#el you're a monster for making me chose

[willthewiz]

Mike's Truth

Mike: “I didn't… I didn't know what to say.”

Will: "Sometimes I think it's just scary to open up like that. To say how you really feel. Especially to people you care about the most. Because, what if… what if they don't like the truth?”

Mike: "I… I care for you… so much.”

El: "Care." But you don't… you don't love me anymore?

Mike: “What… Who… Who said that I didn't?”

El: “You never say it.”

Mike: “I say it.”

El: “You can't even write it, Mike. "From Mike." "From Mike." "From Mike." "From Mike." "From."

Mike: “Okay, okay. Eleven, you're being ridiculous. What, like… What is this? You know what I think of you. You're the most incredible person in the world. And you can't let these mouth breathers ruin you. Ruin us. I mean, they're nobodies. They're nobodies. And you're a superhero.”

El: “Not anymore.”

Mike didn't know what to say. He knew El wanted him to tell her he loved her but he didn't. Instead, he told her that he cared about her. And because he cares about El, he scared to say how he really feels. Because what if El doesn't like the truth?

Mike didn't know whether to say the truth about how he feels or to lie about how he feels. Telling El the truth about his feelings, opening up, is scary because he doesn't know if she will be okay with the truth.

But she already knows the truth. She knows Mike cares about her, but she also knows he won't say or write about how much he loves her. As Mike said, "You know what I think of you."

Mike: “I am scared that one day you’ll realize you don’t need me anymore.”

Mike: “But the truth is, El, I don’t know how to live without you.”

Mike: “And… I can’t lose you. Okay? Do you hear me? I can’t lose you.”

Mike is scared that he will lose El if she knew the truth. He's scared she wouldn't need him anymore once she found out. It's not that he can't live without her, but that he doesn't know how to live without her. He's kept the truth about his feelings hidden for so long that he doesn't know how to stop hiding because of that fear of losing her.

El: “I saw what I did. I am a monster.”

Papa: “You speak of monsters, superheroes. That’s the stuff of myth and fairy tales. Reality, truth, is rarely so simple. People are not so easily defined. Only by facing all of ourselves, the good and the bad, can we become whole.”

People are not just monsters or superheroes. They are not just bad or good. Because there is more to them than just being totally good or totally bad because we all have a reason for being those things and we all have a little good and a little bad in us. This doesn't mean we're all bad people. It just means that we aren't perfect because we have flaws. And we should embrace that. By facing not just the good things about us, but the bad things (the things that make us imperfect) too, we’ll understand ourselves on a much deeper level. A half, becoming whole. By facing all of ourselves, we become whole. We become whole by finding the other half of ourselves that we ignore and hide from.

“A half cannot truly hate that which makes it whole.”

El: “What if I don’t wanna become whole?”

Papa: “Then that is a choice. Your choice. The door is always open. This place is not a prison. This is. You chose to trust me once. I’m asking you to trust me again. Journey with me into the past one last time. Stop hiding, Eleven.”

In order for Eleven to get her powers back, to face all the good and the "bad" parts of herself to become whole, she must journey into the past. Step out from hiding in the shadows and step into the light. But no one can do this for her. She must be the one to make her choice to open the door to the past, come out from her hiding spot, and face all parts of herself that she has ignored and hid from.

I believe other characters will also have to stop hiding and journey into the past. For them to grow, they must become whole. There is another character who still chooses to hide and ignore the other half of themselves. And that is…

Mike.

Mike will need to say how he really feels. The truth needs to come out. Will a journey to the past help Mike face himself, all the good and the bad, and become whole?

[jor-elsemissary]

Lionel: Question if Kal marries an earthling. Will they get to follow Kryptonian laws.

Jor-el:

Jor-el: .....Why?

Lionel: in that case Kal can never marry Lana Lang

Kal: WHAT!?!

Lionel: Sorry son. Sins of the father rule gives Lana the right to kill you.

Kal: WHY!?!

Lionel: Because of your father.

Lionel: Actually lana gets to kill you twice

Jor-el: I don't... I don't understand

Lionel : Of course you don't.

Lionel: Louise had a niece. Had a husband too.

Lionel: Would you like to know what happened to them?

Kal: Oh god we killed the Langs.

Lionel: Technically your father. Which means Technically you gotta die.

Jor-el: Oh my god.

Lionel: *uses camera. To take a picture*

Lionel: God I love this small town drama.

Jor-el: You're a monster!

Lionel: I'm not the one who made the great niece of the first woman I ever truly loved an orphan.

Jor-el: I didn't...I didn't know.

Lionel: *shows magazine with small tiny Lana Lang on it.*

Lionel: Saw this on Ms.Sullivan wall of weird. I think I might start one of my own.

Jor-el: I-

Kal: It's all our fault.....

Lionel: Thanks to your laws. Yes

Martha: Jesus Christ Lionel

Lionel: Martha my friend. Smallville is an empty town.

Jonathan: Wait, how is it their fault that the Langs are dead?

Lionel: Meteor shower.

Jonathan: Oh.

Lionel: By Kryptonian customs, Lana has the right to take out justice on Kal-El for what his father did to her parents.

Jonathan: I mean… did he intentionally bring Krypton pieces with them?

Jor-El: No, which makes it not a crime. I can’t help it if Krypton followed us home like a lost drawg.

