there were just gone

Back Roads

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Summary: The reader breaks things off with her boyfriend but she wasn’t expecting her walk home to end up with two bickering strangers popping out of the woods…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Written for @percywinchester27 ‘s Ana’s PJO quotes Challenge. My prompt/quote was “Lots of death, huh? Personally, I’m trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!”…


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RFA: MC Crying From Laughter

May I request a headcanon where RFA+Saeran+V are trying to make MC laugh because she didn’t look happy as usual, but when she did laugh she starts crying on the floor in tears because whatever they said was super funny?

Hi, it’s Pancake 😁 I’m sorry this took me so long, I’ve been;; really, really busy. I’m sorry if this one doesn’t turn out great… but I’m trying! Some of these got waaay longer than I wanted them to… oops. I hope you enjoy it anyways 👍🏻

Yoosung
⁃ If you’re ever unhappy, ya boy Yoosung knows
⁃ You guys had gone to an internet cafe and you were just kind of poking at your food
⁃ “MC?” Yoosung asked. “Are… uh, are you okay?”
⁃ You met his gaze and looked back down. “Yeah?”
⁃ Awkward silence.
⁃ “Are you sure? You seem, well, sort of upset?”
⁃ I mean you wanted to tell him, but you didn’t want to ruin your date
⁃ So you just said, “I’m fine,” and hoped he would accept it
⁃ He didn’t.
⁃ “No, you’re not,” he said firmly.
⁃ And listen y’all this kiddo has absolutely no idea what else to do so he just stands up and dumps his entire bowl of ramen on his head
⁃ It was…
⁃ Very unexpected, to say the least
⁃ All the shock and emotion just rolls out in one big wave and you’re laughing and crying and Yoosung is chasing you around the table screaming “hUG MEEEEE” but you’re wearing your new shirt and he’s covered in ramen and the whole cafe is staring at you like you’re crazy and that’s when you realize
⁃ You love being with him. You love acting like stupid college students and doing the simple things together. You love holding his hand and tousling his hair. You love it when he cups an uneasy hand over your face and kisses you. You love the way he says your name.
⁃ You love him.

Zen
⁃ Movie nights are usually much more fun when you’re not holding back tears
⁃ You and Zen were trying to unwind before his big performance tomorrow, and you didn’t want to stress him out
⁃ You made it half an hour before he caught you off guard and asked if you wanted popcorn
⁃ You didn’t have time to swallow back the lump in your throat and your voice broke as you answered
⁃ Then he asked if you were okay, and all of the emotion started spilling out
⁃ Oh honey
⁃ The poor angel was just so lost
⁃ I mean you were blubbering and ugly crying (even though you still look gorgeous with tears and snot streaming down your face) and Zen couldn’t understand a dang word you were saying
⁃ So he just kind of pulled you in and wrapped you up in his arms
⁃ You just stayed like that, leaning into him until the sobs simmered into hiccups
⁃ His hands traveled up and down your back and found your ribs and
⁃ You really didn’t expect to get jabbed
⁃ A burst of laughter escaped you before you knew what was going on
⁃ And suddenly he was tackling you and you were gasping for air between spurts of uncontrollable giggles
⁃ There was not a ticklish spot on your body that his fingers didn’t find
⁃ When you thought you couldn’t breathe anymore, Zen relented and you guys settled back on the couch, panting like crazy
⁃ Consider yourselves unwound

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Mystery Musician (Steve Harrington)

Steve Harrington x Reader

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Hey! Hope ur doing Good! Could you possibly do one where the reader is a musician and steve falls for her so he tries singing and it’s just a lot of fluff?


THIS IS SO CUTE. For a musician I used guitar and piano because I wanted to give duet-ability and those are things I have experience with so I can try and make it as accurate as possible. If this isn’t what you had in mind I’m super sorry. I did this one a little different than I would have just because both sides are important, so you see your POV and then Steve’s. So there’s a bit of POV jumping. I hope you like it.


You sat in the empty music room practicing after school that Thursday, agonizing over a new piece. Your band usually played “You Really Got Me” and wanted to do the whole lead in song “Eruption”. Sure, no problem you thought, until you tried to learn it. Each piece individually was hard, and all together it seemed impossible, but you still had to learn it. You had the metronome going as you zipped through the first 40 ish seconds of the 1 minute 40 song. You were so happy you could scream. You had made a ton of progress today.

