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The Brokenhearted - Chapter 3 (Stranger Things AU)
~Eleven~
I sit up in my new bedroom, unable to lie down, unable to think straight or stop worrying. My sister, Kali, actually wanted me to kill someone, someone with a family, and it didn’t mean anything to her at all. She said I still should have killed the guy for everything he did to her. I mean, I’ve killed before, but it was for the protection of my friends. My close friends who took care of me when I was being hunted down. Maybe having what’s called a family doesn’t mean anything to Kali. Maybe she’s in a terrible place with these people and she’s never been properly taken care of, like I was.
Nearly killing that guy with the family makes me think though. I can’t stop worrying about Hopper. I was terrible to him, and he was nothing but protective over me. I can’t believe I didn’t realize he was just trying to keep me safe, because he cares. I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t want me around, and he’s
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The Brokenhearted - Chapter 2 (Stranger Things AU)
~Jim Hopper~
“Hopper?”
I stir slightly in my bed, but I don’t wake up.
“H... Hop?”
Someone gives my shoulder a really careful push.
“Mmhm?” I mutter, not even really knowing if I’m talking to anyone.
That same person grabs my shoulders and shakes them viciously. “Hopper, wake up,” they say.
Groaning from the pain in my back, I slowly sit myself up, every section of my spine cracking. Everything’s blur; my eyes crusted in my sleep from having done so much crying. I give them a rub so I can see clearly. The room’s still dark, that’s obvious. But a familiar face shows up once my vision is cleared out.
“Oh my God...”
My heart sprouts wings and there are butterflies in my stomach as hope wells up inside of me. A young girl stands beside my bed, dressed in a black, leather jacket, blue jeans, and black converse that I know she didn't get from me. She’s got short, curly hair that’s bee
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The Brokenhearted - Chapter 1 (Stranger Things AU)
~Jim Hopper~
    It hurts so much.
    My whole body’s in a state of sickness. It has nothing to do with getting caught in the Upside Down like that, not at all. It’s not that kind of sick. You’d probably look at me and think I have a flu or something. My body’s always hot, and it hurts to move. I have a constant, pounding headache. My stomach hurts twenty-four-seven. At least once a day, I’m kneeling in front of my toilet throwing up, even if I have nothing inside to throw up. Often times, it’s usually just stomach bile that comes up, seeing as I haven’t been eating much. Sometimes I run a temperature, sometimes I don’t. Depends on the weather, I guess. To top it all off, I can’t keep a steady sleep cycle for the life of me. Sometimes, I’m in such agony that I can’t even go to work at the station. I’m a wreck.
    Joyce Byers is begging me to please, please,
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Stay Positive (The New Day FanFiction)
It hasn’t been a good night for The New Day. After losing a three-on-three to The Shield in the WWE Christmas Tournament, and the fact that there isn’t one restaurant on the block of their hotel that isn’t totally full or closed tonight doesn’t help. Looks like there won’t be any calm-the-anger drinks. No one is in a particularly good mood.
But the most angered out of all three WWE Superstars is Kofi Kingston. He feels as though their loss was his fault, because Roman Reigns was able to catch him and pin him down, and from there, things went downhill. It was a friendly competition and all, considering it is almost Christmas, but it still sucks that they lost. It was a pretty big once-a-year tournament and there were a lot of fans cheering the three of them on and would have loved to see them win, and the loss was enough to get Kofi aggravated. Not only that, but he’s starving to the point where his stomach hurts. Tonight couldn’t be any more ir
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Warm and Fuzzy Hugs (Finn Balor and Bayley FanFic)
~Finn Bálor~
He really gave it to me this time.
We weren’t even in the ring. I think Bray Wyatt was drunk or something, because he was droning on and on about how he’d come after me, and how he’ll claim my championship, and that I’m nothing compared to him. A “cotton ball,” if you will. He wasn’t even acting for any cameras. The whole time he yelled, I could feel the Demon heating up, taking great offense to what Bray was saying. I could feel him wanting to take control and beat the living shit out of Bray when he said that the Demon doesn’t even exist; I’m just “acting” whenever the Demon comes out and he isn't actually an entity that lives within me.
I’m gonna kill him, Bálor, the Demon kept telling me. He’s dead to us.
Trying to calm Bray down and keep the Demon in check, I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and told him, “Chill out, mate. You’re really drunk, la
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Low to A Whisper (K'Naan FanFiction)
    Being a nursing student in college is hard.
    Especially when you’re in New York University. Where everyone just expects you to know what you’re doing, and to be on top of things, just because you attend a top college. All that school shit really starts to stress a girl out!
    So when my two best friends and I got passes to go to Neon Lights Music Mashup, I was pumped. Especially because I knew that Keinan Abdi Warsame was going to be performing; I love K’Naan, and I find his music to be extremely inspiring. That’s actually what’s been getting me through this rough, first year of college, to be honest. I get a weekend to be away from stressing out over exams and schoolwork, and nursing labs at five-star hotel, and I get to see K’Naan!
   
    Macie, Lucille and I arrive at The St. Regis hotel on Fifth Avenue and drop off our bags. I don’t know about my girlfriend
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May the Best Woman Win (DC Universe FanFiction)
    Harley Quinn and Halle Berry sit in their shared prison cell one late night, flipping through their stashes of Cosmopolitan and Vogue magazines for fashion ideas. Now, being in prison isn’t all bad for the two villainous ladies; they do have a secret escape route through a broken window that isn’t too high out of reach if they both help each other. Besides, it’s an easy reach for Halle with her feline-like abilities. It’s awesome, because none of the guards know about it; Harley and Halle and get out for a while, and they were able to scrounge up the magazines they have, as well as some makeup and new outfits to keep them entertained while they’re locked away.
There’s only one problem: when they escape, they can’t go out and cause any trouble, like they’re born to do. They’ll more than likely get caught. Then they’ll be separated. And put into a padded cell. With no escape window
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Pretty Lil' Thing (Suicide Squad FanFiction)
~Tatsu Yamashiro~
    Rick was nice enough to let the others out of jail a while, and he brought us all to this really nice hotel for a few nights. It’s probably one of the nicest places I’ve been, even more pretty than anything I’ve seen in Tokyo. In the pool room that we’re in right now, the water’s creamy warm and the clearest shade of aquamarine, reflecting the image of the diamond chandeliers hanging above it, as well as the false palm trees around the edge of it. If it weren’t for the white, marble flooring, it might be something like a beach.
    Tonight, most of the guys are in the pool swimming, tackling each other like guys do. Chato Santana sits on the edge with his feet in the water, kicking water at them if they try to pull him in. KC’s enjoying himself, of course, staying below the surface of the water and attempting to drown the others. Rick himself and June are on the other side of the room s
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Ain't No Monster (Suicide Squad FanFiction)
~Chato Santana~
    This is dangerous as fuck.
    This whole war, I mean, it’s stupid. It’s not our war to be fighting and we still are. I don’t even like any of these guys. They’ve been teasing me... Obviously I’m not going to let that bother me. Why should I? I’m not going to use the pyrotechnics, they can’t fucking make me.
    I’ve already been hurt. I was nearly crushed by tonnes of debris, and now I’m paralyzed. At least I think I am... I can’t move a muscle, not without pain.
    But do any of them notice?
    Nah. ‘Course they don’t. Too busy worrying about themselves, about killing the enemies. Or their “puddin’.” Fuck, I’m disgusted. I want to be helped, I don’t care who I’m helped by, I’m almost in more physical pain than I’ve ever been in my whole life. Shooting strains run
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You Just Made the List
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You know what happens to people who make me angry?
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“No, silly,” David responded.
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~Eleven~

