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Characters I’ll write for:
Robert Akers (Stranger Things)
Adam (Depraved 2019)
Wild Bill (American Primeval)
The Stockbroker (Hustlers 2019)
Father Paul (Midnight Mass)
Astarion (Baldurs Gate 3)
What I definitely won’t write: non-con, vomit, scat, furry, incest, age play. (If your request is around a specific kink or “taboo” topic other than these then I might have to review it before accepting it)
Masterlist:
Robert Akers (Stranger Things):
Lullaby: Akers is unaware that he has a guest spectating his nightly activity. (AKA Akers has dirty thoughts, but they might not all be his own)
Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) : (Part 2 of Lullaby) Akers wants to get some sleep, but his mind gets a very welcome visitor who wants to test something out (AKA Akers gets blown, but technically doesn’t)
Tear You Apart: Working alongside your husband had its benefits - but you would have never guessed that this would be one of them. (AKA Akers gets ridden while restrained, before he gets his own back)
The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret: Sneaking off to a motel room like this wasn't new to Akers. But sneaking off to a motel room with his superior, a quick visit made as a detour from their routine patrol, was definitely new. (AKA Akers tries out being a bottom and turns into a whimpering mess because of it)
As the World Falls Down (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5): Having just recently moved back to Hawkins, you were never told much about everything going on. You knew something was up with your family, their friends, and especially with Hopper’s new adopted daughter El, but you were never told exactly what. One night, you arrive at the wrong place at the wrong time - and Dr Kay tasks Akers with finding out why. (AKA what starts as a side mission for Akers quickly turns into something else)
I Think We’re Alone Now (AKA As the World Falls Down part 3.5): Akers is aching and confused when he comes to, tied up and held captive, and he wonders just how hard he had hit his head once he notices you watching him from the corner of the dark and dingy trailer. (AKA the reader is present for Hopper’s interrogation, and when you’re left alone with Akers you end up attending to unfinished business.)
Physical (You’re So): Akers is leaving in the morning, but before he does he makes a proposition that you have no intention of refusing. (AKA Akers has a breeding kink)
Material Girl (Part 1) (Part 2) : Every man you had ever known had been happy to do whatever you asked, but not Akers. Akers took orders from his superiors, and his bosses, and definitely not from you. He likes to make sure that you don’t forget it. (AKA Akers doesn’t like to let you boss him around, though you like to do just that.)
Knocked Up: Akers is sometimes reckless, but careless mistakes turn out to sometimes be the best accidental decisions. (AKA Akers has a breeding kink but ends up actually knocking you up, and finds out how much he loves experiencing parenthood with you)
Hungry Like The Wolf: Akers hasn’t seen you in what feels for forever, and the distance has made him crave something that’s new to you. (AKA Akers is desperately horny and is dying to eat you out)
What Do They Know?: Akers always leaves Kay’s office with a red hot rage in his chest. There's one thing that never fails to relieve his frustration, and he becomes dead set on finding it as he walks through the halls of the eerie base. (AKA Akers pulls you into a quiet room for a quickie after Kay leaves him pissed)
Stargirl: Akers enjoys a lot of things about you, but he especially enjoys how big you make him feel. (AKA Akers loves it when you need him to reach the top shelf, but now he wants you to give him something good in return for it)
Puppy Love: Akers tells you all about his dreams of settling down with you and a big mean guard dog. You end up surprising him with something very, very different. (AKA Akers wants to someday own a mean bulldog, but you decide to get something a lot a little smaller)
Seeing Double: Akers doesn’t have the best eye for detail, and his lack of attention becomes his very own downfall. (AKA Akers bites off a little more than he can chew when he dates a pair of twins who he thinks are both the same woman called Mary)
Cinema: Akers takes you out to see a film, though he doesn’t plan on spending much time watching it. (AKA Akers can’t keep his hands off of you in the movie theater)
Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t’ve?): The last time Akers saw you, you were both 18 and fresh out of high school, and the crush he had on you was embarrassingly big. Now, a few years, shitty boyfriends, and fresh piercings later, he aims to right the wrongs of his stupid teenage self. (AKA Akers meets his high school crush for the first time in years, and decides he still likes you just as much as he did back then.)
Like A Virgin: Akers returns from a long deployment, and gratefully accepts an eager proposition you make on his first night home. (AKA you’ve been dating Akers for a while, and eventually decide to let him take your virginity after months of heavy petting.)
Wet Dream: (Part 3 of Lullaby) Battered, bruised, and burnt, Akers attempts to wash the hell of a day off of his skin. His nosy nightly visitor attempts to cheer him up in the best way she knows how. (AKA a moody Akers takes a late night shower after getting beaten by Hopper, and shower sex seems to help his frustration, though it leaves a lonely pit in its place.)
Superstition: Some days, Akers is far more sure than usual that he's slowly losing his mind. Is he going crazy, or is his house being haunted? That's something he's still trying to figure out. (AKA Akers doesn’t know you have powers much like the freak he hunted years ago, or that you have passed this onto your daughter.)
Army Dreamers: Finding yourself tangled up in Robert’s arms in the dark and dingy junkyard had served as a very effective distraction. Unfortunately, it had proven to be an extremely short-lived one. (AKA you find yourself bearing witness to the very last thing you expected, though it’s not entirely what it seems.)

Adam (Depraved 2019):
Scar Tissue: After what feels like an eternity of asking, Adam’s lonely wishes have finally come true. (AKA Henry gives in and makes Adam a companion)
Birds of a Feather: Running away from your creator had been easy. Figuring out what to do now was the hard part, until you meet another just like you. (AKA Adam unexpectedly finds a friend, or maybe more)
Let’s Go To Bed: (Part 2 of Scar Tissue) Adam had no idea what he was doing. He took comfort in the fact that neither did you. (AKA Adam’s first time having sex with you)
From Eden: (Part 2 of Birds of a Feather) Adam brings you to his home, and decides he wants to share it. (AKA you’re literally falling apart at the seams and you’re really bad at ping pong but Adam likes you anyway)
Real Love Baby (Part 3 of Birds of a Feather): Life with Adam has been sweet so far, but as Valentines Day rolls around, he decides to make it just a little bit sweeter. (AKA Adam is a sweetie who wants to give his girl the best first Valentines Day he can, including a homemade card and cake)
Mystified (Part 4 of Birds of a Feather): One late night movie leads to a very sudden realisation, and you and Adam decide to mark a day to make yourselves feel a little bit more human. (AKA Adam makes a plan for you to celebrate your made up birthdays together, and some lovely music helps you to finally pick a name.)
