Jax

Hi! I'm Jax! I'm a gay, 18 year old, that is looking to try writing. If you have any questions or want to request anything, just do! I love Greek Mythology, Acting, and of course Reading and Writing Enjoy!

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Refracted Light

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D x Male Reader

After S.H.I.E.L.D fell, (Y/N) didn’t know what was coming next. Little did he know, he would find the family and love that was missing from the beginning. And he is made whole.

Season 2

Chapter 1 - Heavy is the Head - Coming soon

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Hello!

I’m just wondering if anybody would be interested in an Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D x male reader story? More specifically a Fitz x Male reader?

I’m already writing it, but for Wattpad. So I’m wondering if people would like me to post it here as well?

Let me know!

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The Language of Flowers

Chapter Six - The Monster

(Steve Harrington x Jax Wheeler)

Masterlist

November 12th, 1983 

Birds chirp as the sun reaches its peak in the sky. Jax has been chasing this kid from the moment he saw the child run pass, and she ran fast. After a while she tripped over a log, knocking her out around 2 am.  

That brings Jax to this moment, having discarded his jacket while following her, dabbing the cuff of his shirt on the girl's forehead. This reminds him of his own experience, having noticed her tattoo, no, her branding. The same as he had. 011. 

 ‘How many children is papa torturing down there’ he thinks while looking at her arm in sadness, he rubs his hand over her tattoo soothingly. Her eyes shoot open as she bolts into an upward position, breathing heavily. Jax brings his hand to her back, stopping her from going anywhere.  

“Don’t worry... you're safe.” Jax assures softly, not scaring the girl. He continues, “I’m Jax, Jax Wheeler, I’m like you, see?” He pulls back his left sleeve, showing her the sunflowers that cover the pain underneath, tracing the spot where the number is hidden, being engraved in his mind.  

“Three...?” her voice comes softly, as if testing to see if she is truly safe. Her eyes locking with his.  

Jax nods at her, confirming her notion. “I ran and never looked back, now I have a family. Maybe you could too? If you’d like Eleven, or maybe Ellie?” He asks while helping her stand up. She nods, a smile coming to her face. Eleven’s pretty, even with her shaven head that was given to her. She raps her arms around his midsection; he returns the hug, enjoying this moment of softness in this ever-horrific world. 

He grabs her hand, separating from the embrace, leading her to the nearby lake. Dipping his hand into the water, he wipes the dirt off her face, getting her clean. Eleven takes the blonde wig she has and adjusts it onto her head, not that it really did anything believable. Jax took it off her head, looking into her eyes, then shaking his head, and throwing the wig into the water.  

Eleven looks down into the water as her nose drips blood. She lets out a scream filled with rage and sadness, making the water ripple and birds fly away from the leafless trees around them from her shear power. Jax looks in awe; it’s a breath-taking sight. He taps her on the shoulder; she turns to him with a questioning gaze. He holds his hand near the ground, a vine slowly grows from the soil of the riverbank, it grows into a beautiful daisy, his hand glows the soft pink light just as the last time Jax had used his power. Waving his hand as the daisy grows to full size, he picks the flower from the ground and hands it over to Eleven. She takes it and smiles, holding it in her grasp tightly, as if she would lose the delicate beauty by loosening her grip.  A sound breaks them from this moment, a growl from Elevens stomach.  

“You hungry?” Jax asks with a little laugh coming though his vibrato. 

Eleven nods her head as she moves her hand to her stomach, the flower following the movement.  

“Mike” she whispers as she investigates the horizon. Jax tilts his head, hearing her clearly. 

“You know Mike? My brother Mike? Were you in our house...?” Jax questions as he gets down on his knee to level their heights. Eleven nods, not wanting to try to put it into words. He gets up and locks hands with Eleven again, leading her out of the woods. 

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Walking up to the grocery store, Jax and Eleven went through the sliding doors. Jax lets go of Ellie’s hand as if believing she was following him.  

Continuing to walk between the can littered isles, trying to find a meal for his new friend. Jax hears the store alarm go off with the sound of breaking glass. He turns to look behind him, expecting to find Eleven standing there. But the spot was empty, no girl. Jax becomes frantic, running to the source of the noise, seeing the front door to the establishment broken. Running through the glass, being skilled enough to not get cut on one of the jagged shards. 