I sit up in my new bedroom, unable to lie down, unable to think straight or stop worrying. My sister, Kali, actually wanted me to kill someone, someone with a family, and it didn’t mean anything to her at all. She said I still should have killed the guy for everything he did to her. I mean, I’ve killed before, but it was for the protection of my friends. My close friends who took care of me when I was being hunted down. Maybe having what’s called a family doesn’t mean anything to Kali. Maybe she’s in a terrible place with these people and she’s never been properly taken care of, like I was.
Nearly killing that guy with the family makes me think though. I can’t stop worrying about Hopper. I was terrible to him, and he was nothing but protective over me. I can’t believe I didn’t realize he was just trying to keep me safe, because he cares. I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t want me around, and he’s glad to have his space back. He’s lived on his own for a long time, and I have to wonder if he's enjoying the cabin all to himself and doesn’t miss having to nag me all the time. I really hope that isn’t true. I never really realized how much I missed Hopper until now. I miss him so much. I almost feel cold without him. He's like a real father, and I was lucky that I found him after returning to the upside down. There’s no man I would have rather run into. Now I barely know how to feel without him.
Even if Hopper is still angry with me, which he has every right to be, I still want to check on him. See if I can talk to him. Sighing heavily, I collapse backwards into my bed, and close my eyes, focusing on where he is. The only thought on my mind is Hopper. Where he is. His location in this world.
The world goes dark, and I find myself standing in the middle of it. For a few moments, I look around for a presence, and eventually, I find it. The bed in Hopper’s room back in the cabin. And I can tell that Hopper himself is buried under the covers. He must be asleep.
Very quietly, I pace over to the bed, and peer over. I was right; Hop’s fast asleep, lying down on his stomach. Dressed in the black sweatpants and gym socks, chest bare. But he doesn’t look anything like the tough, assertive Hopper everyone knows. His hair isn’t combed at all; it’s frizzy and spiked and sticking out in all directions. His face is pale, almost as pale as I am naturally, but it makes him look sickly. Dark circles shadow his eyes, and his nose is swollen and bright red. One arm clutches onto his pillow, and the other rested limply in front him and bent at the elbow.
Concentrating even harder, I picture myself inside of his head, and I find that I’m standing in his bedroom, right beside his bed. He’s beginning to dream, I can tell; that’s the only way I got here. It feels so real for me... So I must be able to interact with him, even though I’m not physically there.
Very gently, as not to wake up his real body, I lean down and whisper into his ear. “Hopper?”
He moves slightly, pulling his pillow in a little closer, still asleep.
I give him a light shake. “H... Hop?”
He gives me an answer this time... I know he can hear me now and nothing in the conscious world can wake him up. “Mmhm?”
Desperate to see him, I grab both of his shoulders, and shake him wildly, letting his neck go. “Hopper, wake up.”
Hopper makes a sleepy noise, and slowly pushes himself off of his stomach and into a sitting position with his hands. He squeezes his eyes shut, then gives them a careful rub, blinking a few times to clear out his vision. When he looks up at me, his eyes radiate that of hope. “Oh my God...” he whispers, voice sounding like it hurts him to talk. He shakes his head in disbelief, mouth opening and closing with shock, like he can’t think of anything to say. His eyes begin to water and his lip puckers as he whispers again, “My God...” He’s going to cry... Hopper’s gonna cry. I’ve never seen him cry before and I know that if he cries, I’m going to cry too.
“No,” I tell him, shaking my head and trying to give him that reassuring look he used to give me all the time. “Don’t be sad.”
Hopper quickly wipes the tears from his eyes. “No, no, don’t worry, kid, I’m not sad,” he says. “Just real happy to see you is all. I was real worried.”
For some reason, I can’t stop looking at his nose. It’s so red... There must be something wrong with him. He must have been wiping it a lot or something. Very softly, afraid to hurt him, I reach out, and touch it, hoping that’ll make it feel better. “You don’t... Look good,” I mutter. Of course, I don’t mean not pretty. He’s pretty. He just isn’t himself, and it’s kind of concerning.
Hopper sighs heavily. “I’m really sick, kid. Made myself sick worrying over you,” he tells me. “My stomach always hurts... I got a migraine. Fever. I’ve been vomiting every day.”
Vomiting. I don’t know if Mike, Dustin or Lucas ever taught me that word. I think hard for a minute for a definition, but I can’t think of one. That one’s new to me. “What’s vomiting?” I ask Hopper.
He grins, always happy to teach me new words. “It’s when all the food in my stomach goes back up my throat and out my mouth. Upchuck, or puke, some might call it.”
Ew. That doesn’t sound like he’s having a good time. I’ve never vomited before, but it doesn’t sounds like it feels good. “Sounds gross,” I say.
Hopper laughs softly. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s pretty gross. Feels pretty gross too,” he says.
I hope that if Hopper is vomiting a lot, it doesn’t mean he’s going to die from it or anything. Maybe it’s something he can heal from. “Will you be better?” I ask nervously, afraid of what the answer might be. “Did anyone try to fix you?”
Hopper nods, biting his lip. “Yeah, I’m alright. I tried to get help. Went to the doctor last week. They did some tests on me. I had to have my belly ultrasounded,” he explains. He purses his lips just then, looking into my scared eyes, knowing that I’m not really that fond of hospitals, considering everything I’ve been through. “But they didn’t do anything to hurt me. I want you to keep that in mind.” He takes a deep breath. “I think all I really needed was to know that you were okay, kid. I’m starting to feel better already.”
I nod. “Yeah. I’m okay,” I confirm, hoping that knowing I’ll survive where I am currently will give him some closure to feel all better.
Hopper just stares up at me from his bed, leaning against his pillow. As he does, I notice his ice blue eyes welling over in tears all over again. Unexpectedly, he pulls me in close to his chest. His body feels warm, almost too warm. His chest is pulsating against mine, and I can tell that he’s crying. “Goddamn it, I’m so sorry,” he says finally, breaking out in sobs. “I’m a fucking moron. I can’t believe I said those things to you. I was so scared that I lost you because of all the shit I spewed that day. I didn’t mean a word of it, and I hope you know that. I can’t afford to lose another daughter...” Daughter. I know that’s a family word. Hopper considers me his family...
Wanting to calm Hopper down before I get sad too, I place my hand over the back of his head, and lightly rub, hoping it’ll relax him. I know I liked that when Mike did it to me. “Shh. Stop,” I say soothingly. “I am sorry too. Didn’t mean to be a brat. Please. Don’t cry.” I know this isn’t all Hopper’s fault. We both did something wrong, and it’s clear that we’re both sorry about it. It’s nothing he needs to get upset over.
Finally, Hopper stops crying, resting his head against my shoulder and breathing heavily. When he looks back up at me, he shakes his head again. “I’m really glad you’re back,” he tells me.
A warm, happy feeling coming to my heart, I grin gently, leaning down and kissing his wet cheek, reaching down and holding his hand. “I am too. I don’t like when you’re sad,” I tell him. Reaching out, I try to wipe the tears away from his eyes with soft fingertips, but they just overflow as soon as they’re gone. Feeling tears sting my own eyes, I lean down, and try to kiss them, hoping it’ll make him feel better.
Chuckling, Hop squeezes my hand gently and leans in to kiss my cheek in return. “Sorry, kid. Can’t remember the last time I cried this much,” he says.
Stroking my hand over the facial hair on his cheek at an attempt to dry it, I ask him, “How come you cry so much?”
Hopper’s lip trembles like he’s going to cry again, but he’s smiling at the same time. “They’re happy tears. Don’t worry kid,” he says, voice cracked. “I’m happy to see you. Can’t even begin to explain how happy I am.”
A smile comes over my face, and a brightness lights me up from the inside out. “You are?” I whisper, elated that my fear of him wanting to live on his own again isn’t true.
“You bet, kid,” Hopper says, wiping his eyes once again.
I feel myself becoming so happy that I can barely handle myself. My smile becomes so big that tears find themselves slipping out and down my cheeks, just like Hopper. “I didn’t think you would miss me,” I say, voice shaking. “I thought you would be happier without me.”
Hopper’s eyes display a certain sadness, but he gives me that reassuring look I know so well. “I was ruined without you,” he says. “In fact, I was scared of the same thing. That you were in a better place, and you didn’t need me anymore. I hoped it wasn’t true... I missed you with every part of my soul.”
    Sobbing happily under my breath, I lift Hopper’s hand to my lips and give him a kiss on the back of the hand, placing its warmth against my face, where it feels good. “I need you, Hop.”
“Good,” he says, placing his palm against my face and holding it there under mine. “Because I need you too.” And that means the world to me. We can’t live without one another. Nothing could ever separate us emotionally, and that makes me feel safe. Hop protects me, and I take care of him in return.
Hoping it’ll help us both stop crying a little, I sit down beside the bed and tell Hopper where I am right now, and everything I just did with Kali and her friends. How I almost killed that man with the family, and how simply thinking of Hopper made me stopped. “I almost did it, Hop,” I tell him, voice barely coming out. “I almost choked him to death, and I know I can’t take it back.”
He shakes his head gently. “The important thing is that you stopped,” he tells me. “And I’m glad you did. Even more glad that you were thinkin’ of me. Shows that you’re a smart girl and you remember everything I taught you.”
I nod, looking down with a gentle smile, though, it fades seconds later. “I’m still in so much danger, Hopper,” I tell him. “I could still get caught, we were being hunted. I-I’m scared, Hopper.”
Something about that makes Hopper all sad inside again, because he bursts into tears all over again, and holds me against his shoulder. “No... No, you’re safe now. You’re safe with me. I won’t let them hurt you, okay? Everything’s going to be okay.” He tells me over and over, making both himself and me feel better. In my mind, I tell myself that I have to get back to Hopper... As soon as I leave here, I need to go back to Hawkins to be with Hopper. We need each other more than anything.
Upset inside that we’re not physically together, I begin to cry tears of sadness, just wanting to be back with my real family: the family I made for myself. With Mike and Hopper and all the others. Petting Hopper’s hair again and giving his cheek another kiss, I think of something funny. Something that would make us both stop crying. I remember one time when we were walking through the woods and trying to find the Upside Down, Dustin leaned over, and slapped Lucas on the arm, just because.
“Ow!” Lucas cried out. “What the Hell was that for, Dustin?”
“What?” Dustin responded. “That didn’t hurt.”
Lucas rubbed his shoulder. “Dude, yes it did. That was a dick move,” he said.
Dustin snorted. “Don’t be such a crybaby.”
I remember turning to Mike and asking him, “What is crybaby?”
Mike smiled. “It’s someone who cries a lot because they’re really sensitive. Or complains often.” He turned to give Lucas a dirty look.
Smiling to myself through my tears, I say to Hopper, “Crybaby.”
Just as I had hoped, it gets Hopper to smile, even laugh a little. “Heh. Yeah, I can be a pretty big crybaby sometimes,” he says. Looking back up, I return the smile to him, glad we’ve both got our minds off of being sad for now.
I find myself interested in what was going on with Hopper. Since he was vomiting, Will’s mom made Hop go to the doctor, where they took care of him, and tried to figure out what was going on with him. I’ve never heard of an ultrasound before, but Hopper tells me it didn’t hurt him. He was lying down on his back across that bed they have at hospitals, and the doctor used some gel on his stomach that let him see into his stomach on a computer. But it didn’t hurt... And that’s the important part.
I touch his stomach, afraid that it’s still hurting. Just in case, I make sure to keep my touch light. “Is it okay?”
“It’s okay,” Hop reassures me. “The doctor didn’t find anything that was making it upset.”
I rest my head down on Hopper’s bare chest, where I can give my neck a rest. Mike used to let me put my head on his shoulder when we were sitting on his couch in the basement. “Good,” I say. When I quiet down, I hear something inside of Hopper’s chest. A gentle, rhythmic tapping. It’s a really soothing sound. Somehow, it reminds me of life. It really is a beautiful sound, and it makes me a little sleepy.
“I like that sound,” I tell Hopper.
He grins down at me rested against his chest gently. “What? My heart?” he asks.
His heart. I’ve always known that the heart exists, and it beats to keep living things alive. But I’ve never heard it beat before. This is the first time, and it’s such a soothing noise. Very steady, very quiet. “Yeah,” I respond.
Hopper places a hand on my back reassuringly. “The sound of someone’s heart is pretty relaxing.”
For a long while, as I just lie across his chest and listen to his heart, Hopper pets my curly hair, as I pet his beard in return, knowing that he kind of liked it earlier. I don’t know about Hopper, but being taken care of so well is making me a bit sleepy. We’re both in a happy place, there for each other. And soon enough, we’ll be together in person, and I’ll be even happier, at home, where I belong. I’ll be back in the cabin with Hopper, and later on, I can see Mike, and...
In the midst of my thoughts, there’s a gunshot, and I know it’s from my end of reality. The police have caught up to us. Much to my horror, it pulls me out of Hopper’s dream, and back into the dark world. At the same time, it wakes up Hopper, and I see him. And just like that, the police breaking in has become the least of my concerns.
I watch as Hopper sits up sharply, and looks around the room with a fear I’ve never seen before in his eyes. He looks terrified. “No... No, that couldn’t have been a dream,” he breathes, voice shaking. “It wasn’t a dream, it couldn’t have been! El can’t still be gone!”
I feel as tears of panic and upset fill my eyes, and my breathing speeds up as I watch Hopper. I shake my head, needing to get back to him. I need him to go back to sleep so I can talk to him again.
Desperate, I pace back over to the bed. “Hop... Hopper, I’m here. I’m not gone,” I tell him, voice shaking just as much as his is. “It wasn’t just a dream, I’m here. I’m really here, you weren’t just dreaming.”
But he can’t hear me, just like no one else can when I’m in the dark world. He curls himself into a ball, and he starts to scream out for me. “El!! I need you, El!” His body starts to shake and he’s breathing faster than I thought anyone could. “I couldn’t have been dreaming! It wasn’t a dream! It was real!!”
“Hopper!!”
I scream out, trying to hold his face so he’ll look at me. But as soon as I make contact, he fades away, and I’m all alone... And so is Hopper.

