#pov i’m holding u hostage

[thegodcomplcx]

actually ten was pushing martha away because he was scared if he got too attached he would lose her and it would hurt all over again— stop screaming— but despite this, he still can’t help himself and goes out of his way to make martha want to stay and every time that she— I SAID STOP SCREAMING— every time that she has an opportunity to leave he pushes so hard against it, even inviting her along again in the s3 finale and when she reappears in s4. this is because he feels so innately drawn to her, and you can even see how much they parallel each other when— STOP sticking your fingers through the cage bars, i’m trying to fucking explain—

[azrielsbabyg]

OMG I saw u were writing for derek and I ABSOLITELY have to see u write about him and a trouble-seeker, "I don't have emotions, emotions have Me!", absolutely dare-devil insane kinda shit reader. Derek would just go insane trying to protect them </3

Let's say they're a lone wolf with no pack, but with how powerful and dangerous they are, it doesn't really matter if they're protected by a pack or not. Derek finds them in beacon hills in some sticky situation and helps them bc "idc but u looked like u were going to get eaten and we can't have that now can we, ur far too pretty" and they get upset at him to have taken away their fun for the night?? So she makes it her job to just annoy the shit out of him and get him riled up for the rest of the evening since he took away their fun..?? tbh probably ends in some hate-fuck sort of smut but he does manage to make them go soft for him<333

Get creative w this one LMAOO

NOTE- I absolutely love this. I don't know if this is what you had in mind but feedback is always appreciated. Hope you like it<33.

PAIRING- Derek x Reader

TROUBLE

DEREK’S POV

This woman would be the death of me. 

I left her alone in the house for 20 fucking minutes and she somehow ends up getting in trouble. I have Scott on the other line, who got a call from Stiles, who told him that he and Y/N got into trouble with Deucalion of all people. And now he is holding them hostage.

I’m not surprised that she and Stiles snuck out. I’m not surprised that she decided to go kill Deucalion. I’m not surprised she fucked up. Whenever I confront her about her actions, all she has to say is- “C’monnnnnn you know I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble loves finding me. And I can’t turn away something that loves me now can I?”

I get into my car and hit the gas to reach the Alpha Pack before they do something they will regret. After a good 40-minute drive, I see Scott waiting for me to go teach them a lesson. 

“I don’t see anyone from the pack in the main room. Only Y/N and Stiles, but are tied up to two chairs. There is one problem though, I don’t think they mind being tied up.” Scott says to me shrugging.

“What the hell do you mean by that?” don't mind being tied up?? These two I swear-

“They are… laughing…like full-on laughing.” Scott gives me a nervous smile like I’m about to hit him for them laughing. These two bloody delinquents. 

“Let’s get them and get the fuck out of here without one of the Alphas seeing us.” I usher him towards the entrance of the window for us to sneak in. 

Stiles sees us approaching and groans “Great! The party-poopers are here. Watch out Y/N they don’t look happy.” He rolls his eyes at me right before I turn to Y/N. Her bright eyes shine with a mischievous glint and her mouth gives me a shit-eating grin. 

“Hi there Wolfie,” She says with a wink. That fucking nickname. “Come to join the fun?” 

“More like to ruin it,” Scott says flashing the two of them a smile. We untie the two of them and nudge them to the entrance. 

“Wait. We can’t leave just like that.” She says with a sly smirk on her face.

“Y/N whatever you are about to do, don’t.” I scold. 

“Tsk, you’re more fun when you’re drunk…” She says before drawing in a breath. “HEY ALPHAS. EAT AS-” I stop her from yelling more by putting my hand over my mouth. 

“I swear to god Y/N, if you don't get your ass out the window right the fuck now, I will stab you, with my bare hands.” I drag her to the car and sit her in the back seat with Stiles laughing uncontrollably at her side. 

—————

Y/N’S POV

After dropping Stiles and Scott off at their place, I still hadn’t gotten that smile off my face. I always ignore Derek’s warnings, cuz like, why would I listen?? 

Although he gets all angry and pouty after I disobey him like he is getting now. “Derek for god’s sake please don't start.” I huff out in annoyance. 

“Don’t start? What do you mean don’t start? You could’ve possibly died out there Y/N. Do you just never learn from your mistakes? Or do you just have to disobey me? Always?” Derek spits out in a fit of rage. He’s also managed to take a few steps closer and now he is directly in front of me. 

“Oh well, I’m sorry sir. If you have such a problem with me trying to live a little, put me in my place. Or are you too much of a puppy to do that?” I dare him, my face mere inches from his. It would be so easy to just- No. Fuck no. NO NO NO NO NO. This is Derek we are talking about. Getting involved with him would be sooooo not okay. Cuz I know that once will not be enough. I will 100% need more than just that.

“What did you call me?” His voice was a low growl. I almost didn’t hear it. 

“S-Sir?” My voice betrays me at the worst time. Fuck he is blushing. Now seeing him I am blushing. Nooo this can’t be good. “What are y-you gonna do about i-it?” 

He doesn’t answer me in words. Instead, he presses his mouth to mine in a harsh kiss. Oh, sweet mother of Jesus. I melt into his touch. His lips are sooo soft, I could cry. He pulls me by my arm and now I am flush against him. Something hot and wet touches my lower lips and I gasp. The fucker uses this opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. 

It is just a clash of tongues and teeth as he hooks his hands behind my thighs and hoists me up. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively and I feel him. He is enjoying this way too much. I smile into the kiss at the feeling that he returns. He lays me down on his table and moves his lips to my jaw and neck in slow agonizing kisses. 

He ventures down lower and lower until he is face to face with my heaving chest. He gives one look at my flushed face and when he looks back at my chest he rips the top open. “You asshole! You better be buying me another top.” I whine.

“Don’t worry baby. After this, you’re not going to want to wear much around me.” He smirks against my bra, which he proceeds to rip too. This guy I swear- I was cut off from my thoughts by my own moan. He latches his mouth directly to my nipple while his other hand travels to the other one, flicking it gently. He then proceeds to pinch it and oh my fucking god. 

“Fuck Derek,” I let out multiple breathy moans, his name falling out in every one of them, “Ah shit Derek.”

He leaves my nipple and travels down to my stomach and, well, lower than that. He unbuckles my belt and unbuttons my jeans all while maintaining eye contact with me. As soon as my jeans are off he nuzzles his nose against my centre and breaths a deep breath. The action causes me to shudder.

He pulls my underwear to the side and licks a bold stripe across my folds. My back arches up as he continues the dance with his tongue against my entrance. He chuckles against my clit as I grind my hips against his face, begging to ride it. He trailers one hand up to pin me in place while his other slips across my folds, coating itself in my slick. He slips in two fingers without warning and curls them to hit the spot god only meant to be worshipped. 

He continues to thrust his fingers in my hole while his mouth sucks harshly on my clit. This is so overwhelming but oh so good. “Fuck Derek, right there.” He continues to finger me.

I am so so so close. “Derek- it’s too much, I’m gonna- Ah-” My orgasm hits me like a loaded truck and I moan his name with no absolute shame. 

“That’s it, baby. You look so fucking pretty squirming an thrashing under me. My sweet little girl.” His words do something to me oh god.

He trails kisses back to my face and lands one last kiss on my mouth. This kiss wasn’t like the kiss we started off with. This one was sweet and gentle, almost featherlight. He pushes his tongue into my mouth letting me taste my cum. It tastes even better on his tongue. “I hope you know there is no going back after this.” His voice is gruff and guttural. 

“Good. I don’t wanna go back. You’re way too good at this.” I smile and give him one last kiss. 

He carries me to his bedroom and lays me down on my side. He settles in behind me and wraps one protective arm around me. His heartbeat against my back slowly lulls me into sleep.

“You aren’t that bad Y/N. Just need to stop annoying me so much.” He huffs a laugh against my ear.

“I will look into that some other day. But thanks, I guess?” 

Ugh, he will be the death of me. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[kelieah]

my neighborhood (peter parker x vigilante!reader) [1]

request: @annamckayla : HELLO! Omg i love ur writing so much ahhhh! I was hoping I could request for a peter x reader, where they are both heroes (or reader is bad idm up to you) and they are fighting ppl / each other but they are super flirty! AHH OK ILY BYEEE ;)))))))))

warnings: sarcasm, insulting, flirting, fighting. reader is a vigilante, goes to midtown high and is semi close friends with peter. kinda like a hate love relationship. alsooo reader’s powers is speed and eletricity so basically the flash idkdkdk sorry

edited: i’m working on a new series based off of this request! masterlist for it is here

a/n: my first request! so happy hehe ilyt!! also im so sorry if this doesnt make sense, im not great with super powers lol

pov: first, y/n

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I have to admit. He’s cute, but he’s so irritating. Is it the fact that he’s so undeniably cute? Yes. No, yes but Peter is such a know it all, or at least I think so.

For some reason, it didn’t stop me from hanging out with him and his friends for the past couple of months. After picking up some school lunch, I grab a seat in front of Peter and Ned.

“Hey Y/n,” Ned smiles. “Hi Ned! Hi Peter,” I greet back, looking over at Peter. He didn’t seem to notice, his eyes too focused on Liz. 

“Why do you even hang out with them Y/n, they’re losers,” I hear MJ pipe up. Ned, Peter and I all turn our heads to her.

“True-” I stifle a laugh.

“Then why are you sitting here with us?” Peter retorts.

“Because she’s cool, and doesn’t drool over seniors like, someone,” I cough, smirking at him. He rolls his eyes and glares at me.

“She’s not wrong,” Ned murmurs.

“Dude!” Peter huffs, making me giggle. He smiles slightly and slumps on the palm of his hand, looking away.

“Pete, could you come over after school? I need help with chem, and I know you need help with English,” I poke him with a fork causing him to swat me away.

“Yeah whatever, I think that’s just an excuse to get me to come over,” he teases.

“Shut up!” I groan. Ned and MJ share a suspicious glance. “What?” I ask cluelessly.

“Nothing,” they both say quietly.

After a long dreadful day of school, Peter and I met up at the front of the school, by the gates.

“Hey Penis Parker,” I smirk, holding onto my backpack straps.

He lets out a long sigh, “Not you too, Y/n. C’mon,” he huffs.

“I’m just messing with you Pete,” I bump into him, beginning to walk ahead.

He follows, catching up easily, “Right. Anyways, have you heard about the new vigilante in town?”

I tense at the subject, “Uhm yeah, that speedy girl?”

“Yup. What do you think about her?”

“Uh, I don’t know. All I know is that she’s probably better than Spider-Man.”

He looks at me offended, “Who’s to say? Spider-Man is like, super-human, he has a bunch of powers-”

“Don’t get your panties all in a twist, I’m just saying,” I laugh, “Sheesh didn’t think you were such a big fan of Spider-Man.”

“U-uh why wouldn’t I be, he’s s-super cool.” “Said every teenager ever, I like this new girl. She’s kind of refreshing y’know?”

“Meh,” Peter shrugs, and I scoff shoving him aside.

