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kingreywrites · 3 years

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Of The Sun

Fandom: Tangled

Word Count: 2745

New Dream Appreciation Week Day Three: Date

Summary: "Rapunzel, I… I- do have something to tell you," he smiled, before breathing in deeply and squaring his shoulders.

"You're not going to ask me to marry you again, are you?" she said lightly, before grinning when he laughed at her joke. He seemed to relax a little, which was exactly what she had wanted.

Note: this is just soft and very self-indulgent but i actually like it so i hope you’ll like it too :’)

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@gleamful-lanterns @autumn-ravenclaw

Eugene was the best at organising dates. It wasn't a competition, of course, but the fact was undeniable, especially to Rapunzel who experienced them first hand. She was good too, sure, though she was more often into improvising their time together than actual planning; but Eugene was able to craft the most incredible days for the two of them - it nearly felt like magic, with how precisely he could guess the time she would spend being distracted and exploring. He always did his best to make everything perfect, and more than often managed it, which Rapunzel couldn't be more grateful for.

Which was why she immediately noticed when he started acting weird on their date today.

Not too weird, of course, but he was... distracted, she'd say. When they walked hand in hand in town, and she inevitably became interested by a vendor or some other thing catching her attention, Eugene's gaze strayed to the horizon, and she turned back to see him completely lost in his thoughts. It wasn't anything big, but it was unusual - Eugene was always so attentive on their dates.

She hesitated, before asking him if anything was wrong, but he shook his head and took her hand, leading her to another of his planned activities. She tried to keep an eye on him.

Their date slowly led them to the port, and Rapunzel smiled, knowing that this was definitely a boat kind of night. She loved those, but she also knew that Eugene reserved them for what he considered to be their most important dates, the ones he wanted her to remember. She wondered if that had anything to do with his distraction.

"Hey," she said, as they walked on the docks, "are you okay?"

"Hm? Oh, uh, yes, of course, why wouldn't I be?" he smiled, still a bit too distracted for her to take him at his word.

"I don't know, you... you seem kinda lost in thoughts tonight. Do you want to talk?"

"I... Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind," he smiled.

"Is everything alright? Do you want to tell me something?" she asked worriedly, turning to face him. He opened his mouth, looking for his words helplessly, before closing it.

"Everything's fine, I swear," he finally said, pushing her hair behind her ear. "Can we get on the boat? I'll explain everything then."

She looked at him for a little while longer, and saw how earnest he was being. He did seem anxious, but not- not sad. That was good. She smiled, and they walked towards their boat, sitting down together like they did so many times. Eugene loved steering it, and Rapunzel was happy to let him do it, loving the feeling of moving on the water. With a practiced ease, Eugene led them to their favourite spot - the one making them face the entire island.

But she had no eyes for the scenery tonight. Only for him.

"So?"

"So," Eugene parroted awkwardly.

"This date is amazing," she said, when he stayed silent.

"Every date with you is amazing," he answered immediately, always quick to be a sap.

"Aww Eugene, every date with you is amazing too." He softened at that, and that seemed to be enough to spur him into talking.

"Rapunzel, I… I- do have something to tell you," he smiled, before breathing in deeply and squaring his shoulders.

"You're not going to ask me to marry you again, are you?" she said lightly, before grinning when he laughed at her joke. He seemed to relax a little, which was exactly what she had wanted.

"I don't know, would you still say yes?"

"Yes." She took his hands and met his eyes, not an ounce of hesitation in hers. She knew he was joking, but she was not - and just in case it hadn't been clear before, she was ready to say yes a million more times. "Yes, Eugene, I want to marry you. Do you-"

"Yes!" he answered quickly, and the darkening sky couldn’t hide the blush growing on his cheeks. "I didn’t mean- Of course I want to marry you too Rapunzel, this is... The idea that soon I'll be your husband literally keeps me up at night."

"Oh I know," she laughed, thinking about how just yesterday night, she had fallen asleep to the sound of Eugene excitedly rambling about wedding decorations.

Most people seemed surprised to see him as delighted as she was, if not more, by the planning of their marriage, but Eugene was thriving taking care of the preparations. It was the cutest thing to see him so invested in making this their perfect day, especially when she had just as much fun with this as he did. They had other duties to attend, but lately, they loved spending their free time discussing little details for hours, daydreaming about how their wedding would go.

"So," she prompted him again, "what did you want to ask me?"

He swallowed visibly, his thumb stroking the top of her hands anxiously. She wondered what could put him so on edge - she knew it couldn’t be something too bad, because he wouldn't have waited that long to tell her, but she was definitely curious now.

"It... It was linked to the wedding, actually," he smiled awkwardly. "I- Do you remember what you dad said the other day?"

"... I'm sorry son, but I really don't think the lion heads are a good idea?"

Eugene snorted. "No, no, the discussion about the royal traditions."

Rapunzel grimaced, remembering very well the very long and very detailed list of everything a royal wedding was supposed to be. Eugene and her had managed to convince her dad that most of it was unnecessary, and that they deserved a wedding they dreamed of, but it had taken a while. A very long while.

"I wish I could forget," she sighed, a playful smile on her lips that Eugene returned. "Are you worried about that? Because I think my dad understood that traditions weren't really our thing, though if he does insist again, I promise I won't let him force us into anything."

"I know you won't, but- Okay, uh, I was thinking about- well, not thinking thinking, more like, slightly wondering? I won't force you if you don't want to but... Uh..."

"Eugene," she said softly, her hand going to his cheek. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."

His own hand enveloped hers, and he breathed in. "I know. It's- It's not that big of a deal, I don't know why I'm making it this hard, I just... Remember the thing he told us about our last names? How usually, the royal consort would take the name their spouse chose when they became King or Queen?"

She scanned his face, trying to understand what he was thinking about this, but beyond anything, Eugene seemed embarrassed. "Eugene, of course I'm not going to force you to do that. All these rules have as much power as I want them to have, and I... I know how important your name is for you."

She still remembered very well these first days at the castle, when he sometimes forgot to react to his own name. She also remembered how he smiled when she said it, and how he defended it loudly to anyone who tried to call him Flynn Rider. Eugene had spent years hiding his identity to everyone, even to himself; he had spent years despising who he was at that time. She hadn't immediately understood the weight of his confession in the cave, when he had thought they would both drown, and decided that his last action on this Earth would be to give her his trust and honesty. She hadn’t really known back then the power a name had, and how important they could be to people.

Eugene embracing his name was also him embracing who he was entirely; it was him starting to love himself again, because she loved him first. She never wanted to be the one who forced him to change, to abandon what he fought for so hard, be it with himself or with others.

"That's the thing, though, I- I wouldn't mind. Taking your last name, that is, I wouldn't mind that," he said so quickly, she nearly didn't get it.

"You wouldn't?"

"Well, Eugene Der Sonne has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?" His smile was hesitant still, and Rapunzel's confusion must have shown a little too much on her face, because he immediately tried to backtrack. "That's okay if you don't want to, of course. Or if you think that's weird- is that weird? It's probably weird, why don't we talk about literally anything els-"

"Eugene- Eugene! Hey," she said softly, scooching as close as the boat allows her - their knees were uncomfortably pressed against each other, but that was the last thing she cared about right now. "It's not- please explain it to me? I don't think it's weird, I simply thought you wouldn't want to. I don't want you to do something you're uncomfortable with only because it's tradition."

His eyes soften at this and, finally, he seems to calm down completely. He looks at the water around them, and she does too, seeing how it shimmers with the reflection of the stars. That was one of the reasons she loved their boat dates, especially at night - it always felt like they were floating with the entire universe under them. But it all was nothing compared to having Eugene there with her, his own eyes shining brighter than any star ever could.

"You're right, my name means a lot to me," he started, voice quiet. "I've spent- a good chunk of my life trying to figure out who I was, who I wanted to be, and for the longest time, I was sure I would never get an answer. When I met you… When I met you, I knew I wanted to be someone worthy of the chance you gave me. I wanted to be Eugene Fitzherbert, because I trusted you with everything I had been hiding for years, and… And I wanted to be someone you could love."

"I would love you no matter what," she couldn't stop herself from saying.

The shy smile on his lips made it harder for her not to announce again how much she loved him, no matter his name, no matter his flaws, no matter his past. Eugene had this strange idea that everything he had done as Flynn was terrible, and that he had to do his best to leave it behind but- she had met him as Flynn. She had become friends with Flynn, despite blackmailing him to get to the lights. Flynn had made her laugh, Flynn had tried to protect her, and… Flynn was Eugene, too. There was nothing in Eugene that Rapunzel didn't love.

It was his time to speak, though.

"It was hard, to be Eugene Fitzherbert again," he sighed, once again looking at the horizon so he could avoid her gaze. "I had never truly figured out who that was before becoming Flynn, and suddenly I had all this- all this empty space inside of me, and I didn't know what to do with it. There was so much changing all at once when we came back…"

He trailed off, and she squeezed his hand, because she knew exactly what he was talking about. She had so much trouble figuring out her place back then. There's a bittersweet feeling in her chest, because she hadn't realised that Eugene was struggling too, but there was nothing she could do now. She tried to remember that.

"Anyway," he said, a little brighter, "life brought its lot of surprises."

"Aw, I don't see what you're talking about," she teased him. They both laughed.

"I just… Rapunzel, after everything, there's still a lot I don't know about myself, but now I think- I think there's no definite answer to be found. I think that every minute, every day will change me in ways I can't predict, and that's okay. But there's one thing… One thing I know won't change."

They were facing each other again, her hands in his, and so close that any second, she could close the distance and kiss hum. His expression was… There was tenderness in it. An infinite devotion, all focused on her.

"I love you, Rapunzel," he said, and despite this being a common occurrence, her heart skipped a beat anyway. Eugene had a way to say it that sounded new each time. "And I may not always know who I am, or who I want to be, but I know that I want to be at your side for as long as you'll let me."

"Forever," she breathed. "I want that to be forever."

The warmth of his smile made her want to cry. "Me too. And that's why… That's why I thought it made sense, to take your last name." He blinked a little quickly, and Rapunzel understood she wasn't the only one who was emotional. "Because no matter where my path leads, no matter where yours takes you, I want… I want everyone to know that I'm yours. That you're my home, my family, and the person I care about the most. I…" he seemed to hesitate. "Rapunzel, I want you to be part of my identity. There's no name I'd feel more comfortable with than yours."

Rapunzel sniffed, eyes burning and throat tight with emotions. "You've gotta stop being so sweet Eugene," she laughed, her voice wobbly. "How am I supposed to function if you keep making me cry by being the most wonderful person on this Earth?"

"Is that your way to say yes?" he answered cheekily - though she could hear the emotion in his own voice.

"Yes," she smiled brightly, feeling one tear escape the confines of her eyes. "I- I wish- Argh," she exclaimed, "there's nothing I can say that you didn't say better just now. You're my home too, Eugene."

Her vision was blurred with the tears now, and his thumb came softly to wipe them off her cheeks. Eugene leant towards her, and kissed her forehead tenderly, before hugging her to his chest.

"I'm taking that as a general 'ditto'," he announced, and she snorted, nodding against his shoulder. "I'm glad, because I started to doodle 'Eugene Der Sonne' everywhere on my reports, and I can't wait to use it as my real signature."

"You dork," she grinned, turning her head and noticing the tears on his own cheeks. She raised her hand to wipe them off, and saw the blush rise on his cheeks again - Eugene was more sensitive than he was willing to admit, and he tended to be embarrassed about that.

Never enough to hide from her, though. They shared their happy tears together.

Head still resting on his shoulder, Rapunzel kept admiring him silently, taking notice of how beautiful he was under the moonlight. "It suits you, you know."

"Hm?"

"Eugene Der Sonne. It suits you," she repeated.

His smile seemed to glow in the darkness. "Thank you, I think so too."

She hummed, even though she was pretty sure they were not having the same line of thought here. Eugene thought of this name as the representation of his love for Rapunzel. He thought it fitted him, just like he fitted with her.

But Rapunzel was being more literal, right now.

She was seeing how he shined with love and happiness in the darkness; was remembering the times when he had been her only guiding light, the one constant in her life she could always depend on. She was thinking of him with kids, and how caring he became with those he knew were struggling; was thinking about his lips on her skin, offering warmth to her heart without an ounce of hesitation. She was thinking of his bravery, of him leading Corona during his crisis, of him holding her close when she didn’t know what to do, of him giving up everything to the people he loved if the need ever arose.

She was thinking of how dark and grey her world was without him. How quiet and cold his absence made everything. How he called her Sunshine, but was as much her ray of light in the dark as she was his.

Eugene Of The Sun. Of course it suited him.

#tangled #Eugene Fitzherbert #Rapunzel #tangled the series #New Dream Appreciation Week

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owl-with-a-pen · 3 years

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This is a prompt for @cyclone-rachel who gave me an idea for one of the possible fears Brainy could have faced that would have certainly held a lot more weight in the narrative. Namely, his fear that they couldn’t save Kara in time.

Thanks for the prompt, Rachel, I hope you like it!

“Everyone strap in for turbulence.”

Brainy left Kelly for his own seat feeling somewhat reassured, although that still did not deter the steady onset of nerves continuing to bud inside his chest.

Just last year, emotions such as these could have been very easily compartmentalised, and though he could still manage such tasks by honing his full concentration, it didn’t escape him how every negative emotion fought that much harder to remain at the forefront of his mind.

Fear had never perturbed him quite like it did now. In the Legion, Brainy had met many a terrifying foe, and had even run into creatures that had fed on one’s basest fears. He had always been used as the voice of reason during those instances - relied upon by his team due to his twelfth level intellect, of course, but also because he had always appeared far more impassive against adversaries of that nature. Indeed, he had quickly become the first line of defence for his fellow Legionnaires when faced with scenarios that involved emotional manipulation.

Brainy hadn’t minded, and at the time he hadn’t considered just how such events might have affected him in the long term. How much grief or torment he’d bottled deep inside without even realising the impact it might have had on his psyche.

Instead, he had felt only satisfaction that he was relied upon to deter such emotional conflicts, even if – in the past – he had at times been the instigator of similar arguments simply by stating fact over softening strategies that more empathetic members of the team may have used in his steed.

It had never been his intention, of course, but now he was beginning to understand the importance of cushioning techniques when it came to dealing with emotional unbalance. Kelly had certainly used them by assuring him he would likely not need to use her coping methods during this mission. Logically, however, Brainy knew that it was only a matter of time before the Phantom Zone affected them all in one way or another.

Brainy shook his head, easing himself back into his chair. He tried to settle his nerves by doing as J’onn had instructed. He snapped the belt over his lap, perusing the control panel before him as he glanced up at the screen mapping out their progress so far, the Q waves that projected continuously from the Phantom, far across the rocky and ancient terrain ahead of them.

Then, something flashed.

A white hot light impeded his vision for barely a moment, but it was enough for him to turn away, blinking against the unexpected hindrance. Harsher turbulence followed soon after, causing Brainy to sprawl awkwardly towards the control panel, holding himself upright. He squeezed his eyes shut, fractals of light still swimming in the darkness, before he looked up again, focusing on the screen’s readings. Such a violent strike against the ship’s defences could have easily created a number of problems, scenarios of which were already whirring at a dizzying pace through Brainy’s mind.

What he found on those screens was far worse than anything he could have calculated.

The Phantom was still present and accounted for, the feedback from the cells confirmed as much. And yet… something was wrong. So very, very wrong.

The Phantom’s Q-wave activity had all but evaporated.

Brainy frowned, reaching for the foreign make-up of J’onn’s controls, quickly mastering the Martian design as he linked with the ship’s mainframe. Perhaps the knock to the ship had caused a communication error with the Phantom’s psionic feedback.

But, after only a few seconds within the ship’s network, Brainy was able to determine that the connection was still well intact. In fact, there were no underlying errors presenting themselves anywhere within the ship. Instead, it appeared that the Q waves had simply vanished.

Which could only mean one thing.

“No, nononono,” Brainy muttered to himself, pressing aggressively at the panel. “This can’t be right. This-” He pushed back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “The Phantom. It lost Supergirl’s scent.”

Brainy only realised he’d announced that to the room when he heard uneasy murmurs begin to circulate behind him. Quick to abandon J’onn’s safety measures, his friends moved from their designated seats, swarming around Brainy’s screen.

“What do you mean?” Alex asked tightly. Brainy envisioned she was stood closest to him, an assumption that was quickly verified when her hand clenched around the back of his chair. “How is that possible?”

“It’s not,” Lena said darkly. “The Phantom’s a superpowered bloodhound, it wouldn’t give up- not unless…”

“Unless…” Brainy echoed, his throat closing up before he could say anything else. His vision was already spiralling. Vertigo swept over him as he drank in every implication of Lena’s unfinished sentence.

“Unless what?” Alex demanded.

“What’s going on?” Nia asked.

Even with everyone thinking the same question, Brainy couldn’t bring himself to say the answer out loud. Instead, he watched abjectly as the symbol of El Mayarah extinguished from the screen, taking with it the inkling of hope he had been holding onto from the moment Kara had been lost to the Phantom Zone portal.

