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caxsthetic · 4 years

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Away From Home

Oikawa Tooru x F!Reader

No matter how far you were from home, your heart will always be calling out to the said place.

Pt. 1 < Part 2 > Pt. 3

“Hey, can you finish the report for the TV commercial this afternoon?”

“I need it on my desk as fast as you can, but no pressure, okay?”

“How is the advertisement going for that section? Anyone gone to the studio?”

Today was just like any other day; your office was bustling with people who needed to give you reports and information. There was no time for you to think about anything outside of your business, that’s actually your goal from the start. You need to do something, talk to someone, or maybe just look outside of the window, observing people that were passing by.

But you couldn’t just do nothing, not even for a second.

Because if your mind were empty for a split second, he would haunt you, and those memories would rip your heart apart, piece by piece. Oikawa Tooru used to be your home, but he decided to left you in the cold. Without warning, without a sign, without preparation.

“Miss?” You jolted, once again letting your mind fall to the deepest hell called anguish, “I am sorry, should I leave for now?” Your assistance looked worried, it’s not the first time you suddenly become quiet all of a sudden.

“No, you can stay.” It only needed a second to make you come back to the real world, “So, any report that you want to share with me?” There it is, a megawatt smile that no one could resist. A smile that your business partner was always happy to see.

But what they couldn’t see was how that smile was just an empty shell. There’s no reason for that smile. It’s just a facade to tell the world that you were happy and striving. Nothing could break you, not even one man that you were supposed to love. For everyone, seeing you with that smile meant that you were alright. And if that means you wouldn’t get bombarded with questions, you were okay wearing the same mask everyday.

You will always go to the office around 7 am, and you were not going back to your apartment until midnight. Being alone in your apartment was not an ideal place for you. Since the second you lay in your bed, the only thing that will creep into your mind was his presence. Something that you have lost for five years now.

When he left you in your bed alone that particular day, you were lost for weeks. You didn’t know what to do except bawling your eyes out and sobbing for him to come back. But when two whole months passed without a hint of trace about him, you knew he left you for good.

You lost the home that you built together for something that you didn’t even know the reason was. The only way for you to get out from there was to jump into conclusion. You needed to coat yourself with a hurtful lie, and when he started to engulfed your heart once again, you knew what you needed to tell yourself to.

Oikawa Tooru left you because he didn’t love you anymore.

That’s the mantra when your mind was falling back to him, that somehow telling yourself over and over, seems like it was the real reason. You still save a box that was full of his stuff. There was his cologne, his jersey, and some things that you got from him. There were numerous times when you almost burned it. But something always stopped you from doing so, and you will always end up sobbing, realising that no matter how many times you try to forget him, he still owned your heart just like from years ago.

“Going home, boss?” Your mind was in the cloud when you heard someone’s voice, “I wonder why you are always the one who comes first and goes home the latest.” Turns out; it was one of the security guards. You only let out a little smile at his remark,

“Well, there’s no one waiting for me in my apartment.” You hugged your jacket tighter, feeling the night breeze a little bit suffocating, “I have no home, just a place to stay and sleep.” He was taken aback by your behaviour. You are known as someone who never let anything bring you down no matter how hard life is. But here you were, looking so vulnerable in front of the security guard nevertheless.

“S-sorry, boss. I didn’t mean to intrude your privacy,”

“Ah, no. It’s alright.” You walked up to him and patted him on the back, “Don’t forget to rest well when your shift ended, okay? I’ll be going now, good night.” He smiled at you before going back inside.

People at your office always wondered why you, their CEO, never drove a car and chose to use the train instead. It’s not that you hate it, but it will always remind you about someone who will never sit on the passenger’s seat or drive you to anywhere you want with music playing in the background.

It’s like you tried to avoid any chances that could make you remember him. But again, who are you kidding here? It’s not like all of your feelings could be evaporated to the thin air no matter if you really want to. Every step that you took, he will be there, lurking at the shadow to remind you that he’s always concealed in your heart.

You never bothered to say that you were home, knowing that no one will be there to greet you. There’s only darkness and silence when you open up the door to your apartment. You slipped your bag to the couch, preparing a hot water to brew a cup of dark chocolate.

“Bweh! How come you could drink something like this, (Y/n)-chan~?!” Your boyfriend always commented the same every time he sipped your chocolate, “It’s so bitter!”

“It’s dark chocolate, Tooru. Of course it is bitter!” You chuckled as he gulped down a glass of milk to erase the bitter taste from his tongue, “You know I always drink this, why bother taste the same thing again?”

Oikawa was silent for a second, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. He walked to your figure and plopped down beside you on the couch. His index finger turned your chin to looked at him,

“I want to get used to everything that you love,” You blushed at how close his face was, “Because someday, we will wake up in the morning together, and I wouldn’t complain if you mistaken the chocolate for me.”

“What a liar,” You blurted it out to the empty space, letting out a deep sigh as you poured the hot water to your cup. It was almost 1 am, you wonder, is he asleep right now? Was there someone who calmed him down when he had a nightmare? Who lay by his side to warm his body as you sitting here alone?

Something happened, that’s what you know when Oikawa didn’t give you a kiss on the forehead anymore. Every time you two were together, it’s like his mind was far away from you. His figure will always be there by your side, but his mind wasn’t. And it scared you, creating a twisted possibility in your head.

He never told you that he would have extra practice at school anymore. It’s only a month before graduation, but it felt like forever to you. He didn’t say that he loves you, not for as long as you remember. His hugs became cold and his kiss was just a kiss. You could only feel his lips on yours, but you couldn’t find the warm that was usually there.