Beautiful Boy (Part 5 of Birds of a Feather): Every day with Adam brings new challenges, and you’re faced with the biggest one of all when you and Adam attempt to navigate life as new parents. (AKA an accidental pregnancy leads to the happiest surprise you could ever ask for)
The Stockbroker (Hustlers 2019)
Sexting: Your new favourite client decides to reach out on your only day off. (AKA the Stockbroker always sees you in the strip club and decides to get flirty with his texts, and you contemplate whether or not to do the same)
Wild Bill Hickman (American Primeval):
Sanctified: When Bill invites you to spend the evening in his tent after the sun sets, you can’t help but feel you would be a fool to not do as you’re told. (AKA Bill is horny and hopes you are too, and ends up taking your virginity because of it)
Pushing It Down and Praying (Part 1): You never would have taken Wild Bill to be a jealous man, though you find him to be an intense one when you decide to get to know another man. (AKA Bill points out the way a man your age looks at you, and you decide to get to know him - much to Bill’s disapproval.)
Bedroom Hymns: Wild Bill can’t help but notice the shyness you take on around him. One late night he shows you how to give in to temptation, and to help indulge him of his while still keeping you pure. (AKA Bill takes notice of the crush you have on him, and uses your mouth to relieve his arousal.)
Dr Martin Brenner (Stranger Things: The First Shadow)
In The Still of the Night: Martin Brenner is a very dedicated man to his work. Too dedicated, it seems, to take much notice of his very own wife. (AKA you try to convince Brenner to come to bed, but he’s far too engrossed in his work to even notice you. A subsequent cold shoulder shows him just how you feel.)
Astarion (Baldur’s Gate 3):
Devil Like Me: A sudden blow in battle leaves Astarion wounded, and you kindly watch over him in an attempt to help. Even through the pain, Astarion still does his best to maintain his cocky act. (AKA Astarion gets injured and teases you/mocks the fact that you’re attempting to help before you show that you know him better than he thinks)
The Freddie and Lizzie pool scene (or just them in general)… Bas x Taggie….. James getting slightly humbled….. Rupert angst……….. Taggie just being her generally stunning self……….
Summary: Martin Brenner is a very dedicated man to his work. Too dedicated, it seems, to take much notice of his very own wife. (AKA you try to convince Brenner to come to bed, but he’s far too engrossed in his work to even notice you. A subsequent cold shoulder shows him just how you feel.)
Warnings: slight angst, Brenner is a bit of a cold asshole (until he wants something), the awful doctor attempts to win you over, the tiniest mention of smut but it doesn’t become anything
Word Count: 2291
Notes: So I’m extremely late to the Alex Breaux Brenner bandwagon but dear god have I launched myself onto it over the last day or two
He’s horrid and I love him
(If you are awaiting a request pls do not fear, they are not being ignored, I just had to write this to get this idea for this awful man out of my head)
Anyways Brenner is evil and horrible and terrible and I want to fuck him
Enjoy!!! 🩷
Martin has been working far harder than usual in recent weeks.
Even when not in the lab, late nights and long hours spent inside his study seem to have become the norm. His side of the bed feels far icier to you every evening without him in it. Something in his work is gradually getting to him, and it’s becoming more evident as the time goes by. You can’t even remember the last time you enjoyed a quiet night with him, or last felt his loving hands against your skin.
Tonight, you hope to change that.
A pretty dress you rarely wear is the first thing you pull out to help do that. A light one normally saved for special occasions. It’s joined by some makeup with his favourite shade of red lip, and a little curl in your hair that makes it bounce as you move. Everything you know that he normally loves.
It’s already late by the time you’ve put yourself together, and your husband still hasn’t risen from his desk. One last check in the bathroom mirror sees you heading out of the room towards his study, practicing a very slight sway in your hips along the way.
When you reach his study you stand in the doorway for a moment, leaning against the frame while you wait for his attention to turn your way, and you anticipate his reaction anxiously. You hope he’ll like the effort you’ve made for him. It becomes clear very quickly that he’s far too invested in whatever he’s doing to even look up at you, so you opt instead to slowly move around behind him.
Not once does he look up the entire time you make your way over.
You can see his paperwork clearer while you stand at his back. Whatever he’s working on, his scribbles make very little sense from where you are. With the line of work he’s in you’re sure they would make even less sense close up. You don’t bother to concern yourself for too long with it. Eager hands come up to rub his stiff shoulders, though he doesn’t take much notice of them doing so. You expect his muscles to relax under your touch - instead, they just tighten.
“You’re working so hard, dear…” Your voice is low as you continue your gentle massage. He’s still wearing his shirt, though his waistcoat is unbuttoned and jacket discarded, and the slightly looser look has you desperate to get him feeling far more comfortable. “Don’t you want to come to bed?”
It takes him a second to even register your question, and another to respond. “Sure. In a minute.”
The short response catches you slightly off guard. It seems you’ll have to turn up the effort.
"Martin," your tired voice sounds as silky as you can make it. You let your hands slide slowly over his shoulders, gradually down his front and under his navy waistcoat, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. His skin feels warm even through his white shirt. "Come to bed, honey."
The doctor pays you very little mind. You take notice of his half eaten plate of dinner pushed aside on his desk. Earlier, he had reassured you that he would finish it while he worked. That had meant another dinner spent alone at the dining table for you, with every one feeling even lonelier than the last. Whatever he's working on, it must be important, though you know this late work will have him exhausted in the morning.
Soft hands rubbing circles over his shirt still do nothing to stir him even as time passes by. A part of you begins to wonder how long you should continue until it would be an appropriate time to give up. If he would only turn around, he would see the actual effort you had made for him. The way you had done up your hair, and put on the exact lipstick you knew he would like. Even your little dress would surely raise his brow, and with any luck, something else.
It becomes clear that just words and gentle hands won’t do very much to pull him from his current focused state. Looking to snap him out of this trance, you move to press your lips slowly to his cheek, then his jaw, until coming to whisper into his ear. "It's so late darling. Come on, come to-"
"I told you to give me a minute." There’s no hint of jest in his spat out words. His muscles tense harder underneath your fingers. Martin breaths deeply, then lets out a very sharp sigh, as though his order wasn’t enough to convey his mood. Just to drive his point further, he raises one hand in a gesture of dismissal. “Go on. I’ll join you when I’m done.”