Since the intense guitaring had really stressed you out you decided to unwind before you headed back home, by playing some piano. One of your favorite songs to play is “The Greatest Love of All” because Whitney Huston was one of the greatest vocalists of all time. As you played along you couldn’t help but sing a little. Of course, you thought that you couldn’t do it justice, but it was one of your favorites.

After finishing up the song, you stood, gathered up your sheet music and tabs, packed up your guitar, and walked out. On your way out you saw Steve Harrington staring at a wall of lockers, but he’s been super weird since last October so, you didn’t even take a second look.

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Sayumi Michishige / Seiko Oomori - true love true real love (とぅるらとぅるりら)

This is my favourite japanese song from the entire year, written by singer-songwriter Seiko Oomori to be performed by Sayumi Michishige. 

The reason I credit both is because it is very much a song written through the perspective of Seiko, who is a very big fan of Sayumi. There’s also a cover by the songwriter herself floating around the Internet

There’s nothing as boring as talking about dreams
But while you were gone
I decided that I just have to tell you everything
About this dream I saw


Inside the dream I was rehearsing my smile
The one I’d show you the next time we meet
“You’re looking great as always,” I said
And as I opened my eyes, there you were in front of me


I love you too much… I just can’t… Although I promised not to talk about it…Not giving it my all when the time comes would turn everything into a lie


Looking back, everything has been so magical
I can’t even tell what was the dream and what was reality
But that I’ve come this far is a fact
The tears in your eyes made me realize that


True love; True real love
Even if I try to hide it there’s nothing but love… love… love
All this weirdness I’ve shown you is an expression of my love



Despite not knowing when I’d see you again
Never once did I stop loving you as I awaited your return
I feel like I can create another million legends
As long as I have you

i went out with friends and got drunk and left the pub i was in with a guy and sucked his dick but he was toooo drunk to finish lmao

he tried to fuck me in the grass outside but we were both too gone hahahahaha

i’m still drunk help

i just want someone to fuck me holy shit

also i lost my id and mydebit card fuckkkk help

i go to phillip island in like five days? can you get a new id that quickly?? shit

i don’t even know what i wrote here bLESS autocorrect

thank fuck i got someone to cover me at work tmr byeeeee

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What’s been going on in this house isn’t just some affair. No. No, it isn’t.

anonymous asked:

Can I just say how afraid I am of s3? Because we know that shiro are going to be separated so it's going to be the rest of the team bonding and that means Keith and Lance and that means kl@nce stans and antis will explode. the fallout will be huge and s4 will be a long time away to mitigate the damage.

Well, I try to keep things nice and calm here for everyone. I realize navigating certain parts of the fandom can be difficult, and for that I’m sorry. As for Shiro and Keith’s relationship though, I really don’t think you need to worry. 

I honestly don’t believe that anyone can ever take Shiro’s place, you know? Especially in Keith’s mind. I understand the general theme in fandom is for people to replace Shiro with their fav and have them comfort/grow closer to Keith in Shiro’s absence but like?? there’s no evidence of that really. And even though Keith will be opening up more and bonding with the rest of his team (which is honestly a good thing), it doesn’t mean anyone is gonna suddenly replace Shiro. 

Because it was Shiro that Keith was so affected by when he saw him after a year, his fond memories of Shiro and all the painful ones after Kerberos that made him look at Shiro with such tenderness and say his name so softly. It was Shiro who he welcomed back and into his home, and Shiro who in turn looked at Keith and said “It’s good to be back.”

It was Shiro who Keith was always willing to risk everything to protect

It was Shiro who always grounded Keith and gave him advice. As Joaquim says, “[Keith] latches onto Shiro at times because Shiro’s sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check”–the kind of anchor you can’t just replace

It was Shiro who literally changed Keith’s life 

It was Shiro who looked at Keith and saw a leader, saw someone he could entrust with the safety of his team. And Keith in turn reassured Shiro that he still had a place with that team, that it was too soon to be giving up just yet. Keith and Shiro put up a brave face in front of everyone else. But when it’s just them, they allow themselves to be more vulnerable 

It was Shiro that noticed Keith was struggling during season 2 when he came to terms with being galra; it was Shiro who noticed Keith was really hurting and tried to help him (and similarly, you see a lot of Keith checking in with Shiro as well: see Sendak and Ulaz) 