We eventually head to my apartment and study together. I messed around while Peter tried to help me with homework, but he ended up getting distracted anyways.

I let out a long groan, “Shut up! You’ve been talking about chemistry for the past 30 minutes and I didn’t understand one thing that came out of your mouth.”

Peter’s mouth drops. He throws one of my pillows at me, “You asked me to come over!”

“I know, because I’m lonely.”

“Sure.”

“You’re right, I just needed you to do my homework.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too,” I flash him a cheeky smile, causing him to roll his eyes. I glance over at the clock, “Hey uh, I think you should head out soon. My dad’s coming back from work soon and you know how he is with boys.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t miss me too much,” he gets up, gathering his things.

“Reverse card!” “See you,” he chuckles and walks off.

“Bye Penis Parker!” I yell, making sure he left. As soon as he closed the front door, I rush into my closet to get out my suit.

After putting it on and tidying up room, I head out my window and jump out to the fire escape.

I decide to scan the city, running and jumping from building to building. It seemed quiet so I sat down on the ledge of some random building.

I hear a quiet thud next to me. I glance over at the figure, who I made out to be Spider-Man. “Ah, well if it isn’t the infamous Spider-Man.”

“Thought I’d check out who the new girl in town is,” he chuckles. His voice seemed higher than I expected it to be, it almost sounds familiar. Weird. Could it be? No way, that’s impossible.

“You care about me? I’m touched,” I place a hand on my heart. I hear him stifle a laugh and shake his head.

He went quiet for a second and stood up from his crouching position, “There’s something going on by 5th street in some warehouse,” he says.

“Guess we should head over-”

“We? I don’t know about that new girl, this is my neighborhood,” he jumps off the ledge, swinging from building to building.

The fuck, who does this guy think he is!?

I rush downstairs and speed off to 5th street, managing to get there before he did. “Yes, we,” I cross my arms looking up at Spider-Man who arrived shortly after me.

He scoffs, “So you’re fast. Hopefully you can catch up, sweetheart,” he swings up to the roof of a warehouse.

I quickly follow, managing to find a way inside and on to the rooftop. I run over to where Spider-Man is crouched down behind a large air vent. I poke my head out to see a poor lady tied to a chair, with a bunch of men surronding her.

“Some kind of intense hostage situation,” he whispers.

“You’re an intense hostage situation,” I murmur.

“What? Shut up!” he whispers. “Oh my god, I think that’s the mayor.”

He jumps up from the vent, placing his hands on his hips. “Hey uh, guys I don’t think you should be treating a lady- especially our mayor like that,” he says, changing the pitch of his voice. I scrunch up my nose at his awkwardness.

“What the fuck, who called him-!” I hear a rough voice yell out, followed by a series of gunshots and screaming.

Spider-Man yelps and manages to fling some guns aside, causing two men to gang up on him, “Hey, new girl a little help!” he yells out. There another two men next to the mayor, with large guns in their hands.

“On it!” I call back, rushing over to the two men circling them. “Hi there,” I grin, place my hands on their guns surging a large amount of eletricity to them, knocking them out.

I help the mayor out, making sure she wasn’t injured or anything. “Karen, call the police and give them our location,” I hear Spider-Man mumble quickly, grunting as he knocks out the two men he was dealing with.

The mayor who was still in complete shock began to ramble, “T-thank you Spider-Man. T-thank you?” she looks over at me.

“Uhm, Velocity?” I rub my arm as Spider-Man watches in amusement.

“Thank you both really-” she sniffs. Suddenly, the roof top door slams open and a bunch of big bulky men come out with these weird looking weapons.

“Heads up, Spidey!” I yell, as one of the men shoot their weird looking gun that emitted some type of green energy.

I grab the Mayor and speed down to the front of the building, where a bunch of police cars pulled up.

Shocked from the momentum, she falls to her knees. “I’m so sorry, but I had to get you out of there. Stay safe!” I rush back to the rooftop.

I notice Spider-Man struggling to get this one guy off of him, “Pretty boy, to your right!” I yell. I run over to one of the weapons and toss it to him.

He quickly webs it and slings it against the guy, knocking him out, “Pretty boy?” he scoffs.

“Yeah, that’s what you sound like!” I grunt, punching a guy who was coming to my left with a surge of electricity.

“So you’d be an annoying girl?” he smirks, also fighting off someone who rushed towards him.

“I’d be honored,” I scoff. “Holy shit!” I let out a yelp as I felt myself being lifted in the air by one of the weapons.

I hear a quick thwip and suddenly I was back on my feet, with Spider-Man’s arm around my waist, “My hero-” I gasp dramatically.

“Cute,” he rolls his eyes. He pushes me towards another guy who was trying to get their weird gun to work.

I frown instantly, and circle around him grabbing the gun before he could do anything. I fling it against him, and press my hand harshly on the gun, causing eletricity to rush all over him.

He knocks out, and I turn around, seeing Spider-Man fling against the air vent. I inhale sharply and rush towards the guy, knocking him off his feet causing him to let go of the weapon.

I kick it away, the guy gets back up and attempts to punch at me. I easily dodge his attacks and punch him with eletricity.

“Oh my god, I did it- I mean we did it! We-” I look over at Spidey who was slump on the ground. “Shit,” I speed over to his side, propping his head up onto my lap. “Pretty boy, you still there?”

I notice his mask was slightly cut open, blood seeping out from the side of his head. I knew that he had the mask on for a reason, but he could be dying. It’s not like I would out him to anyone. I understand why he would keep his identity a secret, it’s what I do as well.

I inhale deeply, pulling off his mask. I let out a gasp, “Peter!?” 

part two

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[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

S.T. REWRITE - S2:E9; Chapter Nine, The Gate- [Pt. 5]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

The survivors turn up the heat on the monstrous force that's holding Will hostage, and Y/n's powers are put to the ultimate test in the process. Eleven makes plans to finish what she started.

A/n:.... yall ready for this???? + For some reason, the link isn't working but I looked all over and found this really bitchin [😉] synth score for your guys' scene. You of course don't have to listen to it or anything but it's REALLY cool and fits the scene well I think. It's called

Sorcerer by S U R V I V E

I recommend it! I understand though, if you don't 🥰Either way, happy reading! And yay, snowball next!!

Warnings: suffocation, noticeable amount of violence, more blood. Baddassery. Edit: a slightly tweaked sad endgame quote my subconscious slipped in there

||3rd Person POV||

Steve and the four party members now sit at the entrance of the tunnel that had brought them to the hub, all canisters now completely empty. The hub reeked of gasoline that manages to sting their throats despite their masks.

"You ready?" Steve asks, glancing back at the kids.

A chorus of muffled agreements ring out, and only then does he pull the lighter from his breast pocket.

Dustin looks up at Steve, sending him a curt and reassigned nod.

"Light her up,"

Steve sighs, taking one last look at their work. The tension in the air now palpable.

"I am in such deep shit,"

He flicks the lighter open, and in one swift click, it comes to life with a sharp and threatening hiss.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The flames in the fireplace grow brighter and far more intense as it reaches and swallows the bigger pieces of firewood. Will's screams have turned to violent grunts has his grip grows tighter around his mother's neck. Jonathan is already at her aid, trying with all his might to release her but Will's grip is unnaturally strong and unwavering.

Seeing this, Nancy jumps into action and quickly maneuvers around the bed to the fireplace. She can't bring herself to leave the poor injured girl passed out against the wall without sending several silent apologies to her. I'm sorry, Y/n! She makes it to the fireplace and pulls the tong loose from the fire where it had been cooking and shook a few logs loose.

The end was a bright and glowing shade of yellow, and Nancy fought a deep breath and the hesitation creeping up, but she had to do something! Her grip around the firepoker tightens until her knuckles turn white.

Behind her, the fire begins to pop as the loosened logs begin to shift, and several embers are sent flying. Several of them land on Will, angering him further. It's almost enough to make him let go, but he does not relent. The firepoker is already in his side, burning right through his shirt with a horrible sizzle, and the boy howls in pain, Joyce now set free.

His back arches in horrible pain, the stick plunging further into his side and another screech is let loose.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

This was it. It was now or never. The dogs weren't going anywhere, and he had to get El to the gate. Hopper's eyes flutter closed, and he counts to three under his breath, the cry of each beast echoing in his skull and beating against his chest.

One...

Two...

Three...

He throws himself through the door, gun first, and his finger on the trigger.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Joyce now towers over her son, spit flying and her voice strained from injury. Nancy had helped her to her feet and was now aiding the rest in restraining Will.

Joyce takes a deep breath as strained screams bellow from her.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SON!"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The lighter in Steve's gloved hand cast out into the fume soaked air, it's small but greedy flame swallows the entire room in seconds. The vines once woven into the dirt come alive in seconds, and they reach the ceilings, writhing and squealing as the flames engulf them.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

A strong and booming roar erupts from deep within Will's chest, the deep voice of the Mind Flayer they had caught a glimpse of in the shed, returns at full force. His back arches once more, the back his head digging deep into the pillow. He is shaking violently now, as he had the night the lab had set the tunnels on fire.

Joyce stumbles back as his shaking grows more violent. His head arches back even further against all odds, and that's when they spot it.

"His neck!" Nancy cries, pointing feverishly as she returns to Jonathan's side. "Look at his neck!"

Several thick and dark veins began protruding through his skin as it crawled up his neck, and it looked as if they were full of dark sludge.

"The Mind Flayer's losing," Jonathan mumbles.

Will's head shoots up at the words, the veins have already spread to his face and even stretch across his arms now. They all jump back as his head whips off the bed, his eyes completely black. The Mind Flayer's grip on the boy tightens, his rage stronger than his pain at their audacity to tempt his strength with Henderson's presence.

"AND HE'LL DIE WITH ME!"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The end of Hopper's gun finds its first target, but before he can pull the trigger he sees them writhe and hiss. Their slender bodies begin to shake violently in pain and for a moment he hopes...

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Go, go, go!"

The party does not hesitate, they are already on their feet and begin their sprint for the exit.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The bed begins to shake with him, every muscle in his body tensed with his fists clenched at his sides and shaking. They all watch in horror, his deep screams turn to grunts, not realizing what he is truly doing until it is too late. His left leg bursts free, the rope still dangling around his bleeding ankle and the others scramble to restrain him. His leg reels back before barreling into his mother's ribcage.

With his unnaturally given strength, she is sent flying a couple of feet, landing just in front of the bookshelf. His rage burns as hot as the fire that fuels it.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The fire in the hub spreads, already flames rain down from the ceiling as every inch is consumed.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The Demodogs shrill howls climb even higher, as they twitch. But their attention never leaves Hopper. They crawl and stalk towards him, heads bowed and hissing. They weren't weakened.

They were pissed.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Jonathan rushes to his brother, pinning his one free arm back down.

"You're... gonna lose... him!" The words are spit from Will's mouth, a struggle through the growing pain.

Just as the monster had hoped, Jonathan hesitates, his tearful eyes widening and his whole jaw quivers fighting back a sob. Will's fist breaks loose from his grip and before Jonathan can catch it, it meets his nose sending the older boy flying back into the couch, knocking his breath loose.