Lionel: A what?

Jor-El: Drawg. Um… our version of a house pet?

Lionel: You chose to land in Smallville though.

Jor-El: We were not aware of the meteor rocks!

Lana: But you brought them and they killed my parents.

Jor-El: Its not like I had control over that. You cannot blame me for something beyond my power.

Lana: Lionel is right, you could have landed outside of Smallville.

Jor-El: I…

Lionel: Kryptonian customs sucks don’t they?

Jor-El: Fine, I’ll adopt the human custom for justice from this point on.

Lionel: Great! Now release me of your service.

Jor-El: No. You will remain in my service, Lionel of House Luthor.

Lionel: Why?

Jor-El: Kryptonian law.

Lionel: You just said!

Jor-El: From this point on, human customs. That doesn’t erase what has already been enacted. Or would you rather face justice the other way?

Lionel: What worse thing can you do to me?

Jor-El: *steps closer and lifts Lionel up off his feet by his lapels* I could crush you. It is within my right.

Lionel: *holds on* No, no. Servitude is just fine.

Jor-El: *drops him* Thought so. Now stop with this pettiness. I have a task for you.

Lionel: *grumbles* Fine.

Lana: I never thought I’d live to see the day a Luthor submit.

Lionel: *glares* Don’t get use to it, Miss Lang.

[elwynten]

Chapter 1, Traveling the Universes, Pern, Monster Musume and DanMachi

This is how everything in my life changed. I'm reminding you of how it all started because I'm going to be visiting new universes and I thought I would remind you of how everything started.

I've pretty much changed everything in the RWBY and Dragonriders of Pern universes, so I'm going to start visiting the Monster Musume and DanMachi or "Is it Wrong to Try to Pick up Girls in a Dungeon," universes.

I will be going back to the RWBY and Pern Universes from time to time. I still have a few more things to do. But with more time on my hands, I'm going to visit different Universes.

Prologue/Authors Notes:

This is what I would like to change ‘if’ I could go to Pern, from “The Dragonriders of Pern” series by Ann McCaffery, and The RWBY Universe, by Rooster Teeth. This is the daydreams of, 'if’, I was able to travel to different universes and had powers given to me by way of CYOA’s (Create Your Own Adventures). Nothing here is official or canon. It is all what happens (or what could happen) If you gain powers/abilities and can travel to fictional universes that you read about or watch and want to see how it would be to live in these alternat universes and have a chance to make some changes in them. Hopefully for the better.

Many of the CYOA’s give you companions/waifus. So, there are many girls from the CYOA’s. This does NOT mean anything untoward is going on. So, get you mind out of the gutter.

There are 100's to 1,000's of CYOA's. The first one I chose gives you huge amounts of powers and abilities. It also gives you the ability to give others powers and abilities. Plus, it allows you, if you choose, to use other CYOA's with extra points or extra choices.

Chapter 1

I had decided to take a drive in the country. It’s something we did when I was younger. We’d all pile into the car and Dad would drive us around in the country. It’s something I hadn’t done in a long time, so I decided to do it today. Something to do to get out of the house.

After driving for a while and looking at the countryside. The last thing I remember of the drive is a tire blowing and the car skidding and flipping. Then everything went black.

I had to be dreaming or hallucinating, because I heard a voice in the blackness. A voice I had never heard before. “Your wish, your dreams, your fantasies. Whatever you wish to call them are given you.” It didn’t make any sense, because at the moment, my wishes or dreams were to not die.

There were flashes, images and bits in the blackness, but I couldn’t remember what they were.

Waking up I found myself on the ground, laying in the grass on my back. Opening my eye I saw the sky, right before it was blocked from my view by a cute face. Typical reaction, I had died and gone to heaven, but that really didn’t seem right. Looking at the girl standing over me, I knew I should know who she was. But how or why I should know her, I didn’t know.

She grinned at me. “You can get up Eilwyn. You're okay.” (She pronounced it El-win.)

Slowly moving my arms and legs, and when nothing hurt, I sat up. Then I took a closer look at the girl. Even though I was sitting on the ground, and she was standing up. It looked like she would be shorter than I am. Maybe 5 feet tall. She had dark amber eyes, and brown hair that the sun was hitting her hair and giving it highlights. Usually highlights are red or blond, but her highlights were red, blue, teal, peach, and purple, with a metallic sheen to them. Titanium came to mind. She has a slim build.

Taima

Eilwyn! Why would she use that name for me. It isn’t my real name, and I’ve told only one person about the reason behind that name. I looked to where my car was. It’s not in the greatest of shape. Broken out windows, the roof buckled in on one side, and both tires on the side I could see were flat. Not sure if it would be totaled or the insurance company would repair it.

I had just been thrown about seventy-five feet from my car and nothing was broken, nothing hurt and no scrapes or cuts. I turned and looked at the girl again. The girl that looked so familiar, but I still can’t figure out where I’d seen her before. “H-how do you know I’m okay? And how do you know who I am?”

She giggled. “I’m, 'Your Own Familiar’ your Companion.”

'My own Familiar, my Companion? I have a Familiar?’ I thought to myself. 'How could that be possible. That was a CYOA I had created, 'Your Own Familiar’.’

[Yes, you have a Familiar and I’m her.] She cocked her head to the side. I heard her in my head. [I can hear what you're saying in your head, and you can hear what I’m saying in my head. You know, telepathy.] She sent to me, grinning.

