it was awful and I decided if that's what adult literature was like, I didn't want any part of it. So I quit reading entirely.

Last Movie: Bullet Train, months ago. I don't like watching movies - I'm huge into the behind the scenes stuff, cinematography, lighting, direction, costume design etc etc so it makes it hard to watch movies when my brain won't stop analyzing and criticizing everything (honestly modern cinema is so full of people just 'sending it' for the next big paycheck, the heart is just gone). But my husband insisted I watch this one and you know what? It was actually really well made, I was impressed.

Craving: More time. More time to finish these cosplays (Twelve have mercy the con is in a week and a half), more time to write, more time to decompress. Also craving a Chromebook/laptop/portable writing device that doesn't freeze when I type more than 5 letters in a row...

What are you wearing right now: My nightgown! (still in bed) It's got penguins on it and it's fucking adorable.

How tall are you: 5'5, idk what that is in the rest of the world. Americans, y'know.

Piercings: None, but I bought some super cute Ascian earrings last year and I've been really tempted to get my earlobes pierced.

Tattoos: None, not my thing but totally cool for everyone else!

Glasses? Contacts?: Lasik! Totally worth if you can do it.

Last drink: Choccy milk (I am an adult)

Last show: Last narrative-focused show? Uhhhhhh.... I watched the first season of The Walking Dead in 2012 and I legit can't think of anything more recent. I just don't enjoy watching things much, I'd rather be doing something, and I'm such a snob when it comes to screenwriting/characters that most things just don't appeal to me. Other than that the last non-scripted show I watched was Restaurant: Impossible.

Last thing you ate: An oatmeal chocolate chip cookie my sister made last night.

Favourite colour: Wine/burgundy! That deep, dark, blood red with just a hint of purple (in case you couldn't tell since it's the color my WoL wears in every outfit)

Current obsession: FFXIV lol

Unrelated Obsession: Unrelated? I'd say writing but that's kind of related... So, horses? I mean that's just always my obsession.

Any pets: Uh... yeah. I myself have two horses. And then... we have a shit ton of cats. So in 2020 strays kept showing up at our house and then they'd have babies, eventually we managed to catch them all and get them fixed and now some of them have chosen to move in. Shelters are full all across the state, rescues and fosters are full. So now we have... 10 cats that live inside (it's a large house) and then another six/seven that are still feral outside but fixed at least. Nothing much we can do about it, but keeping them inside keeps them safe and saves the wildlife outside, too.

Do you have a crush on anyone: An eternal crush on my husband. He's just amazing. Soft. Adorable. Handsome. Perfect. Goofy. Gorgeous. Smart. Creative. Loving. So many more words. 12 years together in May!

Favourite fictional character: Assuming player characters/WoLs don't count, Elena Fisher from Uncharted. She was the first female character I encountered who was just... normal. Not a token female, not sexualized eye candy, not walking boobs without a personality, she was... a real person, a real character in her own right, whose gender didn't change who she was. And I fell in love with that back in 2007 (I was in middle school then, so it was kind of a big deal for me). She only got better as the years went by, I still love her.

The last place you traveled: Depends on your definition of 'travel'. On a literal sense probably Portland, but since both that and Seattle are practically in my backyard I don't really count those. Other than that, Philadelphia I think, for a wedding.

TAGGING! Oh so many people should do this. Off the top of my head, if you'd like to... @ainyan, @mimble-sparklepudding, @boggleoflight, @tallbluelady, @humblemooncat, @dragoon-mid-jump, @otherworldseekers, @aethericfist and now I'm out of time and have to get ready for work so anyone else who sees this! Sorry I was tagging in a hurry, I know a lot of you are character/RP blogs so feel free to ignore.

#sassbox #tagged #thank you this was fun!!