Another painful scream erupted as the fire beneath Hawkins spread, but he fights it as much as he can. He was almost free. But most importantly, he couldn't let them win. Not with her on their side.

His black eyes meet with the one they called Nancy, who had been kneeling over Joyce on the floor. Her wide eyes locked onto Will's, and she froze. Her eyes darted to the spike she had left near the pit and she made a run for it.

But he was too quick and had been expecting it. Just as he had with the mother, his heel collided with her jaw and sent her to the floor as he let out a painful scream. Every movement was pure agony, but he knew he could take them now.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Hopper's bullets are sent into several Demodogs, but he only manages to bring down two. The swarm was advancing on him, they had nearly crossed the glass when suddenly they stopped altogether.

In a matter of seconds, each of their screams blended into one and they began to writhe and shake, one of them even collapsed. Its body was still crying out in pain, but it was as if it could hold it's self no longer. One by one they began to mimic their sibling, their twitching growing ever violent. They were rooted in place, they couldn't walk.

That's when Hopper felt it. The ground beneath his feet had begun to rumble, the steady stream of cold air that had drifted in from the gate began to dwindle. He lowered his gun, his attention pulling him all around the room as it began to shake.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Let's go, let's go!"

Steve calls back to the group of kids, unable to run without checking behind him every few moments assuring everyone was with him.

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god," Dustin pants as he runs.

A screech leaves his throat as he finds himself on the ground once more, but it was no vine or root that tripped him. Everyone felt it, a great rumble that shook their very bones. They all stop and Max helps Dustin up to his feet.

"What is that?" Lucas calls over the booming rumbles.

By now, the vibrations were so intense, the dirt was being shaken loose from the vines and rained down from above.

"I think it's an earthquake!" Mike cries.

A light breeze picks up in the tunnel from where they're headed, carrying with it a warm toasty wave of heat that answered their question.

"No, not an earthquake!" Dustin's eyes went wide from behind his goggles as he looked to others excitedly. "It's Y/n!"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The Henderson child had managed to pull herself from unconsciousness, and she now stood across the bed. Her arms were stretched out before her and a blazing fire resided in her eyes, a grunt pulled from deep within her throat. Three bloody lines where his nails had caught her ran diagonally down her vein covered face. Each vein protruded from her skin as blood poured from her nose and ears.

Like a broken dam, all that raw power trapped inside her burst free. Y/n was a supernova, a sight to behold as everything inside her exploded all around her. She allowed the weight of all that she had endured to shoot to the surface and engulf her completely. It awakened every cell in her body and touched every nerve in her system.

She didn't have to close her eyes to relive the painful memories as she did on the side of the road. The vast and seemingly neverending pool of dark thoughts and feelings swallows her whole and it all washes over her in angry red flashes.

《•••》

Like her friends, she had mounted her bike ready to flee the Wheeler house and away from the bad men who had found them. She paused in fear, looking over her shoulder at the man who stood before his fleet of vans.

He had stark white hair and his slightly wrinkled face and surrounding him was an aura of menace.

It was him. Martin Brenner, the power-hungry man responsible for the threat that had reached Hawkins. And the man obsessed with Eleven. And herself as she would soon discover.

It was the same man who struck fear into her very soul only minutes ago through the window.

His cold eyes bore into El, but then he turned his attention to her. Something about him and the way his eyes were fixed on herself... it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Her blood ran cold.

It was the day he had caught her scent.

•••

"Dustin? Dustin!" She shrieks.

Her brother's desperate calls for her break her heart, but it turns to fire when she hears the man's voice.

"Y/n, don't fight it. You belong with us. We are your true home. Come home to us, Nine"

•••

The intense and raw ache of her heart as she choked on every moment of silence El was in the bath. Everyone surrounds her as she floats silently amongst the saltwater, everyone including Y/n watching with bated breath. When her voice breaks the silence it is a soft whimper, a plea for life as she says the boy's name.

"Will?"

Y/n's hands grip the edge of the pool so tight she fears the skin of her knuckles will tear. Every moment of silence is devastating but the small snivel of Will over the walkie and what he says, deliver the final dagger to her heart.

"Y/n?"

《•••》

Y/n can feel the dagger even now, the devastating weight of all the strain and heartbreak flooding her lungs and escaping in an ear-piercing scream that moved the earth.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

El joined Hopper's side in cautious steps as she traveled through the tremors, her hand coming to wrap around his elbow to steady herself. Her widened brown eyes were surveying the shaking world around them, and she could see rubble breaking loose and raining down from the ceilings around them. The warm burst of heat hit her face and neck, and that is when her eyes meet with Hopper when it finally clicked.

Simultaneously their attention is pulled to the gate where the entire army of Demodogs begins collapsing into the dark abyss one by one. The darkness swallows their bodies and their many lingering wails of agony as they fall.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The underground team looked at one another in astonishment as the reality settled in, their hands still clinging to the grimy walls around them for balance. Steve broke from his temporary stupor and began waving the kids out.

"Come on, team, keep it moving! Keep it movin'!"

They fell into action, clambering back into line as they tried to make a break for the exit. They were close, but still had several turns to make. Steve helped the children through, catching them as they fell and sending them on their way with his eyes above their heads watching carefully. All the while in his sprint, Dustin cries out proudly into the air, a beaming smile hidden behind his bandana.

"Yeah, that's my fucking sister!"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The world bent at Y/n's will, everything not screwed to the walls or floors broke loose as the cabin moved around all inside it. It was a movement so forceful and demanding, it moved all of Hawkins. A guttural battle cry pierced the air as her powers exploded into an unstoppable force that had awakened her full potential.

《•••》

"She disappeared... Bang," El said slowly, a saddened frown forming on her face. "Gone."

"So, my mom? She's...?" Y/n took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in her throat and El nodded.

•••

"Jane, let me put it this way. Does it not bother you that not only did your friend get a better life than us, but our lives were made worse because of it?"

•••

"This could be your home, you said it yourself, we're sisters[...] We'll look after each other. We understand each other. Y/n will never understand you. But I do. Would you like that, Jane?"

•••

"That pesky tag-along friend of hers, what about her?"

"I have no use for her. She's not to be trusted, I want her gone by morning."

《•••》

The heartbreak that fills her up inside no longer slows her down but instead fuels the fire in her chest. Not the Mind Flayer's hatred for her, but the fact it was using her best friend as a puppet. The awful things he was doing to Will, not only to hurt him but the ones he cared about.

《•••》

"Get out!" She winces, but this time she doesn't listen to him. "GO AWAY!"

"No. Not until I talk to Will."

"GO AWAY! GO AWAY! GO AWAY!"

"-Will," Joyce tries.

Will's small frame starts to move again, fighting as hard as he can against the restraints under the harsh light in the shed. His teeth are bared and his usual warm and kind eyes are dark and cold as they burn holes into her skull. Hopper has to pin him back again, but the hatred bottled up inside him for her is undeniable.

•••

"NO! NO! GO AWAY! NO! GET THE HELL OUT!" He screams. "GET OUT! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY!"

•••

Y/n watched tearfully as Joyce began to choke on her words at the pride of her son as she listened intently from the corner with a simultaneous swelling, and breaking of her heart. "You said she should have it because she was sad. She's sad, Mom, and I want to make that go away."

"I love you so much," Joyce tearfully coos. "So, so much."

The heartbreak evident in Joyce's voice brings a whole new level of pain to her heart, unable to imagine the position Joyce was in as his mother. The thought of watching your son endure such a horrific thing, not knowing if he'll even survive. It pissed her off even more.

•••

"...I asked you why you were being so nice to me, why you wanted me to be apart of your group,"

A small sob came out in the form of a chuckle, and she wiped a tear off her cheek.

"And you told me it was because..." her lip quivers as the words tumble out. "because that was your birthday wish."

A tear slips down Will's cheek, but his expression remains as still as stone. She can practically hear the breaking of her heart as she sees Will losing his battle before her very eyes. His body shakes violently in an attempt to regain control but the Mind Flayer quickly pulls him back down, swallowing him in darkness as he tries to silence him.

《•••》

Each of these moments are enough to send her over the edge, but the words she had yet to shake from her mind were the ones to do the trick. The words still bouncing violently around her skull, taunting her and reminding her that they were all moments away from losing Will forever.

As the storm inside her reaches its peak, swirling around her head and heart in a violent mass closing in on her, all she can hear are the last words she had heard from her best friend before he had attacked her.

"KILL HER, DAMMIT! KILL HER! KILL HER!"

The room grew from dim to blinding in a matter of astonish-filled moments.

Her s/c skin began to glow like a star, the cosmic force at work pumping hard through her veins. Nancy, Jonathan, and Joyce watched in awe as she comes alive, all the while Will's small and trembling frame twisting and kicking as he is engulfed in searing pain.

His screams vibrate with his body before his small frame shrinks in on itself like a dead spider. He straightens in seconds, his head, hands, and feet now glued to the bed as he bends in one final arc, his chest rising to the heavens. Will's mouth opens in another scream and a billowing cloud of inky black smoke escapes. It twists and unravels out from between his lips like a pitch-black tornado.

It grows larger and larger, circling over the boy and looms over the entire room as it had the last few days. Will's body goes limp, falling back onto the mattress as the dark mass zips across the room and through the front door breaking it open.

Nancy quickly recovers her footing and chases it out of the door to assure it's leaving for good. Sure enough, when she reaches the porch she spots the black dust circle the trees before disappearing into the sky.

The first thing that stops is the light, all that illuminates the room now is the dim lamps they had flipped on and light of the flames. Everything in the room begins to settle, the rattling of dishes and furniture, and dust rained down from the ceiling from where it had broken loose.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

By now, their trek back to the exit is halfway through, their gloves now completely damp from grasping the walls as they navigate through the tremors. But they find themselves slowing, meeting each other's eye excitedly when the earth gradually steadies again.

They picked up speed immediately, eager not only to escape the tunnels but to see their friend - and sister - again.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

A thud breaks the shocked silence as Y/n collapses to her hands and knees, coughing and panting for breath. The room is blurry and she only catches every other word. Her arms feel just as weak and strained and she allows herself to collapse against the wall nearby.

The scuffling of shoes enters her subconscious as she fights to understand what's going on. Y/n can barely register what is happening when she feels a hand lightly touch her shoulder. She nods either way and the figure scurries away.

It had been Joyce, who had pulled herself up from the ground and came to check on Y/n when she gave the all-clear. Her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds and she could feel herself falling asleep against the wall. She tried to stay awake, to know if Will was okay but again she found herself catching every few moments.

All heaters now unplugged, the door left open to let in the cold autumn air.

Jonathan had helped untie the rest of his restraints, and Joyce now sat at his bedside as he lay unconscious. His eyes were sunken, his eyelids dark. He was still awfully pale but already he looked more himself. Will's limp body shifts around as his mother lightly tries to shake him awake, her chest sore and her throat strained but she doesn't care. She just wants her baby.