Looking in all directions, nothing, Jax couldn’t see her; he didn’t feel the pull, nothing.  

He sighs and walks in a direction, hoping to have the luck of finding Ellie. 

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It’s been a couple of hours since Jax last seen Eleven. Panic has now subsided in his mind, still looking, but tired. He’s walking down main street, looking between all the buildings. Looking up while passing the theatre, wanting to know what movies were being shown this close to mid-November. Jax gasps at what he sees, ‘Nancy the Slut Wheeler’. 

  All he could see was red; he brings his eye level down and locks his eyes on the culprits, Tommy H. and Carol, running into the street, looking behind their backs into the alley. Jax’s feet moved like they were barely touching the ground. Before he knows it, Tommy’s pined underneath Jax as he throws punches at Tommy’s Jaw. Hearing a satisfying snap of bone, Jax looks down at Tommy’s face, His Jaw, now displaced by an inch or two. Tears welling in his eyes Jax screams in his face “What right do you have to judge my sister; she is the best person in this god forsaken town” Carol is sobbing now, begging Jax to get off Tommy. He continues “you ever even look at my sister again...” he gets off him. Tommy sighs in relief, then he lets out an agonizing scream as Jax stomps his full body onto Tommy’s ankle, a sickening crunch reaching Jax’s ears. He smiles slightly as he walks off. 

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While on his way home, he holds his head high, knowing he protected his sister. Then he falls to the ground, a body landing on top of him, shocked by the sudden contact he looks down to see a busted face, Steve. 

“Oh, my goddess! Steve! What happened to your face?” Jax asks as he gets up while pulling Steve up with him. Bringing his hands to Steves face. 

Steve hisses at the contact, still aching from what happened 20 minutes ago. “Nothing, I... tripped” Steve lies as his cheeks grow hot at how close Jax brought his face to Steves. 

Jax grabs his hand, realizing they are only a couple blocks from Steves house. “Come on Steven.” Jax said softly, leading Steve to the house. 

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Sitting Steve on the edge of his bed, Jax leaves his side, “where's the first aid kit?” Jax asks while looking in the joint bathroom connected to Steves room. “Never mind.” Jax comes back and kneels in front of Steve, getting in between his thighs, Bringing a cotton pad with antistatic softly to the cut on his head.  

Steve hisses as the pad makes contact, his blush deepening at the position Jax has put them in. “Thanks for doing this” Steve mumbles as his eyes lock on Jax’s face, seeing his concentrated makes Steve feel two things, one, how cute Jax looks while concentrated, and two, how soft his lips looked.  

Without thinking Steve leans his head down and connects their lips. Jax freezes, not sure what to do; he melts into the kiss without thinking, bringing his hand down from his forehead to his cheek, holding on like he was all that attaches him to this plane of existence. 

Steve leaned into the kiss; his earlier thoughts confirmed. Jax’s lips were impossibly soft, the taste of honey and lavender lingering on his tongue. His brain fogs up; he only thinks and feels Jax. 

To Jax, Steve tastes caramel, nice, but the metallic taste of blood infects it. But he doesn’t mind. It can’t pull him away from the intoxicating way his and Steves tongue meet in a sort of dance. 

After 30 seconds they pull away, gasping for breath. They pulled away, breathless. Their eyes met, and despite everything, they both smiled—stupid, dazed smiles that betrayed how much this moment meant to them. Jax lets out a laugh, then he squints his eyes and Steve, putting the pieces together.  

“Tell me the truth.” Jax grits through his teeth “Did you paint that horrible sign?” His eyes are watering. Steve looked down at his lap, answering his question.  

Jax’s fists clench. The sign flashes in his mind. Steve’s betrayal burns his chest. He’d hurt his sister. He kissed him. And now he has the nerve to look at Jax like he’s the victim? Tears streamed down Steve’s face as he stumbled to his feet. His voice cracked, but Jax didn’t hear him. Didn’t care. He was already running, his heart pounding with betrayal and something else—something he refused to name. 

Getting out of the house, Jax runs and doesn’t stop until he reaches his home. 

‘How could Steve do this, after everything? and I did something worse that he has ever done’ Jax thinks ‘I kissed my sisters, now, ex-boyfriend’ 

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“Please, please, please... don’t prove I’m right.” 