'My Familiar/Companion, and I can talk to her, telepathically. I started running ideas though my head. It couldn’t be… could it?’ I thought.

[Well, I’m here.] She sent to me.

“Or I’m dreaming, or hallucinating.” I replied.

My car is probably totaled so I figured I’d try a test. Still sitting on the ground, I reach my hand out towards my wrecked car. Holding my hand out in front of me, thinking of my car, I close my hand into a fist. As I did, the car twisted and crushed in the sides. Making it totally undrivable and a total wreck.

I remember what the voice in the darkness said. 'Your wish, your dreams, your fantasies. Whatever you wish to call them are given you.’ I looked back at the girl and a name comes to me. “Taima? Your Taima?”

“That’s me, and it looks like your dreams have come true.” Taima said sitting down beside me.

I had to remember the dreams, or wishes I’d had. “Could this be about the folder on my computer titled CYOA’s?” I asked out loud to myself.

Taima giggled. “It looks like it. I seem to know that I have only been here for a couple minutes, but I have memories farther back than that, OOHHH! I hear sirens!” She said and put her hands over her ears.

I could hear the sirens also.

“If this is all true and I’m not insane, dreaming or hallucinating. You can change into a wolf, right? Change into a Timber Wolf. I don’t think we need them seeing you right now. Well see you in human form, anyways.” I looked at Taima beside me. “It’s going to be difficult enough explaining all this without another person to explain about.”

The next moment Taima was no longer the cute youngish looking girl, but now a Timber Wolf.

I motioned to Taima and told her. “Go on over there on the rise. It’s going to be difficult enough convincing the cops that I’m not hurt without having to explain how you were in the wreck and didn’t get hurt as well.”

Taima trotted up the rise and looked back at me. “Can you make it over the fence?” I asked her.

She looked at the fence, then I hear in my head. No problem.

As I watched, Taima “Blinked” to the other side of the fence. Blink is a short distance teleportation, no more than 100 feet in distance and in line of sight.

“That answers that question.” I said.

She cocked her head to the side. What question is that?

“How we are going to get home. At least I hope we can teleport home.” I could see a cop car just down the road with its lights on. I’m guessing it’s a Sheriff’s car, since we are in the country.

I didn’t want to, but in this instance, I had to. I tried out my new mind control abilities to make the sheriff’s deputy believe I wasn’t hurt, which I wasn’t, in the accident. It is the truth, but how do you convince someone that when the car you wrecked in, is totaled and you walk away unharmed.

The Shariff called for a tow truck. While we were waiting for the tow truck to arrive, the sheriff took some pictures of my car. I asked him to send copies to me so I could use them for my insurance.

After my car was on the back of the wrecker and headed off and the Sheriff was on his way. “I need to get home, now.” I told Taima.

['We’, need to get home.] I heard in my head along with a giggle.

“Sorry, this is going to take a little while to get used to.” I looked over at Taima. “We need to get home.” I looked around. “I don’t think flying would be a good idea. I think I need to practice some place no one will see me. Besides flying would draw too much attention.”

The wolf Taima 'Blinked’ to my side. I looked down at her and scratch her head between her ears. “Let’s give Teleporting a try, shall we?” I pictured my back yard. No need popping into the front yard where anyone could see. I imagine myself being there. I look down at Taima. “That is how you do it, correct? Picture where you want to go, concentrate on that location and 'will’ yourself there?” I asked her.

Taima looked back at me and just nodded her head, yes. Which is funny seeing a wolf nod it’s head like a human.

The next moment I or rather we, were in my back yard. It took a moment for me to re-orient myself.

“Wow! That was interesting.” I looked around, to make sure no one saw us 'port’ into the back yard. We started walking to the front of the house. “This is… 'our’ house.” I said to Taima.

Taima trotted beside me. [One of them.] She sent, and I heard giggling in my head again.

I stopped walking and looked down at Taima. “Yah. If this has something to do with my 'dreams’ then there should be at least one more house. If it’s what I think it is, I want to wait a little while before I - we,” I nodded towards Taima. “Go looking for it.” I started walking again. I reached into my front pocket and pulled my keys out, to unlock the front door.

Looking over to the garage. “I guess I’ll need to get another car. I’ll wait and see what happens. I think I’m going to be busy for a while figuring all this out. But then, with all the abilities I’m supposed to have now, I don’t really need a car. If I’m not dreaming or hallucinating, that is.” Unlocking the front door, I held it open for Taima to enter first. After I’d entered the house, I shut the door. “Human form please.”

Yes master. Taima giggled. “I am your Familiar after all.” She was back in the human form, she had been in after the wreck.

I staired at Taima for a couple seconds. “I prefer companion or friend. "I know we are connected, and you pretty much have to do what I tell you. But I prefer you to be more of a companion. I’ll try to let you make a lot of your own decisions. With us being connected or linked telepathically, I’m guessing you’ll know what I want as soon as I know.” I shrugged my shoulders. Being connected that way I wouldn’t know if what she did was her own idea or what I was thinking or wanting. I’d just have to let things run their course and live with whatever happens. Although I did know that if I didn’t treat her well, she could leave. That is, if any Familiar wasn’t treated well by their 'master’ the Familiar can leave.