“Tooru, did something happen?” You were sitting on his passenger’s seat, right in front of your house. The ride was silent after having lunch together with the third-year who had now graduated. You love being there, seeing him smile and laugh with his teammates that he loves so much. But somehow every time he caught your eyes, he always averted his gaze like you were no one.

“Nothing,” You have asked him numerous times already, and his answer will always be the same, “You don’t have to worry about anything.” And now, it feels like your patience was in the thin line.

“Are you falling out of love from me?” Your question caught him off guard. He didn’t show how his heart broke to think that he made you feel unloved, “Please, I want you to say something, Tooru.” He gulped as his grip on the steering wheel became tighter, making his knuckles white at the process.

“I still love you,” But even though the words sounded beautiful, the fact that there’s no emotion in his voice said otherwise, “Can you get down now? I need to pick up Takeru.” Lies. You gritted your teeth at his remark as you removed the seat belt from your body. He knew that you were angry, frustrated by his behaviour for these past few weeks.

“You know what?” You were already getting down from the car as you called out to him. He turned to face you, hoping to see your eyes blazing with fire. But he could only found a pair of glossy eyes instead, “If you still love me, fucking act like you do!” That’s the only words you said before you slammed the door’s car.

You stomped away from the car, tears blurring your vision as you tried to unlock the front door. You take it slow, hoping that maybe he will run to you, explaining why he’s become so distant. But when you heard the car engine’s start, you slid down to your door frame, knowing well that he didn’t even bother to calm you down.

You opened up your eyes slowly, hearing the alarm from your phone. The sun already started to rise and hit your face, making you groan as you realised where you were right now. Your hands frantically searched for your phone, wanting to end the annoying sound.

Rather than finding where your phone was, your hand decided to bump the hot chocolate that you made last night, resulting for the chocolate to spilled and soaked your rug,

“What is- Argh!” You sat up straight, bodies aching all over the place due to how you fell asleep on the couch. Today feels like a nightmare already, and you hate every second that you waste for not doing anything.

So you stood up, turned off the alarm and immediately grabbed a white cloth to absorb the spilled chocolate. You pour the vinegar and water solution and let it absorb for a while. It was 5.30 right now, and you only have an hour before going to work.

You walked to your bedroom and bit your lips when you saw how cold it was in the room. Five years had passed but somehow, he still lingered in your head without a way for you to get rid of it.

Showers usually helped you to think, or just made you calmed down and prepared yourself for the day. But at the same time it makes your mind run wild without a break. You gaze at your hand, fingers calloused due to a lot of works that you needed to do for the last years.

Your hands used to feel so soft, and you will always take care of your skin. He loves feeling how your fingers would stroke his soft brown hair even at the most random time. He would hold your hands and say things like, “Your fingers were so soft~ It feels good compared to mind.” Now it made you pout as you thought about that.

You loved him with all of your might, and you were sure that he felt the same. So it was all a mystery to you when he disappeared in the morning and never once coming back. And since then, you felt like you were always away from home.

It’s been days since the last time you talked to your boyfriend after the little fight that you two had. He never called you, and your messages somehow always went unread. No matter how much heartache you felt, you couldn’t just forget about him and go on with your life.

You were just done taking a shower, it was around 7 pm and today you were packing for your college days. It was tiresome, and the fact that you don’t have him to cheer you up made the day harder than it was supposed to feel. When you opened up your bathroom door, your eyes immediately fell to a figure that was now sat on the edge of your bed.

At the sight of him, you were enraged. He didn’t answer any of your messages but here he was, sitting on your bed like he owned the place. But when your eyes scanned his whole figure, all of your anger seems to dissipate into the thin air, replaced with worries.

The figure dropped his face to his palm. His hair that was usually well styled, was now unruly and messy. The shirt that he wore was crumpled, it looks like he didn’t care for himself for the last few days. It broke you, seeing the man that you love so much looking so vulnerable.

“T-Tooru?” He jerked his head when he heard your voice. You widened your eyes when you saw the tears that were streaming down his face. Without thinking, you immediately ran and embraced him. He’s trembling, hands clenching on your arms. You know it will leave a trace, but you didn’t care at all by that time.

You don’t know what to do except to just be there for him. The only thing that you want was for him to be happy, nothing else right now. So here you were, embracing the man that you loved so much, even if he didn’t feel the same anymore, you couldn’t just erase the feelings that were always there for years.

After an hour he crumbled down in your embrace, he finally looked up at you. His brown eyes that usually looked so beautiful were still covered with tears. You wiped all the tears away and pampered him with kisses, didn’t dare to ask him what happened. Because for you, the most important thing is him. And if you live with unsatisfied feelings, for you, it’s the price that you need to pay for loving him.

“Do you want to stay here for tonight?” Your voice was soft, soothing his heart little by little. He nodded, putting his head on the crook of your neck. In your arms was where he found the safe haven, “I have your clothes on my wardrobe, let me bring it for you, okay?” You kissed his forehead and let him lay down in your bed before searching for his trousers and shirt to wear for sleep.

When you gave him the clothes, he was just silent. He didn’t emit anything, not even a syllable from his velvety lips. It was strange for you to see him so quiet. He was a man of words, so it feels like life was being sucked out from his body, leaving him to hovered this world without a soul.

So you didn’t speak, you showed him that you were there for him. Both of you laying on your bed, he engulfed you in his arms as the warmth from his body channeled towards you. You were laying on his chest, feeling the heartbeat that always soothes you. After a month drifting apart, you now could feel the love that he radiate. Something that you have missed for just a short period of time.