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obsidiancreates · 11 months

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Bright Suits and Bright Minds (Though Shenanigans Aren't Far Behind)

(Where in the timeline does this happen? Beats me. They're wanderin' the Feywild and that's all I know. Basically I just wanted Kremy and Frost to meet my OC Carter because there's some similarities XD)

(Edit: I put a Read More in but it's not showing that in the tag so I apologize deeply for anyone in the tag wondering why I put a long-ass fic here. I didn't, Tumblr isn't putting the Read More in and I'm sorry.)

"Well," Gideon sighs, hands on his hips as he looks around and sighs. "We're lost."

"You're just realizing that now?" Frost arcs an eyebrow up at his friend. "We haven't seen anything other than trees and muck for hours."

"Yeah, but, that's kinda just how this place is."

"... You're not wrong," Frost concedes. "Twig, do you have any idea where we are?"

Twig looks around for a moment, peering out into the fog from where she sits on Gideon's shoulders. "... Nope!"

""I really should've used Guidance when we started," Gricko mumbles to himself, wincing with wide eyes at his own mistake. "Maybe someone will come by we can ask for directions?"

"I'm not so sure that'll-"

"Oh, finally!"

"Oh, well, I was wrong!" Kremy picks up the pace a bit after the interruption, but freezes when he sees the owner of the voice. "Is that a fuckin' human?"

"What is it with you and humans, man? I'm half-human, you don't got any problems with me!"

"You're half not-human too, Gid, that fixes it."

"Well gosh, Kremy, your hatred of humans and want to eat them implies such a rich and layered backstory," Gricko says, smiling and leaning in to elbow Kremy's leg knowingly.

"It sure does, Gricko. Anyway, let's see if he dies and I can use his bones for some broth."

"Fuck that, I'm getting directions." Frost strides forward. "Uh, hello! My name is Morning Frost-"

He's met with a warm hand clasping around his shoulders. "Finally!" the person exclaims. "I was starting to think this whole universe was just swampwater and weird little frogs!"

"This universe?" Frost takes in this apparent human. He has deep dark skin that contrasts sharply, but nicely, with his obnoxiously bright yellow suit. His hair, not quite long enough to be considered a full afro but getting close to it, is tucked masterfully into what looks like a boater's hat made of fabric instead of straw. Frost would consider it eccentric if he wasn't used to Kremy's own style.

The man grins at Frost and steps back, swooping off his hat and bowing deeply. "Carter Clevman, god of cleverness, craftiness, charisma, and charm! Not in this world though." He stands back up and sweeps his hat on with the same practiced ease.

"Oh gods, it's another fuckin' weirdo," Gideon whispers roughly to Kremy.

"Are you from the material plane too?" Gricko asks as the rest of the group gets closer. Carter doesn't even bat an eye at Torbek as he trudges over, tubes glowing and bubbling away. "We could travel toge-"

"No more people!" Kremy interrupts. "For the sake of the nine hells, Gricko, we've already got six!"

"I wouldn't be joining you anyway," Carter says with a wave of his hand. "I'm looking for my four friends. See, I decided I wanted to take a little trip through the multiverse, as you do-"

"Yeah of course. Why not." Gideon looks at Kremy and holds up a fist in question.

Kremy shakes his head, parting his mouth a little. He tastes a magic in the air around this person. It's not a very familiar flavor, and unfortunately, it tastes like this guy might not be human after all. When it comes to things that disguise themselves like this in the Feywild? Probably better to just try and get anything useful from them and then get away.

Carter doesn't pay attention, or at least doesn't acknowledge it. "-and we ran into a little unexpected debris in the planes between worlds, and, well, we got separated. Have you seen any other 'humans' or humans around here?" Carter makes air-quotes when he says the first 'humans'.

"No-one but you so far, friend," Kremy says, leaning forward a bit on his cane. "So your little group aren't really humans?"

"Well, half of us aren't. I already said I'm not-"

"Torbek doesn't mean to be rude," Torbek says slowly. "But... Torbek doesn't remember any gods wearing suits like Mr. Kremy's..."

"Suit's like-! My suit is finely tailored! Purple is a-a sign of high society!" Kremy brushes off his lapel, offended. "He doesn't even have a cane!"