I went online and checked my bank account to see how much money was in it, because one of my “dreams or CYOA’s” gave me some money. Well, quite a bit of money. And yes, there was quite a bit more money in my account than should be. Well quite a bit is another understatement of how much more money was in my account. There was enough for me to live off of for the rest of my life. As long as I didn’t go crazy with it. No, I lie. If I’m correct, I have immortality, so the money would not really last very long, in that since. “I should go in and put most of the money into a savings account or invest it.” I said talking more to myself than to Taima.

There should have been more money in my account. But thinking of what I had wanted. The money could be divided between three accounts or three places, but that would have to wait before I could check it out.

Sitting on the couch, I leaned back, rubbed my eyes and face with my hands. “OH, this is a lot to get used to.” I looked at Taima, who was smiling at me. Then it hit me. I didn’t have my glasses on. Yet, I could clearly see her. Well, I can see better than I could 'with’ my glasses. I heaved a big sigh. If this 'is’ about my 'dreams’ then I don’t need glasses anymore. I went into the bathroom. I wanted to see what I looked like. My reflection was close to the same as before the accident. But my gray hair was gone. I was the same height as before, but some of my facial features were a little different. All my old aches and pains were gone as well, and my hair was thicker and fuller. It was dark brown but there were blue highlights. BLUE highlights! And my eyes are now a bright teal color. Where did those colors come from! Thinking about it, I did know where the colors might have come from. But it’s still a shock seeing myself with these changes. And the real surprise was I had a full set of teeth. I’d had them removed because of how bad they had gotten. But it didn’t matter any more. My skin tone was a little darker. It’s a little darker than a light tan. It looked like some of my ethnic heritage was more prominent than they used to be.

I looked about the same, so anyone that knew me would probably recognize me. But I looked different enough that I could pass as my own brother or cousin.

Taima came into the bathroom and saw the shocked look on my face. “Isn’t this what you wanted. What you dreamed about?” She asks.

“I guess so. But dreaming of being able to do things like this and REALLY being able to do them, are two different things. Along with the changes in my looks. AND this is NOTHING I thought would really happen to me. I guess it’s like living from paycheck to paycheck and suddenly winning the Power Ball. I want to believe it, but is it real, or a dream. If it’s real I don’t want to go running around using my abilities all over the place. That would make me a target for all sorts of people… And I’m not sure what to do next. I should probably take a few days to get used to what’s happening, get used to what I can do, and get used to my new looks.” I looked at Taima. “And get used to having someone else around all the time.” I headed to the kitchen. [I’m getting something to drink. Do you want anything?] I said in my head, seeing if Taima would hear it.

I’m not Thirsty. Taima sent back. She had followed me as far as the doorway into the kitchen.

“I’m not… thirsty… either.” I stopped and looked at the refrigerator. “I’m not thirsty.” I walked back and looked at Taima. “I’m not thirsty.” I said again, sounding like a broken record. “That’s because of you right? Sustenance?”

Taima giggled. “Or Endurance. Could be either one or both.”

With Sustenance I don’t have to eat, drink, breath or sleep. But I can do all of those things if I want to. Endurance lets me work or run all day without needing to rest, and I don’t need to eat.

“I’m not thirsty.” I said again. “BUT, I’m still getting something to drink. Do you want anything?”

“I’ll take the same as you, sweet tea.” She replied.

I went back into the kitchen and poured two glasses of tea. I took them back into the living room, and hand one to Taima. Then I sat down beside her. I stood back up and fished in my pants pocket. Pulling out my keys, I saw two new keys on my key ring. Holding them up so we both could see them. “For the other house?” It was a statement as well as a question.

Taima looked the keys over. “I believe so. Should we go and take a look?”

I put the keys back in my pocket and sat back down. “Not yet. I don’t think I’m ready for Thread and fire breathing dragons, quit yet.” At least I believe that is where the new house will be. I took a drink of my tea. “I still want to get used to everything before I go traveling to other universes.” I took another drink of tea. “I wonder…”

“Where your weapon is?” Taima finished my sentence. I gave her a dirty look, and she giggled. “Sorry, I know I don’t have to finish your sentences for you, just because I know what your thinking. Right?”

“Right. But yes, I wonder where my weapon is. Is it, in the Armory or in the little storage pocket dimension?” I finished.

Taima looked thoughtful for a moment. I heard her thoughts, but I ignored them. I didn’t want to always be listening into what she was thinking. “Well since you don’t have it yet, they could be in either the Armory or the storage space (Meaning the small personal pocket dimension about the size of a large closet).”

I cut in. “But since I can summon it to me at any time. I could probably summon it to me now. Right?”

Taima nodded her head, yes. “Any time you want too, if I understand how, it works correctly.”

“What to do, what to do.” I said more to myself than to Taima. “I can’t really do much in the light of day.” I thought for a couple minutes. “I’ve been wanting a fence around the backyard. I could practice my Earth Control by putting up a stone or earthen fence-wall around the back yard…” I started, but before I could finish my thoughts, there was a knock at the front door.

I looked at Taima. “I’m not expecting anyone.” Getting up, I go and opened the front door. Standing on the front porch was a girl. Any female younger than myself or under the age of 55, the age I was, I call a girl. And this one looked to be around my age. Or at least my 'new’ age of 20. Like Taima, she looked familiar. “Hello.” I said.