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The Language of Flowers

Chapter Six - The Monster

(Steve Harrington x Male Reader)

Masterlist

November 12th, 1983 

Birds chirp as the sun reaches its peak in the sky. (Y/N) has been chasing this kid from the moment he saw the child run pass, and she ran fast. After a while she tripped over a log, knocking her out around 2 am.  

That brings (Y/N) to this moment, having discarded his jacket while following her, dabbing the cuff of his shirt on the girl's forehead. This reminds him of his own experience, having noticed her tattoo, no, her branding. The same as he had. 011. 

 ‘How many children is papa torturing down there’ he thinks while looking at her arm in sadness, he rubs his hand over her tattoo soothingly. Her eyes shoot open as she bolts into an upward position, breathing heavily. (Y/N) brings his hand to her back, stopping her from going anywhere.  

“Don’t worry... you're safe.” (Y/N) assures softly, not scaring the girl. He continues, “I’m (Y/N), (Y/N) Wheeler, I’m like you, see?” He pulls back his left sleeve, showing her the sunflowers that cover the pain underneath, tracing the spot where the number is hidden, being engraved in his mind.  

“Three...?” her voice comes softly, as if testing to see if she is truly safe. Her eyes locking with his.  

(Y/N) nods at her, confirming her notion. “I ran and never looked back, now I have a family. Maybe you could too? If you’d like Eleven, or maybe Ellie?” He asks while helping her stand up. She nods, a smile coming to her face. Eleven’s pretty, even with her shaven head that was given to her. She raps her arms around his midsection; he returns the hug, enjoying this moment of softness in this ever-horrific world. 

He grabs her hand, separating from the embrace, leading her to the nearby lake. Dipping his hand into the water, he wipes the dirt off her face, getting her clean. Eleven takes the blonde wig she has and adjusts it onto her head, not that it really did anything believable. (Y/N) took it off her head, looking into her eyes, then shaking his head, and throwing the wig into the water.  

Eleven looks down into the water as her nose drips blood. She lets out a scream filled with rage and sadness, making the water ripple and birds fly away from the leafless trees around them from her shear power. (Y/N) looks in awe; it’s a breath-taking sight. He taps her on the shoulder; she turns to him with a questioning gaze. He holds his hand near the ground, a vine slowly grows from the soil of the riverbank, it grows into a beautiful daisy, his hand glows the soft pink light just as the last time (Y/N) had used his power. Waving his hand as the daisy grows to full size, he picks the flower from the ground and hands it over to Eleven. She takes it and smiles, holding it in her grasp tightly, as if she would lose the delicate beauty by loosening her grip.  A sound breaks them from this moment, a growl from Elevens stomach.  

“You hungry?” (Y/N) asks with a little laugh coming though his vibrato. 

Eleven nods her head as she moves her hand to her stomach, the flower following the movement.  

“Mike” she whispers as she investigates the horizon. (Y/N) tilts his head, hearing her clearly. 

“You know Mike? My brother Mike? Were you in our house...?” (Y/N) questions as he gets down on his knee to level their heights. Eleven nods, not wanting to try to put it into words. He gets up and locks hands with Eleven again, leading her out of the woods. 

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Walking up to the grocery store, (Y/N) and Eleven went through the sliding doors. (Y/N) lets go of Ellie’s hand as if believing she was following him.  

Continuing to walk between the can littered isles, trying to find a meal for his new friend. v (Y/N) hears the store alarm go off with the sound of breaking glass. He turns to look behind him, expecting to find Eleven standing there. But the spot was empty, no girl. (Y/N) becomes frantic, running to the source of the noise, seeing the front door to the establishment broken. Running through the glass, being skilled enough to not get cut on one of the jagged shards. 

Looking in all directions, nothing, (Y/N) couldn’t see her; he didn’t feel the pull, nothing.  

He sighs and walks in a direction, hoping to have the luck of finding Ellie. 

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It’s been a couple of hours since (Y/N) last seen Eleven. Panic has now subsided in his mind, still looking, but tired. He’s walking down main street, looking between all the buildings. Looking up while passing the theatre, wanting to know what movies were being shown this close to mid-November. (Y/N) gasps at what he sees, ‘Nancy the Slut Wheeler’. 