"A cane is a good idea though. Love the skull on yours, my friend Evelyn would love it too. She's one of the people I'm looking for. She'll either look like a pale human woman with black hair that's bright blue at the tips, sort of a tough almost biker style to her clothes, or she'll look like a harbinger of plant-based revenge." Carter gestures at his back. "Giant wings that go from scales to feathers, four big horns, glowing blue eyes, stuff like that."

"Have we met anybody like that?" Gricko asks, looking up at his companions.

There's a moment of deliberation.

"Never seen her," Twig finally says, "I'm sorry we can't help."

"Ah, it's alright, it was a long shot. If you do see her, let her know I'm looking for her around this area. I'm also looking for Ashlyn, she's got ginger hair and lots of freckles, I believe she was wearing a pink hoodie this time, and is probably carrying around a glowing bow and arrows, she knows me well enough to be armed when she tries to take vacations with me."

"Oh." Gricko crinkles his nose. "You sound like a fun guy to travel with. Hootsie," he says softly to his daughter, "If you have a friend where you always have to be armed to hang out with them, you get new friends, alright?"

"Um, Gricko? That's the case with us." Frost pats Gricko's back.

"... Oh gods, Frosty, you're right. Hootsie, I am so sorry sweetie-"

"I'm also looking for a couple, they'll probably be together. A short woman with light brown hair, oh no. Oh, she was wearing one of her nice pairs of jeans too, I'm going to owe her forever. Literally. Anyway, she'll likely have a bright glowing necklace on and be with her husband, who's about- oh, about the height of your red friend here." Carter gestures at Gideon. "Not red, though, and no beard. Possibly horns, depends on if he's in his demon form or not."

"Demon? We won't be messing with any demons." Kremy looks around and raises his cane a little.

"No no, he's very kind! He rescues cats out of trees and they've fostered orphaned puppies and everything, they're so overly sweet it gave me a cavity once. I didn't even know that could happen, given this physical form is just something I whipped up for fun a few millennia ago."

"If you don't mind my asking," Frost says, looking Carter up and down. "If you're some kind of god or deity... why did you and your companions get so lost? How did something like this happen if you're supposed to be such a-a powerful being?"

"Well, you know how it is. Sometimes you jump into something just bursting with self confidence, and you realize along the way 'Oh-ho! This was unearned'!" Carter chuckles at himself. It's not exactly a happy chuckle. "Ahhh... yeah. I said I was the god of cleverness, not competence."

"If he's the god of cleverness, that might explain a few things. Like how we got so many people to come to our carnival," Gideon says. "You're slackin' off, man."

"Why do you guys keep insultin' the carnival? It was a good carnival!"

"Whatever helps you sleep, Kremy." Frost looks back at Carter. "It's true, you're not doing very well."

"First of all, I said I was the god of it in another universe. I don't know who's in charge of it here, and other cleverness gods and I tend not to get along. ... They think I disgrace the title because I enjoy indulging in silly antics that some would consider dumb. Secondly, I don't control cleverness! I'm a personification of concepts, feelings, aspects! Gods in my world aren't responsible for creation, just... existing as the thing we are! The creation is left up to Sid."

"Sid? You some kinda cleric with a god named Sid?" Kremy lowers his cane. He's starting to think this guy isn't so much dangerous as off his rocker.

"Cleric? Well, at least that narrows down what universe I'm in somewhat... and no! No, Sid is just the nineteen year old who created our universe and controls it by writing it in her spare time."

"Your world is controlled by a nineteen year old?" Frost shakes his head. "I see why you left."

"No, I was just taking a vacation. My friends and I are actually quite close with Sid!"

"Well, are you actually close with them? Or are you kinda forced to be on account of them bein' a god?" Kremy leans a away from Carter.

Frost's eyes widen for just a second as he nods. "That's a good point Kremy. Carter, how do you even know you have free will or agency at all if uh, if your world's creator is involved so deeply in your life?"

"... Don't-don't make me think about that. I- ohhh, god..."