He shook his head, driving his hands back over the controls. “No,” he said forcefully. “It could be a false reading, we should- we should keep going.” His eyes cut across the co-ordinates the screen was displaying in the absence of Supergirl’s insignia - the last known location of Kara Zor-El.

They were close, so close that the Phantom’s Q-waves weren’t necessary to put together the unaccounted distance. The ship was already scanning the area below, picking up on signs of life… signs of…

Of a body. Humanoid. Kryptonian.

With an internal temperature of…

No.

“She’s…”

Brainy’s chest stuttered, catching harshly as the beacon of light that had paved the path for his whole life suddenly went out.

“I can drop the sun bomb,” Lena said frantically, her voice barely passing through the static ringing loudly in his ears. “Maybe that’ll give her the strength she needs to…”

But, Brainy could only stare at the screen. Kara’s internal body temperature wasn’t just low… it was ice cold. And, as the ship’s calculations manifested for everyone to see, something inside of Brainy’s chest caved in on itself.

Kara wasn’t just dead. She’d been dead for… for…

For weeks.

Brainy couldn’t breathe.

He’d been using Kara’s inspiration, her passion and her optimism even in the darkest tunnels as his anchor. All this time. He’d used hope, her hope in an effort to bring her home unscathed. Because no other option would have sufficed; she had to be okay.

Because, if she was gone… then he was surely the cause.

If not for him, she would have never ended up in the Phantom Zone to begin with. If he hadn’t bottled Leviathan, if he hadn’t lied to them all, none of this would be happening.

Brainy’s vision blurred, washing away the readings as tears flooded to the surface. All of this… all of this had been for nought. All those weeks they had spent hoping, and for what? For what?

There had never been a reason to hope at all. They had been kidding themselves, all of them, to assume Kara would have survived entry into the Phantom Zone. That she hadn’t been cast there from a portal miles in the sky, falling at terminal velocity, unable to fly to safety. With no yellow sun, she had been without power, without protection. Something as simple as a broken bone would have been a death sentence in a hellscape like the Phantom Zone.

Brainy’s lips were numb. A crushing weight felt as though it was overpowering his lungs, sucking the air from within. His head throbbed with sudden pressure, a motley of untameable thoughts clawing viciously for freedom.

Something burned deep inside his chest, a pain so profound that he thought he was going to be sick. Was this what heartbreak felt like…? As though your heart was actually breaking? Snapping in two with the fragility of glass?

Brainy gasped out, clawing at his centre as he finally managed to rake in a single breath. It felt like swallowing a mouthful of razor blades, tearing at his innards as it sought passage through his lungs.

The pressure in his head mounted even further, clamouring loudly in his ears. His tears felt like acid in his eyes, but he couldn’t make them fall. Instead, he remained blind to the world. Blind to everything.

And yet, something still pressed him far at the back of his mind.

A tiny voice whispering that it couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be real.

…Was it?

Was it real?

Where was his focus? Brainy struggled through another breath, trying desperately to blink away his tears. The pain ate at him, so poignant he could barely function, but he was meant to… to focus, yes? That had been the point. To… to compartmentalise. To…

To focus on what was real.

But it felt real. The despondency that welled inside his chest, the fire in his head, scorching him every time he imagined Kara, lifeless and alone on the cold terrain below. He felt it, all of it, and he couldn’t bear it.

“Why should you have to?”

Brainy’s head jerked up instinctively, glancing about himself as he sniffed hard, turning in his chair.

His friends were no longer present, but he was not alone.

Humanoid forms took residency at the centre of the ship’s control room. They stood stolidly, arms clasped in front of them, heads bowed low.

Among the static shapes, whispers began to permeate.

Brainy blinked quickly, wiping at his face as he forced himself from his chair, grabbing its back when his legs threatened to buckle. He weighed himself against it, heart thundering in his head, but it was not enough to drown out the voices suddenly invading his mind, breaking free from the boxes he’d built a long time ago.

They shouldn’t be… they couldn’t…

“Excessive emotional turmoil,” the same voice as before said, dripping with fake pity. “It’s truly remarkable what it can set loose.”

Brainy felt ill. “No. No, you can’t—you can’t!” His voice rang out around him, falling on deaf ears.

The voices only seemed to revel in his anguish. Brainy groaned out, clenching his hands around his head, curling in on himself as the whispers intensified.

He caught words within the ocean of sound, enticing murmurs, urging him to come forward, to step into the space still reserved for him. Even after all this time.

Alongside the insistent encouragement of his peers, the shapes in front of him began to take form. Some were green, most of them were green, but one stood out amongst the crowd. A blue skinned woman with red hair grinned wickedly at him, raising her hand in a partial salute.

Indigo?

Brainy’s eyes glanced desperately at the Coluans stood before him.

His blood, stretching back generations. His clan.

His ancestral memory come to life.

A strangled sound caught in Brainy’s throat as their voices pitched inside his mind. He couldn’t- he couldn’t pack them away. No box could patch the hole that had torn through his internal storage. His emotions were frenzied, wild and chaotic and he was… he could not tame them.

“What’s the matter, Querl?” Indigo asked playfully. “Cat got your tongue?”

Brainy shuddered involuntarily when he saw the claws that manifested along Indigo’s fingers. She grinned, snapping them aggressively towards him.

“That’s enough.”

Brainy already felt so drained, the new voice was nearly too much for him to bear. It was only a small comfort that the other whispers stilled at its presence, petering out to an almost manageable hum.

With everything so muddled already, Brainy hadn’t recognised her at first. He chastised himself immediately. How foolish of him not to assume that she would be here, somehow. The voice of reason that he had clung onto for so long, that he had followed blindly and passionately, because he’d believed that if he did… she might one day love him.

But, her eyes were just as cold as they always had been.

Brainiac 4 materialised at the centre of the room, batting Indigo aside as though she were nothing but a child. Indigo’s image shimmered as a result, but Brainy hardly paid it mind. The only person he could focus his energy on was the most dangerous in the room.

A woman he had once called mother.

He didn’t want to say that word again, and yet with all the hopelessness inside his heart, the emptiness that threatened to swallow him whole, he couldn’t help but cling to the image of Brainiac 4 as she walked towards him, reaching out her hand.

When her cold fingers brushed across his cheek, Brainy’s lips trembled, and the tears in his eyes finally began to fall.

Brainiac 4 reviewed his reaction inquisitively, her brow raised in question. “My boy,” she said, tucking her hand beneath his chin, enough to tip his watery gaze towards hers. “Why don’t you give up on these silly little pretences? Doesn’t it hurt to hold onto all of this pain?”

Join us.

The whisper that broke through what little resolve he had left sounded far more like Indigo’s than any other. It thrilled through his nerves, whispering scintillating invitations into his mind.

Brainy flinched from his mother’s hand, fingers clenching tightly against his palms.

She was right. It did hurt. Every fibre of his being ached with it. He wanted to let it out, wanted to discard it as Lena had taught him. Throw every feeling out into the open with a vicious cry. He wanted to collapse into a ball and never, ever come out.

But, he could do none of those things. Instead, he had to live with the guilt that ate into his heart, the heartbreak that would surely never heal. He had to stand there knowing what he had done, what he was responsible for.

That he would never, ever see her smile again.

The death of the future as he knew it. The death of Supergirl.

His family.

Brainy stirred at that thought. After all, who were his family?

He tore his gaze from his mother’s, long enough to turn about the room, seeking out the spaces that had been left blank. He hardly remembered who had been stood there before his ancestors had actualised. If he focused hard enough, he thought, perhaps, he could see echoes of people occupying that same space, but he saw no faces. Remembered no names.

Not real.

He couldn’t see them, and if he couldn’t see them then he most certainly could not touch them. Could not hear or smell them.

That decided it, then. It was simple, nearly too simple.

Whoever had existed before - they had been the lies. Echoes of another life, one that had never meant to be his. After all, his ancestors reached far beyond the five senses. They were an innate part of his very makeup as a Coluan. As a Brainiac.

And they had always been real.

Brainy’s chest spasmed as a sob nearly wracked him, more tears welling in his eyes. And… and he didn’t want to feel this way. It was nonsensical, to dwell on dreams, on nightmares. They only sought to make him weak. And a Brainiac was never weak.

His mother’s hands were solid when they took his shoulders, leaching the heat from his skin.

Her lips quirked with satisfaction. “You see it, don’t you? This simulation you have created for yourself is a destined failure. It is time to put your uninhibited mind to good use.” Her nails bit sharply into his flesh. “Join us. As you were destined to.”

Brainy nodded mutely. After all, why should he feel pain? What was the use of this frivolous emotion? What was the point in any of the good if it only meant feeling all this bad?

It would only weigh him down, which would not do. Indeed, he had a legacy to uphold.

Brainy’s eyes fluttered shut, finally letting the last of his mental barriers slip away with one long, cleansing exhale. The voices wasted no time, rushing in like an aggressive wave, swallowing him whole in seconds.

When Brainy opened his eyes, he felt no pain. No heartbreak.

Instead, he absconded from the needless weight of his emotional baggage, stepping forward into his mother’s waiting arms.

#supergirl #supergirl fanfiction #my writing #brainiac 5 #brainiac 4 #kara zor el #alex danvers #lena luthor #nia nal #my prompts #cyclone-rachel #lol if you want this can be a belated birthday present of sorts #this took longer to edit than anticipated and i might add a few bits and bobs in later but i hope you enjoy!

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kaypeace21 · 3 years

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Things that you think might be about Will and Lonnie,, could easily be about El and Dr Brenner.. I mean this is the "El show" after all and if Will's character was really THAT important don't you think they would have given him a good storyline in S3 instead of giving him like,, 2 dialogues?

I’ve received this question over 20 times (despite answering this same question multiple times in the past). I love El- but can milevens and El stans who make literally everything (and I mean EVERYTHING about her ) just stop with this talking point XD . I literally saw someone say Lonnie coming back in s4 will revolve around El’s plot line (instead of y’know the characters who actually have a history with him!!!) . Just stop 😂. Sorry , I’ve answered this specific question multiple times!!!

And I’m tired of repeating myself.OVER AND OVER. (pics from past posts)

They gave the fans “everything they wanted” (by showing how bad their ideas are- ie ships , evil russians, el is the ‘chosen one’ who is over reliant on Mike . And is the chosen one despite it creating plot holes ) all while still forwarding the narrative. And still furthering the DID plot line. El being the ‘chosen one ‘ -the mf was supposedly after since s1 creates so many plot holes. Aka mf chased and possessed Will at school, when El was also at the school at the same time as Will/mf. But he ignored her at school, and the whole year he stalked Will . And he even said he wanted to kill everyone but Will last season -to supposedly wanting to kill everyone including Will. There’s a reason for this too I’ve already discussed (in the DID link).They also made season 3 which they equated to new coke- the season that magically made all about her . Which has A LOT of symbolism

El being the “chosen one” and shifting focus away from Will /the famillal love of the Byers is what “going away from the original formula “ was! s1-s2 everyone teamed up to save the missing /possessed Will. And the Byers family was always the heart of the story. S3 was essentially- lets push Will to the side make it all about El, not do any team work cause we’ll all over rely on El to be the ‘chosen one’ until she loses her powers. (And then only team up when she loses her powers.) El doesn’t save the day, all 33 townspeople died (she couldn’t save any of them), the characters all had to save her in the end, and she couldn’t even face the monster without losing her powers . She’s not the ‘chosen one’. The s4 video store even has a poster of “the coco cola boy” (an anti coke /anti corporation/anti American imperialist movie). A hint they’re returning to the original formula- and secretly didn’t like the surface level tropes of s3 (especially cause most people missed the hidden themes behind them) . I already talked about how s3 had hidden anti-corporatist/anti-capitalistic themes, and purposely subverted romantic expectations- and dissed El being the chosen one -here -in more detail .

Even the season 3 poster teased how s3 looses the core of the show by making it ALL ABOUT El! Instead of El, Mike, and Will remaining the tri-protagonists (they were in s1-2) ! THIS ISN’T THE “ EL SHOW”- IT NEVER WAS! It’s ALWAYS been an ensemble cast of characters!

* Also, regardless of brenner coming back and being associated in the kids going missing in Hawkins. ya’ll look ridiculous when you act like Will isn’t an important character (we get it you hate him). Doesn’t change the fact, the show’s creators make “stranger things day’ all about him (on social media every year)! Or the fact,the show’s first 2 seasons wouldn’t even exist without him. Just stop... and actually bother rewatching the show , so you can see the obvious fact that MANY of the other characters , not just El or even Will, are important (and that this isn’t the “El-show”).

#will byers #el hopper #stranger things #jane ives

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mystech-master · 3 years

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My FGO Servant ideas/Servants I'd expect

These are some Servant ideas that I have had since I've already asked what you guys want.

I know that the Servant has to be someone that people know for the most part, since almost every Servant is someone that everyone knows with a few exceptions.

Some spoilers for other Fate works bellow

Saber

Yagyu Jubei, the One-Eyed Samurai. I feel like his NP will be some kind of Mystic Eye under his eyepatch or something. But if they want to go super Bullshut, I could imagine him being a Pseudo-Servant of Yvette L Lehrman.

Archer

Tchaikovsky, composer of 1812 Overture. The Orchestral song featuring CANNONS! I have already made a Reddit post about it here. I am trying not to just shove people in Caster

Angelica Ainsworth, holder of the Gilgamesh Class Card in Prisma Illya. I wonder how Archer/Caster Gil would react to her, or even Enkidu. I mean we know Kid Gil isn't fond of her.

Lancer

Arachne, the Spider-Woman Weaver. Her Lance would simply be an enlarged sewing needle. She'd either be a sort of Spider- Centaur, or the Spider-Legs would be coming out of her legs. For some extra shit, she might be merged with the Japanese Spider-Yokai Jorogumo, or just reference it similar to how Galatea referenced the tsukumogami. Also, her being a woman made into a monster by Athena, Medusa might gain a new friend.

Sigma,>! Maiya Hisau's son from Fate/Strange Fake. Apparently the True Lancer of the True and False Holy Grail War!<. I really just want him in to see how he'd interact with the EMIYA family. ~~Someone give Shirou/EMIYA some guy friends!~~ Of course, we'll need to wait a long time for strange fate to finish to get him since the author doesn't like using f/sf characters for anything else atm.

Loki, god of mischief. Maybe being half-Jotunn can be a good enough justification to keep him as himself and not need to be a Pseudo. I like OSP's interpretation of a "genderfluid benevolent but mischievous Hearth Spirit who protects the home and family". Genderfluid would open up for one of Fate's many genderbends they love doing, but if they kept him male and make his character about all the kids he has, then imagine...Loki, who is a god of mischief and a dad.........Loki making dad jokes. Although I feel like they might go with the female Loki one since Fate loves Genderbends and IDk if Japan has an equivalent to dad jokes. The reason he'd be a Lancer is the spear of Mistletoe he gave to Höðr which then resulted in Baldr's death which is treated as the precursor to Ragnarok.

Rider

Jiraiya, the Gallant Ninja. It was either this, with him riding his summonable Toad (I mostly think of this video), Assassin b/c Ninja, Caster b/c of reasons covered in the video linked before and some similar videos by the same guy, and Saber with the Nakirimaru, or "wave cutting sword," used to exorcise the Snake Spirit from Orochimaru. I went with Rider so the Rock-Paper-Scissors match of Frog-Slug-Snake matches the classes of Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru respectively.

Caster

Tsunade, the Slug Maiden. The reason is mentioned above in Jiraiya's segment.

TOHSAKA, Rin as a Counter Guardian. The closest we'll get to actual Rin on her own with no other god(dess) inhabiting her body as a servant. NP would be the Jeweled Sword Zelretch. Also, imagine Ishtar seeing the older Rin (her vessel)'s more developed body and getting pissed.

Orpheus, the musical son of Apollo. Considering one big part of his story was being so bummed about his wife dying that his music just depressed everyone, even the gods, with his bad vibes, I could imagine them making him into sort of an emo guitar player or some shit. But if that is too lame then giving his Lyre some Siren Song-esque powers might be something since during his adventures with the Argonauts, since when the sirens began to sing he "played music that was louder and more beautiful, drowning out the Sirens' bewitching songs."

Assassin

Not too sure on the spirit, hopefully a Death God, but I want a Pseudo-Servant of Kairi Sisigou. I mean a Necromancer Mercenary, TELL ME that doesn't fit. Also the possible fun interactions he can have with Mordred again, and her family and new friends.

I mentioned above, Orochimaru, with him being a Pseudo-Servant in Souichirou Kuzuki. I just needed a snake-themed servant to put him in because I know everyone wants him as a pesudo so Medea can have her husband.

Berserker

Kriemhild, wife of Siegfried. Either this or Avenger. Berserker would be the most fitting for my idea, but Avenger would also fit and most likely have cooler animations I bet. As the wiki says about her personality: "Kriemhild held a "deep‐rooted and blind love" for Siegfried, such that it's described as "passionate love that repays the murder of one’s loved one with twice the payback." Siegfried's death, rather than assuage the feud with Brunhild, caused Kriemhild to "burn with the flames of revenge."' NP being a more demonic/dark version of Balmung. I wanted her to be a sort of obsessive wife and mother to Siegfried and Sieg (I like to imagine them having a mentor-student to father-son dynamic), the family dynamics between the three would be fun to imagine.