  All he could see was red; he brings his eye level down and locks his eyes on the culprits, Tommy H. and Carol, running into the street, looking behind their backs into the alley. (Y/N)’s feet moved like they were barely touching the ground. Before he knows it, Tommy’s pined underneath (Y/N) as he throws punches at Tommy’s Jaw. Hearing a satisfying snap of bone, (Y/N) looks down at Tommy’s face, His Jaw, now displaced by an inch or two. Tears welling in his eyes (Y/N) screams in his face “What right do you have to judge my sister; she is the best person in this god forsaken town” Carol is sobbing now, begging (Y/N) to get off Tommy. He continues “you ever even look at my sister again...” he gets off him. Tommy sighs in relief, then he lets out an agonizing scream as (Y/N) stomps his full body onto Tommy’s ankle, a sickening crunch reaching (Y/N)’s ears. He smiles slightly as he walks off. 

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While on his way home, he holds his head high, knowing he protected his sister. Then he falls to the ground, a body landing on top of him, shocked by the sudden contact he looks down to see a busted face, Steve. 

“Oh, my goddess! Steve! What happened to your face?” (Y/N) asks as he gets up while pulling Steve up with him. Bringing his hands to Steves face. 

Steve hisses at the contact, still aching from what happened 20 minutes ago. “Nothing, I... tripped” Steve lies as his cheeks grow hot at how close (Y/N) brought his face to Steves. 

(Y/N) grabs his hand, realizing they are only a couple blocks from Steves house. “Come on Steven.” Jax said softly, leading Steve to the house. 

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Sitting Steve on the edge of his bed, (Y/N) leaves his side, “where's the first aid kit?” (Y/N) asks while looking in the joint bathroom connected to Steves room. “Never mind.” (Y/N) comes back and kneels in front of Steve, getting in between his thighs, Bringing a cotton pad with antistatic softly to the cut on his head.  

Steve hisses as the pad makes contact, his blush deepening at the position (Y/N) has put them in. “Thanks for doing this” Steve mumbles as his eyes lock on (Y/N)’s face, seeing his concentrated makes Steve feel two things, one, how cute (Y/N) looks while concentrated, and two, how soft his lips looked.  

Without thinking Steve leans his head down and connects their lips. (Y/N) freezes, not sure what to do; he melts into the kiss without thinking, bringing his hand down from his forehead to his cheek, holding on like he was all that attaches him to this plane of existence. 

Steve leaned into the kiss; his earlier thoughts confirmed. (Y/N)’s lips were impossibly soft, the taste of honey and lavender lingering on his tongue. His brain fogs up; he only thinks and feels (Y/N). 

To (Y/N), Steve tastes caramel, nice, but the metallic taste of blood infects it. But he doesn’t mind. It can’t pull him away from the intoxicating way his and Steves tongue meet in a sort of dance. 

After 30 seconds they pull away, gasping for breath. They pulled away, breathless. Their eyes met, and despite everything, they both smiled—stupid, dazed smiles that betrayed how much this moment meant to them.  (Y/N) lets out a laugh, then he squints his eyes and Steve, putting the pieces together.  

“Tell me the truth.” (Y/N) grits through his teeth “Did you paint that horrible sign?” His eyes are watering. Steve looked down at his lap, answering his question.  

(Y/N)’s fists clench. The sign flashes in his mind. Steve’s betrayal burns his chest. He’d hurt his sister. He kissed him. And now he has the nerve to look at Jax like he’s the victim? Tears streamed down Steve’s face as he stumbled to his feet. His voice cracked, but Jax didn’t hear him. Didn’t care. He was already running, his heart pounding with betrayal and something else—something he refused to name. 

Getting out of the house, (Y/N) runs and doesn’t stop until he reaches his home. 

‘How could Steve do this, after everything? and I did something worse that he has ever done’ (Y/N) thinks ‘I kissed my sisters, now, ex-boyfriend’ 

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“Please, please, please... don’t prove I’m right.” 

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It’s on the way!

Love,

Jax

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Hey y’all

I want to be honest

I need to stop saying a new chapter will be out by a date or by a night.

Because it makes me not want to write. It honestly stresses me out.

So I will be writing.

But I will promise nothing about when it will be out (but it will be soon)

Love y’all.

And thanks for the support

Love, Jax

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A/N

Hey Y’all!

I will be posting a chapter tomorrow night!

(And maybe another one bye Sunday!)

Love you!