And then Sid didn't know how to end it. So Carter just sat down and had an existential crisis while the Witchlight party walked on.

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #my ocs #carter clevman #my attempts at fanfic #fanfic

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cevansbaby-dove · 2 months

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Safe Haven 4

Pairing: Cowboy! Glen Powell X OFC! Amber Dawson.

Warnings: Smut!

One of his big hands later on moves to my thigh, giving it a squeeze before he lifts me off my seat to put me on his lap, grabbing me by the waist.

I rock my hips onto his while we make out in the car, feeling like the two of us are the only ones in the world. "I fucking love you Amber" he mumbles against my lips, only before deeply kissing me again. He's attacking my lips like there's no tomorrow, and I don't mind it. I don't mind it one bit.

The things he's saying to me only turn me on even more. I grab his cheeks in my hand, just letting my body fall to his while his hands are gently squeezing my hips.

"Hey," Glen suddenly starts, causing me to stop the kiss abruptly. "I do, fucking love you, Amber Megan Dawson"

Glen whispers to me, moving his hand up to my face to push my hair behind my ear.

I softly smile, look at his lips and nod my head. "I think deep down, I've always known. I love you too, Glen Powell. I love you, too"

I reply. A smile appears on his face very fast, he happily shakes his head and gives my lips a long and deep kiss again. "Let me show you how much I love you...".

I woke up the next day feeling my heart racing. Oh god it was a dream...

I gasp. Loudly. Blinking a few times to make sure I'm in my room, I look to my side where I see, and hear, the alarm on my phone ringing.

This was a fucking dream. And thank God it was a dream, I feel absolutely disgusting. Me? Making out with Glen Powell? I don't think so.

Never, ever, in my entire life, will I ever want to do that. I turn the annoying sound off, hop out of the comfortable bed and rush into the bathroom.

I brush my teeth, i wash my face and put on some simple clothes for the day. I put my hair up with a hair clip after grabbing my boots Every moment of me getting ready for the day is nice but I keep thinking about the dream I had.

Why would I even dream something like that? We aren't that close, i mean sure his eyes make me smile...and his hair...Amber get a hold of yourself!

Nothing like that will ever happen between the two of us, My god what would make me dream of making out with him?

Nope, nope, nope Just....NO!

I walk downstairs and see Glen is in the kitchen making breakfast...shirtless as always.

I walk past him grabbing a cup for coffee. "Morning cowgirl" I glance at him and mumble. "morning"

Lauren walks into the kitchen. 'Morning you two" I look at her and smile. "morning girl what's up?"

She sits at the counter and says. "oh you know...coffee and....lovers" Glen turns around looking at my friend. "uh??"

She smiles. "i see how you two look at each other it's super cute" I look at Her then at Glen. "hell nah he works here and that's all"

Glen looks at me and says. "You make it sound like we'd be a bad couple"

"I uh...i mean..we would um..." I roll my eyes "I don't like you that way Powell!"

He shakes his head. "Uh uh..." he walks away and Lauren says. "Go easy on him girl at least he's willing to stay working here"

a few minutes later Glen walks downstairs and puts a shirt on.

"I'll be out working if you need me" He grabs his hat and walks out before i can apologize. "Fuck him" I say as i sip my coffee.

Lauren smiles. "oh i'm sure you will if you gave him a chance" I almost choke on my coffee hearing her say that.

"Lauren Oh my god! No"

She laughs. "he likes you Amber..." I shake my head. "got anything else to talk about?"

She walks around me and washes her coffee cup. "No i have to get to work anyway, later!"

She walks out the door and I sigh then my mind flashback to that dream. "let me show you how much i love you..."

A/n:Will Amber change her mind about him? hmm...

Tags: @angelbabyyy99 @cutedisneygrl @entertainmentgirl80

#glen powell #glen powell x ofc #glen powell smut #glen powell fluff #glen powell series #glen powell fanfic #glen powell fic

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endorstoiii · 10 months

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My wright #3 - I'm back

I know I've been very far from tumblr for a long time, but I had no idea my last appearance here was on Feb 20th. Long four months that, honestly, felt like just a few weeks.