The girl looked at me for a moment. “I was told you were looking for roommates and to come to this address. I am called Robbie.” She gave a weak smile. “I was told my name was a joke, but I don’t understand it.” Robbie is about my height, maybe a tad shorter. Her hair is a Silver/grey color. If that’s really a hair color. Her hair is short, a bob cut is what I believe they call it. And blue eyes.

That is where you remember her. Taia said in my head.

“Ya… uh… ya. I remember something about roommates.” It wasn’t the truth, but then it wasn’t exactly a lie either. It was part of one of the CYOA’s. “Well, this isn’t the place you’ll be staying. I’ll have to…” A car was pulled into the driveway. I watched it pull in. “Another one?”

Robbie turned to look at the car. “Another one?” She asked, confused by what I had said.

“Ya, I believe it might be another 'roommate’. I don’t know of anyone else that would be showing up right now.” I told Robbie.

The car came to a stop, and the driver’s door opened and out stepped another girl. A name came to me, as I heard Amber, in my head. I looked at Taima and nodded my head, in agreement, as the girl walked up to the porch. “Amber? Your Amber, right?” I asked.

“Hi, big brother. Long time no see.” Amber said and laughed, as she stepped onto the porch. She reached her arms out and took me in her arms and gave me a hug.

“That’s something else I’m going to have to get used to, a sister.” I said returning the hug. I released her and stepped back.

Watching Amber, I saw that she is about my height maybe a bit taller than myself. Reddish-brown hair, that reached her shoulders and I could see she had green eyes.

A little sister that is taller than I am. She’ll probably rub it in. But then I do have an advantage I can use if I need to or want to.

I don’t really know how all this works with Amber being my sister. That was part of the CYOA, where she was my long-lost sister. My/our parents had adopted her out when she was a baby. But that was all part of the CYOA not real life. Yet here she is, my long-lost sister. We might be coming close to a paradox.

Turning slightly so I could see Robbie. “This is Robbie, another roommate. Robbie this is my long-lost sister Amber.” Then I motioned for Taima to come out onto the porch. “And this is Taima.” I invite them into the house. We all found seats and got settled. “There should be two more. Well… several more but I’m hoping the rest will be at Tel Aviv Hold.”

“The house is in Israel?” Asked Robbie.

I chuckled. “No, It’s not in Israel. I just call it Tel Aviv Hold. And a Hold is from the Dragonriders of Pern books.” I explained. And there was another knock on the door. “I’m guessing that’s Mercedes, if it’s another roommate, because Yuki can’t knock. At least not yet.” I said. Standing up, I went to the door and opened it. Standing there, is yet another girl. “You would be Mercedes?” I asked. She nodded her head, yes. I invite her in. “You’ll love the lab. You can’t blow it up. But I do have a few things for you to build once we’re at the new house and settled in. And not questioning your skills, but if you're not sure how to build what I want. There will be books for you to read through to give you all the information you’ll need.”

Mercedes nodded her head, with a bit of a surprised look on her face. “I guess I can do that for you. What do you want me to build?”

“Sorry didn’t mean to overload you like that. I’ll tell you later when there’s more time.” I offered her a seat then introduce her all around. “I’ll explain everything once Yuki arrives. No need to repeat myself several times.” I said.

Mercedes looked like the typical tomboy. She is several inches taller than me, with light brown hair cut short and a little spikey on top, with hazel eyes.

Amber piped up. “Who is Yuki? Another roommate?”

I grinned. “Yes, she’s the last roommate of this group. But she’s a bit, shall I say, different. She’s a ghost.” I held up my hands to keep everyone quiet. “But if she has a place to live and to call home. She will get her physical body back. So then, I’m guessing, she will be alive again, gain. It’s a bit strange, but not really any stranger than everything else that’s going on right now.”

Amber grinned. “We have our own ghost? It’ll be like one of the Hogwarts school houses, with Yuki as our house ghost.”

Everyone laughed. “That is probably closer to how it will be than you know…” I started.

As if on cue, the head of a woman popped through the door. “I’m Yuki and I was told you were taking in roommates. Am I at the correct place?” She asked.

Yuki’s taller than me by a few inches. She has long black hair, that reaches the middle of her back, and brown eyes. Her skin is pail, but then she 'is’ a ghost.

Almost at once. “Yes, it is.” “Looks like it.” “You're the last one.” “It appears so.” Everyone broke into laughter.

After getting the laughing under control, I said. “Yes, you're at the right place Yuki. Well it’s the place everyone is meeting at. The new house is in another place. And I guess it’s about time I take you there.” I introduce everyone to Yuki. Then I motion everyone to follow me to the back yard.

[You wanted to practice.] Taima said telepathically.

[Ya, but I didn’t expect to be inundated with roommates, either.] I replied. I had planned on waiting a couple days. But it looks like my mind has been changed. I kind of chuckled to myself.

I lead everyone out to the back yard. Then turning to the group. “About every ability I have is new to me right now. So, taking everyone to the new house is also new. I’ll set up a portal to the house and send Taima through first. She’ll let me know if it’s in the correct place. Then we’ll all go through.”

Taima gave me a dirty look. “That’s right, use me as a guinea pig.” She said out loud so everyone could hear, then she grinned and giggled.

The others looked at each other as if they weren’t sure about any of this.