Opening my eyes to find Kali yelling at me that we need to move because the cops are here, I obey her and follow. But getting away from the cops isn’t what I care about. I just want to get back to Hawkins and go home. This isn’t the life I want to live, not with these people.

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The Brokenhearted - Chapter 3 (Stranger Things AU)
This short series here would ideally take place after Season 2 Episode 6. What are Hopper's thoughts when he goes home to find that Eleven's gone? He's just lost the one thing that really means the most to him deep down inside. And it's tearing him from the inside out, to the point where he's nearly sick from it.

This chapter is basically Chapter 2, but from Eleven's point of view :dummy:

~Index

Chapter 1 ~ fav.me/dbvc6ef
Chapter 2 ~ fav.me/dbvr1lj
Chapter 3 ~ :star:
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~Jim Hopper~

“Hopper?”
I stir slightly in my bed, but I don’t wake up.
“H... Hop?”
Someone gives my shoulder a really careful push.
“Mmhm?” I mutter, not even really knowing if I’m talking to anyone.
That same person grabs my shoulders and shakes them viciously. “Hopper, wake up,” they say.
Groaning from the pain in my back, I slowly sit myself up, every section of my spine cracking. Everything’s blur; my eyes crusted in my sleep from having done so much crying. I give them a rub so I can see clearly. The room’s still dark, that’s obvious. But a familiar face shows up once my vision is cleared out.
“Oh my God...”
My heart sprouts wings and there are butterflies in my stomach as hope wells up inside of me. A young girl stands beside my bed, dressed in a black, leather jacket, blue jeans, and black converse that I know she didn't get from me. She’s got short, curly hair that’s been greased back and big, curious brown eyes that are caked in dark makeup. Eleven... She isn’t dressed anything like the Eleven I know, but it’s really her...
My eyes get all teary and my lip starts to tremble. “My God...” I whisper again, throat hurting a bit too much for speaking out loud.
Eleven looks really worried all of a sudden. “No,” she says. “Don't be sad.”
I shake my eye, wiping my eyes with my wrist. “No, no, don’t worry, kid, I’m not sad,” I reassure her. “Just real happy to see you is all. I was really worried.”
Eleven reaches out and touches my reddened nose, touch as delicate as a butterfly’s. “You don't... Look good,” she tells me.
I sigh, nodding. “I’m really sick, kid,” I explain. “Made myself sick worrying over you. My stomach always hurts... I got a migraine. Fever. I’ve been vomiting every day.”
Eleven knits her eyebrows. “What’s... Vomiting?” she asks, interested in the new word I just said.
I chuckle. “It’s when all the food in my stomach goes back up my throat and out my mouth,” I explain, though, it makes me feel kind of sick all over again. “Upchuck, or puke, some might call it.”
El makes a face. “Sounds gross,” she responds.
I nod. “Yeah... Yeah, it’s pretty gross. Feels gross too,” I agree.
Though, I can still tell El is worried. “Will you... Be better?” she asks. “Did anyone try to fix you?”
I nod gently. “Yeah, I’m alright. I tried to get help... So I went to the doctor last week. They did some tests on me. I had to have my belly ultrasounded. But they didn’t do anything to hurt me, I want you to keep that in mind,” I explain to her, trying to make it sound the least scary as possible. “Think all I really needed was to know that you were okay, kid. I’m starting to feel better already.”
El nods in confirmation. “Yeah. I’m okay,” she reassures me.
Just looking at her makes me wonder how she doesn’t hate me. Tears welling up all over again, I pull her in for a tight hug, and just hold her, knowing I’m the luckiest douchebag ever that she even came back to see me. “Goddamn it, I’m so sorry,” I sob into her shoulder. “I’m a fucking moron. I can’t believe I said those things to you. I was so scared that I lost you because of all the shit I spewed that day. I didn’t mean a word of it, and I hope you know that. I can’t afford to lose another daughter...” At first, I almost can’t believe I just described Eleven as my “daughter.” But come to think of it, she really is. I’ve treated her like one. I love her like one. Whether she knows it or not, she has become my daughter.
As I cry, Eleven buries her fingers into my unruly, blonde hair. “Shh. Stop,” she tells me as I continue on rambling and blubbering through tears. “I am sorry too. Didn’t mean to be a brat.” She scratches my hair softly, and it feels good. “Please. Don't cry.” Sniffling, I finally stop crying, and rest my forehead against her shoulder, letting her scratch my hair the way she is.
After a while, we pull away, and we just look at each other lovingly. “I’m really glad you’re back,” I whisper.
El leans down, and leaves a gentle kiss on my cheek. “I am too,” she says simply, and I know that she really is. She frowns, reaching down and holding my hand. “Don't like when you're sad.” With her free hand, she wipes the stray tears from my cheeks. It doesn't work; more tears of happiness run freely from my eyes. Giving up, El squeezes my hand tight and kisses the tears on my cheeks away.
I tighten my grip on her hand, leaning forward in bed and returning the kiss to her cheek. “Sorry, kid,” I chuckle. “Can't remember the last time I cried this much.”
El softly scratches through my beard, which feels even better than when she was scratching my scalp. “How come you cry so much?”
My chin creases, but I’m still smiling. “They’re happy tears. Don't worry kid,” I reassure her. “I’m happy to see you. Can’t even begin to explain how happy I am.”
El’s eyes light up. “You are?”
I nod, giving my eyes an extra wipe. “You bet, kid.”
Eleven’s own eyes start to well up in joy as well. “I didn't think you would miss me,” she whispers, voice shaking. “I thought you’d be happier without me.”
My heart cracks one last time at the sound of that, but I shake my head, looking into El’s teary, brown eyes. “I was ruined without you,” I tell her. “In fact, I was scared of the same thing. That you were in a better place, and you didn’t need me anymore. I hoped it wasn’t true... I missed you with every part of my soul.”
A tear runs down El’s cheek as she brings my knuckles to her lips and gives them another soft kiss. “I need you, Hop,” she whispers, keeping my hand pressed against her cheek.
I nod. “Good. Because I need you too,” I tell her. Turning my hand over, I cup her face in my hand as she continues to gently hold it there. Her hand is tiny compared to mine... Just like my daughter’s were. I remember the days when my daughter was dying of cancer in the hospital, and I would hold her delicate, little hand while she slept.
Eleven kneels down beside my bed, and she tells me everything about where she was, and what happened to her. She was in Chicago, with her sister from Hawkins lab, and a bunch of other people who kill the “bad men” for revenge. They brought her to a house to kill the guy that messed up her Mama -- Terry Ives, I suppose -- , and she almost did... She had him suffocating by the neck, and he was seconds from dying but something made her stop. This guy had a family... Kids. She wasn’t going to kill a guy with a family, even if Kali, her sister, was mad that she didn’t, and thought that she should have killed him for her sake. Seeing that guy who had a wife and kids... It reminded Eleven of me... She had to come back and find me. But the part that breaks my heart the most is that Eleven says she’s still in a lot of trouble. She could get caught... I don’t know what she means by that. She could mean her sister... The “bad men.” I don’t give a damn about what it means, it scares the living hell out of me that she’s still thinking like this.
Breaking down in tears all over again, I hug her around the shoulders. “No... No, you’re safe now. You’re safe with me,” I whisper to her, lip quivering. “I won’t let them hurt you, okay? Everything’s going to be okay.”
Eleven starts crying right with me though, she gives me a big kiss on the cheek to try to make me feel better, then goes back to scratching my scalp, seeing as I liked that earlier. “Crybaby,” she mutters.
That gives me a pretty good chuckle. “Heh. Yeah, I can be a pretty big crybaby sometimes,” I agree.
Eleven lifts her head up and grins, and I know that she was trying to lighten the mood. Cheer us both up a little. It worked... She’s so much smarter than I imagine most would give her credit for.
Taking both of our minds off of being upset for a little bit, Eleven asks with interest what was up with me. “Does...  An ultrasound hurt?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Not at all. Just tickles a little,” I explain. “They put some gel on my stomach, and used what’s called a probe. The gel lets the probe send ultrasound waves through my skin, and... The doctor could see what was going on in my stomach on a screen. You can’t even feel it being done.”
Eleven gently places a hand on my stomach. “Is it okay?” she asks.
I nod gently. “It’s okay. The doctor didn’t find anything that was making it upset,” I reassure her.
“Good,” she says, resting her ear on my chest. For a long while, she listens to my beating heart, closing her eyes and letting it soothe her. She’s silent for a long while before whispering, “I like that sound.”
“What? My heart?” I question.
Eleven nods. “Yeah,” she answers.
I nod, smiling gently. “The sound of someone’s heart is pretty relaxing,” I agree. As I lie in bed and let Eleven listen to my heart, I’m reminded of my daughter.
One night, years ago, I woke up in bed with a start to find Sara standing above me, and she was in tears. “Daddy...” she whimpered. “I had a bad dream.”
I remember frowning, and stroking her blonde hair. “Aw, sweetie,” I whispered. “It’s all going to be alright. It was a just a dream, I’ll protect you.” I held out my arms to her. “Come here to me.”
Sara climbed up onto the bed with me, and I held her close, feeling her trembling slightly. She really must have been scared, and it broke my heart to see her this scared. Thinking of something that could calm her down, I noticed that her hand rested lightly on my chest. I know that after a rough night at the station, placing my hand over my wife’s chest where I could feel her heart made me calm. So I pressed Sara’s palm a little closer to my chest, where she would be able to feel my heartbeat.
She sat quietly and still beside me, just feeling my relaxed heartbeat within my chest. “What is it?” she asked, voice still low to a whisper. I noticed she was barely crying in fear anymore.
“That’s my heart, sweetie,” I explained to her. “How’s it feel?”
“It’s nice,” she answered. “It makes me feel better. Because I know you’re here.”
I grinned, fixing her head so her ear rested against my heart, just like Eleven has her head right now. “I sure am here,” I said softly. “I always will be, sweetheart. Nobody messes with my little girl.” And as Sara listened to the soft padding of my heart, she fell asleep against my chest. Not long after, I found myself dozing back off, holding my daughter in my arms.
As I hold El in that same way, I run my fingers through her curls, and El rests one hand on my shoulder, and scratching my beard, causing my eyelids to droop. But I’m not tired, not at all. Just satisfied. I could lie in bed like this forever. There’s nothing that could soothe me quite like holding El close to me, and reminding each other that we’re here for each other. Neither of us have a reason to be scared anymore.