Jax 💜

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A/N

New Chapter out!

sorry for the long wait!

I'm sorry for the lengths of the chapters

they will get longer when we get to season 2, because I have a big idea for our character to have a journey of his own and Nancy, Steve and Johnathan will have to intervene

Hope you like this chapter,

love,

Jax

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The Language of Flowers

Chapter Five - The Flea and The Acrobat

(Steve Harrington x Male Reader)

Masterlist

November 11th, 1983 

“Nope, nada, you are on your own Hopper. I am NEVER stepping foot into that hell hole again.” (Y/N) tells the man as he passes him, trudging through the water of the quarry. Getting to shore in a matter of seconds, picking up his shoes and leaving without looking back at Hopper. 

“(Y/N)! What the hell are you talking about!?” Hopper comes up behind him, grabbing his bicep.  whips around and yanks his arm from the grip. Shoving the Sheriff slightly.  

“Don’t touch me!?! You even lay another hand on m-” 

“you’ll what? What are you going to do, Wheeler? Huh?” Hopper asks as (Y/N) takes a step back. 

(Y/N) takes a deep breath as he feels the vine around his arm reaches down to his hand slightly, bringing it back to its place. He tilts his head as if asking him for a truce. Hopper in return takes a step back and sighs through his nose. 

“How do you know that Will’s alive...? Did you do something with Joyce?” Hopper questions as he looks back to the 17-year-old, seeing his shoulders sag as (Y/N) (Y/N) lets out a deep breath of relief... or maybe guilt... 

“No. I was with Joyce after I... found Will.” (Y/N) corrects as he takes a breath to continue. 

“You know where he is? Why didn't you tell me (Y/N)?” Hopper asks, trying to keep his anger from bubbling to the surface. 

“Because I didn’t think you’d believe me. I went to another world, one that was like ours... but dead, it smelled like decay. I was frightened, something grabbed and I don’t really know how... but I killed it. Then I found Will, gave him something to keep him safe and told him I’d save him. Then I ended up back where I was taken from, but in our world.” (Y/N) explains in babble of words and hyperventilation. 

“What did you give him? A gun?” Hopper asks. 

“A bracelet... made out of the thing I killed.” (Y/N) tilted his head seeing Hopper look at him as if he’s crazy. 

“How did you make a bracelet!?!” 

“I don’t know!” (Y/N) exclaims. He didn’t trust the chief of police enough to entrust him with the information of his strange oncoming of magic? Mutation? He doesn’t even know. 

“Well. I’ll... drop you off at your home. Tomorrow’s the funeral for that stuffed body... we’re not done with this conversation.” Hop waves in the direction of his police car, wanting (Y/N) to follow.  

“Fine by me.” (Y/N) walks in the direction of the car. 

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“(Y/N)! Time to get up. Please look presentable for... you know.” Karen opens the bedroom door to see (Y/N) already dressed in the suit she bought him the previous couple of months ago for the homecoming dance. He flashes a disheartened smile at his mother; she nods and waits for him to get out before closing the door behind him. 

“Mom, do you think it would be alright if I could go to the library after this? I think it would be better for me to get out of that place.” (Y/N) asks, trying to get time to find another way to connect to Will. 

“Sure Hun, please get home before 10?” Karen then walks out the door of the house, linking her arm with her sons. 

“Of course, I love you.” (Y/N) nudges her 

“I love you more.” Karen puts her head on his shoulder. 

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Walking away after the burial, (Y/N) is in the forest again, his head pulsing with a pulling energy. Trying to light the mood, he finds his lyrics. 

“A guy who knows his liquor is a boy who’s been drunk.” 

Hearing a gunshot ring in the air makes his step fumble backwards, a couple seconds after he hears a voice. 

“Wow Nancy... wow” (Y/N) runs in the direction of the voice and comes to a clearing, seeing Nancy and Johnathan Byers standing in the middle, a couple of cans sitting on logs. 

“Cece!?” (Y/N) shouts as he walks out into the clearing. The two turn to him looking spooked, Nancy relaxing when seeing it was her brother.  

“Hey, what are you doing here? “Nancy questions as seeing her brother in the middle of nowhere was strange. 

“I was just walking in the woods... hey Johnathan. Did you dump Steve?” (Y/N) asked while pointing at Johnathan.  

“No!... no, I didn’t, we were just practicing.” 