"Will," she sobs. "Will. Please, Will. Will."

Through sobs of his own, Jonathan places one trembling hand onto his brother's head, brushing away the stray hairs as pleas leave his lips. "Come on, buddy. Come on."

"Please," Joyce wails. "Can you hear me?"

"Come on,"

"Will?"

With great struggle, his eyelids finally flutter open. When Will sees who is in front of him, he feels relief overwhelm him. His lips tug into a weak smile, eliciting an excited gasp from his mother.

"Mom?"

Will feels his limp and drained body being pulled into his mother's embrace, he happily welcomes it. His sobs of relief are buried in her hair and he can feel his shoulder dampening further with her own tears. His eyes are squeezed shut, and despite his lack of strength, he squeezes with all his might, never wanting to let go. He was all too afraid none of it was real, and he doesn't realize it to be possible but his happiness grows when he feels his brother join the hug. Jonathan locks his long arms around his family, like them, not ever wanting to let go.

Nancy has already returned, and when she found the Byers in a tearful embrace, she was happy to know the youngest was now okay. But worry remained and quickly she maneuvered through the now cluttered cabin floor to Y/n's side and knelt to her knees to check on the poor girl.

Y/n's head was propped up against the wall, her chest moved up and down in shallow breaths but the blood seemed to have stopped flowing. Nancy lays a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder, pulling her from sleep. Y/n looks up around the room, trying to see through her foggy vision who was with her now.

Nancy whispered to her softly, her thumb subconsciously running soothing circles into her shoulder as her mother always did for her when she was unwell. "Y/n, are you okay?"

"I..."

She tries to speak, but her mouth is too dry. Her dry tongue meets her dried and cracked lips as she tries to find her voice and that is when she notes the taste of salty copper on her tongue. Her blood had mixed with tears, she hadn't even realized she had been crying. When her vision clears, it lands on Will's trembling form as he clings to his mother and brother in relief.

Her eyes begin to sting, and she looks at Nancy, trying to form words but none seem to come. It feels as if a rock sits in her throat, and she can feel more tears streak down her cheeks stinging the scratches on her face. She should be happy that Will was alright! She was, but what she had just done...

It was all too much for her at that moment, and sobs choked her airways. Y/n's limbs were growing heavier by the second and she felt herself collapse into Nancy's shoulder. Nancy pulled Y/n in, her eyebrows knitting together in a sorrowful frown. Y/n's tears and blood soaked her neck and shirt further, and like Joyce, she couldn't care less. Her arms wrapped around the girl's shaking form and began rubbing her back soothingly.

"You did it, Y/n," she whispers, eyes closed, holding back tears of her own. "You were so great..."

The words coax another sob out of the Henderson girl as all her emotions come flooding out, no longer held back. The words Nancy speaks to her are the words she hadn't known she had needed to hear.

"It's okay," she mutters. "It's over, now. You can rest."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The rest of the pack had disappeared down into the abyss, Hopper's right arm still secured tightly around El's shoulders in a protective manner. The warm wind gusting through the broken glass separating them from the abyss gingerly fades away, allowing the cold atmosphere leaking in from the gate to return.

The earth had stilled completely, leaving behind an eery silence that rose the hair on the back of their necks. They didn't have to say anything, but when their eyes met, they knew then and there that Will was safe.

Y/n had done it.

As if reading their thoughts, the walkie Hopper holsters crackle loudly disrupting the deafening silence, and Jonathan's voice booms over the other side.

"Chief, are you there? Chief, do you copy?"

Hopper hastily draws the walkie from his pocket and up to his lips, his breath shaky. "Yeah, I copy."

"..."

Both pairs of eyes land on the gate before them as Jonathan speaks, dread soaks them to the very bone and the icy chill returns to the stale air.

"Close it."

||Reader's POV||

"Close it,"

It takes about all the energy I have but I manage to peel my eyes open at the sound of Jonathan's voice. He's speaking into a ham radio attached to the wall, and his face is hardened in a frown.

The room shakes once very suddenly, or at least it feels like it does as my head throbs. I groan, my eyes screwing shut. I hear more footsteps, and the low steady creak of the bedsprings dipping as Jonathan takes a seat next to his brother.

It all washes over me again, the intensity of it all. My chest tightens and I feel more tears brimming. It hurts to breathe, to move my chest since my entire body is aching, every muscle.

But I also feel... Really good. Finally confronting all of my pain, and letting it all out... In a way, it felt like fresh air and natural light streaming in after years of living in a dark and stale room. The change felt good.

It's an intense and bizarre cocktail of emotions that barred my thinking and made it hard to function. But over it all, I know one thing for sure. I need to rest.

I'm not sure I could do anything else if I tried, but I'm just thankful it's over. And above all, that Will is safe. Still, I can't quite wrap my head around what I had just accomplished, everything that still sits on the surface.

I feel more tears squeeze past my eyelids as the grief washes over me in its usual steady waves. They streak down the sides of my face and disappear through my scalp, tickling my cheeks as they glide across my skin. It finally clicks that I'm no longer on the floor, but the others must have moved me to the couch where I now lay on my back, head propped against a woolen pillow. The searing hot tears diverge in many paths in a new batch and now soak into the creases of my ears.

My joints scream at me in protest as I reach limply to swipe away as many tears as I can, my eyes still closed and my lip screwed in a quiver. On instinct, my palms travel across my face as I try to rub away the tears, and the blood from my nose and ears but I surprise myself with a whimper.

I barely register a small and gentle gasp and the scuffle of footsteps heading towards me as I try to understand why my face is stinging. I feel the couch dip slightly, and a pair of soft hands touch my wrists urging me to pull away. Soft shushing captures my attention and I recognize it to be Joyce. I fight against the pain of the soft light illuminating the cabin that sears my throbbing head to look at her, and it takes a moment to adjust but for the first time since I opened my eyes I can see clearly now.

Joyce sits next to me, her eyes are swimming in tears as looks at me and her lips are stretched across her face in a beaming smile, though her bottom lip still quivers. I feel more tears escape as I try to find words, but none come and that seems to break her more.

She shakes her head with the same expression still fixed on her face and sniffles. When she speaks her voice is still hoarse and raspy but I can still make out the pride in it.

"I know, honey. I'm so, so sorry." I feel her hand intertwine with mine and give it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm so sorry,"

Through my blurry vision I make out Nancy's figure approach us from behind me, and she hands something to Joyce who mutters a thank you. Her hand releases mine as she unfolds what Nancy had brought her, and I realize now that it's a wet cloth. She bunches it up and meets my eyes with a soft motherly gaze.

"This might sting a little, but it'll help, okay?"

I nod, my eyes fluttering closed again as a shakey sigh escapes. I feel the cool cloth meet my skin, stinging the three prominent streaks across my face. I bite back a hiss, feeling soothed just ever so as I hear her muttering softly to me.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Almost done,"

The worst of the pain begins to fade and my eyes flutter back open. She pulls the cloth away to turn it over, and I spot the dark smears of blood already soaked inside. She brings it back to my face, dabbing away the dried up streaks that had tightened my skin under my nose and the streaks under my ears.

Joyce pulls away, bunching up the cloth dropping it in her lap forgotten, her eyes back on me. It hurts to swallow, so I can feel the uncomfortable build up in my mouth as more tears seem to brim. I catch Joyce's hands gently reaching for mine and I let her take it, both her calloused but soft hands sandwich my own and it forces me to meet her eyes.

"You are so, so brave," she chokes, tears spilling from her eyes. "and so strong..."

Her head shakes back and forth slightly as if trying to will the tears away but she can't. She can only try to compose herself long enough to get the words out. Her right-hand breaks free and her thumb gently wipes away one of many stray tears on my cheek and comes to stroke my chin in one gentle swipe.

"I'll never be able to thank you properly for what you just did..." her lip quivers violently now, but the large smile returns, breaking out on her face as she speaks with absolute certainty. "I am so proud of you,"

An audible sob shakes my body, and with some struggle - and help from her - I pull myself up and into Joyce's arms. She gladly pulls me in, sobs leaving her lips as well and I feel a different kind of warmth spread through my chest, all the way to my fingertips and toes. It wasn't a hostile warmth, but a comforting one, and I realize for the first time why both her and Nancy's embrace and words meant so much to me.

It was the warm motherly reassurance I hadn't realized I'd been missing. My own mother had no knowledge of my powers, my past, anything that had truly happened in the past year. And therefore knew nothing of the enormous weight the Upside Down, my powers, Will, all of it, had on me. And to have the acceptance and reassurance of Joyce - even Nancy - after going so long without it, felt almost intoxicating in the moment.

I burrowed my head in the crook of her shoulder, and as Nancy did, her palms rubbed soothing circles into my back as she let me cry into her hair. I kept hearing her mutter the words softly in my ears, assuring the words stuck inside my brain so I wouldn't ever forget it.

"I'm so proud, baby, so proud," her voice was low and soothing and she cradled me. "You did so good."

My heartbeat had already slowed significantly in her embrace, and it felt as if I had melted into her shoulder. She never broke the hug, showing me she was here for me as long as I needed her which I greatly appreciated. Finally, my eyes fluttered open and I slowly pull away.

For the first time since waking, I am getting a good look around the cabin, and my mouth parts slightly in shock. It looked as if it had been ransacked, so many things had fallen to the floor and I looked at her worriedly. She smiled, shaking her head.

"It's okay hon, it's fixable," she assured, she then picks up the bloodied cloth from her lap and sends me a reassuring smile. "I'll be right back,"

I nod silently, still fighting back a wince as I look behind me at the fallen stools at the breakfast bar and the many things littering the floor that had once been on shelves. The lamp on the table had fallen over and several shards of glass from the bulb were sprinkled across the table and floor.

My eyes wander back to the living room and my breath catches in my throat when I see Will. Jonathan and Nancy sat on either side of him talking to one another as well as him. But he was looking at me, and I felt my heartbeat spike significantly. His face was full of guilt as he had been examining my face, most likely where he must have scratched me. He didn't break away when I met his gaze, and for a moment we shared silent apologies.

I offered him a weak smile, telling him it was okay and he seemed to melt. And yet, the sight was enough to make my insides melt as well. It was such a wonderful sight to see after the past few days, knowing and seeing him okay. My stomach begins to flutter when I see a blush creep up on his cheeks. It wasn't hard to spot given his still paled skin, but I felt the heat rising in my cheeks as well.

But just as soon our attention was pulled to the lights around the cabin. It drew everyone's attention, including Joyce who paused at the kitchen sink as the lights grew brighter and brighter. The cabin grew blindingly bright for the second time that night, and halfheartedly my palms raised off my lap to silently say 'it isn't me this time.'

My brain races to connect the dots as my eyes squint through the blinding light of the bulbs when it finally clicks. Jonathan and Nancy seem to have made the same connection when I meet their wide-eyed stare, the word tumbling out of my mouth in a whisper.