It was Shiro who was the person Keith desperately wants to see, the physical embodiment of his greatest hopes and dreams. Whether platonic or romantic, you can’t tell me that’s not love–because Keith clearly loves Shiro, sees him as his closest person

It was Shiro who was the only paladin there for Keith’s initial galra reveal–he stood there and stared in awe when Keith’s blade transformed, shared that moment with him

And it was Shiro and only Shiro who showed his immediate support and solidarity, accepting Keith and reassuring him wholeheartedly when no one else on the team will even say goodbye  

And despite the fake Shiro saying “We’re your family”–we as in, all the paladins–that’s still not enough to convince Keith to give in during the trial. His duty as a paladin isn’t enough. It’s only the thought of Shiro leaving him–and that, without Shiro, he would be all alone–that drives him to give up everything. His identity, his past, any chance at a future with his family–all sacrificed so he can stay with Shiro. When talking about this scene, Josh said that “[Keith’s] constantly scared he’s going to say or do something wrong and he’s going to lose Shiro.” It’s one of his greatest fears 

The writers don’t put so much care into establishing characters’ relationships just to suddenly toss them to the wayside. And I think that, especially with Keith piloting Black and the existence of the astral plane, it’s very likely we’ll see Shiro and Keith communicating through Black. Sharing memories and a stream of consciousness across time and space, just like how Black was able to project memories of Zarkon for Shiro and the two could both meet in the astral plane. Just because Shiro disappeared doesn’t mean he’s necessarily out of play, which is something I’ve talked about a lot here

I also definitely think we’ll see a lot of Shiro and Keith’s backstory established through flashbacks prekerberos, because it only makes sense to parallel his disappearance then with Keith’s reaction now. And I mean, Shiro’s absence is going to very much be felt–especially by Keith. Just because he’s not there, it doesn’t mean Keith won’t miss him and still feel for him. And Keith planning to find and rescue Shiro will probably be a significant part of the plot. I believe the saying is Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Yes, Keith and Lance are probably gonna bond more and get more character development for their dynamic. But their dynamic will never be Shiro and Keith’s dynamic, you know? They’re two completely different things, and you can’t just interchange one with the other. And that’s how it should be, because every character and all their varying interrelationships are inherently unique. 

There’s nothing wrong with other characters getting more development, or with that development being spaced out differently across each season. But I think it’s important to remember that only Shiro can ever be Shiro, and the relationship he has with Keith isn’t just going to be severed just to cater to different fans’ tastes. All that character development we’ve built up already isn’t just going to vanish with Shiro and be thrown away. 

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whatever you do, don’t think about the possibility that lup, in the umbrastaff, went into the white space with taako in the eleventh hour and saw everything he saw.

don’t think about her watching as the chalice rewinds through his past and seeing nothing but static where she should be. all those memories of growing up together, life on the road, hopping from caravan to caravan, watching each other’s backs, teaching each other spells - all those memories that she treasures, memories that sustained her over ten lonely years in wave echo cave, memories that kept her sane and grounded and herself because they were so important to her…. all of them, just gone. staticked over like it’s nothing.

and she knows by know that taako’s forgotten her. she knows lucretia must have pulled some bullshit with fisher and the mission logs and that’s why no one remembers, she knows all that and understands it’s not their fault, not his fault for forgetting her - but that doesn’t stop it from hurting. it doesn’t take the sting out of seeing the most important person in her life unable to even acknowledge her existence. 

and then she gets to watch the years he spent alone - actually, properly alone for the first time in his life, and how terribly he took it, to the point where he latched on to the first person who would have him despite the fact that their working relationship was unhealthy and unbalanced right from the start. she watches his pride and vanity get the better of him without her there to help keep it in check, she watches sazed’s hero worship turn to jealousy turn to resentment turn to murderous intent and she’s fucking terrified at how close he came to actually taking out his intended target. taako could have died in glamour springs with the others - died for good, with no lich powers or starblaster to bring him back - and she never would have known. out of everything she sees in the white space, that scares her the most of all. 

and then after all that, just to put the cherry on top of this sundae of misery, the chalice decides to give thb one parting “fuck you” and shows them phandalin burning in glorious hi-def slow mo cuz it’s a vindictive little shit of a relic. meaning that, not only does lup - the same gal who values the fuck out of sentient life to the point where she was willing to fight her crewmates in order to protect a bunch of robots - get to watch the relic she created burn up thousands and thousands of innocent civilians…. oh no, that’s not enough. she also gets to see her creation kill one barold j bluejeans, the love of her fucking life. so that’s fun too. 