When I’m done. In Martin’s world, that could be hours. Operating on his own time and expecting you to do the same, as though he sometimes forgets that the whole planet isn’t living in his world.
It takes you a moment to move yourself away. Uncertain hands eventually leave his hard chest awkwardly, and you step back to stand up straight. There’s a very familiar defeated feeling in your chest, knowing it’s time to retire to bed for another night without your strangely distant husband.
When on earth did he grow this frigid?
You’re not even sure whether you should bother to say something in response to his snapping, so you don’t. You just huff and turn on your heel to go to bed - not because you’ve been told to, but because you’re no longer bothered to wait up for him. If he was bothered enough to pay you any mind, he may even notice the clack of your heels against the hard floor. When in a good mood he normally loves to see you wear them.
The bedroom feels much colder when you eventually reach it. You give a quick comb through your hair before changing out of your clothes. Your pretty dress gets left out on purpose, hanging up where you know he’ll see it to ensure he knows you had worn it. The heels he likes you to wear get left on the floor directly under it. You don’t even bother to wash off your makeup, though you now regret even having bothered to do it.
If he can’t see you all done up for him, then you may as well make sure he knows exactly what he missed.
***
The birds are softly chirping outside the window by the time you feel the bed dip. The sun hasn’t quite peeked through the curtains yet, despite it already threatening to rise outside. Martin sighs heavily as he sits. Lately it feels as though he is weighed down by some unspoken burden. At this early hour, you can’t bring yourself to care enough to ask what it is. With your back facing him, you keep your eyes shut tight and try to pretend to not even register his presence.
You hear him kick off his shoes, before slowly hanging his clothes. There’s a quietness to his movements. A deliberate one, as though he doesn’t want to wake you. Oh, how considerate.
When he eventually peels back the covers to join you underneath them, you don’t even bother to turn and greet him.
“Sorry, sweetheart…” the words are whispered against your ear, while a long arm comes around to pull you into his chest. With your back pressed against it you can feel his skin bare. “Things are just… I’m just very busy.”
His apology is met with silence. After enough time has passed without a response, he just pulls you in closer. Now that your back is flush against him, your cheeks can’t help but grow a little hot. His slender arm wraps tighter around your middle.
“I know you’re awake. I’m here now, you don’t have to pretend you can’t hear me.” Though his words should seem caring, there’s an edge to them that you can’t quite pinpoint. It’s not an angry one, nor is it icy. More of a slightly snarky tone woven through them. After a few moments of continued silence, Martin sighs quietly, and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. His next words are spoken low and deep against your skin. “I saw your pretty dress hanging up. Were you wearing that for me?”
The feeling of his lips against you make you shiver, and you try hard to ignore a suddenly brewing arousal beginning to claw through your exhaustion. It’s been some time since you were wrapped up like this. Silently, you nod. At least he notices the dress now. Even if it is a few hours too late.
Martin pushes himself up on an elbow, before pulling you to lay your head back flat against the pillow and look up at him. You can just about make out his features in the gradually brightening room. Even in the dimness, it’s easy to tell that something is troubling him, more so than usual. You’re sure the lines on his face have only deepened in recent weeks.
“Did your makeup too.” His observation is met with the same heavy silence. The arm around you moves, the hand coming up to rest gently on your cheek. The cold metal of his wedding ring stings on your skin. A reminder of the love and union you’re supposed to be experiencing.
At this point, it feels more like his work is the thing he should have married. He’s been far more tied to it recently than he has been to you.
“You made such an effort for me.” He traces your faded red lips with his thumb. Tired eyes remain stuck on them for a moment, before flicking back up to stare into your own. His voice reduces to a whisper. “I’m a fool to disregard you, dear.”
Swallowing hard, you tear your eyes away from his own to stare past him at the ceiling. Looking too long into his blue eyes may sway you to melt underneath him, but it’s late, and you want him to know the opportunity is long gone.
Sensing your everlasting reluctance, Martin offers you a smile in another attempt to warm your cold shoulder. “You look lovely. Really. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”
You didn’t even notice earlier. Letting out a small sigh, you move away to turn back onto your side, but Martin’s hand remains on your face and pulls you back to look at him again. The pads of his long fingers press harder into your cheek. Not harshly, or painfully, but just enough to make you aware that he wants you attention.
“Haven’t had any time with you in so long.” Martin leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek. Then a peck to your lips that you don’t quite return. “I’ve been so caught up in work…” His lips graze against yours while he speaks in a mumble. A shift in his hips makes you aware that he’s half hard already. The feeling takes you by surprise. “It’s been so long since we-“
“Go to sleep, Martin. It’s late.” Or early, you think, hearing the birds singing louder outside.
You’re tempted to bite back and tell him that whatever he’s after, he would have gotten it hours ago had he only followed you to bed when you asked. Though the feeling of his body does stir a small something deep inside you, you ignore it in favour of holding your ground. You’re too far past the point of wanting to try to keep him happy tonight. Had he rubbed against you like this all those hours ago, or muttered sweet words and kissed your skin as he does right now, then maybe your reaction would have been different.
“So you can speak.” His sarcasm only further irritates you, and you let the emotion show on your face in a glare. He tilts his head at your very clear annoyance and presses his fingers into your skin slightly harder. “Here I was, worried the cat had gotten your tongue.”
One of your hands comes up to swiftly pull his own from your face, before you finally turn to lay over on your side again. You ignore the sudden emptiness that you now feel without his touch. A part of you expects him to reach for you, to pull you up against him or to pull you onto your back again, but his body is instead frozen just behind you.
“Goodnight, Martin.”
A few moments pass before he shifts just slightly. It’s clear that he’s thinking over his next move, thinking of any other words or ways to loosen your firm stance. You remain where you are, stiff and rigid while you wait for him to move away. Eventually he decides to give up on his affectionate act, and shuffles to the other side of the bed where he turns his body away from you with a huff. The movement reminds you of a toddler not getting his way.
“Goodnight.”