“For what?” (Y/N) raises an eyebrow. Nancy shrugs, looking back at Johnathan. 

“Ok, I don’t really care... just be safe. Okay?” (Y/N) asks as he grabs Nancy’s hand softly. She squeezes his hand. 

“I promise” Nancy brings her hand back to her side. 

“Good, I love you.” He nods to Johnathan and starts walking back to the forest. 

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After a while of walking, (Y/N) pauses, looking over to see a deer looking back at him, gnawing on some grass. Staring at the deer, he starts to shuffle towards the animal, holding his hand up. The deer walks closer, sniffing his hand, then bows, letting him pet. He smiles softly. 

The deer looks at him in a way that slightly disturbs him, like this creature has known him since the beginning of time. 

Hearing the breaking of branches, he turns his head to see a figure running past. When he looks back, the deer has run away, leaving no trace. Looking at the figure, (Y/N) notices that it’s... a child; he runs after the figure to make sure these woods don’t take another life on his watch. 

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The Language of Flowers

Chapter Five - The Flea and The Acrobat

(Steve Harrington x Jax Wheeler)

Masterlist

November 11th, 1983 

“Nope, nada, you are on your own Hopper. I am NEVER stepping foot into that hell hole again.” Jax tells the man as he passes him, trudging through the water of the quarry. Getting to shore in a matter of seconds, picking up his shoes and leaving without looking back at Hopper. 

“Jax! What the hell are you talking about!?” Hopper comes up behind him, grabbing his bicep. Jax whips around and yanks his arm from the grip. Shoving the Sheriff slightly.  

“Don’t touch me!?! You even lay another hand on m-” 

“you’ll what? What are you going to do, Wheeler? Huh?” Hopper asks as Jax takes a step back. 

Jax takes a deep breath as he feels the vine around his arm reaches down to his hand slightly, bringing it back to its place. He tilts his head as if asking him for a truce. Hopper in return takes a step back and sighs through his nose. 

“How do you know that Will’s alive...? Did you do something with Joyce?” Hopper questions as he looks back to the 17-year-old, seeing his shoulders sag as Jax lets out a deep breath of relief... or maybe guilt... 

“No. I was with Joyce after I... found Will.” Jax corrects as he takes a breath to continue. 

“You know where he is? Why didn't you tell me Jax?” Hopper asks, trying to keep his anger from bubbling to the surface. 

“Because I didn’t think you’d believe me. I went to another world, one that was like ours... but dead, it smelled like decay. I was frightened, something grabbed and I don’t really know how... but I killed it. Then I found Will, gave him something to keep him safe and told him I’d save him. Then I ended up back where I was taken from, but in our world.” Jax explains in babble of words and hyperventilation. 

“What did you give him? A gun?” Hopper asks. 

“A bracelet... made out of the thing I killed.” Jax tilted his head seeing Hopper look at him as if he’s crazy. 

“How did you make a bracelet!?!” 

“I don’t know!” Jax exclaims. He didn’t trust the chief of police enough to entrust him with the information of his strange oncoming of magic? Mutation? He doesn’t even know. 

“Well. I’ll... drop you off at your home. Tomorrow’s the funeral for that stuffed body... we’re not done with this conversation.” Hop waves in the direction of his police car, wanting Jax to follow.  

“Fine by me.” Jax walks in the direction of the car. 

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“Jax! Time to get up. Please look presentable for... you know.” Karen opens the bedroom door to see Jax already dressed in the suit she bought him the previous couple of months ago for the homecoming dance. He flashes a disheartened smile at his mother; she nods and waits for him to get out before closing the door behind him. 

“Mom, do you think it would be alright if I could go to the library after this? I think it would be better for me to get out of that place.” Jax asks, trying to get time to find another way to connect to Will. 

“Sure Hun, please get home before 10?” Karen then walks out the door of the house, linking her arm with her sons. 

“Of course, I love you.” Jax nudges her 

“I love you more.” Karen puts her head on his shoulder. 

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Walking away after the burial, Jax is in the forest again, his head pulsing with a pulling energy. Trying to light the mood, he finds his lyrics. 

“A guy who knows his liquor is a boy who’s been drunk.” 

Hearing a gunshot ring in the air makes his step fumble backwards, a couple seconds after he hears a voice. 