(which is not even to mention thb encountering barry outside of refuge and his helpless little “they don’t trust me, lup” and she’s RIGHT FUCKING THERE but can’t do anything to make him feel better and just guhhh. cut our poor girl some fucking slack, griffin, she’s had a shitty enough day as it is)

i just, i dunno man. the more i think about the end of that arc in the context of what we know now, the more upsetting it is. lup deserves a fucking break after all she went through in eleventh hour. and her body back. and $15. with 110 years worth of interest for her troubles.

anonymous asked:

Okay but just think of the dozens of Sterek fics that will come from that small scene of Stiles saying blindness is his biggest fear and Derek questioning him. I can just imagine one with Derek hearing Stiles heartbeat stutter and later confronting him about it and Stiles being all like 'of course it's not my biggest fear, don't you know me at all? My biggest fear is losing you again, watching you bleed out and not being able to do anything about it, not being able to save you.'

Derek’s eyes linger after Stiles looks away, his body shifting restless, fingers clenching and loosing in a twitch across the exam table. The lie hangs bright and obvious in the air –– less in the absent hitch of heartbeat or the burn of nerves that don’t taste quite like embarrassment or like fear. Derek could explain those things away in context if he tried, but he can’t explain the way the words fail to line up with everything he knows he knows about Stiles.

“Becoming blind?”

“Yeah… terrified of it. Always have been.

He wonders if it’s as obvious to Scott as it is to him, but the rest of the group’s already moved on, not missing a beat, focus shifted back to the problem at hand while Stiles re-centers. His pulse sharpens again and his eyes lift back to Derek, flicking up and away before moving back to Scott again, sliding seamless back into the conversation.

Derek shakes off the strangeness, and follows him.

.-

“Why did you lie in there?”

Stiles’ step falters on the question, and the resigned set of his shoulders tell Derek he’d been expecting this and hoping every bit as much to avoid it. Derek almost wants to take it back, tell Stiles is doesn’t matter, let whatever horror lives in the darkest place of Stiles’ heart lie there undisturbed… but this is too important.

He crosses his arms, keeping his tone and stance indifferent like that might make this conversation any easier.

“We need to know what’s coming, Stiles. When these things manifest, it’s not just going to be your fear anymore. It could threaten everyone.”

He’s not expecting the laugh that punches out of Stiles, harsh and thin and edged bitter enough to make Derek’s unaffected stance falter.

“Don’t you think I know that?”

Dark masks and fireflies float through Derek’s mind. A too-pale stranger with Stiles’ face and cold, ancient eyes. A huge lizard with paralyzing claws, and too-wet breaths as water threatened to pull them downward. A misshapen wolf with crimson eyes and spittle-laced breath, and an image of ghostly horsemen Derek had never seen, only heard of in Peter’s stories.

Derek could stab guesses at Stiles’ worst fears, could conjure up possibilities in Stiles’ quaking hands and nervous eyes as they darted out to the empty parking lot, looking for an escape before moving reluctant back to Derek. But he couldn’t know, and he needed to know, especially if it was something that could hurt the group.

…Especially if there was a way he could help Stiles prepare for it.

When it comes, he’s the one who’s unprepared.

“I can’t lose you again,” punches out rough and shaken, stunning Derek into stillness. Salt stings the air as tears well, and Stiles looks away on a wet breath, hand raking into his hair and tugging. “You were… dying and I walked away. I had to, there was nothing I could–– And then you were just gone afterward and I knew you were fine, I knew it was better that way but… fuck, Derek. It felt like you’d died some days.”

The tear tracks down and Derek feels his head shaking, arms falling from their faux-casual cross. The words are ringing through his mind, rattling around in a way that makes no sense and makes too much sense, echoes something too raw and honest inside him and he steps forward, “Stiles…” falling out soft, but Stiles is rocking a step back, shaking his head and swiping rough at the tear. Derek lets him retreat.