He barely whispers it, but you hear it very clearly in the quiet room. The cold distance in the bed feels like a mile now that he’s created it. Wrapping the blanket tighter around you doesn’t do much to subdue the shiver that has suddenly come over you, and it does even less to replace the feeling of him pressed against your back.
Maybe by morning things will feel a little better, or you’ll feel like your suddenly withdrawn husband really does care for you for a change. Just like he had done before.
little idea for your Byers OC storyline if you want to continue it at all: What is she’s in the lab during the finale with Hopper, El and Kali…even if that idea is probably a gateway to lots of angst or even a fix it depending on how you write it.
Army Dreamers
Summary: Finding yourself tangled up in Robert’s arms in the dark and dingy junkyard had served as a very effective distraction. Unfortunately, it had proven to be an extremely short-lived one. (AKA you find yourself bearing witness to the very last thing you expected, though it’s not entirely what it seems.)
Warnings: violence, character death, very brief mention of past smut, gun use, swearing, angst, Robert being a generally scary ass (though not all the time), an attempt of a rewrite/fix-it of the canon
Word Count: 7061
Notes: this took me SO long to finish off and I am so so sorry for that 😭 life’s been busy 🥲
This is set after chapter 3.5 - since in that version of the story, reader is already in the Upside Down. It pretty much picks up directly after the ending of that fic.
I really hope you enjoy, especially after the wait!!! 🩷
Finding yourself in Robert’s arms, tangled up as you chased release in his lap had served as a very effective distraction to everything going on around you. Unfortunately, it had proven to be an extremely short-lived one.
Once recovered from his high, it didn’t take long for the lieutenant to put his mind straight back onto business. You barely had yourself dressed when he took the lead in moving out of the trailer, gesturing for you to follow along. A scramble to get yourself covered saw you running along to find his side, not forgetting to pick up Hop’s gifted pistol before you left.
Though you were unsure where Hop and El were headed, Robert seemed to know all too well. The things El had seen in his head seemed to have been enough for him to deduce their destination. At first, it was like following a bloodhound after a scent - he knew exactly the way to go without so much as a look around. It made you wonder just how much time he had spent down here.
Along the way, you had hoped your influence would change his tired mind. His tired, and admittedly satisfied mind. Foolishly so, you had made some attempt at reasoning, huffing out words to try to sway him from his mission while attempting to keep up with his much longer stride. Robert didn’t seem to need to watch his footing as much as you did. His thick boots stomped confidently on the uneven ground.
There had been some hesitation when you had tried to change his mind. Some consideration. A mull over your words as you had asked him to leave everyone be, and in some moments you became hopeful that his mind wouldn’t circle back once again to what seemed to be the most important thing in it. It didn’t take long, however, to discover just how headstrong Robert really was, and there seemed to be no convincing him no matter what you did.
A mild feeling of potentially being used began to niggle in the back of your head, though focusing on not tripping yourself up on the unfamiliar ground helped somewhat to ignore it. It hurt, knowing that even wrapping yourself in his arms wasn’t enough to influence him. The feeling of his spend still dripping from your heat while striding by his side only drove this painful point home further.
Once you reached the outskirts of your destination, a new anxiety rose from within you. An even newer uncertainty than the one already festering. A fear of not knowing what was going to happen now that you would return to your opposing sides.
“Don’t think your friends will be happy to see you with me. Not sure mine would be either.” Robert had muttered the very obvious, stopping to turn to you once the lab was in view. “I don’t want to leave you, but… I can’t bring you in there with me. Find somewhere safe, and hide. I’ll try to find you as soon as I can.”
At least his words were some indication that there was more than just his mission on his mind.
You wondered if the promise was one he was sure he could keep, or a one he was only hoping he could. Like the promise he made about coming back to your apartment. A hard swallow and a nod had confirmed your hesitant agreement, while nerves made your hand wrap tighter around the pistol still in it.
After that, a commotion coming from the base was enough to pull him straight back into his work once again. Robert pulled you in for a very rushed embrace before a quick apology and a reminder to hide. That was the last you heard from him before he took off running.
Clearly, he had gotten to the rank of lieutenant for many reasons. Determination certainly seemed to be one of them. Distractions didn’t seem to have too heavy of an influence, and you wondered if his training included wearing blinkers to focus on his work when it came to avoiding any love interests.
***
After that, the last time you saw Robert was while he was curled up on the floor of Kay’s lab. Discarded to the ground after Hop had ultimately managed to best him.
You shouldn’t have been inside of the lab in the first place, but you’d be damned if you were going to wait outside like a spare tool while the others all worked. Despite heavy fear, a potentially overconfident part of you decided to defy Robert’s orders, finding your way in behind him rather than hiding.
Sneaking into the lab had been much easier than it should have been.
With an indecisive mind you watched Robert enter the base through the side gate, before impulse decided to follow him. You watched his figure rush further away until you felt he was far enough, before slipping in through the very same entrance. Slipping in the gate just before it shut had almost sent you to a heart attack. You don’t know what he may have done or said if he had seen you.
You were thankful that every soldier was too preoccupied to notice your attempt at getting through the base - they appeared to be too concerned with Robert’s return, or too busy with whatever commotion was seemingly going on inside. By the fact that this seemed to be El and Hop’s location, you had a feeling that the source of the commotion was a familiar one to you.
The emptiness only made the place seem more eerie, and the walk inside felt more creepy than it did safe. The pistol Hop had left you with had remained ready in your hand the whole way, though you felt a relief in having not needed it.
By the time you had made it into the lab, it was clear that Hop and Robert had already found each other. They were far too busy throwing each other around the room to even notice you, and the dark lighting certainly helped. Ducking out of sight had made you feel like a coward, though there was very little else you could do. Getting in between them would have been suicide.
Desperation to help had almost crippled you. A guilty need to help Robert, rather than the very people whose side you should be on, though you knew that doing so would turn Hop and El against you instantly. The fight was one you had tried to avoid seeing, busying yourself with staying hidden and staring at the wall until they may need you, though the scene is still burned into your memory all the same. Robert’s screams of pain still echo in your ears. The sizzle of his skin after Hop hit him with god knows what remains ingrained in your mind, and you wonder if you’ll ever forget those sounds.
Robert had survived the brawl, sure - and though this should be a relief, this fact only leaves you more on edge. Knowing now that his sole mission is to actively hunt the very people you’ve found yourself in the company of is a fact you still can't seem to get a hold of.