“I miss you,” His voice was cracked, like it’s the first time he let out a sound for the day, “I am going to miss you so much,” You don’t want to think about it, but no matter how many times you want to deceived yourself, the words sounds like a goodbye.

You looked up at him as you could feel his tears fall to your own cheek. The sight was creating a storm of feelings inside your heart. You positioned yourself on top of him, wiping all of his tears delicately,

“Oh, Tooru… I am going to miss you too, love.” Your lips met with his eyes, trying to erase any trace of hurt in his mind, “Yes we will go to a different college and it’s hard,” You put your forehead on his and closed your eyes, “But I am still going to be here when you wake up tomorrow morning,” His breath hitch for a second, like he was gasping for air, “Take some rest now, Tooru, my king.”

You kissed his lips, pouring all of your love on that one particular kiss. It’s just like you know it might be the last time. You were craving for him, and he understood that. His hands gently fall to your hips, caressing your skin up and down. Gently, he turned the position so you were now the one who lay on the bed.

This night, he kissed all over your body like you were some kind of an angel embodiment. His touch was soft and yet electric that ignited the fire inside you. It feels magical as two bodies connected enticingly to become one. Your hands wrapped around his neck, lips moulded to each other, a perfect fit.

You didn’t even know when it was all over. The act prolonged the warmth that was shared, keeping it there to be remembered forever.

“I love you, my queen.” His voice was soft, you smiled at this. Too tired to answer, you just kiss his hand gently. He chuckled to see how you were already drifting apart, “And you deserve to be with the man who could promise you the world.”

It was strange, hearing those words. But it only rang in your head as your mind started to go to the dream state. You want to say, ‘Who needs the world when I have you?’ But you had already gone to another place, and he couldn’t hear something that was only lingering on your mind.

So when you woke up in the morning and found nothing, your mind was frantic. It’s not real, Oikawa Tooru was too in love with you to ever leave. With only a blanket wrapped around your body, you looked around your house, trying to find the heavenly figure.

But it’s like he was never there. Every picture of you together, his clothes on the wardrobe, some dolls that he gave you on your dates, it was all gone. Your house feels like there was no Oikawa Tooru in your life. Tears were already streaming down your face when the realisation hit you.

“Tooru? Love?” You called out to the empty space, “My king?” It feels like someone clawed your heart, and no one was there to heal it. You called him, and it’s a dead end. You emailed him, and it says there’s no one with the said email, “Tooru, please… Don’t joke around like this…”

You gulped down, sliding yourself in the corner of your room, engulfed by the blanket that you two shared last night. One of the remaining things that you found that signified him, “Tooru,” You called out to him, again and again like it was the only words you know.

But he was not there anymore to answer your calling.

“Y-Yeah, I will be late.” You were on the phone with your assistant right now, “Nah, I am okay, you don’t have to worry about me.” When you heard what she said, you almost choked, “No way! I am not going home with a guy! Pfft, who would want to love a guy when I have you guys?” You mute for a second, letting out a deep sigh.

It’s not that you are out of love from that one person though.

“Yeah, I am already on the train right now. See you in an hour.” You hung up, looking at the wallpaper on your phone when you were done. There was a picture of him with Takeru. It was taken after a match when you celebrated his win with the young boy too.

A smile plastered on your face. The picture is the only remembrance of him. You were a hypocrite after all. You want to forget him, or rather, you didn’t want him to spread on your mind. But here you are, with the same wallpaper that you put even after five years losing the light.

“(L/n)-san?” You jolted when you heard the voice that you were familiar with. You turned your head to your left, finding a dark hair that sticks up straight upwards, “You are (L/n)-san, right?” You blinked at this, the undercut that he had made you wonder for a second who was the man beside you,

“OH MY GOD!” Your squeal made the others around you jolted, “KINDAICHI!!!” You wrapped your arms around the younger man. He was someone that you cared about while you were still in high school. There’s a blush in his face since he rarely got into close contact with a woman.

“(L/n)-san yes it’s me!” He chuckled awkwardly, you noticed this and pulled your hand back, “Y-You look great!”

“Thank you, Kindaichi!” You gave him a sincere smile. It’s funny how everything that relates with your high school somehow feels like home, “You look great too! How are you doing?”

Kindaichi told you all that happened and how he was right now. Deep in your mind, you were hoping that maybe Oikawa’s name could slipped on the conversation. You wanted to just ask, but you are not ready for the answer that might come out from his lips.

“So,” He scratched his neck, wanted to ask you something but hesitated, “Uhm, I am sorry but… Are you still with Oikawa-san?” Well, you didn’t expect him to be the one who asked about the relationship.

“I-I don’t know,” He looks confused with your answer, “We lost contact.”

“Huh?”

“We really lost contact, right after we graduated.” You looked down, regretting the words that you chose. But it’s the most neutral thing that you could muster from the deep of your mind, “So yeah, we lost contact without having the time to talk about our relationship basically.”

“So you didn’t know?” That question caught you off guard. What this man doesn’t understand from losing contact? You let out a long sigh. Still thinking either you should ask him about it or not. You were not ready for the answer, not at all, “Oh, this is my stop.” He stood up and bowed to you before walking to the exit door.

That’s when you snapped. You didn’t care anymore if the truth would break your heart. The only thing that mattered was him. You need to know that he’s alright, safe and sound and enjoyed his life. Your hand gripped on his wrist, making him jolt. He turned around and widened his eyes when he saw the desperate gaze in your now glistening orbs.