Lycaon, the wolf king. He once tested Zeus' omniscience by serving him the roasted flesh of Lycaon's own son Nyctimus, in order to see whether Zeus was truly all-knowing. In return for these gruesome deeds, Zeus transformed Lycaon into a wolf. He'd be a pseudo for Svin Glascheit. I just needed a wolf spirit to put Svin in. I mean everyone already is imagining Berserker-Jack the Ripper using Flat as a vessel.

Magni, son of Thor. Do I even need to explain who I am using as a vessel for this Spirit?

Avenger

Pandora, the all-endowed first woman. At first, I was unsure about her class. Yes, the whole thing of Pandora's Box was made as a punishment for Prometheus stealing fire (I wonder how Fate would interpret this with the whole Age of Gods vs Age of Man thing), but as the wiki says "She was given knowledge by the gods that she had to wait until humanity perished so that she can finally open the box and release the world's true potential. Because of her immortality, Pandora suffered greatly as people unreasonably tried to kill the undying mud doll whenever they discovered she wasn't human. After so many years of suffering, Pandora began questioning on why she had to go through this for humans."

Captain Ahab, Captain of the Pequod. >!Implied to be one of Watcher's Shadows in fate/strange fake, so the reason he'd be unavailable is stated above!<. His NP would be his prosthetic leg made out of whalebone, which may give him some aquatic abilities. Or it might be the harpoon that he got tangled in which resulted in his death.

MoonCancer

Tsukuyomi, the Shinto Moon God. Using Hakuno Kishinami as a vessel. I mean combining the Admin authority from the EXTELLA's Regalia which grants him kingship of the Moon Cell with Tsukuyomi's moon god authority would be pretty cool. I know a lot of people want a Dioscuri situation where we get both male and female Hakunos but I feel like it'd be one or the other. Of course, this is only if Hakuno NEEDS a god in him. I partially Headcanon that the reason BB made Jinako a MoonCancer was as a test run for when she does it to Hakuno.

Alter Ego

Ergo, The Man Who Devoured God. From The Adventures of Lord El-Melloi. " Because of the method of creation he has several gods within him after devouring their flesh. All three gods within him, one of which is Sun Wukong, have the shared themes of "water gods" and "hands"." Having 3 gods fits man other Alter Egos haveing 3 gods in them (Sakura Five, Ashiya Douman, and Sitonai).

>!U-Olga Marie, the Alien God. The Best chance we get of having Olga back. Similar reason for being summoned as Kiara.!<

Lemme know what you guys think of my ideas and if you'd add anything to them.

#fate #fate series #fate grand order #fgo

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Choice #7; Cowboy/Steampunk Fusion

Right, here we go with lucky #7; So, a Gotham that is still kind of young and a bit like the Old West like Back to the Future Part 3. The Wayne's are throwing a party with their 8-year-old daughter, Bryce in attendance.

Everything is going swimmingly until a youngish Theo Galavan and his Maniax show up, including 14-year-old Jerome and Jeremiah, as well as 'Matches' Malone intent on robbing the place.

Anyway, Jerome and Jeremiah think Bryce is cute but are a little messed up in the head so they think branding her with their mark is like a promise ring as they promise they are going to be big time Outlaws and treat her like a queen, and the brand is meant to scare other hoodlums off.

Thomas naturally goes to protect his daughter but Theo, who was looking for an excuse, shoots him, then Martha. He hits Bryce and sets fire to the home, figuring he's killed the last of the Wayne's, so now there's nothing stopping him from taking over Gotham.

Too bad he didn't see Matches go back inside to save poor little Bryce. Remember how Matches said he doesn't kill babies? Well, I expanded that to kids as well. Now, Matches feels bad for his part in Bryce becoming an orphan so he takes her and moves away from Gotham to help make her strong and train her to be a bounty hunter. Along the way, she meets and is trained by old west heroes like Bat Lash, El Diablo (Lazarus Lane), and of course Jonah Hex.

Matches also teaches her the most important thing she'll need to know to get close to Theo Galavan; how to act and sound like a man. To be a perfect duality; female vigilante and male Bounty Hunter. As she reaches her 18th year, he knows he's dying, so he kills himself after explaining everything she'll need to know, and makes it look like she killed him, so 'The Bat' will have her first Bounty, and she goes one step further; as she was branded, so too will she brand her victims with the insignia of a bat. For her male persona, she takes the name, Matthew Malone.

It takes her a year to make it back to Gotham as Matches took her to Mexico or something to keep her safe, and along the way she meets Lucius Fox who worked for her father, and Lee Thompkins, a doctor who was run out of Gotham by Galavan's partner, Sofia Falcone.

She helps Lee sneak back into Gotham, disguised as Thomas Leslie (if you have a better suggestion, I'm open to it). Gotham has changed a fair bit in the eleven years she’s been gone as there are now fairly tall skyscrapers, but people still get around by horse and buggy, though these horses are robots, hence the steampunk element. By an amazing coincidence, the saloon Matthew stops in at to get a cold beer, is patroned by the Valeska brothers, who still work for Galavan but now have their own crew; who else, but the Horribles. Everyone else clears out when the Horribles announce their impending arrival, but 'Matthew' wants to finish his beer, then he'll leave. Jerome tries to hassle him, but Matthew ignores him until Jerome goes for Matthew's gun (yes, he has a gun, I will explain later), only to find Matthew has a dummy gun that is coated with a mild form of Tetrodotoxin; not enough to kill him, but his arm and mouth go numb. Others would be offended at this; Jerome, his brother, and the others all find it hilarious; even Victor laughs at it. Matthew then pulls out $100 bill and pays for the first round of drinks for the Horribles as apology for the gun.

Matthew goes to leave but the Horribles invite him to have a drink with them; anyone who can shut Jerome up deserves a drink. They ask him if he's a Bounty Hunter with the kind of money he has, and he answers yes. They ask him about his family, and he‘reveals' he's the‘son' of Matches Malone, who Jerome and Jeremiah vaguely remember. When Matthew reveals his father was killed by The Bat, the others are intrigued and ask if he actually saw The Bat as no one is certain if she's real or just a legend. Matthew then rolls up his sleeve and reveals a 'Bat Brand', which she gave him when he tried to protect his father.

Before more can be said, Selina Kyle, protege of Tabitha Galavan and Bryce's childhood friend comes in with some news she just got from the telegraph office; The Bat was sighted not too far from Gotham, and may be on her way to their city. The Horribles are all excited to test their skills against The Bat, but Matthew warns them that she is lightning quick with her whip and daggers and is good at using the shadows to disappear, and that's without taking into account her horse; a large black stallion named Daredevil (if you think it should be Ace, tell me, but Daredevil sounded more ‘Old West’), a far cry from the steampunk horses everyone in Gotham uses. He then rises to leave, saying he's hoping to find lodgings and work in Gotham for maybe a month as his last Bounty managed to get him pretty good, and he could do with some steady work for a bit. Selina offers a room at the 'House of Instant Happiness' she owns; normally $50 a night, but she'll knock it down to $40 if he helps keep the rowdier customers under control the nights he's there. He agrees, and they shake on it; Selina notes in passing that, even for gloved, powerful hands, they seem a little small for a man, but brushes it off.

That night, someone from the Narrows is dragged out into the streets as he can't afford his ‘protection' this week, so Sophia is determined to make an example of him; as her enforcer goes to pull the trigger, however, a large piece of metal, later determined to be in the shape of a bat, comes whistling through the night and hits the guy right in the hand, taking it off; The Bat has come to Gotham. She swings down and informs Sofia that ‘she has never liked bullies'. Sofia responds that she doesn't like rodents that get in her way. The Bat responds that Sofia's face may be a little pinched, but there's no need to call herself a rodent.

A fight breaks out, and the worst injury The Bat gets is a black-eye while she takes down three of Sofia's best men and Daredevil takes out one of Galavan's men. The next day, Matthew is again at the Saloon when the Horribles arrive and they ask him if he's still looking for work. He responds yes he is, so they take him to see Mayor Galavan who is more than happy to take on the son of an ‘old friend'; it helps that Matthew can fight like nobodies business and is as good a shot as his father. While there, Matthew meets the Galavan's butler, and her heart clenches painfully in her chest; it's Alfred, and he just looks so downtrodden, not at all the man she remembers playing with her as a little girl. A week goes by with the days as Matthew and nights as The Bat, and Lee worries that Bryce will burn herself out before she gets her revenge, but Bryce is determined, more so ever since she saw Alfred. Matthew manages to move up a little when he manages to hold off the Bat long enough (maybe Lee in her costume? I haven't figured that out yet). What's surprising is how friendly Matthew gets with the Legion of Horribles as well as Deputy Mayor Oswald Cobblepot, his assistant Edward Nygma, and even his bodyguard, Victor Zsasz, all of whom are treated like dirt by Galavan and Sofia.

Bryce finally gets her chance; Galavan is holding a party at his house with his lieutenants, and Matthew is invited for protection. The setting is too perfect to pass up and she lays a bomb, ready to die herself if it means she'll take down Galavan as well. Problem is, Tabitha is there as well, which means Selina is there, along with the Horribles, Oswald, and poor Alfred is slaving away in the kitchen. She doesn't care about her own life, but she can't risk theirs; yes, Jerome and Jeremiah were there when her parents were killed and branded her, but she’s honestly come to like the two psychos. She manages to sneak a note to Selina, hoping she'll get the Horribles and Alfred out in time, signed by The Bat.

Selina manages to get the Horribles together and get them to Alfred, who was always rather nice to ‘The Freaks’ as Sofia and Galavan call them so they don’t want to see him get hurt either. When she shows Alfred the note, he just about has a heart attack; it may be more mature than when he last saw it, but he'd know that handwriting anywhere; it's *Bryce's* handwriting. He reveals a mark hidden on the paper near the signature; a heart with thorns wrapped around it;Bryce and Selina’s ‘secret symbol’ that they always signed their notes with to appear more ‘cool’. Selina can hardly believe her childhood friend is alive and well (if a little nuts to dress like some kind of Zorro/Bat hybrid and fight Outlaws) and Alfred, knowing his beloved little Mistress is alive, realizes why Matthew Malone looked so familiar. Matthew is really Bryce, which kick starts the reasoning in the twins minds; Matt, as Bryce, was the cute little girl they promised themselves to all those years ago. They manage to locate the bomb and disarm it.

Later, after the party, and Bryce mourns the lost chance of getting her revenge by warning Selina who must have found the bomb and disabled it out of loyalty to Tabitha, she meets up with Lucius at a cave just outside Gotham, unaware that the Horribles and Selina have followed her. They watch as Bryce, Lucius, and Lee all argue about just how far Bryce is willing to go in her revenge. Yeah, Lee wants to put Sofia in the ground, but she wants to be alive to enjoy it. Bryce responds that she has spent the last eleven years of her life training for this chance; learning sword and pistol, becoming ambidextrous so no one would even think to link left-handed Bat with right-handed Malone, learning to deepen her voice and more masculine habits so no one would suspect a thing. She hasn't gone through all that just to see Galavan get away with his crimes; she's going to kill him (remember, Bryce was raised by Matches, El Diablo, and Jonah Hex, not Alfred; she doesn’t quite have the same problem with killing as she normally would). Selina, Bridgit, Ivy, and Ecco all manage to get back to the city before Bryce and lay a trap in her room. When Matthew arrives, he and Selina talk for a few minutes before she deliberately calls him Bryce, and asks how she could not tell her that she was alive. Bryce goes for one of her smoke bombs to get out fast, but the others manage to ambush her, tie her up, and manage to knock her out before giving her to Jerome, Jeremiah, Jervis, Jonathan, and Victor so they can... interrogate her. ;)

They take her back to their private place where Jeremiah examines her arm and, sure enough, there's their old brand right where they left it when Thomas Wayne tried to stop them. He and the others, who are in a relationship, talk to her and find out her plan to kill Galavan, which they wouldn't mind as Galavan is a chicken-heart, no lip, slimy worm, but they also like Bryce so they don't want her to enact her suicide mission. To keep her from escaping, they tire her out with sex (cheesy, I know, but she is an escape artist and a very determined woman; they have to keep her energy low while they come up with a plan that doesn’t involve her dying). Bryce has had sex before, both as a woman and as a man (she has a strap-on, OK?), but it was always painful as her partners cared more for their pleasure than hers, which didn’t bother her as sex was just a tool to get close or a means of getting information. But the guys are all tender with her and make sure she enjoys it and she doesn’t know how to block this out like she does pain. Particularly with Jonathan as the little sweetie has never been with a woman before so the others guide him on what feels good for a woman; she’s embarrassed when he actually makes her squirt. But when she hears word that Galavan and Sofia have captured Lee and Lucius, she knocks them out with one of Jonathan's gas bombs, and goes to turn herself in. Galavan tortures her and Sofia goes to kill Lee, only for the Horribles, Oswald, Ed, Zsasz, and undercover lackey Joe Chill, who in reality is Marshal James Gordon to come charging in to save the day. During a scuffle, a lamp is knocked over, Sofia is killed by Barbara who wants Lee to be in a threesome with her and Tabitha (Lee: Hey, I’ll try anything once), and Galavan's house is set on fire. Bryce takes after Galavan, determined to see this end as it began. Victor can't follow because of all the flames and Jonathan's suit is hardly fireproof, so it's up to the other three. They see Galavan and Bryce fighting, but Galavan is about to get the upper hand and kill her when he's shot from behind; it's Alfred with a shotgun.

Alfred: Consider that my resignation from your service... Bloody Bastard.

It's not easy but they all manage to get out and Bryce will be laid up for a while, but she's done what she set out to do. Too bad she doesn't know what to do now that's gotten her revenge.

Bryce is in a room owned by the Sirens, surrounded by her friends just after the fire: Well, I should be up and around in about a week or two, then I’ll find a new city to go to and-

Ivy: Wait, you’re leaving?!

Male Horribles who have been waiting outside the room for the OK to come in but have been listening at the door: LEAVING?!

Bridgit sighs as she stands, rolls her eyes, walks to the door, opens it, and the male Horribles, excluding Victor as he naturally has more sense, all come tumbling into the room: Behold, Bryce; you’re idiots.

#Another choice #somebody stop me #gotham #poll #cowboy

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aestheticaxolotl · 3 years

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Lets Talk About Gunnar Maelstrom

Evil Daddies is where it’s at.

One of the meanings of the word "Maelstrom" is 'A situation of state of confused movement or violent turmoil.

Let me start with Maelstrom, usung the Carmen Sandiego Wiki to break him down as a whole, starting with appearance and personality (Excluding the comments around his action in the show, this will be hard seeing his major inclusion to the story so please bear with me once more as I do this).

Professor Maelstrom is a middle-aged man with pale skin and white hair with a receding hairline. He has broad shoulders and wears a black blazer over a dark gray turtleneck. As stated previously, Maelstrom is seen as being an almost unnaturally pale color, hinting towards possible Albinism.

Now, Middle aged according to the wiki page is between 50 and 60. Seeing the receding hairline and the lines on his face (Also can someone point me to a source about those random chin hairs? Like please I need context).

He obviously has stress and sleep lines. I imagine these are due to his life choices and idiot operatives. His ethnicity is stated as being Swedish but continues to contradict itself when it later states that Maelstrom is from Scandinavia. I think this is to throw the readers and deep show watchers off and it would work better if both ethnicity and race were left as unknown.

Now we move on to the easier things, personality, which is LONG. So let me start writing!

Of the five members of V.I.L.E's faculty, Maelstrom seems to command the most authority and serve as the de facto leader of the group, being the first to speak as well as hand out orders. As one may expect, Professor Maelstrom is criminally insane, which is ironic, considering his forte is psychiatry. Professor Maelstrom often likes to tinker with his patients' psyches and enjoys psychologically evaluating students, much like someone finding joy in pulling the wings off a butterfly. He does possess some level of awareness to his own insanity, though he is quick to brush it off as a mere label that other weak-minded people have given him. He also has an apparent fondness for the more psychotic recruits. In keeping with his name, his main desire is to spread chaos and disorder, with any actual gain being a secondary concern at best. Carmen considered him to be creepy, and rightfully so after he and Dr. Bellum collaborated to wipe Crackle's brain. Professor Maelstrom loathes Cookie Booker as he has no tolerance for her stuck up behavior towards him. He seems to have a fondness for marine life, as his office hosts a giant aquarium filled with jellyfish and other specimens. His use of the term "bait" as a pun is in reference to fishing bait, and in the novel adaptation, it is used twice. Further expanding the psychological exam scene from the show, in the novel, he declares that Carmen gave the "wrong" answer to the Rorschach test, stating that the image was a seahorse. The novelization expanded his sense of humor, though it mentions that even that had a dark and unpredictable tinge to it, showing delight in the lengths that his students would go in order to not be called upon in class. The show does have him throw a small quip every once in a while, often tinged with exasperation at his colleagues' antics or ignorance. He also enjoys making Countess Cleo envious of his fashion style, having asked Le Chevre and El Topo in the "The Fishy Doubloon Caper" to acquire an Ecuadorian Eight Escudos doubloon to be melted into solid gold cufflinks.