You had only gotten one brief look at his unmoving figure before the rest had whisked you straight out of the lab. There was very little time to explain how you had managed to get to the lab, especially while avoiding mentioning Robert being the one to get you there, and even less time for Hop and El to explain the brand new addition of Kali. A brief introduction was all they managed before the four of you found yourselves speeding out of there.
So much of the following hours turned into a mixed up blur. Ending up in a dirty old church, finding your way out of the upside down, and reuniting with the others - it should have left you filled with relief. Instead, your mind couldn’t get out of the confusion and uncertainty it still seemed to be overflowing with. There was only one person consistently filling it.
Even now hours later, as you move with Hop, El and Kali through the halls of the old Hawkins lab, a knot in your stomach twists and turns relentlessly. Knowing that Robert is actively hunting your friends was already upsetting. Knowing that he is likely very actively hunting you now too, now that you are guilty by association, unsettles you even further. When his hands had been all over you earlier, this had not exactly been how you had expected the rest of your day to go. Was it even still the same day? You’re already far too worked up and exhausted to even know.
Through it all, you still can’t quite bring yourself to stop feeling something for him. You wish that you could understand why. Maybe the memory of him being inside of you only hours ago had some part to play in this, or the fading smell of him still lingering on your skin.
Already pounding, your aching mind can’t help but get stuck on him. It has been since you met him. Now, the warm thoughts are replaced, though not yet fully disappeared. This constant paranoia of knowing he may be on his hunt has you looking over your shoulder as you move through the old lab. Hopper is leading the way to the room where you’ll apparently find a tank for El. Though no one seems to be around, there’s a feeling of being watched that you can’t quite shake no matter how hard you try, or how much you attempt to distract yourself.
***
The moment Murray had alerted you all to the military’s arrival, your heart had sank. Thoughts of how they had found you all, and who had found you all, had swirled around your mind. It had taken a lot of energy to resist the urge to grab a hold of the walkie talkie and ask Murray if he was there. Though Murray wouldn’t even know who exactly he was.
Before Murray’s announcement and right after getting out of the tank, El had looked at you strangely. Like she had found out something new. A tilt of her head and a tightly knitted brow had suggested some suspicion. It had worried you. Before the crackle of the walkie talkie coming to life, there had been a moment where you were sure she was going to ask you something, though the question was forcibly put straight on hold.
Even as you move quickly now through the halls, whenever you catch her eye, she still stares at you strangely. Only after a while do you notice that Kali is beginning to look at you the same.
It unsettles you. What had she seen inside that tank? Out of everyone, there was very little about you that could have been of any interest to this entire mission. You’ve had very little part in all of this. None of your actions, nor your memories could possibly be of any slight interest to her, and they would surely be of even less interest to Kali.
One thing does suddenly pop out in your thinking, and the idea only worries you further. Could she have seen your memories of Robert?
You almost stop dead when that realisation hits. What if she had snooped around your head the same way she had done to his?
There’s no time to dwell on any of this, and even less time to make sense of it. Hopper leads the way as soldiers' orders begin to echo off of the white covered walls of the lab. You can hear them somewhere overhead, on one of the many floors above you, though you wish you couldn't. All you can do is follow Hop and hope you don't meet them.
Through the various calls from the floor above, Robert's voice stands out amongst the many. There's no mistaking it. The voice that had whispered sweet promises to you only hours ago. Would he have ever bothered to keep them? Right now, you don't know. You start to think not. Maybe you would still be hiding in those woods, awaiting his return if you hadn’t disobeyed him. Your nails dig into your palms as you move, jaw tightening as you attempt to force yourself to ignore this newly uncertain feeling. To ignore him.
Tired feet continue to run while your exhausted mind remains stuck on him. There’s some strange form of irony you can’t help but find in it all. Enough so that if your life wasn’t very possibly on the line in this moment, you may even consider it funny. Something cruelly ironic about returning to the town you had run away from in the past, only to find yourself very literally running from a man you had found in it, and had only just started to trust.
This thought is quickly forgotten as you find your feet tripping while you run, and have to straighten yourself so as to not tumble. A shaky breath pushes you on, and you continue sprinting through the halls.
Just as Hop leads you all up one staircase, the shine of flashlights from the floor above sends you all spinning back around in the other direction. Down another hallway, yet another new one, another covered in that bright white shit that every room is somehow plastered with. You don't even know what it is - in your time on earth and very limited time in the upside down, you've never seen a material like it. The air in here feels thicker, somehow heavier than before as it enters your lungs, though you’re sure it’s only your own terrified mind causing it to feel that way.
Rushed steps bring the four of you barely a couple of feet down this hall before the sounds of El and Kali in agony suddenly stop you in your tracks. Spinning around, you see them both dropping down, hunched on the floor, hands flat against either side of their heads in some attempt to block out that painful noise. The soldiers could be on top of you all at any moment - the thought of getting caught out right now sends your system into a panic, and you swallow hard as your nails just dig in harder to your palms.
It feels useless, you feel useless, unable to do anything but just stand and stare, until Hop pipes up.
"We need to go- I'll take El, come on." His order is a clear one. Within a second, Hop throws El right over his shoulder as if the action costs him nothing. There's an expectancy in his gaze, and a reluctance in yours. You can't carry anyone as easily as that.
"But Hop, I can't- she can't walk, I can't carry-"
"I don't care how you do it, just do it."
A shaky breath fills your chest before you tear your eyes from his. Hop starts his way down the hallway, reminding you that this situation is urgent, as though you're not overwhelmingly aware of that already. The soldiers are silent now. This only adds to your panic. They’re on the prowl. Shaking hands help Kali up as best you can, pulling one of her arms over your shoulders, grabbing onto her as tight as you can in an effort to support her at your side.
Hop is off like a bolt the moment you have Kali up. Following him does not prove easy. You're much slower, and scared, though you trail behind him all the same. The task is difficult, frustratingly so, and a part of you wishes you had never bothered to leave your apartment in the first place.
Your night would have turned out much better if Robert had just stayed there with you when you had asked him to.
The memory of his warm touch sends a shudder straight through you. Not long ago you were wrapped up in his arms. Now, you're zipping through hallways, trying to escape while he's actively chasing you down. Robert had never felt intimidating or threatening to you before, but the thought of the Lieutenant now stalking the halls shoots adrenaline through your veins like a drug. Every time you think of him, your stomach only twists more.