“Wow Nancy... wow” Jax runs in the direction of the voice and comes to a clearing, seeing Nancy and Johnathan Byers standing in the middle, a couple of cans sitting on logs. 

“Cece!?” Jax shouts as he walks out into the clearing. The two turn to him looking spooked, Nancy relaxing when seeing it was her brother.  

“Hey, what are you doing here? “Nancy questions as seeing her brother in the middle of nowhere was strange. 

“I was just walking in the woods... hey Johnathan. Did you dump Steve?” Jax asked while pointing at Johnathan.  

“No!... no, I didn’t, we were just practicing.” 

“For what?” Jax raises an eyebrow. Nancy shrugs, looking back at Johnathan. 

“Ok, I don’t really care... just be safe. Okay?” Jax asks as he grabs Nancy’s hand softly. She squeezes his hand. 

“I promise” Nancy brings her hand back to her side. 

“Good, I love you.” He nods to Johnathan and starts walking back to the forest. 

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After a while of walking, Jax pauses, looking over to see a deer looking back at him, gnawing on some grass. Staring at the deer, he starts to shuffle towards the animal, holding his hand up. The deer walks closer, sniffing his hand, then bows, letting him pet. He smiles softly. 

The deer looks at him in a way that slightly disturbs him, like this creature has known him since the beginning of time. 

Hearing the breaking of branches, he turns his head to see a figure running past. When he looks back, the deer has run away, leaving no trace. Looking at the figure, Jax notices that it’s... a child; he runs after the figure to make sure these woods don’t take another life on his watch. 

[jaxiswriting]

Firstly it nice that you are doing better!!

Thanks!

Is there a second thing you’d like to ask?

A/N

I am starting the next chapter at this exact moment

Love,

Jax

[jaxiswriting]

Ok ok, to be real, I’ve had burnout for the past couple of months.

But I’m getting my grove back! I’m starting the next chapter tomorrow around my lunch.

I hope I will have it out by the end of the day.

I genuinely hope I do.

Love,

Jax

[jaxiswriting]

Are you okay genuinely? I am worried about you. You have been a bit too quite for my liking. Is everything okay? You are free to talk to me if you need to! Just say the word and then you can talk to me privately alone! - Birb

Don't worry life can be a bit shitty at times, but you will be okay! I will take care of you! Do not worry.

I’m okay. I’m in university, in an accelerated course, and I’m in my finals, I am actually going to start the next chapter tomorrow (my day off from school) and I don’t have anything else to do

Thank you for the concern, I appreciate it. And I’m open to talking about this story or future stories for after this one, I genuinely love people asking questions.

Love,

Jax

[jaxiswriting]

A/N

Hey guys, I’m sorry I haven’t posted this or last week, I’m planing to start writing the next chapter tonight.

Love Jax

[jaxiswriting]

When do you think the next chapter will arrive? Not rushing or anything, just curious. And also because the "language of flowers" series is already fire.

(P.S if you see this after releasing "the flea and the acrobat" i asked this when we had reached "the body" chapter!)

Hello!

The next chapter should be out by at the latest this weekend.

I’ve realized that I get burnt out quickly if I write and post every day.

So It’ll probably be 1 maybe 2 chapters out every week hopefully!

Love, Jax

[jaxiswriting]

https://www.tumblr.com/jaxiswriting/807568815248523264/is-there-a-thing-that-will-be-happening-with-billy?source=share

You are making more worried for MC right now! I meant the ask in a sense of 'is somebody going to die in this house' not 'Who gonna have an interest in them' ask. (;*OO)

Also will there be blyer? (Also found a cute alt name for it Miwi :) <333)

Oh!

Same with Eddie, he will die the same way and MC will not be “crushed” by his death

For Billy, 🤷‍♂️

You’ll just have to wait and see

And if you scroll a bit, Miwi is going to happen

Love, Jax

[jaxiswriting]

Is there a thing that will be happening with Billy and Eddie that I should be aware of? (T_T)

Or are you going to be a scheming master mind rubbing your hands evilly like the flies do when they have a devious plan? (T>T)

-Birb

Birb, and fellow readers/enjoyers.

There will be some interaction with Billy,

And I’m sorry to say, but Eddie is a bit to far into the story to have any romantic connection to MC

But there might be someone else also in the cards for our MC~ 😉

Love, Jax