All at once, I find myself jolting, startled by something that doesn’t really appear to be there... A gunshot or something. But I find myself sitting up from my stomach, the same position I fell asleep in. I’m still in my bedroom like I was before, curtains drawn and the whole place dark. But there's one thing really wrong: El’s not here anymore.
I sit up straight, and scan the room slowly in case she got startled and she’s hiding now. But I can’t find her anywhere. She’s gone. And I immediately begin to panic, breath speeding up and tears coming to my eyes.
“No... No, that couldn’t have been a dream,” I mutter, becoming extremely scared. “It wasn’t a dream, it couldn’t have been! El can’t still be gone!”
It wasn’t a dream... It can’t be just a dream. Eleven can’t still hate me, she can’t still be missing from home. I can’t still be alone... I couldn’t be have been dreaming.
Pulling my knees into my chest, I cry out at the top of my lungs “El!!” Even after I get no response, I try again. “El! I need you El!!” Still nothing. The only answer I get is from the silent room.
Hyperventilating, I find myself beginning to cry all over again, body quaking. I’ve never been so fucking scared in my life. “I couldn’t have been dreaming! It wasn’t a dream! It was real!!”
Defeated, I curl into a fetal position, crying like a child. She can’t be gone... I can’t be all alone without her again. Everything felt so real, it can’t have been just a dream. My worst fears are real... El’s still elsewhere, and I’ll never know if I’ll see her again. Maybe she really is with her sister, but she’s not unhappy. Maybe she’s in a lot of danger, like she said in the dream. But I’ll never know. I won’t be able to save my poor Eleven. Nothing can erase the fact that I fucked up so bad.
I continue breathing heavily through awful tears, and making myself lightheaded, until I become dizzy and I pass out. I collapse down unconscious back into bed, into a black, dreamless state.
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The Brokenhearted - Chapter 2 (Stranger Things AU)
This short series here would ideally take place after Season 2 Episode 6. What are Hopper's thoughts when he goes home to find that Eleven's gone? He's just lost the one thing that really means the most to him deep down inside. And it's tearing him from the inside out, to the point where he's nearly sick from it.

Index

Chapter 1 ~ fav.me/dbvc6ef
Chapter 2 ~ :star:
Chapter 3 ~ fav.me/dbvrdy2
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~Jim Hopper~

    It hurts so much.
    My whole body’s in a state of sickness. It has nothing to do with getting caught in the Upside Down like that, not at all. It’s not that kind of sick. You’d probably look at me and think I have a flu or something. My body’s always hot, and it hurts to move. I have a constant, pounding headache. My stomach hurts twenty-four-seven. At least once a day, I’m kneeling in front of my toilet throwing up, even if I have nothing inside to throw up. Often times, it’s usually just stomach bile that comes up, seeing as I haven’t been eating much. Sometimes I run a temperature, sometimes I don’t. Depends on the weather, I guess. To top it all off, I can’t keep a steady sleep cycle for the life of me. Sometimes, I’m in such agony that I can’t even go to work at the station. I’m a wreck.
    Joyce Byers is begging me to please, please, see a doctor, and to get checked out. She says she knows I’m not myself, and there might be something up with my stomach. Figuring it might go away if I do get my stomach checked and maybe get some medicine for it, I went once. Doctor checked me, as usual. Did some extra stuff to my stomach, such as an ultrasounding, to find out if anything was wrong. Tested my blood. He couldn’t find a damn thing wrong with me. After that, I refused Joyce’s pleas to go to the doctor again. I knew what was going on with me, and it surely had nothing to do with my stomach.
    But it had everything to do with my heart.
    When I came home after trying to figure out what was wrong with Will Byers the night I went missing, Eleven wasn’t in the cabin. She wasn’t anywhere to be found... She left. And I know it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled. Shouldn’t have called her a brat. But I did. I was a dick to poor Eleven and now she’s gone. The closest thing I’ll ever come to having a daughter again is gone. I knew she was getting impatient about getting to see Mike, and I should have taken better care of her.
This heartbreak... I did this to myself. And I hate myself for it.
Right when I come home from work, I find myself lying across the couch, not even changing out of my uniform and into pajamas. On the days that I don’t, it takes nearly three hours to roll myself out of bed, drag myself across the cabin, and onto the couch. I never have the energy for anything. I just lie there, trying to ward away the stomach pain, but nothing I do ever works. I roll myself back and forth on the couch, squeezing my eyes shut as the pain rockets up into my chest, then back into my stomach, and into my waist. Every so often, I can feel it in certain organs, like my appendix, which I still have for some reason, or my liver. The one thing that can take my mind off of it is my worry over El. What if the “bad men” catch her again? Does she know where she’s going? What would I ever do with myself if she got lost? Some of the questions just hurt even more to think about. Does El miss me at all? Does she know that I didn’t mean anything I said when the two of us fought? I was just angry, I really didn’t mean it. I miss her deeply. I just hope she comes back to me. I really fucked up, and I might not even be able to take anything back. I try not to cry when I worry about El, but sometimes, I can’t help it. Usually, I only let a few tears out, but a lot of the time, I can hold it in. I don’t watch TV too much anymore; the only thing I can think of is that curious little girl flipping the channels with her mind until she finds something she likes. That’s one thing that makes me cry every time I do it. And I don’t want to be upset; I know El wouldn’t want to see me sad. Then she’d be sad too, and I don’t like it when she cries because I’m crying.
Getting to sleep is the worst. Most nights, I stare at the ceiling in the dark, just trying to get to sleep. But I can’t. Nothing feels right, and it keeps me awake. The thing that hurts most is when I have those terrible nightmares about the things I’ve seen when I walked through the Upside Down, and being held down against my will by those monsters. I wake up in a cold sweat, trembling ever-so-slightly, nearly in tears because I’m so damn scared. When I had El with me, she could sense my fear when I woke up from a nightmare. She’d come into my room, and tell me gently, “It’s okay. Just a dream.” And just like that, it’s all better with a hug. I’m not scared anymore. But now, I just lie there in bed. I whisper into the darkness, “I’m scared, El... I’m really scared...” and pray with everything I have that she can hear me. It’s the loneliest thing I’ve felt since my wife and my daughter both died. I was alone for years, and then I had El. And now I don’t, and it hurts.