Another groan from Kali reminds you of your current urgency. You try to breathe deeply as you attempt to support as much of her as you can.
"C'mon," you're not even sure if Kali can hear your feeble encouragement, with the way her face is scrunched up in pain as you move further down the hall. You're practically dragging her, her feet trailing along the smooth floor. The further you go, the quicker your heart races, and you only hope the sound doesn’t echo off the cold walls. "Nearly there, c'mon..."
You're not even sure where there is. There's no telling how far you'll have to go to get away from whatever it is that causes this pain for both girls. Whatever the hell the military is using, it's strong, and as far as you are concerned, it's bullshit.
With El still thrown over his shoulder, Hop turns quickly to look at your weak attempt of helping. The ex-chief doesn’t even try to hide his disapproval.
"Come on," Hop's encouragement is a little less gentle than yours had been, the words hissed out. After a moment of watching you drag Kali along, he huffs. "Sit her against the wall. I'll go put El down somewhere safe. You go stay with El, I'll come back for her."
You want to refuse - leaving Kali alone in this hall could be dangerous, even if you'll only be a few steps away - though you know such a resistance would be pointless. By now you've come to the conclusion that it's much easier to agree with Hop than to not.
"I'm sorry," gently as you can, you ease the still hurting Kali to the floor. You hear Hop's footsteps rush down the hall, searching for a safe space to put El. You know that if you don't follow him now, he'll be scarier to deal with than the actual military. Scarier than Robert, the predator on his hunt. "Hop is coming. Just wait. Wait here. Ok?"
Kali doesn't respond. She doesn't seem to even register you speaking. Her now free hands have gone straight back to clasping either side of her head, eyes screwed shut in a very unsuccessful attempt to ease her discomfort. A guilt bubbles inside you as you begin to walk away from her, and you can only hope that Hop is quick.
It doesn't take long to find the room he's stowed El in, the poor girl hunched against the wall just like Kali had been outside. Hop barely acknowledges you when you arrive. He passes you in the doorway with barely a glance. There's an unspoken understanding that you should just shut up and look out for El, and so you defeatedly decide to do just that. There's no point in arguing with Hop, and especially not when El is in danger. You have no choice now but to throw yourself down like the spare tool you had avoided being.
Then, just moments after Hop has left and just as you've thrown yourself down next to El, the sudden sound of gunshots echo through the halls. Reflex makes you cover your own ears at the noise. Tired eyes widen as your racing mind attempts to calm itself, though such an effort is wasted. Clearly, someone has found Hop and Kali, and they don't seem to want to play clean. You shut your eyes as the bullets continue to rain, trying to ignore the tremble coursing through every bone in your body.
After a moment, everything stills. The guns no longer fire. The only voice you can hear is a faint whisper of Hop's, though you can't make out what he's saying. It’s reassuring when you notice he doesn't sound pained. Maybe his firing had been in defence, and maybe he's won. It's just a relief to know the gunshots didn't take him. You hope his low words are spoken to Kali, and only Kali.
Then just as you’ve allowed yourself to relax just slighty, there’s a grunt, and a sound like someone falling to the floor. Your body tenses again when your ear picks up a different voice.
A very different voice you know too well.
"And I got you."
Robert's voice is unmistakable. You're frozen where you are when you hear it, back pressed flush against the wall right behind you. There's almost a satisfaction woven through his words, as though he's proud of all that's happening.
As though the predator has just found one part of his prey.
In the short time you've known him, you've never seen Robert angry. You’ve seen him kind. Gentle. Aroused, and then determined. Not at all how he's acting out here - furious and threatening.
It's reasonable to assume that he'll be pissed, after the way he's been tied up and beaten, and you bite your cheek as you think of how badly he'll want revenge now that Hop is apparently at his mercy. You dread to think just how badly Hop was hit.
As desperately as you want to call out, to intervene or to calm him, you know you'll only make the whole thing worse. Robert is pissed, Hop is pissed - and the older man still doesn't even know that you know Robert, the very person hunting his adopted daughter down. Confessing this fact right now may not be the smartest idea in the world.
Lost in thought, you hadn't noticed how panicked you've quickly become. Your chest heaves as though you've just ran a marathon, and your heart certainly feels like it too. Sweat starts at the back of your neck, and your lips harshly quiver. Blinking quickly, you attempt to still your already shaking limbs, trembling knees coming up to press to your chest with your arms wrapped tight around them. Staying here makes you feel like a sitting duck, though you know you have no choice.
It all makes you feel useless, to be stuck in this room while god knows what is happening out there. As difficult as it may be, you know that you have to be careful, and you absolutely have to focus. It would be no use letting the military find El all because your mind was too caught up in the memories of the handsome soldier - especially when that very same man is the very one hunting her down.
You jump as you hear another body hit the floor, and bite your lip to hold back a gasp. Now, you can make out the sound of Kali groaning in pain. Robert's voice finds your ears again straight after.
"Tell me where the other freak is. Or this one dies right here, right now."
Your already racing heart picks up even more, thumping impossibly fast in your chest while the blood rushes in your ears. You don't even know Robert well enough to know if that's a threat he'll follow through with, though you pray that based on the very little you apparently do know of him, it's not.
"I don't know what you're talking about. It's just us!" Hopper's voice offers you some relief in knowing he's ok, though it's short lived. His attempt to reason gets him nowhere.
Your heart drops at the sound of another gunshot, though you feel a strange relief when Robert's voice follows it. The gun wasn't aimed at him. Your heart sinks to the floor as you notice how much you care about that, and even further as you wonder who it was aimed for.
"You think I'm playing a game here? Where is she?!"
The last part is almost a roar, and you can hear his voice clearly from down the hall as though he had yelled the words right beside you.
As though spurred on by the argument, El suddenly shifts beside you. Before you've even processed her movement she's clawed herself up, clearly determined and using every bit of energy she can, gripping on to any surface available in an attempt to make her way down the hall. Her sudden determination only serves to make you feel even weaker, curled up in your corner in fear.
"El, s-stop-"
You stretch your still shaking legs straight, shifting where you sit as you watch her. She doesn't listen. It's clearly taking everything inside her to even stand, let alone to move, and you're not even sure she can hear you in the first place. Trembling limbs take her slowly out of the room, and you scramble to your feet to try to help her.