As done in my previous post, I will be diving deeper into the statement in the bolded font.

Maelstrom seems to command the most authority and serve as the de facto leader of the group,

I don’t see any major reason for this face besides that there is a level of respect among the Faculty that centers around Maelstrom, seeing as he is one of the psychologically smarter than any of the other members, except Shadowsan but that is a post for another day. He is a very scary character because he is unpredictable, and possibly in the minds of the other, can be blamed for their crimes should they ever had been caught, but this leads me to my second quip with Gunnar Maelstrom.

Professor Maelstrom is criminally insane, which is ironic, considering his forte is psychiatry

When one looks up the term ‘Criminally insane’ we get the following “an accused person that is deemed to be suffering from cognitive illness or fault which frees then of lawful accountability for the unlawful behaviors” from https://psychologydictionary.org/criminally-insane/.

I cannot at all say that I support this terminology on the stance that Maelstrom is more than aware of his action, to the point where he logically makes the choices to leave his fellow faculty behind at the prospect of capture. One cannot say that a “Criminally insane’ person is able to make these choices so quickly and with such calculation as to pack a go bag and hire an escape driver. But I digress.

He does possess some level of awareness to his own insanity, though he is quick to brush it off as a mere label that other weak-minded people have given him.

I don’t think that Maelstrom can stand to be labeled by other people. The exact use of the phrase “Weak-minded’ points me to believe that Maelstrom sees himself as mentally stronger, powerful, and far beyond that of the average person. This points to his class, and I’ll explain this in the next part, being the most critical and important to V.I.L.E as a whole.

His main desire is to spread chaos and disorder

This is WAY too specific to just be a drop in detail. No character is created be be a chaotic mixture, but they are built to SPREAD chaos, and Maelstrom is the perfect character to do this. His favor to Paperstar is a direct jab at this detail about him, she is an element of chaos that he put into play, the disorder of her is why he places her, while the other faculty hate Paperstar, he finds her the perfect wild card.

Professor Maelstrom loathes Cookie Booker

I fully think this is, as the wiki and al of my sources say, Cookie Booker represents the original 1998 Carmen Sandeigo. And the loathing between them is a reference to the original game and books.

He seems to have a fondness for marine life, as his office hosts a giant aquarium filled with jellyfish and other specimens.

Not gonna lie, but I love this detail. The details, that caused me to GO BACK and watch the episodes with Maelstrom, was that the man likes fish. This adds onto the effect that he is rather cold and uncaring towards people, seeing them a thing to observe and keep. I also just love the idea of him having a fish tank and spoiling his goldfish that he named Clyde or something equally related to big time crime, like Al Capone or as said before Clyde.

He also enjoys making Countess Cleo envious of his fashion style

I’m sorry but Cleo and Gunnar challenging each other to see who is better in fashion? I’m sorry but they are the fashion police. Also I think this places WHO he is close to in the Faculty. I am very willing to bet that Maelstrom, who left Coach Brunt to drown and die, would NEVER leave Cleo or Bellum (Possibly) to die because they align more with HIS goals.

Brunt is... Dare I say... THE DUMBEST OF THE V.I.L.E FACULTY

WHAT DOES SHE DO?!?!

WHY IS SHE HERE?!

SHE’S STRONG AND THAT’S IT!

I digress (i used that phrase twice now), I just think his goals line up more with Cleo and (Again, possibly) Bellums’.

Now I go onto my favorite part of these paragraphs, the trivia/abilities. I love trivia/abilities, just because everyone sees this word and they are like ‘oh it’s just dumb facts’. BUT NO! It’s DENSTRAMENTAL to the character and links to their personalities.

He is capable of expertly performing a bait and switch. Professor Maelstrom specializes in psychiatry. He has been shown to have a favorite student, similar to the other faculty, in Paper Star; despite her disregard of the protocol in Mumbai. His grudge against Cookie Booker could be a subtle reference to the hostile relationship that his previous incarnation had with Carmen Sandiego in the 90's cartoon. As shown in the season three episode, The Haunted Bayou Caper, he has a fondness for Halloween.

Most od this is already covered, i know, so I won’t go over what I already did. SO let me just say... I know-

He is capable of expertly performing a bait and switch

I NEED to SEE Maelstrom just- *Pulls and Bait and switch* -STEAL FROM SOMEONE. Like. I could totally believe that Maelstrom is the sleekest, most sneaky, most Swiper is swiping guy in the world. I am okay with letting them tell me this, but NO okay with them not SHOWING ME.

Netflix, I HOPE you see this so you can give me a SHOW on HOW GUNNAR MET MY MOTHER, COUNTESS CLEO.

He has a fondness for Halloween.

Charlie Pants.

Do I need to say any more?

Okay, big ending time. So Gunnar Maelstrom, a deeply interesting character, mysterious backstory that a person can read into, different fun facts that lead to speculation and interest and amazing stories. I love Gunnar Maelstrom’s character, his personality, and his appearance. His effect? 100. His story? 100. His ability to make me rewatch the series? 100.

Thanks for reading this. I’ll have another one out soon! Requests are open

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addictofsupernatural · 4 years

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Emotions (pt. 12)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy does his best to win you back, but a certain person keeps getting in the way.

Word Count: 2485

Chapter 1 • Chp. Masterlist

Billy was not giving up. He was set on winning you back, and started by waiting at your house to take you to school. At first you tried to ignore him and just walk, but he kept driving next to you and you felt too guilty. You'd end up getting inside and seeing his relieving smile. Hopper did always say that your conscious would screw you over some day.

During biology he was constantly trying to make you laugh. His charming jokes and quick wit would eventually get to you, and you would end up cracking a smile. You couldn't help it; you just thought it was funny how much of a child he could be, even with his beautiful grin.

During lunch you went with Steve Harrington. It pissed him off, but he needed to learn that you're entitled to hang out with anyone you want. He just didn't understand why it had to be him. When Billy passed by you in the halls or anywhere at lunch, he would always smile and wink at you. He'd see you blush, which was all he needed.

Billy had learned to have patience. He needed to be patient with you when you felt insecure about yourself, or when you didn't understand something simple. Looking back at it now, he could see why you had trouble adjusting to normalcy. He would now need to be his most patient self, because right now you were doing something you thought would be best for Billy, and he saw that you were trying your hardest to be better for him by trying to have him move on. He just needed enough patience for you to realize that he wasn't going to move on from the love of his life.

When Steve caught on that Billy's dumb ass face was actually working on you, he knew that he had to do something as your self proclaimed best friend. He invited Jonathan over to see what to do about it, pacing the floor and acting like he was planning a war strategy.

"We have to do something about this!" He said to Jonathan in the living room, with you easily listening from your bedroom easily listening. Hearing the two of them was like having a devil and angel on your shoulder. "Okay, what's our plan?"

"I don't know man. I think Billy's okay now, if I'm being honest. He's actually sorry, and he's okay now with y/n's powers. Maybe we should give him a chance?"

"Are you kidding me? And let my friend get hurt again? No, she's not going to fall for that dickhead again. Someone has to protect her; she's too innocent."

"Hey, dumbasses," You said from your door frame. "If you don't want me to listen in then maybe you shouldn't be talking about this crap in my house."

"See what I mean?! He taught her how to curse!" He then pointed to you. "And shut up. Your house is comfy, okay?"

"He's actually not wrong about that." Jonathan mumbled.

You scoffed. "I told you guys, we're not getting back together. And shouldn't I be able to make my own decisions anyways?"

"No, you need the guidance of a loyal friend." You rolled your eyes at his serious face, which then lit up with an idea. "I know exactly how to get him to back off! We need to get him jealous, and he'll get so pissed that he'll give up."

"You sure you don't just wanna see him get pissed?" Jonathan asked, scoffing as well.

Steve gave him a pat on the back. "That, my friend, is an added perk." He then gave the two of you a teasing smile.

The next morning when Billy went to your house to pick you up for school, he saw that Steve's car was parked there. He watched in disgust as the two of you came out, with your head down as you went into his car. Steve looked back, smiling and nodding at Billy. "You ever tried her pancakes?" He called out. "Delicious!"

He then got into the car too. You didn't look at Steve when saying, "You don't have to be an ass about it."

"You want him to move on or not?" Steve asked as you silently nodded.

Billy gripped his steering wheel as his breaths became deeper. You used to make him pancakes. You used to sit on his lap and feed it to him. Sometimes you'd lick the syrup off his lips. You'd never do that with that jerk off Steve, but the thought of you making something for Steve instead of him got Billy so fucking pissed.

At school, Billy thought about his options. He could still try to keep it up with strong flirting, but that dick off Steve would probably also start flirting. You hate conflict, and you'd hate that situation. Fucking Steve Harrington. How the hell was he supposed to win you back now?

It was time for him to really look back and think. When you two first got together, how did it happen? Back then, it happened slowly as you saw that his attention was focused on you. This was when you were just friends. Bingo.

When he saw you enter fourth period, he gently smiled and nodded his head. "Hey." You put your head down. "So, I was thinking. I'm sorry for going against what you want, and I think we should start over. As friends?"

This was painful for you, and you knew that you should just reject him so he can move on and be happy with someone else in the future. But you were dying to talk to him again; the conversations you missed so much. "Okay." You squeaked.

Unlike when you first met, this time he was the talker in the conversation and you were the listener. He rambled on and made jokes, and you responded with a smile or a nod, occasionally making a comment.

Once class ended the two of you were still talking when Steve walked into the classroom and smacked your shared desk, startling the both of you. "We should head over to lunch now. Let's go y/n."

Billy stood tall. "Sure thing. Let's all go."

"Let's not fight guys. Please." You quietly said.

Steve glanced at you before nodding. "Whatever you say. C'mon." He then put his hand on the small of your back to lead you out. Billy trailed behind, his nostrils flared and his teeth gritted.

You walked over to the basketball bleachers, with the two boys both ending up linking to each of your arms. Instead of sitting at you and Billy's usual spot, you sat on the other end. Billy took this as a sign that your memories together were still sacred to you. In actuality you knew it would fuel his anger if Steve sat at your 'special spot' that he loved so much.

"So, you two are, like, what? Friends now?" Steve asked, attitude in his voice.

"We never stopped being friends." Billy gave a shit eating grin.

"Well y'know, with kicking her out of your house and not accepting her for who she is I figured you guys were having a little trouble in paradise." He gave a shrug.

"Steve." You hissed.

"No, he's right." You whipped your head to Billy. "I did act like a jerk, but y'know what? Our bond is so fucking strong that I realized I don't care about any of it. She does that to me, I guess. Always reeling me back in, huh sweetheart?"

"As her best friend, I don't feel comfortable with you calling her that."

Billy gave a tch. "I'm her best friend."

You stood up out of anger and started walking away. "Where you going?" They said in unison.

"To Jonathan and Nancy." You turned to look back at them.

"You hate being around Nancy." Billy said.

"And you know Jonathan won't stand up to her."

"Yeah. Well, that should tell you how crappy I feel around you two right now." And with that you left.

"Very nice, ass wipe." Billy said as he shoved Steve.

"Really? This is my fault?" Billy only glared back at him. "Why can't you just leave her alone?"

"Why the fuck can't you just leave me alone?"

The two of them quickly got up and stomped away from each other, with Billy going over to an ecstatic Tommy and Steve trailing shamefully behind you as Nancy lectured you about not listening to her.

After school you slipped away from both boys and used a payphone to call Hopper. When he pulled up, you began walking over to his car before you heard Billy and Steve call out your name in unison. You started to speed walk before breaking out into a run when you saw them running over to you. You got into the car and slammed it shut. "Drive! Drive!"

Hopper, being flustered by your hurried tone, quickly drove off. "You wanna tell me why the hell we just Marty McFlyed the crap out of there?"

You let out a loud groan, ready to rant. "Ughhh! It's Billy and Steve! They keep fighting with each other, and it's about me. I hate that. They know I hate that, and yet they still have this alpha male bs going on. It's so stupid! I just want Billy to calm down, and Steve to tone it down! This whole thing is so dumb." You then quickly turned your head to Hopper, who had been listening helplessly, and caused him to jerk his head a bit in surprise. "What do you think?"

He was caught off guard by the question. "Uh, well... take a break from both of them. They sound like they're doing idiot things for good reasons, but they're jackasses if they're making you like this. Maybe you could try to be by yourself for a while."

You let out a breath and grinned. No matter what El or Mike said, you knew Hopper listened and you knew he was a smart person. In actuality, Hopper just wanted to say that these two were jackasses and that he should just arrest them for a day or two, but he knew you would get mad at him too, with your emotions all over the place.

You gave him a hug as he pulled up to your house. "Hopper you're a genius."

You happily got out of the car and went inside to your room, where Hopper smiled. He hoped you knew that he was there for you. That he could be your dad.

As you did your homework that night you got a call from your phone. When you answered, your face fell. "What do you want Steve?"

"Um, so you got home safe then?" He attempted to lighten the mood.

You sighed. "Goodbye Steve."

"No no no, wait! I'm sorry, I wanted to say that I'm sorry. We just really need to get him off of your ass, y'know?"

"I mean, he said he just wanted to be friends. Maybe we could go back to being just acquaintances?"

"God five, you'd think all things considered with you that you wouldn't be so stupid about this." Steve said this out of rage, but after hearing your soft gasp over the phone, he knew he just fucked up.

"Are you kidding me right now? You know what Steve, you'd think all things considered with you that you'd understand how hard it is for me to let him go, and how badly I want him back even though I know it's best to let him be."

"Five-"

"Don't ever call me that again!" You then hung up.

You breathed hard, trying to calm yourself down. You're not a crybaby. People who cry all the time are stupid, and you're not stupid. The damn telephone rang again, and you picked it up. "Damnit Steve, leave me alone!"

"Whoa there sweetheart, wrong guy."

You let out an involuntary breath of relief when you heard Billy's voice. It felt good to hear from him, but it just pained you in a worse way. He's trying his best to be perfect when you feel like you're too fucked up to even be allowed to have a boyfriend.

"Hi Billy." You said quietly, tears forming and your nose beginning to sting.

"What's wrong sweetheart?"

You sucked it a hard breath. "People keep telling me things that hurt."

You were really struggling to hold back the tears. "Y/n–"

"I have to go!" You slammed the phone back. You rolled up into a ball, and cried. Maybe you are stupid.

Once you exhausted yourself and stopped crying, you saw headlights flashing outside. You confusedly and sluggishly got up, since everyone was asleep by now, and saw Billy's car. He got out and said nothing, swiftly bringing you in for a hug. You hugged back. "C'mon, let's get you inside."

You only nodded and let him guide you. You knew that this wasn't right, but you were too damn exhausted with everything to do anything about it. He kicked off his shoes where he normally did, and took you to your room. He laid you down on your bed, and got in with you.

"You shouldn't be here." You quietly said as he tugged you into his chest. You didn't do anything to stop him, and instead embraced the smell you missed so much.

"Course I should." He took a deep breath, before continuing. "I'm sorry for adding all this stress to you. I know you've always been my little rule follower."

You felt the tears begin to sting in your eyes again. "Y'know, Hopper's always told us to follow the rules. That people who don't follow the rules are stupid, and we're not stupid. We can't be, and we won't be." You looked up at him. "I can't even follow my own rules. Why am I so stupid? How do I even do better?"

"You're not stupid. Don't ever say that about yourself again. Okay?" He spoke sternly, and you nodded your head while he wiped away a tear with his thumb. "You're just confused. It's okay to be confused about your feelings. Just as long as you don't have any for cock sucker Steve." You could practically hear his smile.

"Mm. You don't really think I'd have feelings for him, do you?"

"Nah, he's too vanilla."

You snuggled into his chest. "So are you, but only in private."

"Only with you baby." He grabbed your chin, and kissed your lips for a second before you pulled back. "Too soon, got it. Do you want me to leave?"

You sighed, knowing it's better if he did. But you felt so safe with him there. "After I fall asleep? Please."

"Course doll." And the two of you stayed like that until you fell asleep, when Billy gently kissed your unconscious lips and silently slipped out of the house and off to his. He went to sleep, content that he could still make you feel safe.

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buddha-in-disguise · 4 years

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100 episodes of Supergirl. And let me tell you it was a doozy.

Well that was an episode and then some. I haven't had a rewatch yet, so no doubt will pick up on some things once I do, but for now here are more immediate thoughts.

The first thing that struck me - it's now canon that Kara and Lena's destinies are intertwined. Who they become, who they were to who they are, whether or not they survive, hell, even whether or not those around them survive, depends on the other person. No-one else has the same impact in their life. Argue all you want, but that sure as hell is a definition of soulmates to me, platonic or otherwise.

If anyone of you are like me, and old enough to have been Xena fans, let me tell you this is so reminiscent of the “When Fates Collide” episode from season 6, which showed that in any alternate universe, Xena and Gabrielle still find each other. That it always comes back to the two of them. Fast forward some 18 years, and this parallels that message. Fate or destiny, call it what you will, but Lena and Kara's lives are intricately linked. I know a few other SG fans are Xena fans, and we've discussed the similarities between Kara/Lena v Xena/Gabrielle numerous times. This is another for that growing list.