"Eleven."

||3rd Person POV||

༄ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ༄

The final lock is secured with a defined click, signifying the end of Hawkins Laboratory. One of the final many guards to lock up steps away from one of many chained up entrances revealing the large signs plastered over the wall behind him.

WARNING RESTRICTED AREA

The man climbs aboard the jeep and no sooner does it take off down the main exit of the now-abandoned lot, bleeding into line with the rest of the troops.

Thanks to Nancy and Jonathan and the help of an eccentric conspiracist, Murray Bauman during the unfolding events of the prior month, the three had concocted a plan to take down Hawkins Lab. With enough proof - a secret audio tape of Sam Owens discussing the cover-up of Barb's death - were able to fabricate a smaller conspiracy big enough to take down the lab.

A conspiracy that was now being broadcasted nationwide.

"Since the release of the incendiary tape, the once quiet town of Hawkins, Indiana, has spent time in a place it never expected."

One by one the line of military troops file out of the main entrance to the lab for good. Sat comfortably in a lawn chair outside his parked van was none other than Murray Bauman, who watched the parade of troops merrily with a smug grin on his bespeckled face.

"The national spotlight."

The man giggled happily, one hand leaving his pocket and waving an exaggerated salute at the man in the jeep. Glaring as the car carried him by, he sent the smug man the finger without breaking contact from the road. Murray's giggles only grow more mischievous, and he sends a very kiddish wave to the rest, his cheeks sore from smiling.

"Under mounting pressure, several high-ranking members from the U.S Department of Energy have admitted involvement in the death and cover-up,"

Several sullen figures dressed all in black surround the polished coffin being lowered into the ground. Three of these figures, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, and Steve Harrington.

"of Hawkins resident Barbara Holland who died due to exposure to an experimental chemical asphyxiant, which had leaked from the grounds of the lab."

Mr. And Mrs. Holland stand in each other's embrace at their daughters grave in tears, grasping tightly to one another. The long search for their daughter over in the most devastating conclusion.

"We send our own April Kline to Hawkins to speak to residents,"

The news anchor's voice echoes throughout the Hideaway bar from the small television set sat high on the shelf. The walls and shelves are decorated with many chunky Christmas lights for the upcoming holiday. The bar is filled with small chatter that fades out over the TV and the occasional clinking of glasses.

"residents who told us they thought they lived in a safe town. A kind of town where, they say, nothing ever happens."

The entrance to the Hideaway is pulled open with little strain, the warm air trapped inside is swept out with the demanding winter breeze that quickly takes its place. Wrapped up in a thick winter coat, Hopper steps inside and takes a quick look around. It hadn't changed much since his last visit over a year ago during his investigation of the lab and Will's "death". Funny enough, he used to frequent the place often, but since El had entered his life, he had quickly lost interest.

His eyes find the man he had come here to meet across the bar, sat at one of several booths enjoying a ham and turkey sandwich. Making his way across the bar, Hopper discards his heavy jacket, folding it up against his chest and tossing it in the corner of the booth before taking a seat across from Dr. Sam Owens.

"Cheif-o," the man pipes with a smile.

"How's the leg?" Hopper questions with a small smile.

Owens nods, swallowing the last of his bite and gestures to his right leg.

"Better," he chips. "Pretty sure my football career is over."

The two men share a small chuckle. Owens picks up the half of his sandwich he had touched and pushed the plate full of chips and the rest of the sandwich across the table in offering.

"Want some of this? No way I'm gonna finish it."

A tight, polite smile plasters over Hopper's face as he waves it off and gives him a shake of the head.

"No. I'm, uh... on a diet." He admits, thinking of El.

He had done a lot of thinking, and he knew now that he wanted this kid in his life for good. And that meant taking good care of himself so she had someone looking out for her.

It was also the very reason for this visit, and why he had been so anxious to talk to Owens. He stared at the man across from him as he spoke. Not bothered to try and hide the intimidation in his eyes as he prepared to reap the threat that was sown back in Hawkins Lab all those nights ago.

"Well, you're a better man than me," Owens says, immediately perking as he turns to his discarded jacket pocket. "Hey, got a little something for you."

Hopper sighs, leaning further back in his seat a bit taken aback. He watches curiously as Owens pulls a sealed white envelope out, places it on the table, and slides it across into his hand.

With a furrowed brow, Hopper picks it up and the envelope opens with a small crinkle. A somewhat thick piece of parchment lays inside that makes his heart skip a beat, all previous intimidations he was prepared to throw at the doctor vanish completely. He tucks the ends out of the envelope to get a better look, also being cautious of any possible prying eyes but no matter how many times he reads the words it doesn't seem real.

STATE OF INDIANA Certificate of Birth

This Certifies that according to records if the State of Indiana

Name 𝙹𝙰𝙽𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚁​​​​​​ Was born in 𝙷𝙰𝚆𝙺𝙸𝙽𝚂 Child of 𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙰 𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂

"Congratulations, Pops," Owens smirks.

Hopper's wide eyes dart to across the table to the man watching his reaction. "I thought--"

Owens shrugged. "Sometimes I impress even myself."

Hopper slips the parchment back into the sleeve, and folds up the envelope before slipping it into his jacket pocket where he wouldn't lose it. His defenses creep back up at what the man says next, though not as bad given the progress.

"Still, I'd let things cool off for a while, if I were you."

Hopper subconsciously squares his shoulders, his long and bulky arms coming to stretch across the table in an intimidating manner. His brows bunch together in a creased frown, tilting his head.

"How long is a while?"

He tries to remain patient with the man, but it proves more difficult than anticipated considering the heavy weight of his guilt. Hopper couldn't deny he played just a big of a part in El's captivity in the cabin, even if it was out of good intentions. All the more reason he was now determined to make it right.

"Want to be safe? Give it a year," Owens answers.

Hopper's brows shoot up. "A year?"

Shit.

His chest deflates in a sigh and snatches the untouched sandwich off the plate, taking a rather large bite out of the side. He thinks for a moment, an idea forming in his head.

"What about one night out?"

"One night?"

"Yeah," he hardens, quickly attaching himself to the idea, knowing how important it was to El. "How risky would that be?"

"What's so important about one night?"

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Hello I am here to be nosy and ask writerly questions once more! 3, 6, and 19 please!

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Okay, are you guys ready for this? (Several people requested #3 so I’m going to go all out. Give u the goods. Leave u as aggrieved that this isn’t a real pre-written fic as I am). 

Zainab you are fortuitously the best person to ask me this because I actually think I once plot-pointed out the whole thing in your inbox and then promptly LAMENTED this exact grievance but. In my heart of hearts I continue to dream of a scene in which Constance and Aramis are camped out in a room at an inn that they are sharing, pretending (badly) to be husband and wife, in the middle of an ongoing sibling-eqsue bickery argument after having spirited The Baby away from the palace upon Anne’s clandestine request because Rochefort sprung his trap much sooner. Actually there are multiple snapshot scenes within this concept that I have, half-formed, in my subconscious at all times: 

Constance and Aramis walking down the street in ridiculous disguises, The Baby hidden under Constance’s cloak (she refuses to let Aramis hold him lest he get too attached, because Constance is a good friend like that)

Constance and Aramis panicking because they don’t actually have anything to feed The Baby with

Constance and Aramis having a chaotic argument about fatherhood and erstwhile illegal activity in the middle of their inn-bedroom hiding spot being besieged by red guards down in the street (Aramis has a whole sniper set up going at their window complete with upturned bookcase and carefully arrayed bullets) and eventually The Baby is so inconsolable that they switch spots and Constance mans the guns whilst Aramis holds his baby (Constance is Aggrieved)

Constance and Aramis having a very late night heart to heart in the vein of “do pigeons have feelings?” only it’s about Love

Back at the palace, the gang plus Lo*is are being held hostage in a room,  and are playing 17th century I-spy whilst the bad guys try to figure out where the Dauphin is; that Baby is their biggest leverage point for coup purposes, obviously. Except they can’t find that Baby and the Queen is for some reason very infuriatingly smug about the whole thing. Then d’Artagnan says “hang on, where are Constance and Aramis” in a well-meaning tone & there’s like a clown vuvuzela horn noise sound effect as the camera zooms in on Athos’s face, slowly aging ten years. 

Anne remains infuriatingly, infuriatingly smug.

In conclusion this would all be great if it didn’t require so much plot set up to execute and resolve as like, an actual story. I still dream of it sometimes though

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

I was going to say I have no idea but then I think I’ve always had the most fun writing child characters (plural -- can’t decide on one lol). Some of my favourite fics to write -- in terms of the overall pleasure of the writing process -- have been kid POVs. “better tell ‘em while they’re here” remains a fic that I had an enormous amount of fun writing, alongside a scene in “hark the bluebells”, “you and me and this joy of ours”, and most recently “then she’ll be a true love of mine”. Regardless of any retrospective issues I have with prose and grammar and style, the experience of writing the POV itself was just. So joyful? That’s the only way I can describe it. 

I think the constant variable here is that I really love babies, to be honest. Little kids’ thinking and points of view are so utterly charming and silly but still like, straightforward in a way where you can do so much with them as your POV character in exposing other characters’ behaviours and emotions with tenderness and subtlety. Also kids are just. Hilarious. Like the kinds of stuff they get up to? Iconic all around.

I’ve already answered 19 as u know! But as always Zainab ur a legend and I thank u for constantly being nosy about my writerly process <3

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Hey there! :) This is for the OC Ask Game, for Harrison: could you answer questions 1-6, 14 &15? Hope you're doing well!

Oh let’s just expose Harrison *cracks knuckles*

1: List five basic facts about your OC.

He’s turning 22 (just shy of his birthday in Moth Work)

He’s gay as fuuuuuh

He’s from Brooklyn, NY

He’s an only child

If you come for his jacket, he’ll come for your life (a very basic fact)

2: Post a line of dialogue from your OC.

This is dialogue from book 3 that I still can’t get over (for context, Reeve is criticizing Harrison’s choice of Walmart as a gourmet pie shop back when Walmart used to be a big thing in my books lmaooo):

Reeve: “So your gourmet pie shop is Walmart?”

Harrison: “Why yes, actually… Do you have a problem with saving money and living better?” 

lmfaoooo

Also an iconic interaction from Moth Work:

Lonan: “You’re patronizing me.”

Harrison: “You’re patronizing yourself.” 

3: Post a snippet from your writing that describes your OC.

So this is the first ever description of Harrison from book 1 (I had just turned thirteen when I wrote this):

There’s a faint click somewhere to my right and a soft glow soon illuminatesthe room, shattering the darkness into pieces. I shake off the fact that Ican’t see where the light is coming from, instead pointing the still loaded gunat the first thing I see, a boy who looks a bit older than me with what I makeout to be honey blond hair and the most pissed off expression on his face. 

(fun fact I really wrestled with describing the colour of Harrison’s hair at the time and probably changed “honey blonde” from “honey brown” like 5000 times, 13-year-old me had BEEF with his hair colour)

4: Post a snippet from your writing in which another OC describes your OC.