“My mom died in front of me.” This confession falls out soft, and Stiles’ shoulders shrink in against the sting of them. He looks small again, sixteen or years younger, and it takes an effort not to move in and shelter him from the sting of his own words. “And I just… I couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t save her. Do you know how that––” He cuts off, because he knows Derek knows. Derek understands that feeling better than anyone. It’s a bond Derek’s always wished they didn’t share.

Stiles shakes his head, blinking quick.

“Fuck, I can’t go through that again, ok? If these things are bringing our worst fears to life then I’m better off away from it, for everyone’s sake. What if it kills you because of me, because–– I can’t watch someone else I love die.”

The words hang. Stiles has gone strangely still suddenly. In the clinic, some young pup sets up howling.

“…You love?” Because Stiles had been talking about his mother, but he’d also been talking about Derek. About losing loved ones, and that…

Stiles’ breath hisses out, body tensing up defensive and challenging. His hands ball up, shoulders setting broad again, and it feels like every argument they’ve ever had when Stiles meets his eyes, daring him to doubt the revelations he’d just laid out.

Derek had learned a long time ago not to doubt Stiles.

“Don’t be an idiot,” he says, like it’s obvious. Like it’s some undeniable fact that Stiles loves him, fears losing him, that in all the nightmares of Stiles’ life, losing Derek could rest in anywhere near the same category as possession or dementia, or his mother’s death. But Stiles has always been afraid of losing people he loved, of not being able to save them… and Derek is one of those people. 

Derek is the person Stiles couldn’t look at while thinking about loss.

He moves forward a step, and Stiles doesn’t retreat this time, amber eyes locked with an expression that’s caught somewhere between challenge and pleading.

It’s one of the most terrifying moments of Derek’s life as he lifts his hand to Stiles’ cheek, and the most natural thing in the world once it’s resting there.

“I’ve died before,” he reminds Stiles, softly. “That’s not about to beat me. I’ll always come back… for you.”

“For me?” Stiles sounds breathless, doubt and hope warring as Derek’s thumb brushes over his tear-streaked cheek.

Derek tilts his head, warmth touching his eyes.

“Don’t be an idiot.”

When Stiles grins and presses their lips together, Derek forgets what it’s like to be afraid.

I know that the “Lotor was the guy from the weblum” theory is pretty much dead but imagine if it was true the situation would literally go like:

Lotor: *escapes the weblum*

Haggar: Prince! you’re back!! Where have you been??

Lotor: So I was eaten by this weblum right, and I couldn’t escape so I just chilled there for years but Hey! I’m back

One of the reasons Supergirl struggled all season is because they failed to juggle far more plot lines than they could handle. And this all came to a head in the finale, because despite all of these plot lines basically none of them paid off.

Jeremiah Danvers and Cadmus? No payoff there. We haven’t seen him since he fought with Hank Henshaw and the only time anyone seems to remember him is in the face of Lillian Luthor.

Speaking of Lillian Luthor? What about the whole Cadmus story line? Not resolved; she still runs Cadmus and it’ll likely still be a problem. But what about her and Lena? Okay, so they worked together to make the lead thing. But we don’t see them at all beyond this. Lena still doesn’t like her (rightfully so) and Lillian really didn’t cause any problems so nothing really came out of them in this finale.

But what about Lena? Like I said, there really was no payoff with her mother. No payoff with Rhea because they didn’t interact all episode. And her friendship with Kara/Supergirl didn’t really have a payoff either. They barely interact in the episode. You can’t even say that it paid off because she made Supergirl that remote. Because A) That could’ve just as easily been Winn’s doing and B) That seemed to more so come from a place of distrusting her mother.

So what about Winn? He helps, but does he really have his own plot? No. His biggest plot all season was Lyra and even though she got a mention this episode, she has been MIA for several.

Well, what about James? If you think James has had any sort of payoff all season, I could laugh at you. He was almost entirely absent from the finale. He’s barely been present for a plot all season to even have a payoff. The whole Guardian plot? I honestly don’t understand at this point. At the beginning, this was a big thing he really wanted to do. But these last few episodes it seems like they’re almost trying to undo this whole plot.

What about J’onn? Honestly, his story arc this season with M’gann might actually be the only one with a payoff. He’s happy to see her again, and he is not at all put off by the white martians she brings to help.