So other than that, here are my immediate takeaways from it all.

Mon-El. Now he is a divisive character, and one I honestly have had a lot of issues with. However, this episode I felt showed the better side of him.

I also watched with widening eyes as Kara went to her ex-boyfriend for no reason other than to ask him about Lena! Seriously telling moment for me. I was also pleased Mon-El made the point that he and Lena both came from abusive childhoods and families. At last, the point of Lena having reacted in part like she has is because of abuse, as mentioned. Only the other day I said I was frustrated how Mon-El was forgiven for his actions because of his upbringing, but Lena wasn't afforded the same. It wasn't much, but it was a start. I will add, abuse or not - Lena still is accountable for her own actions (more on that later), just as Mon-El was.

The other thing. Winn has already said to "Give Lena time." Mon-El mirrored that line. Brainy believes in Lena. All three are from the future. Plus, the whole reason Mon-El can even be there? Because L-Corp develops a cure for the Daxamite lead allergy. Not LexCorp. Not Luthor Corp. L-Corp. Now I know that Supergirl and continuity are really poor at times, but I truly hope this is another nod that LexCorp is defeated, and Lena takes control of L-Corp once again, and she does good things, that lead L-Corp into being the cause for good she has always wanted it to be.

Onto Dark Lena. I'd already said to hubby that I wouldn't be surprised if in one of those timelines they didn't show an evil Lena. After all, we've had Kara gone bad now a few times in various scenarios. We even have had a bad Alex (S1, mind controlled anyone? Hmm. Mind controlled Alex. Oh wonder where we've heard that before? Yep, Alex this season. No idea if that is relevant in future episodes if Alex and Lena actually ever have a damn conversation, but it should be, whereby Alex can tell Lena just how mind controlling anyone, regardless of intent is a huge, bad thing, because of her own experiences with it).

So evil Lena was so good. It was pretty obvious to me, once they said that Lena had been injured, then disappeared and came back 2 years later changed, that Lillian/Cadmus had her. Lo and behold, Lillian had kidnapped her, and Lena version of Metallo was born. Even faced with that, when Kara refused to fight Lena, for that split second you could see the flicker in Lena's facial reaction. That split second moment of doubt. Honestly one of the things that I love so much with Supergirl is that they often have these nuanced moments throughout the seasons. Put those moments in the hands of Melissa and/or Katie and they're elevated to another level.

So only the other day on a different post I wrote this: 'Also, in reference to that S2 episode, (note - also ep 13), as Mxy disappears, he says that all he ever wanted was to have someone to love him, but Kara says that "love can't be forced on anybody; it needs to come on its own."'

Then we get the line in this episode of: “You were right what you said. You can’t force magic. It must be found.” Okayyyy then. Wow. Parallels again.

So talking of nuanced moments, let's talk about that ending. Although, before we delve into that I just want to talk about it a moment before Kara lands on Lena's balcony.

Did Kara actually watch that tape?

I find it strange it was left and I believe it wasn’t left by accident. Why else pick it up, and show that title so clearly? Why have that scene in at all unless it has relevance?

Is that why she decided she needed to take the stance she did?

I personally believe this was why it played out like it has. Kara saw something in that tape to take this route.

So the last scene. Again, watch the nuances of expression on Lena’s face as Kara speaks.

From the shock when Kara says “not this time.” to the way she frowned at the last line. Which isn’t calling Lena a villain by the way. For goodness sake please don't misrepresent exactly what was said. Kara is saying *if* Lena becomes a villain.

But there is far more here for me.

Lena knows Kara's true identity. Kara is trusting her with that knowledge even now, and especially with Lex in the picture. We know from the earlier timelines explored that by Kara openly showing who she is to the World, it causes all those around her to be targeted and killed. That is the trust Kara is showing and Lena almost certainly knows it, even without knowing that timeline alternative, and even if she doesn’t want to admit it yet.

A best friend isn't someone who always agrees with you and tells you that you're right.

A best friend is someone that helps you be the best version you can be, reminding you what your values are and what is important. They hold you accountable when you mess up, and support you when you need help. That is exactly what Kara did. She was telling Lena she would be the for her, but she would also hunt her down if she became a Villain.

We also have to remember numerous times, Lena has stated she is not a Villain. And she isn't. Not yet. She is misguided, making some terrible decisions, but ultimately Lena also stated just ahead of when she jumped off the cliff that 'Supergirl will save me.'

Now Lena knows, Kara will save her. But the boundary lines have been set by Kara (who by the way, I still think could never fight back against Lena. Not fully, because she wouldn't even when Evil Lena was killing her. She saw that flicker in the eyes just as I did).

Kara has firmly placed it all into Lena's court. Lena has to make the decision, to meet Kara half way and that Kara shouldn't have the burden placed entirely on her, and they shoulder it together. To realise her mistakes. We know Lena is craving friendship as much as she denies it. Remember this with Hope in 5.08, The Wrath of Rama Khan, and the nuanced reaction Lena gave there as the reality set in?

L: "You're the only friend I can count on."

H: "But, Ms. Luthor, I'm not your friend. I'm something you created to serve a purpose."

Ouch. That one hurt.

This whole end scene is more powerful and pivotal than perhaps realised.

Overall, I loved the episode. I truly did.

I just wish there wasn't another small break between this and episode 14, which isn't until March 8th. Damn all these breaks so close together! It would be so much nicer to be able to watch them without all these interruptions.

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brynwrites · 4 years

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2019 READING RECAP:

BOOKS I READ THIS YEAR AND LOVED.

I read 45 books in 2019. (Well, technically I listened to most of them as audio-books. Dyslexia was a pain in the ass this year and I gave it a whopping middle finger.)

This is not a "Best Of" list. I didn't read all the books published in 2019, nor will all these books be from 2019 to begin with. They're just books I read this year and happened to enjoy. I hope some of you will enjoy them too.

Note: The little summaries in italics are written by me, not official blurbs. Click the links to see those!

In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan

This lovely slice-of-magical-life book tells the story of a sassy young man navigating a magical world and all the trials and romances it brings.

I fully recommend it to anyone who likes humorous mythology, beautiful deconstructions of social topics, snarky protagonists, and a romance with fantastic pinning and realistic relationships. This has a mlm endgame ship!

Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer

A biologist explores a dangerous piece of coastline contaminated by distinctly unnatural forces, which puts her relationship with her late husband into new light.

The slow revelation of and engulfment by the hauntingly peculiar yet breathe-taking world really hit me in the center of my soul. The Biologist felt incredibly real and personal, and by the end of the story, she seemed like a friend I knew and adored. Her relationship with her husband was one of the most stunning and accurate "romances" I've ever read.

Circe by Madeline Miller

A stunning showcase of the life of Circe, as seen from a new angle, highlighting both the flaws of humans and the beauty of mortality.

I've heard people describe this as a love letter to humanity and that's more accurate than anything I could write. Also I cried at the end.

The City of Brass by S.A. Chakraborty

A con woman with healing powers accidentally summons a djinn warrior and ends up whisked into a mythological world of elaborate politics.

This book gave me so many feels I don't know how to recover. Strap in for epic world building, suspenseful plot, wonderful (often morally grey) characters with complex biases.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

The story of how a fictional Hollywood actress ends up marrying seven different men over the course of her life. Spoilers: She's in love with a woman.

This book portrays a stunning and realistic look at a queer woman's journey through Hollywood, with lovely takes on romance, sex, and sexuality, as well as a couple beautiful instances of queer non-traditional/polyamorous families. Endgame wlw!

The Raven Tower by Ann Leckie

With the god of the kingdom fading and the current ruler missing, the aid to the next ruler must meddle in the affairs of gods. But someone is watching him... and she's been around for a very, very long time.

The peculiar narrative choice of having a first person narrator speak of the main character in second person played well in the growing mystery, and the world building surrounding the gods was fantastic and unique, lending itself to the sort of story you read once in a lifetime. I would recommend this book for people who like unique and/or non-traditional story telling mechanisms, incredible world building, and thinking. The main character is a transman!

The Songbird's Refrain by Jillian Maria

When a girl who feels perpetually unseen is captured by a witch and forced to grow feathers, she must use her dreams to uncover the witch's motivations and escape.

This Young Adult book is a blast with a hint of creepy, a dose of suspense, and a nice dollop of fluffy romance. Overall, a wonderful fall read, with a heavy focus on healthy relationships, believing in one's self, and choosing love. The endgame is a wlw!

This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

An episodic novella of the two most powerful time war opponents falling in love through letters exchanged in very particular ways.

This book made my eyes well and my throat catch and my mind linger over the pages with ecstasy and melancholy. It is lyrical and beautiful, with stunning world building built of metaphors. The endgame is a wlw!

The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow

Not your typical portal fantasy.

This was lovely. Everything from the slow beginnings ties beautifully back together in a fast paced second half. I ended up with so many feels about this dumb little wandering family.

A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine

The new ambassador to the largest colonizing empire in the galaxy must uncover the reasons for her predecessor's demise, which would be a bit easier of only the artificial version of him embedded in her brain would help out.

This was such a fantastic ride. Stunning world building, great characters, politics that doesn't feel bogged down, a plot that's constantly moving forward. I totally recommend for anyone who likes science fiction, quirky friend groups, and the analysis of colonization. Endgame wlw!

Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson

Sometimes a family can be a nerdy dumb-ass with a sword, an arrogant snarky dumb-ass with a smirk, and their demon servant who nibbles on their live force and mothers them both to hell and back.

I had so much fun with this Young Adult book. The world building is lovely and the pacing keeps you on your toes without stressing you out and the main characters are fabulous. A good, solid read, with a beautiful ending. Also, I would die for Silas.

Some books I wanted to read in 2019 but didn't get around to:

The Fifth Season

The Priory of the Orange Tree

Jade City

Middlegame

Wilder Girls

Into the Drowning Deep

Rules for Vanishing

Which books did you guys enjoy this year? (Let me know so I can read them next year? ;)

#booklr #reading recap #Book Recommendations #book reccs #book list #lgbt books #(note that not all of these are lgbt BUT to my knowledge only Ten Thousand Doors and Circe don't have prominent lgbt characters)

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loftyexecutor · 4 years

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somnium vidisse se dicat in extremis orbis terrarum - 1

Chapter; 1 Rating; T+ WC; 1772 TWs; medical things, needles Pairing; AddElsAin [transform] AU; modern/dreamsharing scifi Summary; Being the best in the industry had its perks. Herrscher's name was known far and wide, work offers coming in left and right, extort this, extort that. But that still didn't stop his boyfriend from getting too tangled up in one of his dreams and switching places with the shade in his head. The shade that he had offered to extort ages ago. Fuck, this is a mess. Notes; its 2020 and this year pushed me to do some things im not proud of. like another els fic. o7 the title loosely translates to ‘the dreamer at the edge of the world’. edgy~~ AO3 LINK

Opening his eyes after hours of being hooked up to an ADSSU always felt like coming up for a breath after diving. The cotton feeling at the back on his tongue and the pounding headache developing behind his eyes did nothing to make the process any easier, no matter how often he delved into the craft.

Waving off the help of the hired technician and physician, he thumbed off the adhesive connecting him to the vitals reading machine and pulled the needle of the IV out of his arm none too gently. He handed it off to the physician, palm up because he had manners, who proceeded to disconnect and throw it out, doing his job of sterilizing the unit for the next use.

By now, his arm looked like an avid drug user’s, and he felt like one as well, with the somnicin levels in his blood well over the recommended dose. Thankfully, that would fix itself within the next hour, and so would, he hoped, the headache.

Next to himself, he could see Herrsch giving the equipment and technicians similar treatment, rolling his shoulders. Herrsch looked over, giving him a smile. Asshole, he never dealt with headaches.

Dox, at one point, joked about him having nothing in that pretty head of his, back before they’d dreamed together. Oh, how wrong he had been, how vast the worlds in Herrsch’s head were.

The dreamer of their latest job was waking up as well, the only person in the room to let himself be treated and checked.

Dox pulled out his phone from the pocket of his jeans, noting an absence in notifications, but a missed call.

“Immo called,” he mused, thumbing the lock screen away. “Gonna ring back.”

Herrsch gave a nod, eyes tracking him as he got up, shook off the drugs making him drowsy and made his way to the corner of the room to call. Instead, he focused on the dreamer, when all the equipment was removed and the man rubbed at his temples.

The man noticed him, offering a wobbly smile. Extraction jobs always left the subject the most rattled, though they helped in the long run. He couldn’t speak from his own experience, not like anyone has ever run an extraction on him. He wasn’t sure if it were possible at this point anymore.

A thing to ponder later.

The low hum in the room ceased as the technician powered the ADSSU down, all screens of connected computers and machines fading to black and leaving the room in only the dim light from the overhead lamps.

He looked over to Dox just in time to see his face blanch, brows knitting themselves together like they never expected to be apart again. Herrsch’s followed suit. Not much could phase Dox to that degree.

“You’re fucking with me,” he forced out, barely above a whisper. “Please say you’re fucking with me.”

Whatever he heard obviously didn’t indicate Immo was fucking with him. Herrsch didn’t think he could get any paler with his complexion, but he was proved wrong when Dox turned the same shade as the wall behind him.

“I— We’ll be— We’ll get the earliest flight, fuck, okay. Don’t… don’t go to sleep.” Dox pulled the phone away from his ear to check the clock. “It’ll be like— three? Four? Hours. Fuck, don’t go to sleep. Please.” A pause. “There are Monsters in the pantry. I don’t care if you drink all of them, please just don’t go to sleep.” Another pause. “Yeah. Yeah.”

The call ended with Dox’s arm going slack, falling down to his side, Immo’s photo bright on the screen before it turned itself off.

Before Herrsch could open his mouth, utter a single sound, Dox turned to him and pointed with his chin towards the door. Obediently, Herrsch nodded, standing from the dream chair and leading the way. He had to hold the door open for Dox, who couldn’t seem to stop shaking.

As soon as it was closed, he turned to him, hand in his hair, and raked his fingers through the long strands in an attempt to calm him. “What was that about?”

Dox opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, leaned into his touch, closed it again, and let out the shakiest breath Herrsch had heard outside of a panic attack. “Immo…” he whispered, barely audible. “He… He dreamed himself too deep and— somehow, he ended up switching places with Conwell.”

Panic seized Herrsch’s chest, squeezing until he felt he couldn’t breathe.

“So, that was…”

“Mm-hm.”

“Can you get us the earliest flight back?”

Dox just nodded, already on it, tapping away at his phone with shaky fingers. Herrsch squeezed him against his side for one short moment before rushing back into the room to grab their bags.

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Herrsch’s jeep screeched as they parked, tire tracks blooming on their driveway, and the engine wasn’t even fully off before Dox was wrestling with his seatbelt and jumping out of the car.

The front door opened to reveal Queen, with hair askew and a look of an old woman plastered on her youthful face. Just by looking, Dox knew— he knew it wasn’t a joke, wasn’t a ploy to get them to come early, but he had to— he had to check for himself.

Ducking under her arm was no problem even given their heights. He knew their house like the back of his hand, found Immo in the living room, sitting cross legged on the floor with an Xbox controller in his hand and some game on the screen. He was obviously losing, if his annoyed expression was any way of knowing, and even that blasted the alarm sirens in his brain.

Immo was good at video games.

Empty energy drink cans littered the floor around him, ten, fifteen, twenty-six. Jesus Christ.

“H-hey,” he said, pulling Immo’s — Conwell’s — attention away from the screen. There were bags under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept in days instead of hours.

“Thank goodness you’re here,” Immo’s mouth said, and Dox focused on that for some reason, the way his lips moved, the words they shaped, sounding for all the world like nothing Immo would ever say.

Herrsch and Queen talked in the hallway, but he couldn’t make out about what, rooted to the spot. Tears welled in his eyes because — fuck! — he knew what it was like, getting tricked by a shade in a dream and not wake up for days. His legs didn’t feel like his as he crossed the carpet in the living room, offering Conwell one of his hands to pull him up.

The smile he got as a reward bordered the uncanny valley. Conwell didn’t know how to move Immo’s body like Immo, instead looking like a passable double. For one single, terrifying instant, Dox was worried it was him that was stuck in a dream, one that was imminent for crumbling.

“C’mon,” he choked, refusing to let Conwell see him cry, “Let’s tuck you in.”

Dox lead Conwell downstairs, only stopping to tell Herrsch and Queen that they’d be in the lab, that he’d— keep Conwell stable until Herrsch figured out a way to do an extraction right. Just wake me up when you need me. I’ll keep the dream stable.

Herrsch nodded, his immaculately schooled features betraying all his worry and fears, if only to Dox. It wasn’t a good look on him.

The lab was dark, quiet save the ever-running ventilation keeping the basement breathable. Dox’s fingers found the lightswitch and he went through the motions of turning the ADSSU and all its equipment on, watching with blank eyes at the flat lines and numbers.

“Sit down,” he said, then added a soft, “please.”