This is a very old description I scavenged to find from book 6 where Reeve vaguely describes Harrison in the first paragraph which is one way to go about it:

Beside me is wood smoke and copper, leather and strong coffee, all strung around human flesh. He moves with precision, like a player focused on a riveting chess match…

And here’s the most recent paragraph (and the last paragraph in Lonan’s POV) of Lonan describing Harrison when they meet up for the first time after brief hiatus (I haven’t shared this yet, so for context, Suzanna is Harrison’s mother):

In the kitchen, Suzanna laughs at Eliza’s joke, something vaguely about Geminis, or maybe she says alibis. He doesn’t quite hear it. He doesn’t mean to drop the rose, but it falls with a muffled thump between them, a floral border. Lonan blinks many times. He breathes many times. He counts many times. But after all the tests—the blinking, the breathing, the counting, the person at the door doesn’t change. Sunshine hair. Concerned mouth. Semi-crooked nose. Butterfly lashes. Eyes the colour of a kingfisher.

5: Describe your OC’s physical appearance.

Harrison’s the cutest guy in town, so cute he managed to convince @sarahkelsiwrites to get me to write book one! Without Harrison’s cuteness, this 8 book series/monstrosity would not exist! As I’ve said, Harrison’s a cutie and should definitely be treated as such (the downfall of Moth Work loool). He’s shorter than Lonan by just a bit tho I really can’t think of how tall my characters are because I am apparently short and can’t imagine anyone a foot taller than me, so all you need to know is he’s tall but still shorter than Lonan lol. He looks a lot like his Portuguese mother and takes on both her “semi-crooked nose, the same mouth, straight and concerned, the same markabove the eyebrow he always thought came from some sort of accident. Eventhough her eyes are brown and his are clearish and teal, it’s like he has hereyes too—soft and rimmed with lashes like butterfly wings” according to Lonan lool. He wears Lonan’s fake mom’s earring which is a pretty dangly blue gem. Though Harrison could look like anything and all he’d need to be Harrison is his leather jacket. In the book cover I designed, Lonan’s wearing it (ROOD) as he unknowingly takes it in chapter 6, but besides that one time, his jacket never comes off! He also wears his mother’s guardian angel necklace which is a newer edition, though a well-liked one as I always pictured him wearing a chain of some sorts! It’s important to note that when I was thirteen, the only way I’d describe Harrison’s eyes were as “burning turquoise” loool.

Here’s how I drew him for the book cover (though I couldn’t really get his eyes right are they burning turquoise-y enough??):

6: Describe your OC’s love life.

Messy! Harrison’s gone through a lot as a hopeless romantic, and has been lead to much heartbreak because of it. If he loves someone, he really loves someone, and this is very much seen in his feelings toward Lonan. Since we’re spilling the tea on Harrison, here’s his relationship with Lonan throughout the books + as Nothing But Thieves songs (because we’re going THERE):

Book 2

When the boys actually meet! Lonan didn’t exist in book 1 and I think Harrison’s sanity benefitted from this but anyway

They’re coworkers (back when this book was a dystopia lmao, Harrison took an open job as a tech analyst in Lonan’s government squad which was his pride and joy and I have since of course axed it)

They don’t like each other but can’t get enough of being enemies if u know what I mean

NBT song: Last Orders 

Book 3

This “love being your enemy” thing continues even when Lonan makes his redemption arc and he’s no longer an enemy lmaoo

We get to see their actual friendship develop toward the ¾ mark of the book

“Clearly these people care about each other” kind of vibe!

NBT song: Wake Up Call

Book 4

We see a new level of closeness develop between the boys, and though we’re in Reeve’s head, she def senses some tension mwahaha

NBT song: Afterlife

Book 5

Harrison really steps in as not only a friend for Lonan in this book, but a body of support while his mental health goes through it

NBT song: Reset Me

Book 6

They’re both mad at each other for almost this entire book but this gives us more of that tension we WANT

Reeve really notices this tea develop and she be sippin it the whole book

Toward the midpoint there’s definitely explicit suggestion of their relationship (Reeve can’t fully see this as she’s mostly concerned about herself but there’s definitely an ongoing relationship in this book that’s pretty turbulent):

NBT song: You Know Me Too Well

Moth Work

This relationship sees a lot of bad times

It ain’t a healthy relationship by any means and things start falling apart! Both boys have things they have to work out, that are currently causing lots of conflict!

The TEA I have not shared yet is that I *plan* for them to split up by the end of this book (though they never were really together in this book so it’s not really a breakup lol). Harrison moves to Brooklyn with his mom and Lonan stays in Vegas with Eliza (do with that what you will!!)

NBT song: Hostage (for Harrison) and Take This Lonely Heart (for Lonan)

14: What is one of your OC’s secrets?

That he likes waffles better than he like Lonan? Scandle! Harrison had an affinity for waffles in book one. Here are receipts:

A scene from book 3 (2015) that features a lot of iconic content (Harrison’s waffle kink, Foster being prime-time soft boi, grumpy Lonan, narrated by Reeve who manages to not inject her opinion once, my classic 2015 “witty” YA dialogue):

“Ah, well… your sister [the youngest, not Reeve lol] was talking about people, and how being mean is the only way that they listen… She may or may not have had a run-in with Harrison earlier, which is why the topic was brought up…” From next to him, Ris grunts over his steaming waffles, a full mouth when he turns his face toward Lonan who’s got the same laptop in front of his face, furiously tapping at the keyboard as he concentrates. 

Harrison actually reaches over and slams the lid shut.            

“Hey asshole,” he says around his mouthful of waffle. “Put the fucking technology away, and be a little social.” Lonan’s dead silent on the receiving end, and when I look closer at him, I realize it’s because his fists are tightly clenched and a vein in his forehead’s bulging. 

“That was three full days of work that you might’ve completely ruined!” Lonan hisses, eyes wide and angry as he stares at Harrison who’s scowling around his breakfast. 

“Anyway…” Foster continues awkwardly. “Basically, helping people is sometimes–” He’s cut off as a giant waffle is smothered up to his face, Harrison holding it out tauntingly. “What the hell are you doing?” 

“You know you want the waffle… Waffles…”  

Also to the waitress while he and Reeve bond at a diner:

“Thank you.” Harrison says with a wide smile, staring at the waffles like they’re the love of his life. “Oh my fucking god.” He mumbles, and I assume that I’m not meant to here that. 

15: Your OC is given the chance to go back in time. Where do they go and what do they do?

I think there are a lot of things he’d like to change in his past, namely his relationship with his mother who he’s estranged from until the end of Moth Work. I think he would’ve liked to see her more in his teens (despite being a hard ass when she does show up in Moth Work). He’d go back to Brooklyn and like chill in a pizzeria with his mom lol. On a lighter note, I think he’d also like, join ABBA or something.

Thanks for asking!

[of-witchblades]

most times, i fear writing about the madness that seeps through the trifling pores of my skin. it made my flesh rotten, bones brittle, mind voided, heart (if i had any) jaded. that when my evergreen-but-fiery-red mother and tight-lipped father see me, they don't. rather, they see past this decaying physique and a car burning at the far end of the street fueled by its own gasoline flashes upon their sight (what4goner). maybe that's why they mistook all my other emotions as rage; their scathe may vary in shape, but they all wear the same guise of poisons and flames. but sometimes, i wonder how i looked in a stranger's pov; were my silver hoops and choker necklace enough to fool you, that my bones were not so close to crumbling and my flesh's still intact upon my skin?

it all went crumbling at thirteen. i used to believe i refuse to write about it for i want no written proof of how horrid my shadows and silhouettes were, but i've been long kidding myself with the thought. truth is, i prefer this madness to be in a state of utter distort rather than naming it and having its identity memorized like my lover's last goodbye, because i fear i'd get more lost to it than i already do—more manic than i already am. i fear that i'd see myself in the eyes of them who claimed to have birthed me and cared for me and shattered me. i fear to see myself burning and wouldn't be able to look away (with a half-assed smirk tattooed on my face). yet i'm not even lifting a toe to run past it, to help myself through. that if i try and make some sense out of it, i'd be a willing hostage in this hellhole. that although i picture it as a man in a balaclava, with fingers so close to pulling the trigger of the pistol that roughly kisses my temple, i hardly shudder, for i grew so accustomed and familiar to the thrill and terror and the ruins. because,, srsly, what¿ else¿ would¿ i ever¿ feel¿!

and without this madness, WHO WOULD I EVER BE? after all, like my mother's slur, madness has always been my identity. now, whenever i glance at the mirror to see my half-spoilt body, i don't. rather, i see a car burning, fueled by its own gasoline. and i couldn't manage to look away.

//now i'm afraid if a stranger had read this very letter, my hoops and chokers wouldn't be enough for a fool's play.

//would¿ u¿ still¿ dare¿ to hold¿¿! me¿ thoe? when my bones are so close to crumbling and my skin's slipping outta my flesh and when i'm this mad?

//the tarot cards advised i should conquer my fear, i knew i shouldn't have listened.

[lokidokie16]

The Huntress

Avengers x OC

Warnings: language, kidnaping, hostages?, death, google translate

She was innocent and shy. That’s how most people knew her before, now she’s a cold blooded killer sacrificing anything and everything to get her revenge. No one knew what she wanted revenged for but it was traumatic enough that she leaves a trail of dead bodies in her wake, while trying to serve her revenge to the Avengers.

Huntress POV

I sighed as I wrenched my blade out of a HYDRA agent. My eyes felt heavy and I was tired, considering I just cleared a whole HYDRA base by myself. To be fair it was a small base, not to brag or anything it was quite easy considering most of the pitiful agents cowered on the ground if I so much as raised my voice. I no longer felt pity or sadness when I killed. I’ve become numb, some might say a heartless killing machine. But i know I have a heart. Because I felt it break.

Avengers POV

“Sir i must inform you that the Huntress has made another move” FRIDAY said over that speakers. Tony wordlessly got up from the couch and the avengers followed. Everyone was eerily quiet during the walk down the hallway. The Huntress has been the top priority for the avengers for a few months as she has been going on a killing spree. It was obvious that the avengers were on her hitlist, by the notes she left behind. Her notes usually mock the avengers for example “you know who I am” but recently the avengers and more so Tony are on high alert because of a new note. “How is Peter.P?” That’s what the note said with a little spider drawn next to it, and it scared Tony shitless. Peter is living in the tower temporarily now so everyone can keep an eye on him.

The avengers are now crowded around a screen showing where the Huntress was last reported somewhere in North America. Clint paled as soon as he saw where the little red dot was placed on the screen, and Natasha looked at him worriedly. The avengers were a bit confused until Tony’s eyes went wide and he quietly explained to the rest of the team what was in North America. The Barton Farm.

Huntress POV

I was hiding in the trees, going over my plan in my head for the millionth time. I saw Nick Fury’s car leave a few minutes ago as well as where he activated the alarm. I thought the Barton Farm would have more security not just some petty alarm. I stealthily made my way down to the box and deactivated the alarm. I waited, crouching down because surely there was a catch and agents would come spilling out of the barn, guns at the ready. But no one came.