Tonight is probably the worst night I’ve had in awhile. I actually have the balls to get out of bed and go to work, and that was rough. My exhausted eyes land on the couch, and I think about lying down. But my stomach starts feeling upset, and I know I’m going to puke; I belch, and I feel something starting to come up from my stomach.
Placing a hand over my mouth, I make a mad run to the bathroom, and fall to my knees in front of the toilet, and shove the seat up. And of course, I end up projectile vomiting. Everything I ate earlier comes up, and I didn’t even eat that much — I wasn’t hungry at all. It hurts so much as my stomach heaves to get everything out, and even after everything is out, my stomach is still so upset that I have to cough up stomach bile to finally soothe it.
Afterwards, I rest my arm across the toilet, and my head on my arm. My throat is on fire, and my abdomen is sore. I have to sit here a minute to regain myself after all that; throwing up never makes me feel any better at all. It’s probably hurting my body to throw up this much, but the heartsickness makes the rest of my body weak. No one can function with half a heart.
Flushing and slowly standing up from my spot in front of the toilet, I wash my face with cold water in the bathroom sink. It cools me down a little, numbs the headache slightly. Makes me feel less gross. Patting my face dry with a towel, I stare at myself in the mirror. I’m a complete mess. My sandy blonde hair is a mussed-up disaster, and my facial hair remains uncombed with a few drops of drool in it that remains from throwing up. My navy blue eyes are surrounded with striking, red veins, and they’re only made more noticeable with the dark raccoon circles and bags under my eyes. My face is so pale that I nearly appear bluish-gray in color. God, I can’t remember the last time I looked this awful. It was probably back when my daughter was dying. Shit... If El were here, she’d tell me she knows I’m not happy. Make me tell her what’s wrong, ask why I just threw up my guts. I would feel so much better after talking about it.
I’ll never forgive myself for chasing El away like that. If something happens to her, I might die from my broken heart.
I return to the couch, and do what I usually do. I lie down on my back and roll my hips to try to make it better. But it doesn’t work, per usual. The fire in my stomach still remains, as does the bruise on my heart. Today, I find myself feeling particularly lonely, particularly afraid for El’s well being. I don’t want to be alone, I want to come home to see her watching TV, doing the things she usually does. I want someone to take care of, as well as someone to take care of me. Maybe if El does end up coming back, I don’t deserve her companionship after everything I said to her.
It surprises me as I begin to do so, but I find that I start talking to myself. I never talk to myself, not unless it’s swearing under my breath about something. “Dammit, Hop, why’d you have to just yell out before thinking about what the hell you’re saying?” I mutter to the ceiling, voice coming out scratchy due to the acid damage from so much vomiting. “She trusted you. ‘N you just had to make her fucking hate you for what you said. She ain’t ever gonna forgive you for that.” The thought of that brings tears to my eyes, but I don’t let them spill. The whole time, I continue to rock my hips back and forth to try to get rid of that pain in my stomach, even going as far as pulling my knees into my chest and hoping it’ll help. But it doesn’t. That ache in my stomach shoots right into my chest, and I sigh shakily, rolling onto my side. “Fucking hell. I hope she’s happy wherever she went. Happier than she was with me.”
The whole time I lie on the couch with my stomachache, my own words echo through my head. You just had to make her fucking hate you for what you said. She’s happy now. Happier than she was with me. Closing my eyes and knitting my eyebrows, I put all of the mental strength I have left into not crying. I don’t deserve to cry. This is my own fault.

I stay on the couch for the rest of the evening, not sleeping, not trying to relax. Just thinking about my poor little El and how devastated she must have been after our fight, and where the hell she could be now. I don’t have the abdominal strength or anything in my stomach to throw up again, so there isn’t much of that. Though, when evening falls, I suspect it might be best to at least try to eat something else, so I at least have something giving me energy when I wake up in the morning. I head my lazy ass into the kitchen to grab something light, something my stomach won’t hate my guts for. I settle for a bowl of granola and a glass of water, and take a while to finish it, chewing and swallowing slowly, not suddenly. When I finish, I sit still with my head down for a minute, making absolute sure that it’s going to digest, and it won’t come back up. Within a few minutes, I start to feel a little better, and I decide that my stomach won’t bother me anymore, at least not for the rest of the night, and I get myself ready for bed.
I tuck myself in, and try to relax as much as possible. I close my eyes, and nestle into my pillow, and try my best to focus on getting to sleep. But those words come back into my head as my thoughts finally quiet down: She fucking hates you, Hopper. She’s happier without you.
All at once, my eyes snap back open, and I begin bawling, tears streaming down my cheeks, nose running and my lip trembling. “No... No, no,” I sob. “No, I don't want El to hate me... I don’t want her to hate me... I love El, she’s my kid.” Rolling onto my side, I try to wipe my tears away from my face, but they just keep on coming. A small spot on my pillow becomes damp. My crying becomes so hysterical that it nearly wracks my whole body. “I wanted her to be happy with me, I don’t want her to be happier somewhere else...” I flip back over onto my back as I cry even harder into my hands, voice cracking with each little sob. “But she’ll never know that... She didn't hear me say it.”
Throwing my hands over my aching chest, I nearly scream out in pain, whole body going through a terrible agony. “I don't want to lose her... I don't want to lose her,” I choke out through sobs.
That's the last thing I wanted: to lose her.
I wasn’t going to lose my family, not again. Doesn’t matter that my family consists of one person who’s not my blood relative. She's all I'll ever have again, and that means more to me than anyone could ever understand after losing everything. I’ll never know if she’s okay, or if she’s hurt. And that hurts me.
Eventually, I tire myself out from having done so much hysterical screaming and crying. Collapsing against my pillow, body limp and dysfunctional all over, I close my eyes, and silently cry myself into a deathlike sleep, the one thing on my mind being how much I want El to come back to me and heal my heart.

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The Brokenhearted - Chapter 1 (Stranger Things AU)
This short series here would ideally take place after Season 2 Episode 6. What are Hopper's thoughts when he goes home to find that Eleven's gone? He's just lost the one thing that really means the most to him deep down inside. And it's tearing him from the inside out, to the point where he's nearly sick from it.