If she won't listen to you and stop, then you know you have no choice but to follow. You do just that, moving up beside her and pulling one of her arms over your shoulders just like you had done for Kali.
Everything inside you is telling you not to keep going as you move down the hall. You know there could be soldiers anywhere. Your stomach twists yet again, and bile threatens to rise up your throat. Every step towards the room where Robert has Hop and Kali only makes your heart thump louder. It takes some focus to not let your shaking limbs drop El.
You're not even the one with the worst end of the deal here, yet you still want to cry. It's all so much, too much, and all you can think of is being back in your apartment with Robert once again. Your eyes prickle as you think about this, about how easy it had seemed. Before either of you knew of this shit. Before you got pulled directly into this shit. Even finding pleasure with him in that dingy old trailer was a million times better than any of this.
A realisation hits that you still want him in the same way you did. Guilt is very quick to follow that notion.
At this thought, the tears that had threatened to pour begin to do just that. With your arms supporting El, you can't even wipe them away. All you can do is let them stream. Teeth begin to chatter as your shoulders shake. You want to rewind time - whether it’s to when you had him pressed against you, or before you even knew him, you’re not totally even sure.
"One last chance." That painfully familiar voice fills your ears once again, closer now than before and even more unsettling. For a moment the sound of him makes you wonder if you're still stuck in a memory, and not this horrid reality. "Where is she?"
There's a pause. A pregnant one, a silence filling the room as Hop comes up with a response. You know he would never tell them where El is, and you would be hopeful that he would never tell them where you are either.
Not that it matters, now that you’re helping El to reveal yourselves to him anyway.
"Go to hell."
Hop is always a man of his word for the ones he loves. Of course he wouldn't give you or El's location up. Even if El is apparently prepared to do just that.
"Ok then."
You remember Kali, and Robert's seemingly promising threat against her. The certainty in Robert's statement makes you feel sick. Is he following through on that threat?
The sudden silence is worse than the previous angry words. El picks up her pace beside you, at least as much as she can, still whining in pain as she desperately scrambles to get to the room. This interaction you've both been eavesdropping on while making your way up the hall has clearly distressed her just as much as it has you.
You're finally almost to the door when a deafening bang fills the air, and it takes you a moment to realise what just caused it. An explosion from the room just ahead. It's the loudest sound you've ever heard. The both of you freeze side by side, ears ringing, and you can just about make out the sound of glass smashing and bodies falling in the room just steps ahead of you.
What the hell just happened?
You dread to think of what caused that bang, or who may be injured because of it. There’s barely a moment to consider this before you notice a weight suddenly disappear from your shoulders. El perks up beside you - whatever that blast was, it was all that was needed to finally get rid of her kryptonite. She moves freely now. Without a second thought or look behind she starts again towards the room.
You briefly wonder if her stubborn nature comes from Hop.
You can’t fully consider this in the panic. All you can do is follow helplessly behind her. She reaches the door just a moment before you do. You can barely even process the scene when you get there.
All you can process is chaos - soldiers scrambling to their feet, glass shattered everywhere, and Kali staring up at you from the floor in the middle of it all. You only have a second to register her, and Hop - who seems to be ok, but Kali certainly doesn't. She still looks as though she's aching even with the kryptonite now gone, face scrunched up as she looks at you, and your eyes are drawn to a slowly forming pool of blood just below her. Your knees feel just a little bit weaker at the sight of it.
You pray that that came from the blast, and not from the man you know most likely caused it.
In mere seconds, El has the necks of every soldier in the room snapped cleanly, each one dropping to the tile floor in sequence. In the very little you know of her, you've never known her to be so violent. Every soldier drops, except for the one who has just turned where he stands in order to survey the intruding attacker, blue eyes opening widely as they find yours and pierce through them. Eyes you had stared deeply into while in his flush embrace not long ago.
It’s so hard to fully register what you see as you look at him. You thought you had seen Robert angry earlier. When Hopper had tied him up and interrogated him, you thought that his raised voice and rough words were as far as his rage would go. The fight afterwards certainly can’t have helped, and you gasp when you eventually notice a large wound covering much of the side of his face. Surely a souvenir from Hopper - it’s fresh enough to be from the blast. It looks like it aches, and the skin around it stretches as his expression twists into one between disappointment and fury.
The switch in Robert’s demeanor heavily unsettles you. In a way, it even disturbs you. A small part of you wonders if his anger is worsened by the way you defied his earlier orders. Had you hidden somewhere safe just as he had asked, then you may not have been forced to face off like this.
You wonder if a trick of the light is to blame for the faint softness that he still seems to look at you with, even through the rage. Though hard to pick up, there’s a vague sense of regret hidden somewhere behind his expression. Even a slight sense of want, buried deep now within his stony exterior.
Despite that, even from where you remain stuck in the doorway, you can practically feel his blood boiling beneath the surface. His head tilts as he continues to take you in.
“Picked your side, huh?”
Robert's gaze is trained on you as he growls, barely regarding El initially, too focused on your presence in this godforsaken place. A hundred answers flash through you, not a single one sensible in your panicked mind. You're frozen in place as you hold his stare, teeth finding the inside of your cheek and nervously chewing it once again.
Trying to respond to such a question in this awful position feels impossible, though it feels much more like a statement from him than an ask. Instead, you find yourself remaining involuntarily mute.
After what feels like an eternity’s worth of seconds pass, Robert snaps out of his trance and finally fully registers El beside you. He raises his gun out of instinct but, as fast as he is, El is quicker. She always is. One hand raised in front of her keeps Robert held firmly in place, eyes now wide and lip faintly quivering as he becomes frozen under her power.
Like a fish out of water, your mouth opens to speak, but quickly snaps shut. Still no answers come to your tongue. It's like some strange kind of nightmare, one in which you cannot speak and you cannot move. You have to force with all your will to make your terrified body do either. There's not much use in reasoning with El, especially considering the fire you can very clearly see coursing through her, though you attempt to all the same.
"El, leave him-"
You watch in horror as his hand begins moving, turning his gun so that it begins to point to his chin. There's no way of him fighting against it under El’s influence. Out of the corner of your eye, Kali still stares at you. Were you not so panicked, you might notice the slight twitch of her fingers at her side, like a sorcerer quietly casting a spell.
"El, please just let me-"
Pleading will evidently get you nowhere. The gun still continues its path.