I knocked politely on the door and waited, hearing faint footsteps coming towards the door. I was suddenly reminded of when I used to take my little sister trick or treating and she always made me knock. I could feel the ghost of her small hand in mine. I clenched my fist and shook my head ridding myself of the memory. The door suddenly opened and a women’s face looked out at me. “Hi how can I-“ she started before I slammed my fist into her face hard enough to knock her out. I opened the door, which was pretty difficult considering the women’s unconscious body was in the way but I eventually got in and locked the door behind me.

The Barton kids were upstairs and I could hear their ruckus they were causing. I placed the woman on the floor leaning up against the kitchen counter, and I went to rummage in the cupboards and settle on a cookie. I sat down and waited silently eating my cookie when I hear the little taps of the children’s feet coming down the stairs. They both round the corner and come to a halt upon seeing me. I notice the older boy, who I know is Cooper, holding a baby who must be little Nathanial. I must admit he is a cute baby but i push that thought out of my mind. “Hey kids, don’t worry about her she’s fine” I say gesturing to their mother. Lila, the young girl lets out a small squeak as I lunge from my chair, and clamp my hand over her mouth before she can scream. “Don’t scream” I warn in a menacing voice.

Avengers POV

The only sounds in the quinjet were the scuffling of shoes and people breathing. Suddenly Tony’s voice rings out, making a few of them jump. “Eta 2min” he says. Clint stands and rechecks his arrows and bow, Natasha loads and cocks her guns, Tony sets the plane on autopilot and gets into the IronMan suit. Everyone one rechecks their gear and waits at the back of the quinjet, for the door to open.

The quinjet lands and the avengers don’t hesitate from jumping out and running straight for the house. Natasha has to grab Clint’s arm and stop him from kicking the door down. She gives him a look and silently picks the lock on the door and swings it open guns at the ready while the avengers are standing behind her defensively. They all walk slowly through the house and arrive in the kitchen/dining room. They don’t notice you until you shift in your place on the kitchen counter swinging your legs like a little kid. They all point their various weapons at you but you don’t even flinch, just smirk evilly.

Huntress POV

“Glad you could join us Clinton” you say with a gesture to his family all tied up and gaged, you notice that the mother, who you’ve found is named Laura, has woken up and her eye is sporting a nice swollen bruise.

Avengers POV

When Clint saw his family tied up his heart nearly stopped and Natasha froze in her tracks. The evil smirk returns to your face at their reactions as you realise that two master assassins were scared of what you could do. The rest of the team where all extremely high strung but they hid it quite well. “Come on, do you really have to tie up the baby?” Tony’s voice comes from his suit. “For all I know it could be a freak like you guys, haven’t you seen ‘The Incredibles’?” You say with an amused tone. Wanda’s eyes glow red and scarlett mist hovers around her hands. “Your more of a freak than any of us” she says, emotion making her accent heavier. You jump down from the table, making the avengers tense up ready for a fight.

Huntress POV

“Oh really!? Well you don’t see any powers coming from me do u? You know if I had any power I would want super speed” I ramble just to annoy and distract them further. “At least I would’ve outran those bullets” I know I am pushing the boundaries mentioning her dead brother, and may possibly get myself killed but i don’t let that spoil my fun.

Steve grasps her wrist before she can strangle me with her powers. She looks absolutely pissed and wrenches her hand out of Steve’s. “Fuck you” she spits venomously. I just laugh it off and smile looking at all of them and wondering what to do next, to be completely honest I hadn’t thought I would get this far. “Just let them go and keep this between us” Bucky finally speaks out. “Ah soldat, how have you been? How’s Becca?” I laugh. I had a obviously done your research and found out about the soldiers sister by chance. He was fuming and his metal arm was whirring loudly.

I was at a stalemate with the avengers. A feat I thought I would never achieve. “Why are you doing this? Did you lose someone?” Steve asks in his ‘Captain’ voice. I give him a glare and don’t answer. Meanwhile in my head, you were drowning in memories of the day you lost everything. Suddenly electricity races through my body, causing my body to go stiff and fall to the ground, Clint walks up to me and replaces the electric arrow with another one, just to make sure I stay down. The pain was indescribable and my sight soon went black.

Avengers POV

Tony carried the Huntresses limp body back to the quinjet. They all voted Tony carry her in case she wakes up and attacks, she wouldn’t be able to hurt him through the suit. Although two tazer arrows should be enough to keep her unconscious, they didn’t want to underestimate her. Tony dumped her carelessly in a seat and strapped her down with various ropes and handcuffed her for good measure. Clint stayed behind to look after his traumatised family, Nat wanted to stay as well but Clint refused and forced her into the jet. The team was greatful she was coming with them because they needed a intimidating interrogator afterall.

Huntress POV

Light flooded my vision and I immediately shut them again to shield my eyes from the bright light. My muscles were sore and i could feel the metal contraptions around my ankles keeping me to the chair and the handcuffs tight on my wrists, bounded to the steel table in front of me. I decided I must have been out for a few hours, long enough for the avengers to bring me to the compound, which is where I guessed we were, and shackle me to the table. I open my eyes a tiny bit and look around. It was four white walls, a heavy looking metal door and a black mirror which is most definitely a one way mirror, and the avengers were on the other side. I hear a creak and my head snaps to the metal door opening, revealing and very intimidating Black Widow. She stalks toward you and sits in the chair opposite me with a stony expression.

“Успокойся, мы будем здесь ненадолго.” (Make yourself comfortable, we’re going to be here awhile) I say cockily. She looks startled but quickly smoothes her features and retorts “почему эта Охотница” (why is that Huntress?).

“Потому что вам придется избивать меня до конца, чтобы получить ответы от меня. Вдова” (Because your going to have to beat me to no end to get answers from me Widow) I reply face unchanged. I know the avengers are probably having a meltdown behind that mirror from not understanding what we’re saying and so does Natasha, and so she switches back to English. “That’s why I’m not going to be the one to get answers form you.” I don’t move a muscle, doesn’t matter if they take turns and try to wear me down I won’t answer to any of them. And then the Witch walks in and switches places with Natasha.

I forgot about her when I said I wouldn’t answer to any of them. She would make me answer to her, and now I’m a tad bit nervous being tied down with no way to protect myself, with the witch I taunted just a few hours ago, making jokes about her dead brother. Now I was definitely nervous but I made sure my face didn’t show it.

She just stared at me, and I felt a presence in my mind and knew she was digging up memories and reading my thoughts. I just hoped she wouldn’t dig deep enough that she found what I’ve hidden for so long, my reason for revenge towards the avengers. Just as I thought she was finished I was winded by her wrenching up the memory I hoped she didn’t find, and now I was reliving it while she was witnessing it for the first time.

I was running, back towards the hotel as fast as my 15year old legs would take me. My family and I were in Sokovia for a holiday and I was going on a simple trip to the grocery store for my mother to pick up some bits and pieces, when the ground shook and everyone started screaming, so I bolted back to the hotel, back to my family. I could see the hotel in the distance when it crumbled and fell to the ground. I could hear the screams that were painfully familiar and I knew just then, that I had lost everything. I sat in front of the building for a long time crying hysterically, no one could move me. Eventually a strong pair of arms wrapped around me and picked me off the dusty ground. I thrashed, screamed and cried but he held on and took me on the carriers full of people and it took me away.

Wanda POV

I felt her pain, her loss and her burning desire for revenge all in that one memory. She was so young and innocent. I want to help her.

Huntress POV

Maximoff has tears in her green eyes when I open mine and lock eyes with her. I could feel hot tears racing down my cheeks but I kept my stone expression. “I’m sorry” she says quietly and gracefully gets up and leaves he room, leaving me with my thoughts and demons.

Time skip

Avengers POV

Morning came and Wanda walked into the interrogation room where she left you yesterday. She was holding a tray of food in one hand while shutting the door securely behind her. A deafening bang echoed through the room when the tray crashed into the floor spilling the contents everywhere. The scene that caused Wanda to drop the tray was horrifyingly plain, exactly the same as it was yesterday. Except the Huntresses body was limp on the chair head lolled to the side, blood slowly seeping from her lips. Wanda cried out and held her fingers on the Huntresses wrist feeling for a pulse. There was nothing and her skin was cold. Vision came in shortly after and picked up Wanda, removing her from the room.

Tony later informed the team that the Huntress had somehow swallowed a small poisoned pill.

“I’m sorry”Wanda’s hoarse whisper was heard by no body but the casket in front of her. “I’m so sorry”.

Thanks for reading! I’m always up for feedback😁

[bimartin]

"the less you critically evaluate the more the lines blur and u start to accept that nasty shit as 'eh it’s not so bad’"-i think it depends on the person. People process things differently. If its something triggering for some1 its going to b more unsettling for them. And tbh the line is always blurred when it's fiction. Like alot of fans lushed after Ben in ST but i doubt it made any1 think mass shootings r not so bad. I get ur pov but i can see how some can separate &superficially "like" phil

it's the same sort of thing i guess, it's the actor you're attracted to and not the character, but once you start getting off on scenes where they're shooting people because it's 'hot' then like ehhh? also if u actually like phil you're excusing the fact he literally murdered this poor woman? but superficially yeah, martin with swoop and well fitted polo shirts is sexy as hell. so it's all the same thing really, separate the actor from the character and ur 👌 but it's not as clear cut as that (like oooh look at how hot he is here ignoring the fact he's holding a woman hostage dkhdhldlh)u kno what i'm getting at

[ylc1]

Fic Master List

I thought it was time to update my fic master list, because I’ve added a few fics and also because I think I’m really going to need to do comissions (it seems I understimated how much graduating was going to cost. Why are there so many fees, honestly?)

So, without further ado, enjoy!

Long term complications of arranged marriages

Myjohnlock, complete, 78800 words.

Summary: Originally, Mummy Holmes wanted to arrange a marriage for her younger son, not wanting him to be lonely. When Sherlock refused, Mycroft agreed to step in, which ended up with him marrying John Watson. Things worked well between them- until John met his brother-in-law.

Some personal notes on it: My first work for the fandom and I’m so ridiculously proud of it. I never actually intended for it to end the way it did, but boy was it a fun ride!

Additional notes: quite a lot of angst/hurt, conflicted feelings, more or less canon compliant. Ends more hopeful than happy.

Burned hearts

Johnlock, complete, 7300 words.

Summary: A retell from the scene at the pool in TGG, in which John is never revealed to be Moriarty’s hostage. Believing himself fooled, Sherlock goes through a bit of a meltdown.

Some personal notes on it: this idea came to me when I first watched TGG. I think that I could have expanded it so much more and make it even more angsty but well… I still like it.

Additional notes: angst, lots of self doubt, Sherlock doesn’t cope well, Mycroft and Greg are very concerned.

Pointless thoughts

Mystrade & Johnlock. First work of series, 10 works in the series, 102800 words overall. Complete.