Cat Grant? Honestly, her return was one of the biggest things carrying these last two episodes. Her return was great and helpful to the plot, but because she has been gone it’s not like we’ve been following an arc of hers all season, waiting to see a payoff with her.

Alex? Alex had almost no impact in the finale. Honestly, had she not been in it nothing would’ve changed. And what about her big arcs this season? Her dad and Cadmus? All we got out of that was her distrust of Lillian Luthor which really didn’t affect anything. And Sanvers? They should have left it at “I hope so”. Sure that would’ve been a little disappointing for shippers but Alex’s proposal takes away from her whole arc this season with Maggie. Alex was really learning to grow into herself through this relationship and now it just feels disjointed with a rushed proposal that really doesn’t even make sense. They just said “I love you” like two episodes ago where not much time has passed.

But the lack of payoff that pisses me off the most has to do with Mon-El and Kara. And this really has nothing to do with shipping.

Do you like Mon-El? Then you should probably be pissed that they gave you so much of him all season only to take him away. Don’t like Mon-El? Even if you’re happy he’s gone, you should still be pissed that they spent so much time on him this season for him to wind up completely gone anyway.

So with him now gone, that begs the question of whether or not the entire Daxam plot had any payoff and the answer is no. With them being off of Earth for good, they won’t directly affect the show going forward.

As for indirectly? Mon-El is arguably the only Daxamite that had any impact on every other character, but I don’t think anyone expects Alex or James or Winn to be affected by him being gone.

The only person he was ever intended to impact was Kara. And for what? The purpose of breaking her? People may argue that he developed through Kara all season. But Kara didn’t develop through him all season and guess what? She’s the goddamn protagonist and he’s gone now anyway. So her lack of development all season really shines now.

The scene where Mon-El leaves is all about how “no matter where he ends up he’ll be better because of her”.

And I think that sums up the season pretty well. It’s all about him, not Kara. You can argue that he didn’t grow at all anyway, and really almost none of the characters have. And even if all of that were true, he’s gone anyway so it doesn’t matter. Just like how pretty much every plot of this season doesn’t matter because none of them paid off in anyway.

“Everything would be alright” - Steve Harrington

Request: “Can I please have a Steve(stranger things) x reader where she was like eleven and got tested on and maybe can read peoples minds? Thanks”

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Steve hadn’t been the same since the destruction of the Demogorgon. It took him a good few months before he even could comprehend what happened. But that wasn’t even the worst part. The disappearance of Eleven and Y/N hit him the hardest. Well, more specifically the disappearance of Y/N. 

Every time he closed his eyes he saw you. He remembered seeing you for the first time when he was still going after Nancy. You were stunning and from that moment he was absolutely hooked. It wasn’t until he arrived atJonathan’s house that he learned who you really were. 

It was like there was a connection between the two of you, that neither understood but also didn’t question. He felt a pull towards you and when you sacrificed yourself to save the rest of them, his heart broke. He didn’t even know it was possible to form feelings for someone you almost didn’t know but he was living proof. The last words you spoke or rather used telepathy to convey, he swore he could still hear like you were right next to him. “Goodbye, Steve.” Your eyes spoke of the same heartbreak. He hadn’t even realised that he was screaming at the time or that tears were steadily flowing. His only thoughts were of you and that you were gone. 

He was just as lost as Mike and while Nancy tried to help she only got in the way. He longed to hear your voice again and often spent hours in bed just trying to communicate with you. After finding out Mike used a walkie-talkie to talk to El, he even bought one; it was an unsuccessful attempt.

When Dustin told him that a Demogorgon was back, it was both a welcome distraction and painful reminder of you. He did realise that the reality of you still being out there was slim but he also couldn’t help but hope. He did everything in his power to keep the kids safe, not wanting to go through another loss. 

They were currently all trying to figure out what to do after the escaping the lab filled with the Demo-dogs. Talking with Will had helped them but the phone ringing destroyed that idea. Now they were all standing around, most of them holding some sort of weapon waiting for the inevitable Demo-dogs to rush in. 

Loud noises came from the outside but there was still no sign of the Demo-dogs. “What are they doing?” Nancy asked. More noises could be heard including what sounded like a painful scream. Then it went silent before the Demo-dog came crashing in through the window. They all screamed and moved back before looking at the dead Demo-dog. Hopper pushed to it with his foot before a sound from the door broke their concentration. 

