Warning- Angst, SLOWBURN, Violence, LONG CHAPTER! Heartbreak and talks of death.
Pairing- Jean Kirstein x reader, Reiner Braun x reader
Episodes- 1x13-1x16
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There’s nights, specifically the recent nights, where you have nightmares of being back underground. With Furlan and Isabel. Only them. More specifically with their dead bodies.
It’s weirdly vivid, and pitch dark. You knew that if someone were to ask you to describe the dream, you could give them every aspect of the cold and dark room, of every spot on the wooden ceiling, of every ridge on the floor boards. You could describe the humid, dirt, death, rotting stench that is uniquely tied to the underground. Even if it was supposed to be dark in the nightmare, you could describe Furlan and Isabel bodies exactly as they were splayed on the ground, with their pool of blood staining the floor surrounding them. Almost as if it was a past memory.
Their lifeless eyes were engraved to your mind, the dim picture of their wounded bodies haunted you. The cruel darkness swallowed you and the dirty corner you were curled by, trapped you in place so you were forced to keep seeing them.
When you would manage to wake from the nightmare, you would search for your candlelight, or the moonlight peeking through the window to remind yourself that you weren’t in the underground anymore. That their bodies weren’t by your feet.
Even if the nightmare felt oddly familiar though, like you had lived some aspect of that trauma in your past. But you couldn’t place it. It just played as a cruel nightmare now.
A/N- Hope you guys liked this chapter!! I loved writing it :)
Warning- swearing, violence, fluff, LONG CHAPTER (sorry)
Pairing- Steve Harrington x Hopper!reader
Episodes- 2x06, 2x08
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“And I told you can’t talk to her no more, I—”
You open your bedroom wider and peek your head out the creak to hear the conversation your mother was having.
“Five months. Five months! Her birthday passed and nothing! She—I am raising her! What are you doing?” Your mothers hand slams on the wall and she turns her body slightly, causing you to pull back and hastily push the door to leave only the smallest creak left so you could hear the conversation you knew she was having with your father based on the yelling. You were young but you knew.
“I am! Fucking damn it Hopper! No! No! You will not take her away you hear me she is my daughter! Mine!”
At the sound of her words your heart drops to your stomach and your breath hitches, you open the door wider but that’s when she hears the creak and stiffens completely to turn to face you.