“Okay, let’s give this a try.” I close my eyes and concentrated on the universe the new house should be in, and the time I want it to be there. Then think of a doorway between this universe and that one. Opening my eyes there was, what looks like, a hole in the air in front of me. The edges of the hole shimmer as if the light is bouncing off of different surfaces. In the middle of the hole was a building, a house, that looks like it has a graveyard in front of it. There are also some trees and bushes that don’t look like anything I’ve ever seen before. “Your up.” I told Taima. “And keep an eye out.”

Taima took a step towards the opening then turned back to me. “I know what to look for.” And she tapped her head by her temple with a finger. Turning back to the portal, she walked through. We could see her looking around, then she headed to the grave yard and out of sight.

Waiting to see if everything was good, I turn to my new roommates. “It looks like the right place. It should only be a minute or two before we know.”

“Where is this place?” Yuki asked.

“It’s a place called Pern. It’s kind of backwards. The people are in about the late middle ages. There’s even dragons, but they aren’t anything to worry about. They work with humans, they don’t hunt or fight humans.” I told them.

“If it’s that backwards. What am I going to do there? I’m a mechanic and they didn’t have much for mechanics to do back then.” Mercedes asked me.

“They are backwards right now. But in about a year, their time, they will be learning a LOT of new things. Right now, they are working on something like a telegraph. And in a year, or what they call a turn, they will find a computer that will teach them HUGE amounts of modern technology. Or at least more modern technology than they have now.” I explained.

Robbie looked confused. “How do you know all that will happen? Can you see the future, or are you guessing?”

I chuckled. “I can open a portal to any real or fictional universe.” I motioned to the portal. “And this portal goes to the universe of Pern. Where they ride dragons and live in a Middle Ages type of world. I’ve read the books, so I know what is going to happen. At least to a point. I’m not sure if once I get there if I can change the story line, or if it runs according to how it is in the books no matter what I do there. But I’m hoping I can change the story line. There’s not a lot I would want to change on Pern but there are a few things I want to try to change.” I said.

“And I plan on going to the RWB*Y, pronounced Ruby, universe later on. And there I plan on changing the story line quite a bit, if I’m able to, that is. I’m guessing that any changes I make will only happen in that Universe and not in the books or DVDs.” I finish.

“So, you want to go to places you’ve read about and change what happens in the story?” Amber asked me.

I grinned. “More or less, yes. RWBY is an anime show as well as manga books, but that doesn’t really matter.” I told her.

“How can you do that?” Amber added.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m not really sure how I can do it. All I know is I’ve been given some abilities and one of them is traveling to different universes, both real and fictional. And once I’m there they become real.” I said.

After waiting a short time. [It looks good. Bring them through.] Taima sent to me. I nodded my head. Then to my new roommates. “It’s all good to go.” At the look on a couple faces, I know they were a little concerned or worried about what they were walking into. “Don’t worry, it’s safe. I’m new at this, so I just wanted to make sure I opened the portal to the correct location. And Taima just informed me it’s good.” Taima walked to where we could see her on the other side of the portal and waved at us.

Making a sweeping motion with my hand to the portal. “Ladies, after you.”

Looking around at each other, Robbie moved first and walked through the portal. There was a slight shimmer, then you could see Robbie standing beside Taima. Mercedes followed after Robbie, then Amber and last, Yuki. Once I walked through the portal I turned around and close it so no one else could come through. Don’t want anyone just walking through the portal.

[cajunroe]

make me choose: ↳ elyksina asked: hussars or marines

[the-resurrection-3d]

I've been wondering: how does Luca work with Alberto in your mind? Especially regarding your grooming fic? I agree that Luca has all the emotional power in their relationship, and thus the potential to be an absolute monster if he so chose, but is Luca aware of that? How does he navigate Alberto's deep trauma without obliterating Alberto, unintentionally or otherwise? Or is he not really up to the task?

I swear I saw through time when I got this ask. I have so much to say. 

The long and short of it, though, is that Luca works largely through just being there for Alberto-- realizing that he's not equipped to handle it in the way a therapist would (while feeling immensely guilty about that fact, of course), but that what he is equipped to do is listen to Alberto and accept him unconditionally and be his refuge. I think "saint august" is the best fic I have out exemplifying this concept, but there are plenty of other smaller moments in other "grammar of violence" fics. The other best example is from an earlier draft of "happier than ever"-- in retrospect I probably shouldn't have cut it, but whatever:

I just feel like I ask--

-- too much of you, and suddenly you're back under that bridge in Genova feeling the burn of unshed tears in your eyes like someone is holding matches behind them. 

 (And I'm sitting in the car crying against his chest, thinking about how awful and whiny my voice sounds, how nothing is more beautiful and feels more ugly than this) 

He looks at you and holds your hand and says, You really don't. Look, Alberto: I love you. I care about you. I want to help you. I'm --

-- happy to do it.

You smile down at him, brushing your thumb over his cheek. Thanks, babe.

I would also say Luca is aware, on some level, of the emotional power he has, although he conceptualizes it more as his own potential for cruelty. That moment where Alberto outed himself and Luca chose to side with Giulia instead haunts him. Of course, as he gets older, he tries to be kind to himself about it-- I was a child, I didn’t know Alberto’s dad had left him-- but it still haunts him that he could hurt someone so important to him that badly. So he’s careful to not do that to Alberto again... sometimes to the point of backfiring.