I don't remember the exact reason why I got offline, but I suppose it was a huge amount of tasks (home + course), and add it tons and tons of exhaustion (mental, emotional and physical).

It's no surprise that my life only gets worse, and I'm not exaggerating or being dramatic or playing the victim. I really mean it. Also, I'm not being negative and pessimist. Nothing works for me. I am unemployed and I'm looking for a job for three years. Ok, we had a fucking pandemic in the middle of the process, but things are back to normal already and everyone I know had success after all of that. Except for me. Do you know how fucked up is it to be unemployed? It more than sucks. I only get older (and more tired) and it hinders to find a job. Not only "I am too old" to get a beginners job, but also I feel so uncapable, psicologically I am destroyed because no matter how hard I try to get my shit together, nothing works. I even get some job interviews, but I never step forward. I can't get a job as a designer. I can't get a job as anything else — I tried to get a job on many different areas, except for seller cause the pressure is way too much for me to handle (I am way too bad already, I can't get any worse or God knows what may happen) — I can't get any little ray of success at anything at all. Why? Is it me?

Honestly, I don't think I am the problem. Not anymore. I used to think I was terrible as a student, as a designer and then I would be a terrible professional as well. Plus, I am too shy and dumb, I wouldn't know what to do in much pressure, and job recruiters know that and would never approve me. But no. I know I am good in what I do. Obviously I'm not the best (and I think I don't even want to be, so that's ok), but I'm good and I deserve more. I am so attentious, cautios and passionate (finally! this would be a good topic to write about: my passion for design). And being shy and dumb? Like... Everyone is hah I know people who are even shyer and dumber, and they have a job, they do a great work. So, no. I am not the problem. So, the only answer I can think of is: external influence. I am the least spiritual person I know (another good topic to write about), but oh man, it's the only thing that makes any sense to me. I believe the horrendous, deep and negative energy of the enviroment I live in, unfortunately influences my paths. And not only to get a job, but to anything to me. For example, I can't have a date. I can't. My life is too bad, my psychologic is too bad, my emotional too bad. This is all because of this fucking shitty energy of the enviroment I live in.

Well, no surprises here. But yeah my life was a mess and got even worse. It gets worse with time. And as if everything isn't all fucked up already, my grandma (who is kinda still recovering from her knee fracture) fell of the stairs and broke her two wrists. Now, again, me and my mom have to take care of her — but this time we must keep our eyes on her all. the. time. Do you know how exhausting and demanding taking care of an old person can be??? I had no clue until last year when she broke her knee, now it's her knee and two arms. My God.

Just when I thought I was getting a bit better, I got totally worse again. But now I feel like I'm a little bit less shitty than I was a couple of months ago. Seriously, about two months ago I was so bad as I've never been my whole life :( I tried looking for psychological help but, uh oh, how will I afford it if I'm unemployed? I can't get better psychologically, I can't get better emotionally, I can't get better financially, I can't get better in any layer of life... However, these past weeks I felt a little motivation to just keep on going one day at a time, I miss tumblr and I miss my friends & mutuals, I miss doing those tagging post stuff. These are some of the things that bring me some joy :) despite feeling the worst ever, I want to be here and I want to keep on doing, cause if I don't, I will probbaly disassociate for real and I don't even know what's next.

This is probably the longest text post I've written here, but well deserved cause four months away from my safe place... It's a lot. I don't know how long this motivation phase will take, I hope it's like before. But while I'm here, I want to be here.

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for the fic writer asks!!

5, 9, 13, 15, 29?

hi hi aayo!!

[questions were here]

5. So, a while back, I was spitballing with my friends about Pokemon Black/White & the sequel, because I love those games, those are my childhood Pokemon games, and the story is so close to brilliant I can taste it. It would just need a little touching up, I swear, adjust a motivation here, add some more scenes there... But see the thing is, doing that would take. A While. and I just don't think I have the patience to do a full rewrite of a Pokemon game from 2010 so it'll probably remain an idea.