“W-What I didn’t know?” Kindaichi straightened his posture, tried to give you the news with the most simple words that he could think of. You gulped down and prepared your heart for the worst. Five years, you were ready to hear anything.

“He was now a professional player in Argentine.”

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daddystevee · 4 years

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Crashing Down

(steve harrington x hopper!reader)

Guys, I'm super emotional… this- is the last part to the fic. But more importantly this chapter is what the whole fic was written around. It's insane. Well more so like the very ending of it. But I'm so happy that this happened and I finally wrote my first fic ever. I just can't believe it. Thank you to everyone who read this and continued to support me through this. A special thanks to @harringtown who literally always has my back and was helping me out with this. I think i might write another fic one day but in all honesty who knows. It's freakin hard idk how Brooke spits these suckers out almost every day??? But who knows maybe i'll be more original next time and not have a full fledged slow burn fic.. Anyways love you guys! Xx ps its finally (steve x reader) !!!!

catch up here

Warnings: cursing, death, fluff, angst, super hella sadness, all the good stuff. And season 3 spoilers ig

Part 9/9

Word count: 3.7k (THIS IS INSANE??)

Summary: Sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world just comes crashing down, but it’s a good thing that you have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall.

You squirmed out of Steve’s arms and ran to your dad, El limping close behind you pulled him into a big hug. Even though the last time you saw him was a few days ago, now was not the time for full fledged reunions you had to figure out what you guys were going to do to beat this thing.

As everyone was explaining their part of what had been going on over the last couple of days, you took your place under Steve’s arm. You watched as Jim gave Eleven the extra care she needed in that moment, making your lips curl up at the corners.

“But instead of, like, screws and metal, the Mind Flayer made its weapon with melted people.” Steve said trying to make sense of everything he was being told

“Yeah, and it was fucking terrifying.” you say remembering what happened at the hospital yesterday.

“Yeah, okay I’m just makin’ sure”

Hopping up on the counter next to Steve, you watched everyone scramble around trying to make last minute preparations before, Joyce, Murray and your dad headed down into the Russian bunker. You look at Steve’s face and how messed up it is and then look back at your father, hoping nothing too bad would happen to him down there.

Steve notice how deep in thought you were,

“Don’t hurt yourself, thinking to hard over there Hop.” he said trying to make light of a situation

You laughed slightly, still letting your mind wander in and out of focus.

“You okay?” he asked moving across the counter to be a little closer to you

“Yeah just thinking. A lot of things could go wrong, just nervous I guess.”

He nods his head in agreement, “But this is your dad we're talking about, he’ll be just fine.”

You overhear Dustin telling Hopper that they need a head start and a car to get to the highest point in Hawkins. He turns and waves Steve over, Steve gives you a pat on the knee before jumping off the counter and heading over to him. After telling Steve what he needed to do, he hollered out your name meaning you were needed.

Steve met you in the middle causing you to stop, he pulled you into a hug while telling you that he was in charge of taking Dustin and Erica to some radio tower.

“For the love of God, please be safe. It’s bad enough you’ve already been fucked up by the Russians, I really need you back in one piece.” you say to him pulling him just a little closer

“Oh you don’t have to worry about me, it’s you I'm worried about.”

You took a deep breath in before pulling away. You looked up into Steve’s eyes and placed a hand on his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb before walking over to your dad.

“I was summoned.” you say marching up to and standing next to your dad

“C’mere,” he said, pulling you into his side, “I need you to keep a really close eye on El for me, okay?”

“Of course dad.”

“This thing is after her, so you guys are going to Murray’s house, so you guys can stay safe, protected and off the radar until this is all over.”

“Alright.” is all you can muster out before he pulls you into a lung crushing hug.

You climb into the backseat of the Wheeler’s family car before Will and Lucas, leaving El, Mike and Max in the very back of the car. Nancy tries cranking the car but the engine just won’t start. Jonathan gets out to look, and says that there's a part missing, and it doesn’t make any sense. But all thoughts are put aside when you hear the sound of a very loud and familiar engine revving up.

“Get out, get out the car now” you say rather loudly nudging at Lucas’s side.

You all get out of the car and head back into the mall where you would be a little bit safer.

After you get inside Mike instantly pulls out his walkie and starts sending out a code for ‘Scoops Troop’. You're standing next to El with your arm wrapped around her shoulder rubbing up and down her arm in an attempt to keep her calm.

You see Jonathan, Nancy, Will and Max all walk over to the car that El had flipped over onto the Russian’s earlier that evening. You call Mike and follow in pursuit, climbing over the counter and behind the car to try and flip it over. You even let Eleven try to slip it over with her powers but it’s no use, but suddenly a bell goes off in your head. The same bell apparently goes off in Mike’s head because almost as if you were reading each others minds.

“Physics.” you both say in unison.

You flip the car over with the use of leverage and Jonathan begins his search for the ignition cable.

Max was the one to notice El digging through the trash, you were the first to walk over to her and Mike was the one to call out to her. You were asking if she was okay and telling her that she needed to save her energy when none other than the Mind Flayer comes crashing down into the mall.

“Fucking hell..”

You grab hold of Eleven’s hand and pull her away and out of sight.

The four of you are hidden behind some sort of stand in the middle of the mall when Dustin comes over the walkie talkie telling you all to confirm your safety, but the Mind Flayer wasn’t having any of it. It let out one of the loudest screeches you had ever heard, you hadn’t been that close to it before. Tears formed in your eyes from the pain and from fear.