Which brings us up to the grooming arc! As my writing partner said last night while we were going over El Dickchompo 2:

see okay like maybe there is something to nickberto where eventually it feels good to be hurt and confronted so painfully cuz at least he's not being treated like he’s made of glass which makes him feel like a rabid animal or a time bomb

So Luca treating Alberto with kid gloves is definitely something they have to address. It’s hard for him to know how else to start, though, because Alberto keeps so much about Nick to himself-- not only does Alberto just generally have a harder time articulating his emotions, but Luca wasn’t really aware of the relationship until after Nick had already fucked off. And everything he does hear is just fucking horrifying. Luca’s just 15 when Alberto’s relationship with Nick ends (in the regular timeline anyway--modern au Nickberto is a whole other can of worms) and he honestly just doesn’t have a concept for this kind of prolonged, intimate, intentional cruelty. People killed sea monsters because they were scared of them; Nick hurt Alberto because he wanted to. (Of course, Nick himself developed motives that were a little more complicated than just “wow I love rape,” but at the end of the day he exactly knew what he was doing. And it’s not like Luca can know or even would care about any of Nick’s baggage.)

Luca does get frustrated sometimes and pushes Alberto, such as in both routes of El Dickchompo 2-- he’s not perfect, he can’t help it, and sometimes Alberto needs it--,   but really the worst it gets is on the level of Is it insensitive of me to say, “Get your shit together so I can love you?” 

I hope that answered your questions! Thanks for reaching out! I really appreciate when people take an interest in my work c: 

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

S.T. REWRITE - S2:E2; Chapter Two, Trick or Treat, Freak - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

After Will sees something terrible on trick-or-treat night, Mike wonders whether Eleven’s still out there. Tensions grow between Y/n and Mike as does their concern for Will.

||3rd Person POV||

The smell of french toast wafted through the cabin as it sizzled on the frying pan. Hopper glances over his shoulder to see a small figure standing stiff with a white sheet draped over it and two eye holes cut out. The unexpected sight had startled the man.

"Oh, Jesus!"

"Ghost." El stated from under the sheet.

"Yeah, I see that." He said.

Hopper brought the frying pan of french toast over to the counter to serve.

"Halloween."

"Sure is. But now, it's breakfast, okay? Come on, let's eat."

"They wouldn't see me." She said softly, grabbing the man's attention as he brought the food to the table.

"Who wouldn't see you?"

"The bad men."

"What are you talking about?" He said, taking a seat.

"Trick or treat."

He turned to look at her. "You want to go trick-or-treating?"

She stood in silence, confirming his fears.

He frowned and stood up. "You know the rules."

"Yes, but-"

"Yeah, so you know the answer." Hopper softly grabbed her by the shoulders and guided her backwards as he spoke.

"No, but they wouldn't see me." El protested.

"No. Hey. I don't care."

"But they wouldn't see me."

"I don't care, alright?" His voice rose slightly as he bent down to her level. "You go out there, ghost or not, it's a risk. We don't take risks. All right? They're stupid, and..."

"We're not stupid!" She growled.

"Exactly."

"Now, you take that off, sit down and eat. You're food's getting cold."

With a pout on her face, El ripped the sheet off her head, letting it fall to the ground. She let her small body collapse in the chair across from Hopper and she stared at the floor sadly.

Hopper noticed the longing in El, and he felt the remorse and guilt creeping in. He finished pouring syrup on both of their plates and sighed, head leaning against his palm as he rubbed his face.

"All right, look... how about I get off early tonight, and I buy us a bunch of candy, and we can sit around and get fat, and we watch a scary movie together."

"How's that for a compromise?"

The young girl gave him a puzzled look and the foreign word.

"Co-Compromise?"

"C-O-M-promise. Compromise. How about that's your word for the day? Yeah? It's something that's in-between. It's like halfway happy."

"By, 5-1-5?" She asked hopefully.

He nodded his head. "5:15. Yeah, sure."

She looked down at her lap and then back at him. "Promise?"

He leaned forward, looking her in the eye and nodding his head firmly. "Yes. I promise.

She lightly shrugged her shoulders. "Halfway happy."

She grabbed her fork and began eating. Hopper smiled at her softly and leaned forward and ruffled her curly hair, bringing out a light chuckle from El.

The two fell into a comfortable silence for the rest of the morning. El tried desperately to enjoy the company while it lasted, knowing in just a few short hours she would be left alone with her thoughts once more.

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"Will? Come on, honey, up and at 'em." Joyce Byers stops at the end of the hall and she can feel her stomach plunge as she see finds her youngest son's room empty.

"Will?"

The dreaded sense of dejavu creeps in and she rushes to the end of the hall where Jonathan is making breakfast.

"Jonathan?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's Will?"

"What?"

"Where's Will?"

"He's not in his room?"

"No."

Suddenly there was a small clank that came from the bathroom.

Joyce rushed to the door in a panic, her heart pounding. She threw the door open to find Will standing in front of an open toilet.

"Will?"

"What are you doing?" Her voice came out in a shaky matter as she tried to calm her racing heart.

Will stood there in confusion and he gestured to the toilet. "Peeing?"

"Okay." She breathed out a chuckle and a sigh of relief as she left and closed the door behind her, hearing the sound of the toilet flushing.