Conwell obliged. Dox knew it wasn’t his fault. Logically, he knew Conwell didn’t like this either. He had already had his life, and becoming a dream shade attached to a memento Immo got his hands on and practically possessing the boy wasn’t for the purpose of stealing his body. It didn’t mean Dox wasn’t mad. It didn’t mean he wasn’t considering messaging the board of Dreamers to standardize checks on mementos.

Which is why he tried his hardest not to look at his face, the unnatural, fake smile on his boyfriend’s lips, as he held Conwell’s arm above the elbow. His hand shook, but as soon as he had opened a fresh needle and attached it to the drip of the IV, it stopped.

He located the vein he knew by heart now, wiping the area with an alcohol wipe and puncturing the skin until he was sure the needle wouldn’t come loose. A strip of medical tape to hold it in place never hurt anyone, either.

He attached the vitals machine with similar detachedness, but didn’t let the IV drip just yet.

“Herrsch,” he called up the stairs, and it was only moments before he appeared, that knowing look on his face. He placed a hand on Dox’s cheek. He cradled it, because it couldn’t be called anything else, and led him to one of the other dream chairs.

Conwell averted his eyes as Herrsch leaned down, placed a kiss on Dox’s forehead. It had been different to watch such interactions in dreams, through Immo’s eyes. Now he felt like nothing but a voyeur.

The IV was attached to Dox’s arm for the second time that day, and so were the vitals, and Herrsch turned the IV on immediately, watching the somnicin make its way to Dox’s arm. He felt terrible about the dosage, but there was no way Dox was staying asleep if he didn’t up it.

Dox didn’t make a single comment on it, however, just looked at Herrsch with determination that screamed ‘I’ll do my best.’

Herrsch knew why Dox wanted to do this. Herrsch’s name held more power in the industry, and he was better at talking to people, if only marginally. Dox’s dreams weren’t stable, not most of the time, but in the first layer, it would be more than enough to hold them both for the few hours Herrsch had to think of something.

Dox’s eyes fluttered closed and the vitals machine evened out as he fell asleep, the tenseness falling off his features momentarily. Herrsch moved to Conwell, turning his IV on as well.

“Don’t do anything shady,” Herrsch warned, looking straight into Conwell’s eyes.

Conwell laughed, voice Immo’s but not like Immo. He wasn’t so stupid to try anything, and even if neither Dox nor Herrsch believed it, he cared about Immo as well.

And he knew a threat when he heard one.

#elsword #addelsain #.elsword #.addelsain #.adssu #.chaptered #@ david thank u for reminding me this has needles and stuff lol

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The Tower: Unexpected - 1

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3416

Warnings: smut (Bisexual orgy. Electrostim, bondage, blindfolds, oral sex, minor come play, sloppy seconds) on this chapter, more smut, angst, pregnancy for the fic.

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds. While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.

Author’s Note: Written with the every amazing @fanficwriter013

Chapter 1: One-By-One

You know when you have an idea that seems pretty good at the time and then later it turns out to be just the worst thing you’ve ever done? Well, this is kind of the opposite to that. It was a stupid idea at the time. I was already partially regretting it when the blindfold went on. But even though, it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever been through, the end result was the best thing that has ever happened to me.

You see, Thor was in town and as usual, things were a little out of control. Thor was very, very popular when he was on Earth. Along with a general grapple to spend time with him, there were more orgies than normal. A lot of it was him. He is not only extremely hot but very calming. He was one of the few people that made Bruce genuinely giddy to be around. Not the usual blushing. Or the more demanding side when Hulk was pushing on him, but giddy and excitable. He kinda just has this effect on you.

I was sitting around in the common room with Natasha and Clint while some of the others kept coming in and out of the room and I’d said one day I was going to have all the guys come inside of me in the one session. For some reason, Natasha ran with the idea. She was really excited about. Clint said there was no way in hell I’d be able to last that long. Natasha said if anyone could it was me, that okay, maybe, Steve, Bucky, and Thor would need to be warmed up a little first, but I could do it.

It became this thing. She told everyone. I ended up with my wrists in leather cuffs and shackled to the edge of the pit-bed. My eyes covered and Natasha running her hands over me.

“You’re ready for this, mishka?” She whispered against my ear.

“Mmm… Yes, Tasha.” I hummed.

Around me, I could hear the others. The whispers of fabric brushing past skin as it was shed and tossed aside. The wet smack of lips against lips. Soft moans as they each began to explore each other. My skin started to feel warm and prickle and I snapped my head to the side. “Wanda?”

“I’m right here, Elly,” Wanda said softly.

Natasha began kissing down my body. Each place her lips touched made the vibration from Wanda’s powers suddenly feel more intense. When her lips touched down on my pussy, I gasped and arched up. The wet rasp of Natasha’s tongue over my clit mixed with the buzz from Wanda sent a jolt right up my spine and made my cunt flood.

Natasha hummed and swirled her tongue around before replacing it with her thumb. “Ready for them already?” One of her fingers slipped inside of me and she circled her thumb over my clit.

I bucked against her hand and jerked against the bonds. “Yes, Natalia. I’m always ready for any of you.”

“Well, then,” She hummed and took her hand away. The warm buzz of Wanda’s powers winked out and both women moved away from me. Large strong hands grabbed my hips and someone moved between my legs. I lifted a foot and placed it on a firm chest. They leaned down, pushing my leg back against my chest and pulled one of my nipples into their mouth as they teased the head of their cock up and down my soaking pussy.

“Sam?” I half moaned.

He chuckled in reply. “Now how did you know it was me, princess?”

“I know my bird,” I replied.

“Of course you do.” He said and brought his lips to mine. As he did he sunk his cock slowly into me.

I moaned into the kiss, my cunt squeezing around his cock as he entered me. Around me, the sounds had changed. Bodies shifted against the mattress. Moans became more frequent, occasionally joined by voices, though there seemed to be some kind of rule that talking was to be kept to a minimum.

Sam started to thrust inside me. I wanted to hold him, to dig my fingers into his back, but I was helpless to do anything. His mouth moved along my jaw and to my neck. He sucked a patch, using his teeth. I groaned knowing he was marking me.

He began to move faster, rutting hard and deep into me. I was pinned under him, moaning, my hands opening and closing in my bonds. The base of his cock rubbed against my clit with each forward thrust, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh god, Sammy. Gonna come.” I babbled.

“I’m right there with you, princess.” Sam rasped. “You ready for the first of us?”

“Yes. Oh god, yes. I want it.” I cried, bucking under him.

He groaned and bit down into my shoulder. I arched up suddenly as my orgasm hit and he groaned and released inside of me. His cock pulsed as my cunt milked him through it.

“That’s one, princess.” He whispered slipping from inside of me. “Who do you think will be next?”

He moved away and for a moment I just lay there panting, my legs shaking a little. Another body took his place and began placing long, slow kisses up my stomach. The scratch of a beard tickling my skin. I hooked my leg around him and ran my foot down the curve of his back and over his ass.

“Hello, Tony,” I whispered.

“Is that what this is going to be? Guess the dick?” He teased as his tongue flicked over my nipple.

“Mm-hmm…” I hummed.

“What’s the point of the blindfold then?” He asked, continuing his path up my body. His lips ghosting over my skin as he spoke.

“Not much of a guessing game if I can see.” I teased.

Tony laughed and kissed me under the ear. “Well, guess what, boss? I finally get to be on top and there is nothing you can do about it.”

He grabbed my thighs and with a quick snap of his hips, he was deep inside of me. “Oh no.” I gasped.

“I know, darling. So hard for you.” He teased as he began to thrust hard into me.

“That's… what … she… said…” I said, each word accentuated with a thrust.

Tony chuckled and brought his lips to mine. He kissed me hungrily, his tongue circling with mine. I moaned loudly, not breaking the kiss and wrapped my legs around his waist just so I could hold on.

He rested one hand on my throat and the other trailed down my body, cupping my breast, teasing down my side before he reached my cunt and began teasing my clit.

I broke our kiss with a gasp. Tony’s mouth moved to my left breast and he began sucking just on the underside. Pressing his teeth against my soft flesh as I moaned under him. I was going to come away from this with a series of hickeys all over me, I could tell now. I moaned and whimpered under him as another orgasm approached.

“Tony. Tony. Tony.” I babbled, each utterance of his name, half question, half statement.

“Gonna come for me?” He asked, his thrusts coming harder and faster.

“Oh, god, yes. Please, Tony.” I cried.

He kept moving, his fingers rolling over my clit. I arched up off the bed as my orgasm hit. Tony grabbed my hips and held me down as he kept rutting into me.

“Please, Tony. I want it.” I groaned.

He grunted, slamming into me and with a hard thrust he held me in place as he came, his semen mixing with Sam’s.

I hummed and went to touch him, but only managed to jerk my arms in their bonds. “Shh… it’s okay, dear.” He said running his hands down my arms and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

He slipped out of me and moved away. I felt two hands on my ankles, one flesh and one metal. “Bucky…” I breathed.

“Hey, darlin’.” He hummed. “How are you doing? Want to change positions?”

I nodded and he unclipped the cuffs from the headboard and pulled me up into his lap. I hooked my cuffed arms around his neck as he lowered me down onto his cock.

“How are your shoulders?” He whispered as I adjusted to his girth.

“They’re okay,” I replied and started to roll my hips in his lap.

We started to kiss and I added a bounce to the moment. I moved up and down on his dick, swirling my hips. He held me close, one hand pressed into my lower back and the other tangled in my hair.

“Oh god, Buck. You feel so good.” I moaned, letting my head fall back. His cock slid in and out of me easily and I squeezed my walls around it as I moved.

“You’re gonna make me come before you do, the way you’re goin’, El.” He rumbled.

He started sucking hard at the dip of my clavicle and thrusting up into me. I moaned and clutched at his back, my fingers digging into the thick, corded muscles. I could feel a third orgasm approaching.

Bucky’s fingers moved to my clit and I gave into him. Letting myself feel all the places he was touching me and every pleasure center that had been activated. I came, clenching around him and my toes curling. “Oh god, yes.”

Bucky groaned and kept bouncing me in his lap. I kept swirling my hips and clenching my walls, milking his cock. With a groan he released. I could feel him filling me in waves. “Oh god, yes.” I moaned.

He lifted me up off his lap and lay me back down, pulling his head out from between my linked arms. “Three down. Four to go. Who’s next, do you think?” He purred in my ear before moving away.

I stretched a little as I waited to find out. I could still hear Steve and Thor, though they were obviously trying to keep quiet. Clint was noisier. He was moaning and talking in a whine. I am sure he was at least with Natasha because I definitely heard him say her name.

A body moved up beside me and guided me on my side, before spooning me. I could feel his soft chest hair pressed against my back and the tickle of his scruff as he kissed the side of my neck. He wrapped his arms around me and took hold of the cuffs around my wrists, pinning my hands to my chest.

“Mmm… B… please fuck me.” I hummed as he lazily teased the head of his cock up and down my folds.

“Don’t worry, El. I plan to.” He whispered, slowly kissing my neck. “I think you should know though, while he did enjoy the foreplay we had with Tony and then Thor and then watching, he’s a little annoyed we didn’t get to go first.”

“That’s not my fault, big guy,” I said in a half whine, grinding my ass against him.

“He knows. He’s just feeling a little possessive.” On the word possessive, Bruce thrust hard into me, so our bodies cracked together. I yelped at the sudden invasion and my hands tightened into fists.

“You gotta learn to share, big guy.” I moaned as Bruce began to rut against me.

“Something I’ve been saying for years.” Bruce joked.

He bit down into my shoulder and sucked at the patch of skin he had between his teeth. A fourth hickey, joining the three that were already developing on my skin. He kept one hand pinning my wrists against my chest. The other roamed over me. Massaging my breasts, running over my throat, digging into my hips.

As his moans got louder and more primal, his fingers came to my clit. I was over-worked already, my cunt sensitive and swollen. I mewled and leaned my head back against his shoulder. “Oh god, B. That’s it, just like that.”

“I’ve got you, El.” He groaned, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

I came. My whole body seizing up against him. He was obviously right on edge, he groaned and spilled inside me adding to the others.

He kissed my cheek as he slipped from within me and rolled away. A moment later large hands were on me massaging my shoulder. “How are you doing sweetheart? You still want this.” Steve whispered.

“Mmm… Yes please, Steve. I want all of you.” I hummed.

He chuckled softly. “Your quite the mess right now.” He pushed two of his fingers inside of me and corkscrews his wrist. I moaned and let out a shuddering breath as a jolt past through me. Steve pulled his finger free and a moment later they touched on my lips, sticky and wet. I sucked on them, a heady cocktail of me, Sam, Bucky, Tony and Bruce coating my taste buds. “It's dripping from you,” Steve whispered against my ear.

I moaned again and shifted where I lay, my whole body flushed and buzzing.

“Can you get on your hands and knees?” Steve asked.

I shifted into position. My legs were feeling weak and I knew I wouldn't last like that. I also knew it wouldn't matter.

Steve positioned himself behind me and pulled me back against him more. I felt his cock, achingly hard against my ass. He gently ran his hands over my shoulders and eased his cock inside of me.

I moaned, my head dropping forward, but Steve wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled it back as he started to fuck me. Each thrust was slow and deep, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. I could barely keep myself up and slowly began to sink down. First, my head collapsing onto the mattress as my ass was propped in the air and then lying flat on my stomach my legs slightly spread.

It didn't matter though, Steve never eased up. He held my hair and one hand on my hip and just kept fucking me. He lay almost completely on top of me, pushing me into the mattress as he did and bit the side of my neck, placing his own mark on my skin.

I completely fell apart under him. I had no control over my body. I was over stimulated and everything he did felt perfect. My toes curled as an orgasm built. “Steve… I can't … Oh god…” I whimpered and then came hard. He kept thrusting. Keeping the same pace. My cunt fluttering around his cock. As one orgasm ended, another started and I started worrying I wasn't going to make it. I was going to have to tap out. Steve slammed into me as the second orgasm ended and came with a loud groan. For a moment he just lay crushing me before he kissed the side of my neck and rolled off.

Another body moved up behind me, flipping me over easily and clipping my arms back onto the side of the bed. He ran his hands up over my stomach and my hair follicles all stood on end as a static charge passed over me. “Thor,” I hummed as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders.

“Yes, lover.” He said warmly. “You're doing so well. You are just a normal Midgardian aren't you?”

I laughed and lifted my hips off the mattress. “I’m pretty sure.”

“Such stamina is admirable.” He said as he sunk his cock into me.

I have a few large lovers. Steve and Bucky are formidable and while they do love double penetration and Thor isn't as large as them both at once, he is huge. My cunt was so swollen and sensitive, I felt so full. Yet the fluids of both myself and the others allowed him to move easily. He thrust hard and he seemed to be running electrical charges over my skin because my core muscles were contracting against my will like I was hooked up to a tens machine.

I had never felt such a combination of complete helplessness and arousal all at once. I was his at that moment. While I was aware that everyone was still there and watching I belonged to Thor.

I started to babble incoherently and an orgasm hit me, taking over my whole body. Thor was nowhere near close though. He kept thrusting and leaned down and sucked on the side of my right breast, adding his own mark and creating another deep ache in me that blending in with the next orgasm.

I came three more times before Thor finally released. It felt like a flood as he emptied inside of me with a loud groan.

My whole body trembled as he climbed off me. I could feel semen dripping from me and I was weak and spent, but there was still Clint. I was so close now I had to finish.

Clint crawled over to me and uncuffed my hands. He kissed me softly and removed my blindfold. I blinked slowly and looked up into his blue eyes. “Hey, princess, that's better isn't it?”

I hummed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “It sure is.”

“I think you'll be pleased to hear that I'm a light breeze away from blowing my load too.”

I started giggling. “Then how come you're the last one?”

Clint brought his lips right up to my ear and pushed two of his fingers slowly into me. “Being the last one might be a little kink I've never gotten to explore either.” He whispered so low that only I could hear. “And let me tell you, princess. You look so dirty right now and so fucking hot.”

He pulled his fingers out and showed me the sticky white mess on them. “Fuck,” I breathed.

“Right?” He said with a quirk of his eyebrows. “You want these?”

I nodded and he brought them to my lips. I sucked them slowly clean as he watched me his eyes darkened with lust as I did.

He ducked down between my legs and ran his tongue up my folds humming happily before moving back up and positioning his cock at my entrance. His fingers skimmed down my neck and over my shoulders. “Where do you want mine?”

I tapped a spot on my collarbone and he kissed it softly and sunk into me. As he began to roll his hips against mine he sucked on that spot. I ran my fingers through his hair and down his back for the first time looking around at the others.

Bucky, Sam, and Steve sat in a little group watching closely though they were all clearly done for the night. Thor was watching with Natasha, fingering her slowly as electricity danced over her skin.

Tony lay between Bruce’s legs as Bruce stroked his cock. He looked close and Bruce was a little green at the edges. Wanda was curled in a ball near to but not touching Sam. She looked as spent as I felt and her eyes were drooping but her hands were both between her legs, pushing on her cunt like she was trying to relieve some pressure.