9. Yes! I do! I try to do a few hundred words a day, every day. Depending on how bad my depression is, I can be pretty consistent about it and get a lot done. And I did manage to do a little today for that nsfw lucifer/raphael fic I'm working on! Let's see here. Ahem. "Waiting, a front of perfect obedience betrayed by how hard he’s clenching his hands together behind his back to keep from touching himself." :) I am. doing things. to luci.

13. It depends on the fic. Some of them, I want to say Last Call and could have been anyone, anyone are good examples, start writing themselves in my head with absolutely no warning, and I have to jump to the nearest thing to jot down the sentences before they disappear forever. Others, like Honey, Don't Feed It, have literally been turned over in my brain for more than a year, twisted and changed until I've gotten a fic I actually like out of it.

15. Sometimes it's a song title, sometimes it's a line from the fic, sometimes it's 'it is 4am when im posting it and ive already typed up the fucking tags and the summary and i am so so tired whats the closest noun i can think of' and then i slap it on there and call it a day.

29. asjklajdksld my first thought was 'oh you know what fine i'll post what i had of that samifer fic before it gets deleted but uh It Is Literally Entirely Porn. so lets. lets go with something a little more PG, yeah? Not exactly polite of me to throw smut at you without asking.

So instead, have this bit from the original draft of my next Sarah/Lucifer/Nick fic that got cut because I switched the pov character from Sarah to Nick for. Reasons.

Sarah has had a lot more time to paint in the last few months. Enough that muscle memory she thought lost has slowly reappeared, making her hand steadier. Her art hasn’t become more neat as a result, but it has grown purpose in its mess. Her mother always wished she’d take after her grandmother and paint lush green forests and pretty meadows, but Sarah’s brushes led her down a different path. Intricate strokes litter the paper, testing to see how close she can bring the painting to the being curled around her spine before it devolves into a jumbled mess. Lucifer is not an easy muse. Sarah hasn’t managed to paint a piece that does her justice yet.

This one is barely recognizable as anything, more abstract than Sarah’s committed to in a long time. A lot of her paintings of Lucifer start somewhere she understands, with Nick’s face or her own, fragmented to better show the angel that lives inside them, openings in the skin like bloodless wounds through which eyes and feathers and teeth peek through. Someone else might find them terrifying. Nick thinks her paintings of Lucifer are beautiful. Lucifer, of course, is flattered and amused. She watches Sarah paint, enthralled the same way Nick mentioned her being the day he built Teddy’s crib. She hasn’t asked for a turn at the brushes yet, but Sarah hopes she does one day, if only so they can see what she’s capable of creating.

Sarah stretches. There’s no satisfying pop to her spine as she uncurls from her art, but in exchange, there’s also no lingering soreness from staying in one position for too long. Lucifer’s grace pulses, buried somewhere deep, utterly content. Sarah shuts her eyes as though she could listen to her.

Instead, Sarah hears a cry from the other room. She lets her head tilt towards the clock on the wall. It’s been a while since she put Teddy down for a nap. Lucifer is on alert the moment the sound hits Sarah’s ears. She’s still not used to the simple fact that sometimes, babies cry, and it doesn’t mean the world is about to end. Impossible to fathom wings flex under Sarah’s skin. Sarah suppresses a chuckle into a small smile and sets her paintbrush down. It rolls to join its brethren of various sizes, the only commonality between them all the teethmarks at the tip where Sarah chewed when she got frustrated or distracted. Lucifer’s wings flap, a wave of power rolling through Sarah’s body that’s asking one question, whether they can fly to the nursery rather than take the minute long walk there. Sarah lets her consent echo back through Lucifer, bracing herself.