The locks turned and the door opened slowly before revealing two people. Time stood still as the people inside realised who was standing in front of them. Mike stepped forward in shock and they all watched as he and Eleven shared their sweet reunion. Steve, however, didn’t even see the two of them; all he had eyes for was you. 

He walked towards you slowly as if he was afraid you would disappear. “Y/N,” he whispered eyes welling up. You bit your lips hesitant about he would react to you being back. It was only when he smiled you felt relieved enough to smile yourself. “Steve.” The pull between you grew stronger and suddenly the two of you were hugging tightly. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said, “I tried to contact you for-”

“353 days. I know” you interrupted. He looked pale at the revelation, “Then why didn’t you answer?”

“For your safety, Steve.” you answered sadly, “I did it for you,” you looked down at your feet embarrassed. He swallowed hard at your words. “I’m glad you’re back,” he said, fingers moving your chin back up so he could look in your eyes. His hand moved up to caress your cheek as you spoke: “I’m glad, too.” 

Everything looked brighter and he felt hope, a feeling that he hadn’t felt in a long time. You both moved closer until your lips were less than a centimetre away from each other. You both stopped searching for confirmation in each other’s eyes, and when he heard you in his mind saying, “Kiss me.” he closed the distance. Your lips met in desperation and longing showing every emotion the two of you felt the last year before slowing down and becoming soft and full of love. You were both gasping for air as you pulled away. He rested his forehead against yours as you regained your breath. You were both starting to feel hopeful for the future. If you had each other, everything would be alright. 

Bruises On Another (part seven)

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Oh! And just to be clear, this derives from canon plot. While Nancy still broke up with Steve and the whole Halloween party still happened, the events with the demodog and everything doesn’t- mainly because it wouldn’t fit with how i’d like to take my story. So I hope you all don’t mind.

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!


Steve stared at the disappearing figure of your father’s car, sighing heavily in thought. He hesitated in chasing after you, debating whether that really was the right decision. It almost seemed as if you didn’t want him to help you, but then Steve remembered the fear in your eyes when you’d screamed out in terror. He had you in his arms, you were safe and then suddenly you were just gone. 

Steve had you- and in that one short moment he’d actually seen you smile. And then it just vanished.

You were afraid, Steve knew, and that’s why you pushed him away. The unknown- you didn’t know what would happen to you or him if Steve fought your father or had said something, so you’d pushed him away just like he’d seen you push everyone else away these past few days. Steve may have only known you for a short amount of time but that afternoon he felt as if he learned so much about you. The vulnerability in your eyes had broke his heart, your severe lack of confidence had rendered him speechless.

Steve didn’t know if the abuse had been happening your whole life or more recently, but none of it mattered. What your father has done to you has turned you into nothing, something to be used and abused. And Steve knew that you were more than that- everyone was more than that. You needed help, needed someone to guide you into the light and show you what love and care looked like.

And Steve wasn’t willing to let you suffer. Damn what would happen to him- damn if you hated him forever. Your father had seemed angry, angrier than Steve’d ever seen anyone else, and he wasn’t willing to let that pathetic excuse for a man lay one more hand on you.

Making his decision, he begun running towards his car. Steve wasted no time in opening his door, practically falling into the drivers seat and turning on the engine. He sped out of his parking spot, rushing to reach your house. You’d gotten a head start but he was determined to reach you before anything bad happen. 

It wasn’t a long drive but to Steve it felt like forever, until finally he turned down the street of your house. You’d probably been home for a good ten to twenty minutes already and Steve felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest in fear of what your father had already managed to do to you. Once parked on the side of the road, Steve practically swung open his door and stepped out. He took quick steps and practically ran up the stairs to your porch, reaching your front door in seconds.

Steve could hear, even from his car, yelling from your father and soft cries that he could only assume came from you. He felt anger spike at his heart and his chest tighten in disgust at the man who pretended to be your father. Luckily for Steve, your father had left open the door and practically slamming it open, Steve stepped into the house.

It didn’t take him long to find you, and as he did your father swung his fist down directly smacking you in the face. You cried out in pain and Steve felt is eyes widen in surprise, before a sudden shock of pain ran through him. He gripped the same place your father had hit you, only on his own face in pain and let out a groan. Steve wondered why that one time it’d hurt, when none of the bruises that your father had inflicted on you had never hurt him.