“We’ve gotta move.” you whisper to Mike

“There’s a way to get out, through The Gap.” El whispers back

Mike peeks his head up to see where the Mind Flayer is and is looking,

“Okay, okay. Now.” he said, grabbing El’s hand making a break for it, but of course not without making some fort of ruckus making the Mind Flayer turn and charge. Luckily you push them behind a clothing display just before it makes it to where the items had fallen,

You put your index finger to your lips signaling for them to be extremely quiet before you covered your mouth with your entire hand, attempting to silence your heave breathing. Looking at the three teens you motioned for them to crawl over behind the checkout counter in case it was just playing games, not wanting to risk anything. Though moving to this new spot didn’t help too much because you heard to your left the nasty sound of what you could only imagine was the flesh moving around.

As you turned and looked to your left you could confirm what you had heard, seeing the flesh like claw coming around the corner to snap at you. There was a loud popping noise, that sounded a lot like a balloon that caused a distraction making the claw retreat now redirecting its attention to the new sound.

“Go, go go.” you said to the kids and you got up making a mad dash towards the exit.

You run out the back door and towards the gate that allows delivery trucks in and out trying to catch up with Nancy and the others. But as you make it just outside the gate you see Flayed Billy standing behind his car. You make the kids turn around and go back inside the mall in hopes that Billy didn’t see you, but you wouldn't go unnoticed especially since you had to go back and press the close gate button a second time because it didn’t work the first time.

You run down a few different hallways trying to find another way out, whether that be up or down. So you pulled off into a side room where an elevator was, and mike pressed the button a few times. You really thought you had lost Billy at this point so you were good to take a little breather, until you heard the opening and shutting of a heavy metal door.

Max was the one to round the corner and see who it was,

“Billy. Billy, you don’t have to do this. Billy. Your name is Billy, Billy Hargrove, you live on 4819 Cherry Lane. Billy please, I’m Max, I’m your-” was all you heard before the monster backhanded her out of consciousness. Mike was the first to lunge at him, but instantly got thrown against the wall and was also knocked unconscious. That left you and El, you take your stand in front of your sister and attempt to throw a punch at him, You successfully hit him in the jaw,

“You’re gonna regret that you little bitch” he says as he grabs you by the arm and twists until you’re facing away from him and he slams your head into the wall, everything goes black

You wake up, what seems to be like hours later, seeing both Max and Mike still unconscious on the ground. You sit up, head pounding and your wrist and shoulder in excruciating pain. You crawl over to Max and get her to wake up, and when she does, she yells at Mike to get up.

“Are you guys okay?” you ask them. The both shake their heads, but then begin looking around the small room.

“Where’s El?” Mike asks.

The three of you run around in a panicked state of mind calling out for her hoping she had fucked Billy up and ran for help, but the more you looked the less hopeful you felt. You ran back down what you thought were the same hallways from earlier, but with your new concussion you weren’t so sure anymore.

You looked down to the ground and saw drops of blood and some sort of black stuff.

“Guys, look.” you say pointing down the hallway where the trail of blood led.

After some time you finally manage to make your way to the main part of the mall. You pulled yourself to a complete stop, sticking your arm out to stop Mike and Max from continuing on any further. El was on the floor talking to Billy.

You watched with wide eyes as Billy stood up in a protective stance over El. He stood there and stared at his creator, the thing that had destroyed him. Millions of memories flashed before his eyes as the fleshy tentacle that was supposed to kill your sister, shot out towards him. He stuck his arms out to stop it, to sacrifice himself.

You watched in pure shock as tentacles pierced into his sides and back, grabbing hold of him, hoisting him up. It all happened in slow motion, as if the universe was trying to torture you in some way. You watched as that thing took your Billy Hargrove and pierced into his chest.

“Billy!” you and Max screamed one after another

You choked up a sob as you took off running over to him, Max close behind. You slammed your knees into the ground as you grabbed Billy’s shoulders and shook them trying to keep him awake.

“Billy, Billy. Stay with me. Billy?”

His eyes fluttered open for a split second, this was the last time that he’d see your beautiful face.

“Hey, hey, hey, I need you to stay with me. Baby I can’t lose you. Please, baby please.”

He somehow managed to get an ‘I’m sorry’ out but you didn’t care he didn’t need to be apologizing right now, but that was the only thing he said before his whole body went limp. You continued to shake his shoulders, in disbelief that this was happening and that if you kept him awake long enough he would be okay.

“Billy, no please, Billy.” it suddenly feels like you can’t breath but the only thing you can do is yell. You’re choking out sobs as you strain your voice yelling out his name.

Steve makes it down to the second floor as quickly as he can and is behind you in seconds. He puts his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to pull you away and into his arms but you turn and yell at him.

“No! Stop it! Don’t let them touch him! Billy! Billy!” Each phrase is spoken with more sobs. You finally collapse into Steve’s arms, shaking violently with each cry.

All you can seem to say at this point was Billy’s name. Steve leads you to a paramedic and says that he’ll meet you outside, turning around and running back inside. You along with all of the others are checked over and are cleared to go home after sitting in ambulances for a while.

After Steve is checked, he walks over to you, Max and El and takes a seat next to you. The two are in a very tight hug, your sister is doing her best at comforting Max in this time of loss. You sit in silence, not having enough energy or emotion to talk. Steve wraps his arms around you with his blanket and pulls you into a tight embrace. You mellow out your breathing until you realize that you haven’t seen Murray, Joyce or your dad anywhere.

In a panic you release from Steve’s grip and grab your sister’s hand leading her to stand up. The two of you spend a few minutes looking around for them with no luck, suddenly you spot Joyce. No sign of Hopper, you notice that El see’s her too and looks to you confused as to why dad wasn't with her. But then she realizes, you know it too, dad didn’t make it.