***

"Okay..." Joyce had just helped Will into his Ghostbusters jumpsuit.

She reached for the homemade proton pack that rested on his bed, and helped the device onto his back. "Let's get this...on."

"Oh! You need some tape. Hold on." She let go of the loose wire that hung lazily from his pack and walked quickly towards his desk.

Grabbing a piece of tape, she couldn't help but notice a drawing that stuck out to her. It was barely peeking out from under piles of other drawings but she grabbed in and fears began returning.

It was unlike the others. It was extremely detailed, and black white which she noted he almost never did. The landscape was familiar, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. The most unsettling part of course, was the large looming figure that took center stage. It reminded her of spider the way it stood and everything in it's path was shadowed, although she could tell, it wasn't from the swarm of thunder clouds but the monster itself.

It chilled her. She turned to Will. "What's this?"

Will seemed taken aback, but he quickly recovered.

"Nothing." He started to shift on his feet.

"Did you have another episode?"

"No, it's just, um... a sketch for a story I'm writing."

Joyce sighed, discarding the drawing wanting so badly for that to be true, so did believed it.

+++

"Three, two, one..."

"Great. Hold up the photo blaster."

Jonathan snapped another picture of his brother, Will gleaming in his suit as Jonathan continued to instruct him. Their mother was watching giddily as she smiled at her youngest son. The question she'd been dying to ask on the tip of her tongue.

"All right, now turn to light."

Will did just that, aiming his proton blaster towards a spot on the wall across the room.

"So," Joyce drawled. "[Y/N]'s coming over tonight before hand so we can grab some pictures of you two, right?"

Will felt a blush creep up.

"Mom," Will protested, his smile betraying him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she threw her hands up in surrender but persisted in asking more questions. "So, she is going as...?"

"Janine," Will mumbled, as Jonathan snapped another picture.

"Right, right..." Joyce winced. "And she is...?"

"The receptionist and confidant-"

"Spengler's girlfriend..." Jonathan answered, the mischievous grin of an older brother plastered on his face.

Will felt a blush creep all the way up from his neck, Jonathan took this opportunity to "accidentally" get a picture of his flustered younger brother.

"Jonathan!" Laughed Will.

"What? It's so obvious, and hey, you guys are the ones who chose the costumes."

"It's a coincidence..." He mumbled.

Jonathan and Joyce smirked as Will tried to regain his composure, acting as if the exchange hadn't completely flustered him.

Which it did.

||Reader's POV||

"Oh! Let me see those pearls! Yeah! [Y/N], you almost ready?"

"Coming mom!"

I adjusted the big pair of glasses on my head and slipped on the red sweater vest, completing the outfit. On my way out of my room, I grabbed my first piece of gum out of my pocket stash and popping it in my mouth. The plaid shirt we found worked perfectly for Janine, I was so glad we were able to find everything in time.

I ran back out the hall and my mom greeted me with a squeal.

"Oh! You two look so good, get in there with your brother, honey."

We got a few nice pictures in, Dustin had his ghost trap, it it quite impressive, I must admit.

The last photo consisted of Dustin proudly holding up his ghost trap, while I chose to be in character. I had my back turned to him, my arms folded and in the middle of blowing a bubble as I casually roll my eyes.

***

"Na na na Na na Na"

We had just pulled into school on our bikes, and we all parked them on the bike rack. I silently counted myself lucky that I didn't have to lug a giant proton pack on my shoulders all day.

We all finished the anthem with "Who you gonna call?". It was then that I heard q familiar voice call "Ghostbusters!"

I turned around to see Will in his costume, it looked great.

"Hey, Spengler!"

"Egon! Looking sharp!" I beamed, greeting him with a quick hug.

"Janine! Venkman!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Mike frowned, gesturing to Lucas's name tag.

"What?" Lucas asked.

"Why are you Venkman?"

"Because I'm Venkman." Lucas shrugged.

"No, I'm Venkman."

"Why can't there just be two Venkmans?" Will asked, and I nodded looking to the boys.

"Because there's only one Venkman in real life. We planned this months ago." Mike snapped.

"Mike, calm down. It's alright,"

"I'm Venkman, Dustin's Stantz, Will is Egon, you're obviously Janine, and you're Winston." He finished, pointing at Lucas.

"I specifically didn't agree to Winston." Lucas said.

"Yes, you did!"

"I don't think he did." I said gently.

"No one wants to be Winston, man."

"What's wrong with Winston?"

"What's wrong with Winston? He joined the team super late, he's not funny, and he's not even a scientist!"

"Yeah, but he's still cool." Mike argued.

"If he's cool, then you be Winston."

"I can't!"

"Why not?"

Mike started to stutter, "Because..."

We all fell quiet as the argument got bad quickly.

"Because you're not black?" Lucas finished.

"I didn't say that!"

"You thought it."

I took a deep breath as they continued fighting. However, something clicked in my head as I looked around the school.

"Oh, no."

I nudged Dustin as I continued to look around, dread and regret creeping in.

Dustin looked to me and then around, realizing the same awful fact.

"Guys..." Dustin mumbled.

"Guys!" I finally snapped, grabbing their attention.

The other three fell silent and we all watched in horror as everyone got off the bus. In regular clothes.

"Why is no else wearing costumes?"

"Well, shit."

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