But none of that mattered because the moment Steve recovered, he found both yours and your father’s eyes on him. He met yours, hating the pain behind them as you cried desperately. Though it almost seemed as if you were relieved at the sight of Steve, and Steve felt his soft eyes spike in anger as they met your fathers.


“Father!”

You groaned out in pain as your father practically kicked you into the house, falling to the ground with a loud thud. You spun around quickly, knowing your father was just behind you and watched with desperate eyes as he closed the door. The lights weren’t on in the house and you watched with despair as the door was shut and whatever light you had disappeared before your very own eyes. The dark had always scared you, but your fear of it had only grown when the abuse had started. “Father, please-” 

“You whore!” Your father belted out, leaning over your body. You cried out in fear, crawling back as fast as you could. “Get up!” Knowing better than to delay, you rushed up so you were on your feet and held your head high as your father gripped you with a bruising force. “What were you doing with that boy?” Your father asked and you shook your head, about to explain. But before you could answer, he spoke; “I thought I told you to stay away from him.”

“I tried-”

He tightened his grip and you let out a groan as your jaw ached in pain. “Forty minutes late- forty minutes spent with that boy. Steve was it? Do you take me for a fool?”

“No,” you sobbed, shaking your head as best at you could. “No, please, father I didn’t mean to-”

“I don’t care!” Your father interrupted, roughly shoving your head away. You struggled to stay balanced, feeling your knees grow weak beneath you and your whole body shake. You felt like you might pass out, your ears ringing from the volume your father was speaking at. You should’ve stayed with Steve- you should’ve…

What did you do to deserve this?

“Dad please!” You haven’t called your father ‘dad’ in so long, the last time you had he’d beat you for not showing him enough respect. But you were so desperate to have your dad back, to have the father you once had- you’d try anything. “I’m sorry.” You cried out, feeling every bit of defiance leave you and all hope disappear. You just wanted your dad back.

“I’m not your dad.” Your father spat, his voice this time much more quiet. Your eyes widened upon his words and meeting his eyes, you tried to see through the blur of your tears. What did he mean?

Your father took a step forward and you flinched when his hand reached out towards you. “And you’re certainly not my daughter.” His hand moved towards your neck, grabbing ahold of the necklace you so dearly cared for. It felt like your heart stopped as he gripped it and time slowed down as you cried out, begging him not to touch it. “And you certainly aren’t hers.” Then before you knew it, the necklace was ripped from your neck, falling to the ground pathetically.

Time slowed as you watched it hit the ground. Falling to your knees, you grabbed the ruined necklace with shaky hands, not quite believing what had just happened. 

“You killed her.”

You missed the door open and Steve step through as your father roughly grabbed the necklace and chucked it across the room. Then before you knew it there was a sharp pain radiating through your cheek and you were falling back, crying out in pain. It wasn’t until you heard a manlier cry, one that wasn’t your fathers, did you noticed Steve. And glancing up at him, you met his eyes with tears in your own.

He’d come…

Steve had come to help you-

Then his eyes left yours.


“You son of a bitch!” Steve bellowed out and took a step before you.

“You’re the boy who’s been-” Your father never got to finish his sentence before Steve punched him across the face so hard he stumbled back in surprise. It just so happened that as he stumbled back, he tripped over his own two feet in dizziness and fell to the ground. You watched with wide eyes, the tears seizing as he fell and his eyes closed in shock.

Then there was a hand gripping your arm, pulling you up. “Come on.” Steve’s soft voice filled your ears. “Come on, Y/N. I’ve got you- i’m not gonna let him hurt you anymore.” He pulled you up to your feet and begun leading you out the door. You didn’t fight him, your eyes staying glued to your fathers before you were suddenly outside and entering Steve’s car.

He set you in the passenger’s seat gently, buckling you up himself before making his way around to his own seat. The moment Steve sat in his car, he turned to you as your eyes stayed glued before you. Steve watched you, waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever did, and eventually you turned to meet his eyes.

“Y/N-”

“He was going to kill me.” You whispered, meeting Steve’s eye and Steve shook his head. What you said was true, he just didn’t know how to respond. “My father- my dad wanted to kill me.”

“It’ll be okay.” Steve reassured and you shook your head.

“How?”

“I’m taking you to the police.” Steve answered. “I’m taking you to the chief.”


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