Flight is a cacophony. Flight is like learning what it is to be a photon and forgetting again as her body hits the ground, human toes curling against the fuzz of the nursery carpet. Lucifer recovers like they’ve taken a brisk walk up the stairs. Sarah needs a minute more, as though she’s been thrown under the waves at the beach and needs to figure out which direction is up in order to stand. In his crib, Teddy turns his head to look at them, brown eyes seeking his mother, and when he knows she’s there to hear him, he scrunches up his face and starts crying again.

It’s Lucifer that takes them the first few steps to the crib, but Sarah who reaches down and picks Teddy up.

“Hey, hey, fussy,” she says softly to him, “shh, we’re here now.” Teddy cries out one more time, like he’s making sure she’s not going to put him down and leave once he’s quiet. Sarah rocks him.

“We’re here,” comes another voice from her mouth, still hesitant but less than it has been in a few months. Lucifer raises Sarah’s hand to pet a line down Teddy’s forehead. There’s no more than the ambient hum of her grace beneath Sarah’s skin, but between being held by his mother and watched over by his guardian devil, (Sarah’s mouth curls at the thought, and she can’t tell if it’s her or Lucifer reacting.) he quiets. He keeps frowning, scrunched up eyes and a wrinkled forehead. “Hello, Theodore,” Lucifer says, and it’s at Sarah’s prodding that she finally says, “Teddy.”

He’s a baby, Sarah teases, no need to be so formal.

Names mean something, comes the quick counter.

And this one means you love him. Lucifer hums, finger still drifting in absent circles over Teddy’s face. Teddy latches onto it when it’s near his mouth, and Lucifer freezes. Sarah laughs, and with control of her body falling back to her, it comes out without a care in the world. Teddy makes a frustrated noise when she pulls her finger away.

“That’s better than you needing a diaper change,” Sarah tells him. Teddy babbles at her, sounds that are beginning to have more distinct shapes but mean nothing at all. She’s going to have to put him back down to undo her button-up, or would have to, only Lucifer proves for the hundredth time how much easier parenting is with divine power backing them up. Sarah shifts Teddy around in her arms, enduring the tiny beat of an impatient hand against her chest, until she has him comfortably settled to feed.

He seems so small in her arms. He’s growing fast and will continue to for years and years, a prospect both terrifying and exciting.

It’s a short enough walk to her and Nick’s bedroom from the nursery, and she’s careful not to jostle Teddy while he nurses. There, she can settle down comfortably against the pillows, the blankets tucking themselves up around her legs despite her not reaching for them. It doesn’t do much against the ever-present chill, but Sarah doesn’t want that to go away. Besides, they bundle Teddy up warmly enough.

She does wonder sometimes what it’ll be like as he gets older. If his first words will be ‘dada’ or ‘mama’ or something else entirely, a string of syllables that seem like gibberish to her and Nick but mimic the language that Lucifer sometimes speaks to him off-handedly, the one that makes Sarah’s ears feel like they might pop from pressure if she listens for too long, the one that Teddy reacts to with kicking feet and responsive babbling. If one day Sarah will get teachers telling her about Teddy’s imaginary angelic friend who raised him, both those impressed that he could come up with something so elaborate and those worried that the angel in question is Lucifer herself. Maybe the funniest thing Sarah can imagine is if Nick ever takes little Teddy to church and what kind of menace they might unleash with a child who loves the devil like a mother. That, if it ever happens, is a long ways off, and until then, Lucifer is still the secret held between the three of them.

“You think he’ll still like me,” Lucifer says, dipping her hand into the stream of Sarah’s thoughts, welcomed but nibbled at by the fish that think she really should have asked permission first. Maybe a little hypocritical when Sarah has already let her in, “when he grows up.”

There is, always, this expectation of rejection that lingers in Lucifer’s words. A surprise when she finds connection instead that breaks Sarah’s heart.

“You look after him. You sing to him. You feed him.” Sarah looks down at Teddy, who takes his fill and rests his tiny fist against her skin. This caretaking is a communal effort, after all. “Of course he’ll love you.”

#ask #and that’s all she wrote aldjfjlshflgl. sorry for the abrupt ending to that snippet.#lucifer/nick/sarah #spn #fanfiction

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