~Index~

Chapter 1 ~ :star:
Chapter 2 ~ fav.me/dbvr1lj
Chapter 3 ~ fav.me/dbvc6ef
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It hasn’t been a good night for The New Day. After losing a three-on-three to The Shield in the WWE Christmas Tournament, and the fact that there isn’t one restaurant on the block of their hotel that isn’t totally full or closed tonight doesn’t help. Looks like there won’t be any calm-the-anger drinks. No one is in a particularly good mood.
But the most angered out of all three WWE Superstars is Kofi Kingston. He feels as though their loss was his fault, because Roman Reigns was able to catch him and pin him down, and from there, things went downhill. It was a friendly competition and all, considering it is almost Christmas, but it still sucks that they lost. It was a pretty big once-a-year tournament and there were a lot of fans cheering the three of them on and would have loved to see them win, and the loss was enough to get Kofi aggravated. Not only that, but he’s starving to the point where his stomach hurts. Tonight couldn’t be any more irritating.
In the lobby, Kofi met up with Bayley and Finn Balor, who are waiting for Sasha Banks to pick them up so they can find someplace out of the city to get dinner. Seeing that Kofi is in a bad mood, Bayley gave him her entire bag of candy with all her favorites in it, along with one of her signature hugs. Of course Kofi appreciated her gift, and adored the hug, but he knew he was going to need more than that to eat to calm the angry beast. Maybe an alcoholic beverage or two to go with it.
Getting back up to the hotel room, he finds his two buddies, Xavier Woods and Big E sitting on two of the three beds playing Call of Duty: Infinite Warfare. Now that Kofi’s in private, he knows he doesn’t have to hide his pent-up any longer after having congratulated The Shield behind the scenes, and trying to keep a happy face when The New Day was told by the hosts at every restaurant “Sorry, boys, it looks like it’s going to be a two-hour wait tonight.” Kofi is a wrestler, trained to take out his anger physically.
Gritting his teeth, Kofi tears open the packages of candy he got from Bayley, throwing them all over the room. The floor becomes a rainbow with M&M’s, Skittles, gummy Lifesavers, gummy worms and bears, and assorted lollipops. “Happy fucking holidays everyone!” Kofi yells sarcastically. “This is our motherfucking dinner tonight! We could be out at a goddamn bar, but we’re too good for that bullshit!”
E pauses the game, seeing as Kofi is dancing around and chucking candy in front of the TV and blocking the view. “Kof, the Hell are you doing?” he mutters.
“Celebrating, our fortunate night!” he spats, splitting open a bag of mini Hershey’s bars. “Nothing like not being able to have a real dinner after a depressing match!”
Xavier sighs, reaching over the end of the bed and eating a red M&M off the floor. “Kofi, that was a good game, you know that, man,” he tells him. “Don’t sweat it so much, we’ll get ‘em next time.”
Kofi shakes his head, finally ending his sudden rage and sitting beside E on the bed opposite of Xavier. “It ain’t that we lost,” he tells them. “I was the one that made us lose. I screwed up the match. If I didn’t trip up, we’d have had a chance, man.”
E gives Kofi a shake by the shoulders. “It isn’t your fault, Kof, shake it off,” he tries to tell him. “Leati was just able to catch up to you, that’s all. You’re a good match for each other, and he knows you put up a good fight to keep him away from you.”
Kofi purses his lips and shrugs. “I suppose so,” he sighs. “Just aggravated with myself, not with Leati. Would have been nice to win, y’know?”
“I feel, man,” Xavier says, scooping up a few multicolored gummy bears from the floor. “Everyone gets that way sometimes. I’m sure Leati felt that way when we beat The Shield those few times.”
Kofi laughs. “You right, brutha,” he says. “We’ll get them next time. Friendly competition.”
E grins, giving Kofi a good pat on the back. “Here, you know what’d make you feel better?” he suggests. “Why don’t you go out for a run for a while? Get some fresh air? Xavier and I will try to find a bar out of the area; you could use a drink.” Looking up to find Xavier now leaned over the bed to pick up more of the candy off the floor, E throws a pillow at his head. “Would you quit doing that, Xavier? That’s nasty, man.”
Kofi nods, laughing at Xavier as he throws the pillow right back at E. “Sounds good, brutha.”
With that, Kofi puts on his light blue windbreaker and black Nikes to head out running. Once the cool air hits him in the face, he starts to feel somewhat better. The anger within gives Kofi the energy he needs to start his run down the street, and his body starts to relax. This is the best way for him to release all the tension he has from the rough night he’s been having.
Kofi’s down a few blocks from the hotel when he finds himself running into Leati Joseph Anoa’i — Roman Reigns. Kofi slows down his run, seeing as Leati is beckoning for him to join him.
“Kingston,” Leati says. “Good game tonight.”
Kofi grins. “Thanks... You as well,” he responds.
Leati frowns slightly just then. “Heard you were upset about the loss,” he says, adjusting the red beanie on his head.
Kofi sighs, nodding. “Yeah, a little bit. Was hoping we’d do better. I feel like I slowed us down by getting eliminated pretty quickly,” he explains. “Just frustrated with myself. One of those nights.”
Roman Reigns wraps an arm around Kofi’s shoulders, giving his dreads a ruffle. “Aw, don’t be so hard on yourself, Kingston,” he says. “You were amazing out there. You always are, man. You just gotta keep on fighting — you’ll hit the top someday. That belt will belong to you and your boys. Just keep fighting.”
Kofi grins and nods gently. “Just keep fighting,” he agrees
Leati nods, and he’s smiling. “That’s it. You’re a good fighter. You’ve got another chance. All of The Shield knows it; The New Day works great together, just like we do,” he says. He purses his lips in thought just then. “What’s that slogan the three of you are always saying? Stay positive?”
Kofi laughs, knowing Leati is slightly off, but still nods. He was close enough.
Leati smiles. “That’s what you gotta do. Stay positive,” he says.
Kofi nods in agreement. “Sure. Stay positive,” he agrees.
On that note, Leati and Kofi shake hands and wish each other luck before Kofi continues his run down the street. Leati’s pep talk is empowering to Kofi, and gives him the energy to keep on running. Kofi knows he’s a good fighter, and his spirit just needs some empowering. The euphoria rushes through his veins, and he becomes so cleansed and carefree. He just has to keep on fighting. Stay positive. His body surely is feeling the positivity; running always makes him feel better.
Up the street, a drunk driver in a black GMC Sierra speeds along the road, barely able to see what's on the sidewalk. Despite the fact that Kofi’s wearing a bright blue jacket, the driver of the truck is so drunk that he doesn’t see Kofi at all. At the same time, Kofi isn’t paying much attention to the traffic. At the very last second, Kofi looks up to see the truck, and the driver of the truck realizes that he’s driving right into the sidewalk. Kofi yelps out in shock, but the driver can’t slam on the brakes in time to stop for him.
Leati, still standing down the street and waiting for the city bus to head down to the liquor store for the rest of The Shield, seeing as Dean Ambrose drank the rest of their Bud Lite. Watching Kofi running with that renewed spirit makes him smile; he’s glad that he could help him out. But all at once, he sees the truck just before Kofi is out of his sight. He can tell the driver is clearly intoxicated, unable to keep the truck straight. But his heart and stomach drop hard when he sees the truck hit Kofi, and Kofi collapses under its tires.
“Kingston!!” Leati cries. No hesitation, he immediately books it up the street, nearly tripping over his own feet on the way up, but he doesn’t stop for anything. The drunk driver is now out of the car, but seeing as Leati, six-foot-three and jacked, has bolted over to defend the guy he just hit, he stays backed off, clearly afraid of getting beat up.
But getting back at that driver is the least of Leati’s concerns. He immediately kneels down at Kofi’s side, first inspecting the damage. Kofi looks like he’s suffering greatly; his arm is twisted extremely awkwardly, and his face is scratched up and bruised. Kofi’s breathing his labored, and he’s clearly struggling to do so.
Picking him up and holding him in his arms, Leati immediately gets a response out of Kofi. He screams out in pain, and not just because of his shoulder. His spine and his ribs must be killing him; they were probably the first things to get struck by the car. The consequences are certainly going to be brutal on Kofi, and it breaks Leati’s heart. After everything he said about getting the belt... That Kofi is an amazing fighter and works amazingly with his teammates. Leati feels like he just jinxed Kofi.
“It's a’ight, Kingston, you’ll be alright, man,” he tries to convince the dying wrestler in his arms while using all of his strength to keep from tearing up. “You’re gonna get help, I’ll get your buddies. Just hang on a little longer.”
The one thing Kofi can do is lie against Leati’s shoulder in excruciating pain, sobbing hysterically and trying to converse with Leati. But he can’t... He’s suffering too much.
Of course, while he’s still holding Kofi, Leati does the one thing he can think of to help: he calls everyone. Leati calls 911, Seth Rollins, and Dean Ambrose, hoping that one of his two teammates will tell Xavier and E what happened to Kofi. Leati knows he can’t stop Kofi’s pain. Hell, he isn’t even sure that he can save his life. But he knows the least he can do is get help and stay with him.
Back at the hotel, Xavier and E hear sirens from emergency vehicles rushing down the street in the midst of their video games. Pacing over to the window, they attempt to see what’s up. The only thing E can manage is a confused “What the Hell?”
They have no idea...