"El-"
The gun keeps turning. You want to move, either to help Robert or to push El down, but your feet are so stuck in place that you almost wonder if that white shit has sealed itself around them.
"El, please-"
Robert’s whole body is trembling. It's obvious that he's trying to fight with everything in him to not let her do this. To not let himself do this. A panicked, misty eyed glance in your direction is the last look he gives you.
You know well enough that there's no way of fighting once El has control.
A whisper draws your attention to El as the gun inches closer to Robert's chin, though you can barely hear her words as she speaks them, drowned out by ringing ears and a million thoughts scrambling in your head.
"I can see his thoughts… about how much he thought he could trust you."
One big bang before he drops to the ground, and you do so almost in unison. Knees hit the cold white tile as his back slams against it, lifeless body splayed out while the blood begins to pour.
You feel like you may puke.
You do.
You start calling his name out, screaming it out as though he'll be able to respond to it. It doesn't register to you that he won't. You can't even hear it yourself, ears still buzzing from the shot, your heart pounding in them like a jackhammer.
Hands and knees scramble across the floor to claw your way to his side, strings of curses flowing out in between your sobs. You're sure you pick up some glass on your hands as you move, but there isn't a single fibre in your body that could care right now. Every part of you that worries what the others may think has disappeared too.
A trembling hand on either side of his face turns it towards your own. Paler than usual and completely still. Devoid of any life, though full of it moments ago. His empty blue eyes don't return your desperate gaze.
You press your ear to his chest for a heartbeat, but all you hear is your own pulse throbbing in your head. Robert's chest is silent. So painfully silent, as thought there was never any life in it at all. Defeated and in denial, you allow yourself to collapse on top of him, hands still feebly holding his face and your head still pressed to his chest as a sob tears through you. It's too late now to care about anyone watching. About anyone seeing you thrown across him in despair. About anyone seeing you care about him.
Whether they knew about the two of you or not, it clearly would have never mattered in the end.
What feels like forever passes exactly like that. In reality, it’s only a few quiet moments. Moments spent with your heaving body still thrown over him, making some meek attempt to decide what the hell you’re supposed to do now.
Then suddenly, you blink, and he's back. Still standing. Still alive. The absence of his body below you almost feels lonely, though not for very long. Robert stares at you from the centre of the room as he had done before, though now with an expression like a man who just got a personal visit from the grim reaper himself.
The bodies of his men are still scattered all around you. It takes you a moment to notice that they’re the only other bodies inside the room.
Hop, El, Kali - all three have disappeared. Into thin air, you think initially, until the thumping in your ears gives way to allow you to hear rushed footsteps further down the hall. A part of you wonders if you should follow, though you’re smart enough to know that there’s a reason you were left where you are.
When you piece the puzzle together, you remember the brief explanation you were given of Kali’s power. With the strange and suspicious looks she and El had been giving you all throughout the lab, it all suddenly begins to click. Somewhere, in some part of the dark void El had gone to in that tank, she had seen some sort of evidence of your feelings for Robert.
You feel uncomfortable at the thought that she may have seen more than just your feelings.
A sudden tension fills you as you realise you may have just been used as a form of bait - a distraction to keep the scary army man from hurting any of the others. You would think it to be a betrayal, had you not so desperately and guiltily wanted to get back to Robert all along, and had it not seemingly worked in everyone’s favour.
Much closer footsteps snap you out of your detective moment. Only now do you register Robert standing much closer, and you’re forced to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. This close, you can make out the wound much better - it’s a burn, a very deep one, and the thought of such pain sends a shiver running through you. It was clearly barely cleaned before he was sent straight out on his hunt yet again. You find it hard to take your eyes off of it.
Robert’s expression suggests that he doesn’t enjoy you inspecting it.
“I don’t know what the fuck that was, or how the fuck I just-” Died? - you finish his sentence mentally. Robert still stares at you, jaw tense as his eyes turn glassy. You notice a tremble return to his lip. His stress suggests he just saw some version of the same vision you did. “Tell me where they’re gone, and while we follow them you’re gonna explain what the hell just happened.”
Swallowing hard, you do your best to put on a brave face and nod. Instead, your eyes sting yet again as you register the situation. As you register what you would swear you just experienced, was it not for the fact of Robert standing very much alive before you.
“I-I don’t know what just…” You trail off, and expect your useless response to leave him angrier, but you can’t force out much more just yet. All it does is have the opposite effect. Blue eyes soften at the sight of your own welling up. Robert’s own body betrays him, shoulders dropping as his jaw softens. You bring a shaking hand to cover your face, and his brow scrunches at the sight.
Robert doesn’t know what to do, and you can tell. His large hands fiddle on either side of him. He opens his mouth, words now coming a little softer so as to not poke at you, though you barely let him get them out. “Did you see-“
“You just fucking died!” A sob shakes your body, and you stop making any attempt to gather yourself. You’re so overtired, so overwhelmed, so sick of holding things back. This seems to have been enough to push you finally over the edge. You give up on that attempt of a brave face. “I just saw you! I-I just saw you shoot yourself!”
Watching his stiff body fall was like a reality check in the harshest possible form.
His iron exterior finally snaps. Long arms betray his cold front even further by finding themselves around you. It’s not the first time he’s seen you cry, though this is the first time you’ve felt his body shake along with yours. You think you hear him sniffle. You’re very sure you hear him sob, though it’s hard to tell when his arms wrap around you even tighter, pressing your wet face to his chest.
It takes some time for either of you to feel capable of even speaking. Even longer to feel like you can move. By the time you attempt to follow the others, you’re certain Robert isn’t even following them on his hunt anymore. It seems more like the reality of losing every one of his men has hit him, driven home even harder by the reality of almost losing himself. He takes much more care when walking alongside you now, far more concerned than before with making sure that you’re alright beside him.
The shell of a solider now seems much more focused on getting the two of you home.
Home, or at least back to your apartment, as long as it’s out of this hell hole.
It must be so damn weird being a celebrity who suddenly gets a following
Like one day you’re chilling under the radar, then the next day a bunch of random people are freaking out over 15 year old photos of you that you probably forgot even existed
It must be so damn weird being a celebrity who suddenly gets a following
Like one day you’re chilling under the radar, then the next day a bunch of random people are freaking out over 15 year old photos of you that you probably forgot even existed