Summary: Crown Prince Mycroft knows better than to show his affection for a man beneath his station. Sherlock is not quite as lucky and when the King finds out about his friendship with John, the later is sent away to his certain death. Devastated, the younger Prince awaits for death- until he finds he has something left to fight for and Mycroft finds himself fighting to protect his brother’s secret (and later his own)

Some personal notes: Pseudo historical settings are a weakness of mine. I was very pump up to work on this series and I enjoyed every second of it. Also, writing a whole fic from Mycroft’s POV was quite the experience (the main fic runs from his POV, the rest of the works run from Greg’s, Sherlock’s and John’s)

Additional notes: Royal AU, A/B/O dynamics, Mpreg and angst. Also a ridiculous amount of pining. Warnings for some dubcon in some of the works and a bit of Sheriarty.

Crush

Johncroft & Sherstrade, complete, 20000 words.

Summary: Sherlock has been nursing a crush on DI Greg Lestrade since they met. Of course the poor man has no clue whatsoever and somehow his newest friend, John Watson is stuck with the task of helping him win the other man over, all while attempting to deal with his own crush on the older Holmes.

Some personal notes: I started working on this in an attempt to get myself to work on the continuation of “Long term complications of arranged marriages”. Also, an attempt of humor, although I’m not sure how well it worked out.

Additional notes: attempted humor, silly situations, bit of rom com and perhaps a tad of angst here and there. Sort of canon compliant (if you ignore S3)

Apples and Oranges

Johnlock, complete, 600 words.

Summary: Kid Sherlock is attempting to figure out why would people like kissing. John helps.

Some personal notes: this was a fill in of a tumblr prompt. Just some kidlock fluff.

Additional notes: AU, kidlock, fluff.

Unexpected

Johnlock (side Mystrade and Irene/Kate), complete, 27600 words.

Summary: After a one night stand with his best friend, John is determined not to let things change between them. Except he’s now expecting a baby and finds himself in a bit of a mess.

Some personal notes: I mean- it’s the cliché of the clichés. Very rom com, but well… I enjoyed working on it very much.

Additional notes: A/B/O dynamics, Mpreg, attempted humor, rom com, misunderstandings, unplanned pregnancy, angst.

Unforeseen

Mystrade (side Johnlock), complete, 11500 words.

Summary: Mycroft’s family is convinced he and Greg would make a wonderful couple. Greg is willing, but Mycroft refuses to see sense.

Some personal notes: belongs in series with “Unexpected”, but it can pretty much stand on its own. A continuation of sorts, although the focus is definitely Greg’s and Mycroft’s relationship.

Additional notes: A/B/O dynamics, misunderstandings, humor & angst.

Long shot

Johnlock, complete, 44200 words.

Summary: Omega werewolf Sherlock is engaged to human Prince John, after having scared off his last suitor. It seems it might work out for the best though- at least until the Dark and Immortal wizard Moriarty rises again.

Some personal notes: when I write original fiction, I tend towards fantasy with a mix of romance. Indulging in my love for both genres was a joy. Also, this is my work with most kudos, so I guess it shows ;)

Additional notes: A/B/O dynamics, Mpreg, arranged marriage, angst, pining, misunderstandings, Jim being Jim (he’s the perfect fairytale villain, honestly)

Wildest dreams

Johnlock (although victorian), complete, 3800 words.

Summary: Watson puts an end to his relationship with Holmes, in order to marry Mary Morstan.

Some personal notes: have I told you how I love Taylor Swift’s songs? I had been trying to avoid writing this particular fic because I worried about my abilities to write something with such a strict historical setting, but I should probably have stopped listening to the song because it soon became too much :P

Additional notes: victorian (but a bit loosely I think), angst, pining, unhealthy coping mechanisms… HAPPY ENDING

Mistaken impressions

Johnlock, WIP (on hiatus?)

Summary: John is convinced his neighbor’s boyfriend is a jerk. He sort of is, but he’s actually Sherlock’s brother.

Some personal notes: I liked this idea, but as I started writing… I lost my way a bit. So now I’m a bit stuck with is, since I have no idea where exactly I want to go with it.

Additional notes: references to past abusive relationships, past drug addiction, unhealthy coping mechanisms, angst, drama, pining, MISUNDERSTANDINGS and some attempts of humor.

Hopeless

Johnlock, complete, 45800 words.

Summary: John’s a slave in Lord Magnussen’s household. When a new slave arrives and the Master takes a fancy on her (although it’s really him), John finds himself doing the best he can to protect him.

Some personal notes: this idea came to me in a dream. Which is why it’s far darker than my usual writings and also the reason for Trans Sherlock. I don’t like fighting my inspiration and well… I went with it, even if it added another layer of complications to this particular fic.

Additional notes: trans character, misgendering, implied/referenced noncon (although there’s nothing explicit), underage (it’s never explicitly stated, but Sherlock is 14 when the fic starts), slavery, sexual slavery, very dark, very angsty, mentions of violence, murder and abuse. I intend for it to have a happy/hopeful ending, though!

Home for Christmas

Johnlock, complete, 8500 words.

Summary: When Mycroft Holmes informs his family he’s bringing along a friend for Christmas, the household is thrown into utter chaos: Mummy Holmes is delighted, of course and Mr. Holmes is just baffled. Sherlock, however, is determined to figure out what is his brother up to. Mycroft doesn’t do friendships, let alone relationships, so who is this mysterious Dr. John H. Watson and what’s his business with his brother?

Some personal notes: this is the actual summary on AO3, but I really don’t know a better way to describe it ;) I think my attempt of humor did work here, even if it ended up including a bit of angst (but not much)

Additional notes: Alternate First Meeting, humor, Christmas fic, misunderstandings (of a sort), family.

Black magic

Johnlock, complete, 7400 words.

Summary: John ends up with a magic love potion (he was drunk, don’t judge him!) and in a fit of desperate longing, he gives it to Sherlock. He didn’t expect it to work since magic does not exist, so he’s a little baffled when Sherlock starts acting weirdly.

Some personal notes: this was the first fic I meant to write for the fandom. I never got around finishing until now, when I figured I might as well give it another try. I think it could have been longer, but I had no idea what else to write :P

Additional notes: attempt of humor, magic, a surprising amount of discussion of consent issues, not actually unrequited love.

Lessons in romance

Mystrade & Johnlock, WIP.

Summary: Sherlock may or may not be stalking the boy he likes. Mycroft has no wisdom to share with his little brother on the subject of romance and Greg is not help at all.

Some personal notes: I got inspired to write this after listening to a song in spanish called “Rey Azul”. I’ve always wanted to write a teenlock and I adore writing the Holmes brothers as being completely oblivious on the subject of romance. Somehow, it turned angstier than I expected

Additional notes: humor (at first), teenlock, heartbreak, jealousy, pining.

All is fair (in love and war)

Johnlock, complete, 6300 words.

Summary: Eurus’ “game” forces John and Sherlock to confess long hidden feelings. It turns out as well as you’d expect.

Some personal notes: It started as a rewrite of the “I love you” scene in TFP, turned into a sort of fix it fic. I like it, even if I’m not completely sure the logic holds :P

Additional notes: angst, drama, hurt without comfort, but has a happy ending!

Priceless   

Johnlock, WIP.

Summary: Sherlock is a Prince with a Kingdom at war. He makes a deal with the all powerful wizard called “the Dark One”; the wizard will stop the war if Sherlock stays with him forever.

Some personal notes: this fic is result of the FandomTrumpsHate auction, for the lovely @sherlock-and-john-getting-it-on​. I was asked for a “Beauty and the Beast” inspired fic with John as the Beast. I asked for the chance to use the Once Upon a Time spin of the tale and this is the result.

Additional notes: magical AU, pining, misunderstandings (they’re both so silly it hurts!), includes my attempt of some proper smut, Jim wrote himself into it and in doing that provided me with an ending :P

Of love, madness and other powerful motivators

Some background Johnlock, Warstan, but relationships aren’t the focus. WIP.

Summary: Jim shoots himself at Bart’s ceiling and Sherlock jumps to save the people he loves (read John Watson); what he doesn’t know it’s that there are other forces at play and revenge is a dish best served cold. Jim’s game turn has ended, but Eurus’ is just beginning.

Some personal notes: after reading many wonderful posts after the S4 finale, one point that really stuck me was about badly written female characters. It made me realize I don’t write that many female characters either and I don’t know if I’m any good at it so… this was born. Running with the idea that Mary worked for Jim, and (in this fic at least) by extension, Eurus.

Additional notes: angst, complicated relationships, mixed feelings, Eurus is actually out for revenge, imagining a whole alternate line for S4.

Saving all my love for you

Johnlock, WIP.

Summary: Unrequited love is no fun.

Some personal notes: I just wanted to write something angsty, heart tugging. There isn’t much plot, really, just a lot of pining and self reflection.

Additional notes: based on the song by the same title,angst, pining, sad, unilock.

And that’s it (for now!) I hope you’ll enjoy them ;)

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How to get characters past betrayal?

Hi all. I've been stuck on the same stupid chapter for three weeks now because I can't figure out how to do this realistically, and I'd really appreciate some other thoughts. (Fandom is Fallout: NV, Dead Money DLC, if it matters.)

Basically, in Book 1, Character A (Veronica) came to hate Character B (Megan) partly because Veronica learned that Megan was a member of an enemy organization, but mostly because Megan ended up killing a lot of Veronica's compatriots when said compatriots tried to assassinate Megan. Megan in turn is angry at Veronica because she blames Veronica for the death of her father-figure, who was caught in the cross-fire of the attack. At the beginning of Book 2, they haven't seen each other for about 7 months.

Veronica doesn't have much hope right now. She's been kicked out of her organization. She has no family, no friends, no goals. But she learns that her ex-girlfriend is a prisoner of Veronica's former mentor, Father Elijah. She contacts and arranges a plan with Elijah to swap one hostage for another, and decides that Megan deserves to be that hostage.

So, the previous chapter had her convincing Megan - who actually was willing to bury the hatchet and help - to come with her, explaining that she wanted her help to rescue the girlfriend. Instead, when they arrive, she drugs her and follows Elijah's instructions to drag her inside this fortified compound place where he's trying to pull a heist with prisoners. Elijah is evil and untrustworthy, and instead of honoring the exchange, he just traps them both, putting linked bomb collars on both their necks - if one dies or tries to escape, they'll both die.

So, these two women are stuck together in a very inhospitable place, with limited resources, and many dangers. Megan's feelings are hurt over the betrayal, but that's about it (she's a little childish, though, so she doesn't hold a grudge very well); Veronica in turn is feeling some repressed guilt, despair over her failure, and a lot of resentment for her situation as a whole, which she - fairly or unfairly - blames Megan for.

This chapter has them trying to find and meet up with the other prisoners, including the ex-girlfriend, and it is from Veronica's POV, a first for this series. I'm having trouble thinking of how to chart the trajectory of her feelings. I already know that this arc has to end with the two of them having achieved some level of reconciliation between V. and M., but it's just a matter of getting them there.

Whew. It helped just to write that out, but any thoughts or input would also be helpful. Thank you!

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