I moaned as I watched them. Clint kept up his slow gentle pace but at this point, it was all I needed. My orgasm washed over me and I clung to Clint through it. He relaxed and released with me. The last of my boys coming inside me and mixing with the others.

When he pulled out I curled up against him and he held me. “Worth it?” He whispered. I nodded my head. “Ever going to do that again?” He asked and when I shook my head he started laughing.

“Alright,” Steve said, scooping me into his arms. “Time to get you cleaned up. I think a bath after that. You must be sore.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Steve,” I said sleepily.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He said as he stood. “Can someone bring Wanda. I think she might need it too. Of course, you're all welcome to join us.”

Everyone started getting up to follow us into the bathroom. Sam picked up Wanda and cradling her in his arms.

If I knew then what I know now, I wonder if I would have felt as content as I did.

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BURN THE WITCH - chapter one

Words: 4,926

MASTERLIST BURN THE WITCH

A/N: I do not claim to, nor do I own Stranger Things; the concept, characters, plot, etc.

Sunlight peered through the cracks in the curtains, Anna opened her eyes, groaning. Her back was sore and her left leg was numb from hanging off the edge of the couch all night. Eleven had a bad night, which forced her out into the living room yet again. The light above the stove turned on. “Another night on the couch?” Dad asked.

“I need my own room.” Anna groaned yet again, sitting up.

“Well…”

“Yeah, I know, “this is only temporary”, “eventually she’ll stop having nightmares”, “you’ll get your own room soon”. May I ask, when is soon?” Her father had began making breakfast for himself, as Anna folded the blankets that she used that night.

“Soon… soon is…” Of course he couldn’t answer. “Soon is when it’s safe.”

Anna rolled her eyes, placing the blankets in the basket next to the television stand. “Okay, whenever that is.” She mumbled.

“Will you please get dressed? And get the kid up too, while you’re at it.” Anna shook her head, walking over to her bedroom door. She knocked gently before turning the handle and going inside. Against the wall, curled up into her pile of blankets was Eleven, for once, looking peaceful.

Anna walked over, sighing as she tapped on the young girl’s shoulder. “Hey, El, it’s time to get up.” Eleven groaned, rolling over to look at her. “I have to get dressed, and Dad’s making food.”

“School today?” She asked, sitting up slowly.

“Yep. It’s Thursday.” Eleven got out from under her covers, turning the lamp on the bedside table on. She walked across the small room, to the calendar that hung on the wall. Anna quickly made up El’s bed, smoothing the covers.

“Thursday.” El read aloud, using her red marker to put an X over the day’s date. “October three-zero.”

“October thirty-ith.” Anna spoke. “It’s the thirty-ith, not three-zero. Okay?”

“Thirty-ith?” El replied.

“Yeah, thirty-ith.” She smiled. “Now go ahead out, I have to get dressed.” El left, closing the door behind her. Anna quickly dressed, finished making her bed, and joined her father and Eleven in the “kitchen”. They ate their breakfasts, Dad gave Eleven her word of the day, and then he left for work.

“Have you seen Mike?” Eleven asked quickly. Anna knew she had been patiently waiting to ask until her father was gone.

“Not since Saturday, but I might be going over to Nancy’s tomorrow.” Anna pulled her coat on and grabbed her keys. Eleven sat on the couch, sadness washing over her. “I know you want to see him.” Anna walked over, sitting down next to her.

“But I can’t.” Eleven mocked Jim’s tone of voice. “That’s stupid!” She whined. “Can’t I see him? With you?”

“No, no- El, you know that’s not up to me.” Anna raised her hands in defense. “Dad’s rules are dad’s rules, they’re there for a reason.”

“You break rules, all the time!” El interrupted.

“I do not!”

“Yes. You sneak out after dark, you open the curtains when he isn’t here, and you never enter with the secret knock.”

Anna was shocked. There were two ways to handle this; pick a fight, and anger the teenaged-girl with psionic powers, or get up and walk away. She chose option two. “Here’s the remote.” She grabbed it off of the coffee table, tossing it at El. “I’m going now. Eat some real food today, make sure your dishes are done, and change out of your pajamas. I’ll be home at four.” And with that, she slammed the door behind her.

From outside she heard El groan in protest. On the walk to her car, Anna was careful to avoid every one of the traps her father had set, in paranoia of trespassers. Seeing her car was never easy, every day it was like a kick in the face with embarrassment, and it took everything in her to remember why exactly she had to drive an old squad car (still painted), to and from school every single day. Why? Due to the addition of Eleven into the Hopper family, Jim decided it be crucial that no other living soul, save for the three of them, could have even an inkling of knowledge as to where they lived. And because the car was registered to the police station, no one would be able to track them back to the cabin.

Anna hated her car. It was ugly, annoying, and embarrassing. The heat worked in the winter, but the air didn’t in the summer, and the radio antenna got snapped off on a chase back when it was a useful police vehicle, so the radio didn’t work. The only form of entertainment she had was her tape player, which lucky for her, had a tape stuck inside of it. Not that she was complaining, for it had Fleetwood Mac’s “Rumors” album. She and her dad tried everything, the eject button, digging it out with a butter knife, and just shaking the entire radio column (that was her father’s work), before giving up.

The ride to school was the same boring one, only about fifteen minutes. She passed the station, at which she gave two presses on the horn, to alert her father of her passing by. Then made a left at the library and was welcomed into another marvelous day at Hawkins High School. She parked in her usual spot, noticing that there was a new car parked next to her, a blue Camaro, with California plates. In her rearview she could see Carol, Tina, and Vicky congregating outside of Carol’s car.

Anna got out, walking across the lot to greet her friends. “Morning ladies.” She slapped her palm onto the hood of Carol's car.

“Jesus!” Vicky squealed. “Morning.” She rolled her eyes.

“You just missed a new kid by like, five minutes.” Carol winked at her.

“He’s totally hot.” Tina grinned.

“Nope.” Anna shook her head. “I don’t need a boyfriend.”

“Oh come on Anna, why not?” Tina asked.

“Seriously, a new kid would be perfect for you. He doesn’t know anything about your troubled past-“ Carol said.

“Okay, I am not the one with a troubled past, that’s my dad, and I am not taking the fall for it either. I’ve just spent the majority of my life cleaning up his mess.” She turned to walk towards the school. “I’ve got a lot of shit, that goes on at home, you don’t know about. I don’t have time for a boyfriend, but thanks for the concern. See you at lunch.”

Inside, Anna attended her morning classes, followed by lunch, where she was given an invitation to Tina’s Halloween Bash, and finally introduced to the new kid, to whom she showed no interest. “This is Anna Hopper, her dad’s the Chief of Police.” Tommy grinned from the other end of the table.

“Way to scare him off!” Carol swatted at his arm.

“There’s nothing to scare him away from, C.” Anna glared at her friend. “Look, I’m not interested in a relationship, or anything actually at the moment, so if that’s the only reason Tommy dragged you here, you’re free to go.” She snapped at him.

“My name’s Billy. Billy Hargrove.” He held his hand out for Anna to shake, to which she didn’t comply. “So that’s your car, parked next to mine?”

“Yes.” She replied, not looking up from her food.

“How comes you drive a cop car?” Billy asked.

“Her dad’s paranoid.” Vicky chimed in.

“Bitch!” Anna called to her.

“So you’ve been friends with her all these years, and never been to her house?” Billy asked, curiously.

“Anna moved here four years ago with her dad, and they lived in a trailer, which was kind of dumpy, let’s be real.” Carol explained.

“Seriously?” Anna gasped.

“Well!” Carol defended herself. “We used to go over there all the time, but about a year ago she moved, where? I don’t know, but none of us know where she lives, and none of us have been there.”

“Told you, her dad’s paranoid.” Vicky sighed, poking at her salad.

“So you live a life of secrecy?” Billy asked.

“Not by choice.” Anna replied. “If I had it my way, we’d still be living in New York.”

“She comes from a broken family.” Tina explained.

“Jesus Christ, Tina! It’s his first day here, do you think it’s really appropriate to be telling him my entire life story? Especially if I didn’t explicitly agree to it?”

“Sorry. You’re right, I’m sorry.” Tina looked down at her tray of half-eaten food.

“Yeah, sorry A.” Carol added.

Anna sat down, and the group carried on with lunch as if nothing had ever happened. The rest of the day went by uneventfully, and as the final bell rang, Anna made her way out to the parking lot. Across the way she saw Nancy getting into Steve’s car. They waved at each other, and that was that.

Anna’s friendship with Steve and Nancy, and Jonathan Byers was on the down-low. The four of them had shared an exciting experience the previous year.

Anna had been at home when her dad told her that Will Byers had gone missing. She wasn’t upset, she didn’t have a specific attachment to him, or anyone he was linked to, sure it was sad, but the kid went missing and that was that. A few days later she came across Jonathan in the red room, developing his photos, and that’s when the investigation began. She and Jonathan teamed up to try and find out what happened to his brother, Anna used what information she could find from her father’s work, and Jonathan used what information he could find from his mother’s ramblings. Eventually teamed up with Nancy, and the three discovered where to find the faceless beast. That was also when she had first met Eleven, who had been living in Nancy’s basement, and was hidden by her younger brother Mike and his best friends Dustin Henderson, and Lucas Sinclair. Eleven’s existence opened up the discovery of the alternate universe right beneath them, which the boys had dubbed “the Upside Down”, the monster which they had been seeking “the Demogorgon”, and Eleven’s constant running away from “the Bad Men”. While her father and Mrs. Byers performed Will’s rescue mission in the Upside Down, the kids stayed out of sight with Eleven at the middle school, and she, Nancy, and Jonathan went back to the Byers to kill the Demogorgon. In the end, accidentally assisted by Steve, they rid both worlds of the Demogorgon, Will was rescued, but unfortunately, Eleven had disappeared. Cut to two months in the future, Eleven showed up in the woods, right outside of the trailer, and the rest was history, and life as Anna knew it now.

Since Will’s disappearance and reappearance, the small circle of people that knew about the otherworldly happenings in Hawkins had become a secret society of survivors, sworn by the government to never speak about what happened, to anyone. In school, her relationship with Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan was a “Hello, goodbye.” type, and they never stayed in the same area for too long. On the weekends, she would spend what time she wasn’t with the girls, with Jonathan, working on photos and keeping a watchful eye on Joyce and Will for her dad. Anna was instructed by her father to steer extra clear of the kids, for fear of letting Eleven’s presence in the Hopper home slip. Mike had formed a unique bond with her, and quite frankly, his heartbreak over her being gone was hard to watch.

On the way home, she noticed her father’s truck was still at the station. Hopefully he would be home on time, so that she would be saved of having to deal with Eleven’s trust issues with her father.

She pulled off into the dirt path at four o’clock exactly. And reached the house shortly thereafter. One knock, three knocks, then two. “You’re late. It’s four, zero-eight.” Eleven spoke from the kitchen.

“I never promised four, exactly.” Anna stepped inside, Eleven locked the door and turned the sink water off. “Just doing your dishes now?” Anna kicked off her shoes. “What’d you have to eat?”

“Sandwich.” Eleven replied, sitting on the couch.

“PB&J?” She asked, hanging her coat on the coat hook behind the door.

“Yes.” Eleven’s eyes followed Anna as she walked towards their bedroom door.

“You changed out of your pjs. Nice.” El nodded. “I have homework, am I good to go inside for awhile? Dad should be home around six.”

“Yes.” El replied again.

Dad wasn’t home around six, but Anna made dinner anyway. She took her’s into the room, because Eleven promised her that she would eat everything, vegetables first. At seven thirty Anna got a shower, and El followed shortly after. Dad did get home around eight fifteen, El sat at the table with him while he ate, and Anna fell asleep, so deeply that she didn’t wake until the next morning.

The next day was Halloween. “October thirty-first.” Eleven stated. The pair had woken up long before dad, and were already dressed when he awoke. “Boo.” El surprised Anna in the kitchen, wearing her bed-sheet as a costume. She had cut two eyes in it, to be a ghost.

Anna flipped the piece of French toast she was cooking. “Nice.”

“Trick or treat?”

“Not my choice kid.” From the other side of the tiny cabin, Anna heard her father’s footsteps. “You’d better hide now if you want to scare him though.”

Eleven retreated back to their room, shutting the door just enough. “Morning.” Dad cleared his throat, inspecting what his oldest was making for breakfast. “What’s cooking?”

“French toast.” Anna could hardly suppress her laughter.

She heard El’s footsteps from behind them. “Oh, Jesus!” Dad turned around, slightly spooked by the young girl’s presence.

“Ghost.” El replied.

He rolled his eyes at Anna, walking over to the table. “Yeah, I see that.”

“Halloween.”

“Sure is.” Anna plated each of their food and sat it on the table. “But right now it’s breakfast, okay? Come on, let’s eat.”

Anna grabbed a cup for coffee for her dad, and two glasses of juice for her and El. “They wouldn’t see me.”

“Who wouldn’t see you?”

She sat down across from her father. “The bad men.” She spoke at the same time as Eleven.

“What are you talking about?”

“Trick or treat.” El replied.

“You want to go trick-or-treating?” He looked between Eleven and Anna.

“She’s never been.” Anna shrugged, taking a sip of her juice. Eleven nodded, and Jim shook his head in response.

“You know the rules.”

“Yes, but-“

“Yeah, so you know the answer.” He got up and guided her to her seat next to Anna.

“No, but, they wouldn’t see me!”

“No. Hey, I don’t care.” He attempted to take the sheet off of her. “I don’t care, alright? You go out there, ghost or not, it’s a risk. We don’t take risks, alright? They’re stupid, and?”

“We’re not stupid.” Eleven huffed, looking at Anna for guidance.

“Exactly. Now, you take that off, sit down and eat. Your food’s getting cold.” El shrugged the sheet off, leaving it on the floor. Dad poured syrup onto his food, handing it back to Anna she did the same to her’s and then to El’s, who had no syrup-portion-control. “Alright, I’ll tell you what. How about I get off early tonight, and I buy us a bunch of candy, and we can sit around and get fat and we watch a scary movie together? Anna, you’ll be home at the same time, right?”

“Actually, I was going to go to-“ She began to explain that she had plans to go to Tina’s Halloween party, but her father gave her “the eyes”, so she stopped herself. “Yeah, I’ll be home.”

“How’s that for a compromise?” Dad asked.

“Compromise?” Eleven replied.

“C-o-m, promise. Compromise.” Anna sounded the word out for her. “That can be your word for the day. Okay? Compromise, it’s in-between, it’s like halfway happy.”

“By five-one-five?” Eleven looked over to him.

“Five fifteen. Yeah, sure.”

“Promise?” El looked at him, then at Anna.

“Yes.” Dad replied.

“Of course.” Anna sighed.

“I promise.”

“Halfway happy.” Eleven said.

The trio finished their breakfasts together. Jim did the dishes, while Anna helped Eleven make their beds. “I’ll walk out with you today.” Dad said, waiting by the door for his daughter. Anna nodded, pulling on her boots and coat.

“Good food today, dishes done by four.” El nodded from the couch. “And if you put that sheet in the laundry basket I can show you how to sew patches onto it tomorrow, okay?” Eleven jumped up, rushing to put the sheet in the laundry area. “Lock the door!”

She and her father walked down to their cars in silence. “So dad, about that party tonight-“

“No.”

“Dad, please.”

Jim opened the door to his truck. “No means no. You promised El that you’d hang out with us tonight, and promises are promises. She really counts on you kid. Besides, what’s gonna happen at that stupid party anyway?” Anna rolled her eyes. “A bunch of kids in stupid costumes are gonna drink themselves silly until I have to send Callahan in there to break it up.”

“Yeah, because we know that’s always successful.” Anna muttered.

“I’m sorry, kid. But there will be other parties.”

“I know.”

Jim opened his arms, and Anna stepped inside, the two of them embracing for a moment. “See you at five fifteen.”

“See you then.” She sighed, getting in her car and watching as her pulled away.

Anna pouted all the way to school. She had spoken to Nancy a few days before, after she had learned that Nancy might have convinced Jonathan to go to Tina’s party. “Come on Jonathan, it’s perfect!” Anna had exclaimed.

“Jack and Wendy Torrance?” Jonathan asked, suspiciously. “But we aren’t married.”

“Yes and we’re not dating either, but two friends can go to a Halloween party as Jack and Wendy Torrance if they want to.” Anna sighed. “The costumes are very functional. Guaranteed, we both already have everything we’d need in our closets, right now. Plus, they’d be super warm.”

“I’ll think about it.” Jonathan sighed, knowing that if he could make Anna happy for even one night, he would consider it a win.

“Yes! Thank you!”

So she had her costume, she just needed to think of her escape plan, and execute it. Tina’s party started at eight, by then, they should be well onto their second scary movie, Anna could complain that she got a stomach ache from eating candy and then “go to bed” for the night. Then after El and dad were asleep, she could sneak out. The plan was perfect, considering that El got tired by seven on even a weeknight. Foolproof, immaculate, fabulous. She would return in the morning, showered and in-bed, in just enough time to get a good amount of sleep for Saturday chores.

“So, you gonna make it to the party?” Tina asked, upon Anna’s arrival.