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The second that Dean gets the call about Kofi from Leati, he’s running upstairs to The New Day’s room. He couldn’t give less of a damn about the Shiner Holiday Cheer sloshing out of the bottle in his fist and staining his black sweatshirt and sneakers. All that matters to him is that he tells E and Xavier what’s going on. Right away.
Desperate, Dean knocks on the door, and waits as patiently as possible. But when there’s no answer after three seconds, Dean immediately resorts to bashing his fist against the door.
Thankfully, that gets E and Xavier to answer the door, figuring it must be important. Seeing as Dean is extremely frantic, E raises an eyebrow. “Ambrose?” he questions. “What’s up, man? You okay?”
Dean takes another swig of his beer and shakes his head. “Cops...” he gasps, still halfway through swallowing the beer in his mouth. “Kofi’s with Leati... Really bad...”
Xavier grabs Dean by the shoulders and gives him a hard shake. “Ambrose, English words, man,” he tells him, giving him a push at the shoulder and causing him to spill more beer. “Now start over.”
Dean finishes swallowing his beer. “Alright, alright,” he mutters, taking a deep breath for a moment before he looks back up at Xavier and E. “You saw the cop cars going down the street, right?”
E and Xavier nod.
Dean winces. “Turns out there were ambulances too...” he says. “It’s Kofi. He was hit by a car. He’s with Leati now.”
No questions asked, in a fit of panic, Xavier and E run after Dean, following him down the stairs, out of the hotel and down the street to the scene of the accident. And it’s just as bad as they anticipated. There are cop cars and an ambulance blocking off the road, one of the police officers shoving the drunk driver that hit Kofi into the back of one of the cars. Sasha happened to drive by the accident, and immediately pulled her gold Audi over, and she now stands off to the side with Bayley and Finn Balor. Bayley’s got an arm around Finn and the other around Sasha, and she’s crying.
The worst of it is Leati, sitting on the asphalt with Kofi in his arms. And Kofi groans in pain, having an extremely tough time breathing, and clearly has a lot of serious injuries... Some of which are clearly going to be permanent.
When Xavier and E run over to their friend, Leati looks up at the two of them with tears in his ice blue eyes. “I’m so sorry,” he mouths silently to the Superstars standing above him.
Xavier and E join them on the ground, as E holds Kofi’s hand, and Xavier cups his face in his hands. “Kof? Can you hear us?” Xavier whispers gently. “We’re here, man... It’s Xavier and Ettore.”
Kofi whimpers, and through his blurred vision, he recognizes the faces of his two best friends. Tears streaming down his face, he closes his fingers around E’s hand.
“Kofi, can you talk to us? What hurts, bud?” E asks desperately.
Kofi’s chin creases as he sobs out, body trembling painfully in Leati’s arms. “Everything, man,” he croaks. “Everything.”
Xavier bites his lip, afraid to ask the one question that he knows is bothering everyone. He’s dying to know the answer, but at the same time, he’s scared to know. Bracing himself, he asks. “Do you think you’re gonna be okay, Kof?”
That only gets Kofi to cry even harder... And that answers Xavier’s question. E and Xavier look at each other with heartbreak in their eyes. Xavier’s eyes water and his lip quivers. E frowns, placing a warm hand on Xavier’s shoulder. “Don’t cry, man,” he whispers so Kofi’s can’t hear. His own voice is shaking a lot as well. “Stay strong for Kofi. Don’t cry, Puff... Just try not to cry.”
Xavier wipes his face with the back of his hand and tries his hardest to straighten out with a big deep breath and a shake of the head. To make himself feel a little better, he uses a thumb to wipe the tears from Kofi’s face.
E gives Kofi’s hand a squeeze. “Don't worry, Kof. We’re here with you. I know you’re hurt, but we’re going to make sure you’re comfortable,” he says gently. “You’re gonna be okay. We're all here for you.”
Kofi sniffles, more tears streaming down his face. He’s never been in more pain, but at this moment, he couldn’t be happier. He’s got his friends by his side, and he knows they’re going to take care of him. He needs them now more than he’s ever needed them before, and the love is strong. There’s nowhere Kofi would rather be in this moment.
After fully gaining ahold of himself, Xavier looks down into Kofi’s teary eyes. “Anything you wanna say, man?” he asks, just in case.
Kofi looks up, remembering he’s lying in Leati’s arms. Oddly, he looks up just in time to see a single, crystal tear run down Leati’s cheek. Kofi knows there really has to be something wrong; Roman Reigns has never cried over anything.
“Leati...” he whimpers. “Leati, you’re crying...”
Leati sniffles, using a free hand to wipe the tear from his face. “Yeah... You just got me sad, man,” he says. “I said you’d get the belt... You’d have it in your hands someday. That I knew you could do it.” He shakes his head as another tear runs down the same cheek. “And now this happens to ya.” His chin creases, and he has to really focus to keep from bawling. “I’m sorry, Kingston. It isn’t fair. I didn’t mean for this to happen to you.”
Kofi grins softly through the tears in his eyes, reaching up with his weak arms to pat Leati’s shoulder. “It ain’t your fault, dude,” he reassures him. “I know my boys... My boys will carry that belt for me. In my honor. I know you believe in them... Just as much as you do for me. They’re gonna... They’re gonna be a good pair. Don’t worry ‘bout me... I’m just glad I got to perform n’ compete with my buddies.”
Leati nods, sniffling as more tears run down his cheeks, though, he tries to smile, and ruffles Kofi’s hair. “Glad to hear it, bud...” he whispers, voice cracked.
Kofi then looks towards Xavier and E. “You two are the greatest friends any guy could ever want. I’m the luckiest man ever to have gotten to fight alongside the two of you,” he says with a smile, even as it causes more tears to run down his cheeks. “Keep being awesome for me. That’s all I want from you two. I love you guys... Always will. You’re my best friends. Like Leati said... You’ll get that belt. I want you to work hard for it, because you deserve it. You deserve it... ‘Cause you bring everyone so much positivity. That’s why I love ya.”
Xavier’s started crying now, and E’s even beginning to tear up. “We love you too, Kof,” E whispers, speaking for both him and Xavier. “We ain’t gonna forget that. Xavier and I are gonna work hard for you. Promise, brutha.”
Kofi smiles, breathing becoming choked-up. A few more tears drip from his eyes as the light of life starts to fade from his eyes... Everyone knows that Kofi has to go. He’s too hurt, and no one wants him to suffer any longer. A couple more glimmering tears find their way out, as Kofi uses his last few breaths to tell his friends... “Stay positive...”
Kofi closes his eyes, and falls limp within Leati’s arms. He’s gone now... And The New Day becomes a double tag team. Leati, now shaking and beginning to cry himself, transfers Kofi from his arms into Xavier and E’s, knowing that he won’t feel any pain. Dean, who’s been standing right above the four of them the whole time, crouches down, and attempts to soothe Leati as he sobs into his palms. He rubs his back, arms, shoulders, and chest, silently letting him know that he’s here for him. Bayley collapses into Sasha’s arms, and cries against her shoulder, as Finn warms her up with a hug from behind.
Xavier and E just hold their best friend’s body close to them, keeping him warm for as long as they possibly can. The two of them reminisce in all the time they had with him, and are happy they were able to have that time with Kofi. They’ll miss him dearly... It’ll never stop hurting. The wound from losing their friend to the world’s most unfair accident will never heal. But they solemnly swear to fulfill Kofi’s one last request.
They’re going to stay positive.

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Stay Positive (The New Day FanFiction)
:iconreindeerplz::iconsantalaplz::holly: HOLIDAY SPECIAL!! :holly::iconsantalaplz::iconreindeerplz: Kofi Kingston's having a bit of a rough night after the Christmas Tournament, but gets some cheering up from Xavier and Big E, as well as Roman Reigns. He's glad he heard their words of encouragement before he gets seriously injured...

AHAHAHAHAHA emotions just in time for Christmas :evillaugh: Seriously though, I really hope y'all enjoy this, 'cause I cried quite a few times writing this one :crying:
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~Finn Bálor~