Eleven turns into your arms and lets all of her tears out, and just when you think you don’t have any tears left to cry, all of your tears fall on top of her head. She lets out one scream and that’s it, the rest are sobs. You cradle her head, holding onto her and not letting go.

Both Joyce and Steve offer to take both you and El in for the night, seeing as how the cabin had been destroyed earlier that night and Hop wasn’t there to take you in for some extra loving. Of course you spent the next couple of weeks staying the night at the Byers’ house. But after a while it started to get a little too cramped so while El stayed with Joyce while you stayed with Steve. Most days were the same, super hard and emotional. But other days, you would be taking a few steps forward to recovery. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn't ever going to get easier, but you at least had the right people in your life to help you out.

>3 months later<

Over the last three months things have gotten better, you spent lots of time with Max and Eleven. Making sure that they’re both okay and that they know that they are both very loved. Your dad always told Joyce that if anything were to ever happen to him, that if she was up for it, to take care of El. It wasn’t that he didn't trust you to take care of her, he just knew that it would be a lot for you at such a young age.

Joyce took her in with open arms, and even offered a room to you when she mentioned that they would be moving to Maine. You declined, only because Steve couldn't handle all the kids by himself. Steve’s mom even offered to let you stay in their guest room until you and Steve could get your own place, you had only been talking about it since you were 11. The two of you still planned on doing that, but with being unemployed at the moment it was kinda hard to have money to pay rent.

Today was the final day of packing up the Byers house. You had planned on being there but got pulled into a last minute job interview at Family Video with Robin and Steve. But as soon as you were done there, you were heading over to say your goodbyes. It was a hard day and you were trying not to think about it.

Good news: the three of you start work on Monday. Bad news: it was time for the Byers to leave.

As you and Steve pulled up it looked like they had just put the last box in the moving truck. You hopped out of the car and jogged up to the door right as Joyce was coming out with a box for you to take home.

“What’s this?” you ask, taking the box from her

“Just a couple of Hop’s things, I thought you'd might want them.”

You sat the box down on the front porch and pulled her in for a hug, “Thank you, for everything. For the stuff and for basically being my mom and for taking El in. It means a lot to me.” A few tears escaped from your eyes.

As everyone was saying their final goodbyes you pulled El in for one final hug.

“You don’t have to go, you know..” you say in a half joking manner. “you could stay here with me, get our own place or fix up the cabin. He did it before.”

All she does is chuckle lightly and buries her face deeper into your chest.

“I'm really gonna miss you, kid” you say quoting something your dad would say, “but I’ll see you soon. I think we’re all coming up for Thanksgiving next month and then Christmas is right after that.”

“I know” she said quietly, “I love you, Y/N”

“I love you too El.” you pulled away from the hug and locked pinkies with her and kissed your own hands. Giving each other a small smile before moving on to the others.

“You have Steve’s number right?” you asked before pulling her into one last hug. She nodded her head as she pulled you closer for one last squeeze before climbing into the passenger seat of the moving truck. You shut the door behind her patted the door and just like that they were gone. The kids all ride their bikes back to their designated homes and you and Steve climbed back into his car to head home too.

As Steve puts his car into park he shifts a little in his seat, you don’t notice because you're looking down at your hands with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I know today’s kind of a hard day for you, but I have something that might make you feel a little bit better.” he says running a hand through his hair.

He reached behind you into the back seat and pulled out a flat velvet box, you give him a curious look,

“Max and I, we talked about this for a really long time and she really wanted you to have this.” he says handing you the box.

You open it and your eyes fill with more tears as your hands drop to your lap and your head hung forward. Inside the box was Billy’s Virgin Mary necklace. It had been polished and shined and cleaned and it looked better than ever. You set the box to the side and you wrap your arms around Steve and give him a hug. After you pull away you pick up the box again and look down at it.

“I miss him Steve,” you say resting your head on his shoulder.

“I know you do.” he said as he wraps his arm around you

You sit up and look at him and he's looking back at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you think it’s time you told him.

“Steve there’s something I need to tell you.” your heart is beating so hard you’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear it. “These last 3 months have been some of the hardest months of my life, not only because I lost so much but because I’ve realized a lot of things. I learned my self worth, it’s been a while since I’ve truly been happy. And I found that I’m only truly happy when I’m with you. I also know that Billy would’ve wanted me to move on at some point, and as much as he said he hated you Harrington, he wouldn’t want me to be with anyone but you.”

He looked at you like if he blinked everything would fade away and none of this would be real. You reach out and place a hand on his face, looking over where wounds had once been and were now turning into scars.

“ I love you Steve.” You finally say

He doesn’t say anything back he just leans in and presses his soft lips against yours. The kiss held so much love and emotion. It felt just like the movies, like the moment when these things always happened. Time seemed to have slowed down, allowing you take it all in and cherish it.

“I’ll take that as the feeling’s mutual?” You say with a giggle.

Steve brushes his nose against yours before kissing you again, only this time with more force. You took this as his way of saying yes. His mouth hot on yours as his hands grabbed your waist awkwardly from the place he was sitting and pulled you as close as he could. You both only pulled away to catch a breath.

This would be a moment you would remember for the rest of your life. It wasn’t your first kiss, wasn’t even your second, or hundredth, but it was your first kiss as lovers, but it definitely would not be your last. The world would throw crazy things at you, especially when you aren’t ready for it, but you don’t have to deal with it alone anymore.

You just always have to know that sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world might come crashing down and it’ll fall apart, but always remember that you’ll have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall.