“Yes, why do you ask?” Anna shut the car door behind her.

“Because you pulled in about five minutes ago and didn’t even realize it. I figured you were planning how you’re gonna get there.”

“Yeah, well my dad wants me to watch scary movies with him and eat candy all night, so I have to figure something out between now and then.”

“Nancy said you were going with Jonathan Byers as the couple from “The Shining”… I didn’t know you were friends with him.” Tina said, kicking a rock while they walked towards the school.

“Um, yeah. Childhood friends, we talk here and there. But that’s if he even shows up.”

“So if he doesn’t, you’re just gonna come as Wendy, without her husband?” Tina stopped.

“Yes, you and I will understand it so what else does it matter? Everybody will be drunk anyway.” Anna began walking again, a blast of warm air hitting her as she stepped inside the school.

“You’re right.” Tina sighed. “Besides, you’ll look cute no matter what you’re wearing.”

“Oh, my dear. So sweet to me.” Anna laughed, kissing the tips of her fingers and pressing them to Tina’s cheek. The pair walked to their lockers, and began their day.

School let out at three-thirty, as usual, and Anna wasted no time throwing all of her things into her locker and making a beeline to her car. If she had to suffer through a scary movie marathon with her dad and El, she wanted it to happen quick and painlessly. Maybe if she was lucky she’d fall asleep during the movie, and miss the whole thing.

At home, Eleven unlocked the door after hearing the secret knock. Anna discarded her shoes and coat and went into the bedroom to lay out her costume underneath her covers. Granted, her outfit wasn’t exact, because she had to do with what she had laying around, but she made it work. She had denim overalls, a multicolored flannel top, and a tan turtleneck sweater underneath, and for footwear, her brown workboots would have to do.

Anna joined El on the couch, the pair flipping through various television stations and stopping to watch a show occasionally. Five o’clock came and went, as did six, and seven. Neither of them had eaten, for they knew they would fill up on candy. Anna sighed, getting up. “El, do you know how to keep a secret?”

“Yes. Why?” Of course, El was a secret herself.

Anna looked at the clock. “Dad’s not coming home early, clearly. And I have somewhere to go.”

“Friends?”

“Yes, with my friends.” Anna walked over to the back of the T.V. “I want to go hang out with them, but dad wouldn’t let me. Now that he’s not coming home, it will need to be a secret. I’ll help you wheel this into the room, and make you food before I go. But you can’t tell dad where I went. Promise?”

“Promise?”

“I don’t break my promises El, I never break my promises.” Anna held her pinky out for El to grab with her’s.

“Promise.” El linked her pinky with Anna’s.

“Alright, let’s get moving then.” Anna unplugged the television and she and Eleven wheeled it into their bedroom, positioning it just right, so that El could watch it comfortably from bed. “I’m gonna get dressed, go ahead and pick out what you want to eat.”

Eleven shut the door as she left, allowing Anna to get dressed. She joined El in the kitchen, heating her food up in the microwave. “See you in the morning.” She smiled as Eleven locked herself and her food into their room.

“Goodnight Anna.” Eleven called as she left.

From the porch Anna could hear the locks click, and she carefully made her way through the woods and into town. At the corner of Trestle and Jojo she came upon the payphone, and quickly sliding to quarters into the slot, she dialed Tommy’s house-phone. “Yo, Tommy speaking.”

“Hey, it’s Anna. Can you pick me up?”

“Well, well, well, managed to break out of prison tonight?”

“Yeah, for one night only. Now can you get me or not, I’m right down the block from the station and I’m gonna get caught!”

“Sure thing Hopper, I’ll be there in ten.”

“Make it five-“

“Five! I’ll be there in five!” Tommy sighed, hanging up.

Anna kept her head hung low while she waited for Tommy, becoming paranoid that every single passing car would be her father discovering her escape. If the party was at Carol’s, she could’ve walked. Carol lived on Pine Street, which was only a ten-minute walk from the cabin. Or even Tommy, who lived in Loch Nora. But Tina lived around the corner from Steve Harrington’s house, which meant a perfect party house, surrounded on two sides by woods stretching for miles, and very few neighbors to be found.

Tommy came, music blasting, and Anna quickly climbed inside. “No Carol?”

“Nah, she went to Vicky’s after school.”

“Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem. Last thing I need is the chief’s daughter pissed at me for no reason. You’ll be having your dad pull me over or some shit like that.” Anna and Tommy laughed, and they chatted the whole way to the party.

Inside, Tina was surprised to see Anna in attendance. “They said you wouldn’t make it!” She pointed excitedly over to Carol and Vicky. “But I knew you’d get out!”

“You look warm.” Carol snickered, handing Anna a cup.

“It’s cold outside?” Anna said, taking the cup.

“Drink up, it’ll only make it worse.” Carol patted her on the shoulder and guided her friends outside.

The girls mingled here and there for a bit, Vicky and Tina found random boys to scamper off with, Tommy was off bullying people with new kid Billy, and that left just Carol and Anna. “So Tina told me you were supposed to have another half to your costume? Jonathan Byers?”

“Yeah, and? Like I told her, he’s a childhood friend. Who cares, he didn’t show up anyway.”

Through the window she could see that Steve and Nancy had just arrived, and Billy and Tommy were already taunting them. She rolled her eyes, downing the rest of the liquid in her cup. “Want another?” Carol asked. “I’ll go get.”

Anna nodded. “Thank you.” That would be three drinks, and then that was it. She needed to be able to sneak into the house with a still-functioning motor system.

Tina had made a Halloween mix specifically for her party, adorned with all of the girl’s favorite songs on it. The portion that was currently playing must’ve been mixed for Anna, because all she had heard in the past ten minutes was Fleetwood Mac, not that she was complaining. “Drink for you.” A new voice came into play.

Anna turned around, coming face to face with Billy. “What’s your costume?” She laughed, taking the cup from his hand.

“Don’t know, but my shirt got wet.”

“So that’s why it’s off?”

“Yeah. Carol told me to give you that.”

“Thanks.” Anna took a sip, nodding her head to the music.

“You like Fleetwood Mac?” Billy scrunched his nose.

“You don’t?”

“No, just never pegged you for a hippie.”

“I’m not a hippie.” Anna turned back to watch the trees. “Maybe a spiritualist, but not a hippie. I’m going for a walk, you coming?”

Before Billy could reply, Anna was walking into the woods. “Are you sure this is safe?”

“I’m not afraid of a few trees Hargrove. Come on.” Anna assumed he was following her, by the sound of his heavy footsteps behind her. “You know, they say that Stevie Nicks is a witch.”

“You believe it?”

“I don’t know. But I’ve read a lot about her, and witchcraft. Even have myself a few crystals-“

“Are you a witch?” They came to a small clearing in the woods.

“No. Just curious.” She finally turned to face him again. “But things like that aren’t totally impossible… Not around here at least.” Anna sighed. “Hawkins is tainted.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Weird things happen around here. Random power surges, stuff you can’t really explain with common knowledge.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“My dad.” Anna dumped the rest of her cup onto the ground. “And first-hand experience. But there are some things you should know about this place. Things that will keep you safe. If you’re smart.”

“So what are they?”

“Never leave your house after dark, alone.

Always lock your doors.

Leave the curtains closed at night, and make sure there’s at least one light on in your house. Just incase-“

“Incase what?”

“You would know it if you’d seen it.”

“And stay away from government facilities.”

“What’s wrong with the government-“

“Sworn to secrecy.” She held her hand over her mouth. “It’s all for the safety of yourself. You can ask anybody, but not many will tell you the rules because everyone’s too afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“What’s in the dark.”

Billy’s eyes widened with fear. He couldn’t quite find the right words to respond with. “I think I’m gonna head back now.”

“Be careful.” Anna called.

“You’re not coming?” He turned to look at her.

“No. I’m gonna hang behind, take a long walk back. I’ll meet you back in ten, promise.” Billy nodded, smiling back at Anna.

She watched as Billy’s shadow faded into black, the moon and stars providing little to no light for her to walk. She began to follow him, taking her time, enjoying the stillness of the woods. She tripped on a fallen tree, falling and slicing her hand on a broken branch. “Shit!” Anna cursed, sitting on her knees. She couldn’t see her wound, but from the wetness that she felt in her palm, she figured it was pretty deep. She wiped her palm onto her pants-leg, the material becoming stained with blood. Anna began to walk again, more careful of her surroundings.

Behind her she heard a snap. It was most likely Billy, trying to come around a tree and scare her. So she stopped and stood. “Very funny Hargrove, but your cover’s been blown.” There was no response. “You can come out now.”

She was met with another twig snap.

“Hargrove? I’m serious, come out now!”

Another snap.

“Billy?”

Another snap, closer.

And then the world fell away.

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Here it is! Finally! My Stranger things’ Fanfic Rec list I’ve put off for months yooo! Anyway, I hope you find something to read and enjoy y’all :)

(Oh, the * at the front of the fic title means they are my favorites!)

* objects in the mirror by Snickfic (Complete)

Jonathan has no f**king idea why Nancy and Steve gave him the Nikon. He doesn't know why they're so insistent on seeing the pictures he takes, either.

why you should read it?:one reason: you can’t tell me that Jonathan doesn’t have a thing for taking pics during sexy times! you just can’t...and this fanfic is the reason why!

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars Series by Drhair76 (WIP)

The many adventures of Steve, Jonathan and Nancy as they figure out their relationship. (feat. Robin, the kiddos and a heck ton of parental figures.)

why you should read it?: Because Steve/Nancy/Jonathan’s relationship is the cutest thing in this little series...but it’s also very real in a way that’s not supernatural. Just go read the series! Warning: It does get a little angsty in later parts!

Emotion Sickness by Shypt (WIP)

After the Battle of Starcourt, Steve struggles with the damages that the Russians left behind. In dealing with the aftermath, with the help of Robin and the Party, he uncovers a larger conspiracy at hand than just re-opening the Gate.

why you should read it?: Post s3 fic, where Robin and Steve are left with powers after the Russian’s experiments...and how they deal with that and the large conspiracy at behind why.

* it's a risk, it's a gamble by nondz (pinkjook) (Complete)

“I think we should pretend to date,” Robin says.

"What?" Steve answers.

why you should read it?: read this post and all my feelings will be revealed...or aka the emotionally sweet stoncy fic where Robin and Steve pretend to be each others beards... that might have made me weep silently a few times haha!

* Strike from the Records (it's not over 'till we're done) by SylphofScript (Complete)

If there’s one more thing Steve should have walked away with after so many incidents with the otherworldly, it’s to never trust the slow points.

They were only ever a blanket of lies, covering up a brewing storm.

Too bad Steve never learns.

why you should read it?: A long connective fic, where each character is common or not so common whamp trope! So beware, it gets super angsty in parts!

Have Happened by cortexikid (Complete)

"I overheard you. You were talking in your sleep.”

Steve's heart fluttered nervously.

“It was a little funny at first,” Nancy admitted, her tone a mix of teasing and apologetic, “you were moaning my name and I thought it’d be kinda funny if Mike accidentally overheard you having a sex dream about his sister—”

Steve couldn’t control the guffaw that escaped him.

“But then you said Jonathan’s name. Right after mine. All in the same breath.”

why you should read it?: You know, why not! I’ll admit, this story doesn’t entirely work for me anymore since the monster hunting trio had grown so far from their s1 characterizations, but it’s still a fic worth reading! So i am rec-ing it!

Slide Over Here by empathieves (Complete)

Nancy says Jonathan's name instead of Steve's two weeks after the Monster Hunting Incident. Steve says it instead of Nancy's name a month after. They don't talk about it until two months after, when it's become increasingly hard to ignore that Jonathan Byers has become a part of their sex life without even being in the room.

why you should read it?: Another post s1 fic, where Nancy and Steve slowly start bringing Jonathan’s name into their sex life...and how they eventually act on their desires!

Searching For Your Heart by cali-chan (girls_are_weird) (Complete)

One of the world's biggest action movie superstars is coming to town, and every kid in Hawkins High is determined to win MTV's back-to-school scavenger hunt and get a face-to-face meeting with their idol. Mike and his friends are sure they've got this in the bag— until the contest throws a wrench in their plans and their only shot at winning is partnering up with Mike's longtime crush, El Hopper.

why you should read it?: I’ll admit I didn’t finish this story...I was a little too fluffy for my tastes, but It’s still a cute story worth reading!

Bad at Love (Can You Blame Me for Trying) by GeoffsEightGreatestMistakes (Complete)

He liked to think the world was done throwing him curveballs. He’s had to kill the Demogorgon, get his face punched in by a crazed stepbrother, listen to his drunk girlfriend tell him she doesn’t love him, and tell his best friend that he’s a piece of shit. He thought he had somehow managed to catch enough curveballs for a lifetime. He was wrong. The newest curveball may be the hardest one yet.

why you should read it?: It’s Stoncy and my fav romantic angst trope: (not so) unrequited love/Pining!

* every night my mind is running around her by magneticwave (Complete)

In which Nancy gets married, Lucas gets hot, and Dustin gets to give lots of people advice that he’s only moderately qualified to dispense.

why you should read it?: This was my first ever ST fanfic! I had to add it on principal...of it being absolutely amazing lol!

* Ducks on the Pond by The Stephanois (ballantine) (Complete)

Steve Harrington knows two things to be true: the St. Louis Cardinals are the best baseball team in the world, and Nancy Wheeler is far too amazing for him to hog all to himself.

why you should read it?: It’s one of my all time favorite stoncy fics, it combines two things I absolutely love into one story: Poly relationships and Baseball (I won a MVP trophy in HS for Pitching) ...and also uses the age old euphemism of bases for sex;)

Across the Many Miles by FeoplePeel (Complete)

Nancy packed her bags and moved out West for Caltech. Jonathan’s East at NYU. Steve’s in the middle, Hawkins, Indiana and separated from the only people who understand by a seemingly endless stretch of land on each side. The story doesn't start there, but it doesn't end there, either.

why you should read it?: It’s actually been so long since I’ve read this one...and bruh is it long...so it’s definitely not a causal read, but it’s very very good read if you have the time for a long, long story.

* let this pass you by CallicoKitten (Complete)

Steve’s not entirely sure at which point in his life he became Dustin Henderson’s personal chauffeur. Okay, maybe that’s not entirely true. Maybe he can pinpoint the exact moment it happened and it honestly keeps him awake at night more than the demo-dogs or the Demogorgon or any of the insane shit that’s happened in Hawkins recently.

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the kids drag steve on a trip to chicago to find El's sister, steve figures some shit out in the process

why you should read it?: It’s stoncy, the party, and a road trip all rolled into one...what more can you ask for haha?!

Talk Me Down by anomalation (Complete)

Nancy knows what she wants: Steve and Jonathan both, and maybe a fight. Steve knows he'd do anything for these dorky kids. Jonathan doesn't seem to want anything, but he'd also never ask them. And none of them are interested in forgiving Billy.

Featuring: some D&D, a Christmas party, a lot of relationship negotiating, no excuses for shitty behavior, and yet also the firm belief that nobody deserves abusive parents.

why you should read it?: Another really long, long fic that I completely enjoyed the one time I read it...and It had a nice and real redemption arc for Billy that I liked.

* For the Three of Us by brokenpromisesandhope

5 times Jonathan loved Steve and Nancy and one time they loved him back.

why you should read it?: The summary pretty much says it all...

* decide on me (decide on us) by mjolnirbreaker (Complete)

Robin could very well die tonight in her stupid work uniform, and honestly she doesn’t want to dwell on it. So she’s going to make it her personal mission to figure out what’s up with Steve’s romantic life, and hopefully they don’t die before she solves the puzzle.

why you should read it?: It amazes me to this day...just how close to canon this author had gotten for Robin’s characterization and her relationship with Steve!

* fly me to the moon by bleuboxes (Complete)

It's a Saturday night; he's watching one of those Star Wars movies with Robin - who won't shut up about how hot Leia looks.

Steve mentions something briefly about how he likes Han’s hair, rugged tough guy appearance, and general aloofness. Robin rolls her eyes, mutters an 'of course you do', then throws popcorn at his face.

why you should read it?: Okay, I related way too well to this story! Han Solo was one of my bisexual awakens too...and I didn’t realize until years later lol! It’s also a sweet story about how Robin slowly helps Steve through his awakening like a real BFF should.

God Help the Outcasts by willwrite4coffee (Complete)

Robin Buckley's always been a little different, but to her, that's never been a bad thing.

She's been on the outside looking in, an outcast, but she'd rather spend her evening with Sousa than at a kegger.

Being an outsider has never been a bad thing.

(also known as, why does no one know Robin in such a small town like Hawkins?)

why you should read it?: A cute little story about Robin and Steve’s friendship directly after the events of s3...and how the party and Nancy and Jonathan slowly begin to accept Robin into the fold.

Oh, and anything by @trulyalpha! Here’s the Ao3 link!

#stranger things #fanfic rec list #i am completely sure that i am missing some #but i've read a lot of st fanfics #so there is more than likely to be a part 2 #so yay...i guess lol #none of these works are mine....and if you want your tumblr link at the end #just dm me #image not mine

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