He really gave it to me this time.
We weren’t even in the ring. I think Bray Wyatt was drunk or something, because he was droning on and on about how he’d come after me, and how he’ll claim my championship, and that I’m nothing compared to him. A “cotton ball,” if you will. He wasn’t even acting for any cameras. The whole time he yelled, I could feel the Demon heating up, taking great offense to what Bray was saying. I could feel him wanting to take control and beat the living shit out of Bray when he said that the Demon doesn’t even exist; I’m just “acting” whenever the Demon comes out and he isn't actually an entity that lives within me.
I’m gonna kill him, Bálor, the Demon kept telling me. He’s dead to us.
Trying to calm Bray down and keep the Demon in check, I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and told him, “Chill out, mate. You’re really drunk, lad, you don’t mean a word you’re saying. You’ve seen the Demon, you know he’s there.”
That didn’t earn me anything except for a pretty good punch in the nose. There was a lot of damn blood, enough to leak down my face. Bray then started pouring beer down the front of my tank top, and it started mixing in with the blood that leaked onto my chest from my nose. My ears began ringing with the pained screams of the Demon. Thankfully I could get away before he and his other buddies could beat the shit out of me, and before the Demon can fight anyone back.
Leaving the stadium, I book it down the street to the hotel where all the WWE fighters are staying tonight, blood continuing to run down my face and neck. I’m not going straight to my suite; I have a good friend, Bayley, that I had plans to meet with earlier, and even though I’m hurt and I smell like beer, and the Demon is pissed about it, I won’t break that. I already know Bayley’s going to freak when she sees what Bray did to me, but I know it’s not that big of a deal.
As I let myself in to Bayley’s room, I pinch my nose to keep any more blood from leaking out, and to keep it covered from seeming that bad. Much to my dismay, the fact that I’m bleeding half to death from my nose is the first thing she notices. I suppose it’s hard to ignore the fact that my tank top and chest are soaked in blood like I recently let the Demon murder someone in a match.
“What the Hell happened to you?” Bayley asks me, knitting her eyebrows.
“Nothing. Just got hit. Not hard or anything,” I insist, still trying to keep my nose plugged as I pace over to the desk to grab a few tissues. “It was an accident.”
Some accident, Bálor, the Demon growls sarcastically.
Still skeptical, Bayley comes over and removes my hand from my nose to inspect the damage. The second she sees exactly how much blood there really is, she’s appalled, I can tell. My hand is now stained with blood as well. “An industrial accident?” she questions. “That’s a lot of damn blood, Bálor. No one bleeds this much from getting hit by accident.”
I sigh, pull out a few tissues and attempt to clean my face up a little. “Suppose it was a drunken accident,” I mutter.
Bayley’s expression gets aggressive just then. “Who got drunk enough to punch my best buddy in the nose?” she growls.
“Bray Wyatt,” I explain, frowning as blood  soaks straight through the tissue I tried to use to block my nose. I can tell that his name alone is enough to rouse the Demon all over again.
Bayley’s eyes reflect in true horror. “Bray Wyatt?” she nearly shrieks. “Don't you have a match against him next week?”
My stomach drops so hard. “I completely forgot,” I drone, desperately pulling out a bunch of tissues to nurse my bleeding nose. “Bloody Hell, he’s going to use this against me. He’s never going let me live this down. He’ll probably reveal it. The Demon’s gonna be pissed.” As I try to pinch my nose to continue stopping the bleeding, I yelp out in pain as it feels bruised and hurts to the touch. “Ow!”
The Demon gnarls with the pain, and I know that it has to be bad if he’s in pain too. Normally, if I get a few cuts or bruises or I hit my head in the midst of a match, the Demon doesn’t even notice.
Bayley sighs, frowning and shaking her head. “If you can even participate in the match,” she adds, taking the tissues away from my nose to look at what’s underneath all the blood. “He probably broke your nose.”
I wince as she does her best to feel for anything that’s broken. “I really hope not. That’d just be embarrassing,” I say. “No one’s ever been out of a match because their rivals punch them in the face.” I sigh and shake my head. “How’s it look, Bayl?”
She’s wincing; I know this can't be a good sign. “It's really red and purple,” she says. “I dunno, Finn, it’s really not looking good.”
Eyes nearly bursting from my skull, I run into the bathroom to see what she’s talking about. Bayley’s not wrong; my nose is blown up swollen, and the blood’s getting caught in the scruff on my face. The Demon starts to get upset when he sees it. This is bad.
“Bayley,” I yell out for her. “Bayley, it’s worse than I thought.” As she joins me in the bathroom, I pinch my nose again to block off the blood once again. “It’s gotta be broken, lass, there’s too much blood for it to not be broken. This isn’t good, I can't go into a match with Bray Wyatt if he broke my nose. I can’t go into a match with anyone. It can’t be broken, I can’t have a broken nose. This is the worst thing that could’ve happened.”
Bayley grabs my shoulders and gives me a hard shake. “Bálor, quit freaking out!” she tells me gently. “You’re giving me anxiety, dude. We’ll fix this. We need to clean you up from all this blood first.”
Trying to stay calm and hoping that Bray didn’t completely break my face, I lie down against Bayley’s pillow, and I let her use a cold, wet cloth to clean the blood from his nose. The Demon gets rather squirmy, not used to the feeling of cold water. Once enough blood has been cleaned from my nose, Bayley wipes up the rest of the blood from my face and my chest.
“Wow... It actually doesn't look that bad anymore,” she mutters. “It's just kind of black and blue, like when you hit your knee really hard that time.”
Breathing deeply, I reach up towards my nose to check and make sure nothing’s broken. It still hurts to touch and I can’t press too hard, but nothing feels like it was snapped out of place. “Bloody Hell, Bayl,” I breathe. “Thanks for taking care of me. That hurt like Hell... And the Demon wasn’t happy about it at all. He was about ready to kill Bray.”
Bayley smiles. “No problem, Finn. I’m just glad it’s not as serious as it looked with all that blood. Maybe you should get it checked out in the morning just in case,” she says. Her face becomes more serious just then. “You sure you’re okay?”
I nod. “Ye’, I’m okay,” I reassure her. “Just a little sore. Ibuprofen and ice will take care of it.”
Bayley nods. “How about the Demon? Is he okay?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, he’s good,” I insist. “Still a little restless. He doesn’t like being disrespected too much.”
Bayley smiles shyly. “Can I talk to him?” she asks.
I wanna talk to her, Bálor,>/I> the Demon tells me. I can tell he’s excited. The Demon really likes Bayley’s company, and Bayley’s come to be friends with him too. She was shy of him at first, as many are, but once she was sure he didn’t want to hurt her, and saw her as his equal. He’s really quite friendly once you get to know him.
I smile at Bayley. “Of course,” I tell her.
Closing my eyes and allowing my body to melt into the mattress, I channel the Demon. I place my left hand palm-up, and I let the Demon lace his fingers with mine. And with that, I allow him to take control of my body, and I watch through the windows of my eyes. The Demon smiles at Bayley, and she smiles back.
“Hi there,” she says. “Are you feeling better?”
The Demon nods, reaching out a hand. Bayley giggles, and reaches out to hold it. Her hand immediately becomes warm in his grasp, but she doesn’t seem to mind too much.
“I’m so glad,” Bayley squeals. She looks worried for a second. “Your nose is still really bruised... Can I ice it?”
I can tell the Demon is glad she asked; he doesn’t like cold too much, and he needed some warning.
Bayley smiles, and takes a walk to the freezer where she’s keeping some ice for her soda. Wrapping one of the big cubes of ice in a cloth, she shows it to the Demon. “It’ll be a little bit cold, but it won’t hurt,” she tells him. “It might scare you a little.”
Bayley places the cold pack gently on our nose. I don’t mind the way it feels from in here; it’s soothing against the throb. But the Demon, who's got control of my body, is a little discomforted by it; it’s very cold against his hot skin. He squirms a little, growling with the cold.
Just relax, mate, I remind him. She doesn’t want to hurt you -- she’s just trying to make it better.
Bayley grins, knowing that the Demon’s not used to the cold. “It’s okay,” she tells him, placing a hand on his. “I just want to help. I know it’s cold, but you’re doing really good. It’ll be over soon.”
    The Demon looks at Bayley with trust in his eyes, and nods with a soft, humming growl under his breath.
    “Good,” she giggles. “Are you okay to close your eyes?”
    The Demon nods again, and he rests his head back a little more, closing his eyes gently. As Bayley continues to ice his bruised nose, she reaches up, and carefully begins to scratch his hair. Surprised at first, he opens his eyes slightly, and he grins slightly before letting his eyes fall closed again. And the Demon does something that he never usually does around anyone else: he begins to purr. The Demon never purrs, and I can tell that he really enjoys the way it feels when Bayley scratches his hair.
    Within time, as Bayley continues to squeeze his hand and stroke his hair, the Demon begins to soften inside of me. Before long, the Demon closes his eyes, and falls asleep, allowing me to take control of my body once again. Opening my eyes, I smile to Bayley. “He really liked that, lass,” I tell her, voice slightly nasally because of the cloth against my nose.
    “He was purring!” Bayley squeals. “I’ve never heard him purr before...”
    I chuckle, giving her shoulder a pat. “He needed you there,” I tell her. “Just as I do. I haven’t a clue what I’d do without you, Bayl. Always know how to cheer me up.”
    Bayley’s face lights up with the brightest smile in the world, the contagious one that makes everyone around her smile. It makes me smile too. Pulling the ice off my face momentarily, Bayley holds out both her arms. “Gimme a hug, Bálor,” she purrs.
Chuckling, I sit up slightly, and hold Bayley in an embrace as she squeezes me in return. For a long while, the two of us just hold each other, glad that we’ve always got each other’s back. The Demon, still peacefully asleep inside of me, even snuggles a little closer to my heart where he’ll be able to feel it. Against my heart, I can hear him purring even still, and I know he likes the feeling of being hugged too.
Giving the Demon some power, I allow my sleepy spirit to come out and take control again. Now, he holds Bayley in his arms, and she returns the hug. It’s the Demon’s first hug... He loves it, too; he doesn't move an inch.
Bayley gasps gently, but she’s still smiling. She goes back to scratching the Demon’s hair, and she kisses his cheek. “You’ve got the warmest and fuzziest hugs,” she whispers gently.
And that warm and fuzzy feeling still comes back even after the Demon retreats back inside of me. I’m glad I’ve got Bayley there at my side with the warmest hugs I’ve ever felt.

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Warm and Fuzzy Hugs (Finn Balor and Bayley FanFic)
Finn Bálor, the Demon King, earns himself a pretty good punch in the face from Bray Wyatt, and that's got the Demon inside all riled up and angry. But thankfully, he's got a real good friend whose hugs make everything better.
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CristianoReina Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the watch Blow kiss F2U: Pink Neko Blob Icon 

if you want, followme 

also on  Youtube icon www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZhQdug…

and  Tumblr icon  kri25.tumblr.com/
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ZjeroXytz Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2017
Thanks for the watch!
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MistytheRogue Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2017  Student Writer
No problem, puddin'! :iconbummyplz:
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Goddess-Ajattara Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2017  Student Artisan Crafter
Welcome to dA ^^
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MistytheRogue Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2017  Student Writer
Thanks, puddin'! And thanks for the compliment on my fiction!! :iconharleyquinnplz: :iconbummyplz:
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