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zwiezraczek · 4 years

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6 + 1 Underground [Four x OC/reader] Chapter 1

SUMMARY: Sasha is a Polish girl, with a strange past. She has various skills, driving amongst others. So she becomes Eight. And you know that Four plus Four is Eight...

CHAPTER 1: Eight is Born - CHAPTER 2

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Sasha instantly opened her eyes, taking the gun from under her pillow and pointing it at the black figure that stood in front of the window of her apartment. Her blond messy hair was all over her face as she tried to focus on the intruder, waiting for them to move, to put their arms up, to surrender. But they didn't. They stood immobile, there, in between the airy curtains moved by the breeze.

“Got me,” the man said with a warm tone, just as if he was smiling, “you're quick as hell.”

“Shut the fuck up and turn on the lights motherfucker,” she barked still pointing at him. Her eyes were focused on the man moving slowly towards the little lamp in the right corner, as she moved herself on her bed. But he took his time, and she didn't like it. “Don't you fucking play with me or I'll fucking kill you.”

“So many swear words coming from the mouth of a young and delicate lady,” the stranger teased just before switching on the light.

The scene could have been embarrassing if Sasha was the shy type of girl, but she wasn't. Her large white t-shirt barely covered her panties as she was on her knees over her sheets, eyes focused on her target. Her blue pearly eyes looked at him, she had the face of an angel. This was why they chose her.

When her mother died, she lost everything, even her father, who spiraled down into immorality more than he did before. So she decided to go all illegal, no strings attached in this Polish city, Sasha and her pretty face coming right into the Polish mafia. They told her that the best she could be was a whore for them, maybe even the boss if she was lucky enough, but Sasha was so much more than she looked. She was Kubica. That was how her mother used to call her when she was behind the steering wheel. She was reckless, she was bold, she could be a danger for the people driving around her and to tone this down, her mother made her take some ballet classes. Discipline and recklessness, everything Sasha was made of. From pseudo whore to mafia's chef, Piotr's, driver.

“Fuck you, don't you dare telling me what I should be or not, you fucker,” she dangerously whispered as the man casually stood next to the lamp, arms crossed. “What do you want from me?”

“Why don't you run from me?” the stranger continued still looking at her. She felt disoriented, making a small head tilt as he said these words. “Fucking millennials, when you try to be like them they go “No, I don't get you old man, tbh sorry”,” he continued, a little bit deceived by what he just witnessed. “Billie Eilish, or whatever? Doesn't ring a bell?”

“I won't repeat myself,” she warned, her index ready to pull the trigger. “You don't talk, you won't live.”

“Okay, okay, let's chill a bit. I'm not here to kill you or whatever, but more to... Allow you to be free?” She rose an eyebrow, not putting down her gun. This man was stranger than she had expected, it would have been easier if he just wanted to kill her. She would have pulled the trigger. Boom, no problem. “Well, you know, I know you very well Sasha.”

“Ho the fuck do you know my name?” her words were sharper than a blade. Nobody in the mafia world knew her by her real name, she was Kubica. No Sasha, just Kubica, the driver.

“I know many things about you Sasha... Damn, that's so uncomfortable to stand, I'll sit if you don't mind,” he concluded before sitting on a small stool near the lamp. “So, I was saying. I know many things about you, that you're a ballerina...”

“Was,” she corrected angrily.

“Yeah, dancing stays dancing,” he brushed the subject off as soon as he spoke about it, “you work for that mafia for a long time because your father is an asshole that let you down when your mother died...”

“Don't you dare talking about my mother, understood?”

“Wow, relax. Promise. Wow, taboo. Okay, I'll remember that. So,” he pursued after a small pause, “your dad does some bad shit, you didn't like that shit so you started to do your own shit and your ways are parted now, Kubica.”

“My mom used to call me like that,” she whispered, body slowly becoming less and less tense. “Who are you?”

“Guardian angel, wanker, asshole billionaire... Names are countless, depends of the people you're asking. But mostly, I'm a ghost.”

“You fucking kidding me,” she erected while looking at him from head to toe.

“Well, technically, in the records, I'm dead. But, really, I'm not. Can you believe how simple it is to fake your own death?”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“Exactly,” he said as if she cared. “And then comes the fun part of being dead: you can do whatever you want. Heard about the big Coup, Murat Alimov, Rovach Alimov?” She only nodded. “Our job. We did it.”

“We? I thought you were alone.”

“We'll make the introductions later if you don't mind Sasha. But, well, we have another touchy touchy mission and we'd need a good driver so...”

“I'm working for Piotr,” she interrupted him harshly. “I'm loyal.”

“I know, discipline and shit but like... We really need you? Pretty please?”

“You have plenty of drivers in the sea, go and fish for them.”

“No many drivers are Kubica and look like an angel.”

“I said I'm loyal. Now leave or I'll blow your head.”

“Wouldn't you like to piss your father off even a tiny bit little more? Imagine him learning that you're dead, and you know, he's a motherfucker basically, he fucks around now... You'll be able to do some nasty things to that immoral motherfucker without being punished for it. Total freedom. Piotr can't guarantee that, but I can.”

He got her.

“I'll listen to you.”

She became Eight. She died in a car accident, suicide as the media said. She drove directly into the Odra, from the golden bridge right into it. Big scandal for the media, as they found the big Polish billionaire's daughter dead – in fact they never found her body, only the car – after years of searching for her. Daddy was very concerned, he cried his eyes out during the funeral. From afar, she saw Piotr attending the funeral, along with some of her mafia's friends. Magda stood next to Piotr, holding his hand, while she sobbed with puffy eyes. Sasha's heart was ready to stop as she saw this girl crying for her, she would cry for her too if it was her funeral. But now, Sasha was dead. Eight was born.

“No shit, your dad's a fucking actor,” One commented, standing next to her in the snow.

Already January. Snow fell during Christmas Eve, the day she spent with Maga watching stupid Polish movies and drinking cheap wine from the shop around the corner. Her last Christmas. The bare trees carried now a large amount of snow on their branches, sometimes falling off. Anna liked snow, she would miss it in California. She would miss her country, she would miss the food, she would miss everything. She would miss her language. But she should be able to make it, for her mom right?

“My father's a fucking asshole who knows how to cover up his fucking deeds,” she replied. “I don't wanna see this masquerade or whatever, we should go.”

“Wow, the last time somebody told me that they wanted to go and not watch their own funeral was... Right now,” he admitted. “Even Two wanted to watch it until the end. But fine, we'll have plenty of time to discuss our next move with the Ghosts.”

“Let's go then. I hope you have nice cars in the US.”

He smiled, not answering. That was a yes.

She slept during half of the flight, they arrived around noon, time to sleep in Poland, still early in the morning. She rubbed her eyes, siting next to One in the pilot's cabin. The engine was still roaring as they landed safely on the yellowish sand. This was too early for any shit like this, she thought as she grabbed her sport bag in which all her belongings were stuffed. Some comfy clothes, the keys of the cars that died with her and a picture of her mom and her, hidden between all these matters. One forbid taking too personal stuff, he agreed for the keys though, but she needed her mother with her. Just to feel like home.

She instantly regretted putting on a sweater when she stepped outside the engine. She felt drops of sweat run on her back, she knew she was absolutely sweaty right now; the only thing that reassured her was that she put a tank top under all of this. Life saver. She followed One's steps in the sand, sleepy as hell, wishing for a bed and a shower just to function properly. They landed in the middle of abandoned planes, in the middle of nowhere, in a Californian desert. Great, she was dead and lost. Was it all worth it, she asked herself as she followed one into one of the planes with a large ghost imprinted on it.

There were the others, the five others. They didn't even flinch when she entered the room with One, doing what they had to do. She looked all around her, the atmosphere was oppressive because of the lack of lighting, some neon green lights escaped from the monitors some of them worked on, stale smell spread all around the “room”. One clapped and all their heads rose, all eyes on Sasha, Eight, now. They scrutinized her, and she scrutinized them as they all gathered around them. It was like a cult welcoming a new member. She got shivers down her spine, tightening her grip around her bag. A short brunette holding folders against her chest was now standing in front of them, next to her a black man with a gun in his hand; a cold blonde looked at them and slowly made her way up to them, next to a man sitting on a chair in front of a computer. And the last one,a blond man with a hoodie jumped over the table to find himself near, standing now next to the brunette. Great picture, the Power Rangers, she thought.

“Please welcome Eight, our new driver,” One said the group as they all looked at her. “No hugs, no kisses, she's a Kubica, no paparazzi or whatever.”

“Kubica,” the blond man whispered, catching Sasha's attention before the man sitting stood up and interrupted him.

“Welcome Eight, I'm Three. Was a hitman, now I'm a good hitman,” he precised with a finger up as the blonde who was standing next to him rolled her eyes.

“Shut up”, she cut him off as he looked offended.

“Ay, mami why are you so nasty with me?”

“I'm Two, former French FBI agent,” she pursued ignoring the man's whining.

“Clear and precise,” Sasha commented under her breath, already amazed by the woman. “Nice to meet you.”

“Five, former doctor in a Mexican hospital,” the brunette said with a welcoming smile. “It will always be a pleasure to heal your wound. Hope you won't move as much as Two when I try to do my magic.”

“Shut up,” Two groaned.

“Seven, sniper,” the black man introduced himself after putting the gun on the table and coming to shake her hand. “Hope you drive smoothly so I can give head shots from the car window.”

“I'll try my best,” she shyly answered while knowing she could do it. She actually did it sometimes as Piotr's men were having a hard time.

“Four, skywalker,” the hooded man said looking at her with his green eyes. “If you wanna watch a movie or something like that, just hit me up,” he continued as he ran his hand through his hair after putting down his hoodie. His curly blond hair was all messy, was he trying to comb it with his fingers?

“Thanks,” Sasha replied with a little smile. “So, I'm Eight, mafia's driver.”

“Liar,” Three commented, “not with this pretty face of yours.”

“You'd be surprised,” One interrupted as he patted Three's shoulder. “That girl has exceptional skills.”

“Six had exceptional skills too,” Two remarked, arms crossed now. “Didn't prevent his death.”

“Will we wallow for a long time, mourn and stuff like this,” One asked while looking at her. “He died a hero, that's it. We all knew what the mission was about and accepted possible death. Period as millennials say.”

“Period,” Two asked. “That's not the women's thing?”

“Dot if you prefer,” Sasha could hear One's sigh as he answered, but Two wasn't convinced. “Whatever, Eight's our new driver and that's it.”

“He promised some nice cars,” Sasha tried to say, but only Five seemed to listen to her.

“He's a liar, we had a horrible car in Hong Kong, not practical at all,” the brunette told her, as she seemed to bite her lip.

“Not practical,” Three added almost yelling.

“Whose fault? Whose,” One reproached him. “Okay, now we're finished with our complaints, Five, take Eight to her trailer please, it's the one next to yours. And Eight, make yourself at home.”

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