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What's in a name? (Analysing all the names in stranger things)

*I'll be repeating some names more than once as I break down categories .

Show , book, and tv easterggs

Alot of character names may have deeper meaning but some are also refs to stories they liked. The stranger writers twitter posted a list of movies said to inspire s4 (which I’ll be referencing).

Dart- dustin names him this after d'artagenean (a 3 musketeers book character) and one of Dustin's fav candies (3 muskateers). Similarly his pet turtle yurtle is implied to be named after the dr Seuss’ story 'yertle the turtle'.

Brenner- main character from 'the birds', which was on the st s4 list.

Byers- john byers from x files. The duffers mentioned x files was an inspo for the show. Although John byers (from x files) resembles Murray as an unhinged conspiracy theorist. The documentary paradise lost was also cited as inspo for st- john byers and his son, terry, Michael, and Steve were names in said film

Jim Hopper- in Predator (another st inspo) he was a soldier who was flayed to death in the woods. Another character in the film with a similar fate was “Hawkins”.

Detective Wheeler and elle Holloway- from silent Hill franchise. Another ref mentioned by the Duffers. Holloway was the surname of st's Heather. Elle (is el) and Wheeler is Mike's surname. Wheeler was also on the ep of twiglight zone (another cited ref by the duffers) . In the ep 'mute' sheriff wheeler takes in a mute psychic girl as his foster daughter. So some hints at hopper too . Hopper even mentions el-anor (gilipse) in s1. The surname of a main character in the silent hill series.Lt. Colonel Sullivan (s4) could be a eastergg of silent hill 4 which had a Sullivan character.

Henderson- st twitter mentioned how all the bond films were on the s4 inspiration list . So Dustin's surname being the same as one of the bond characters is a nod. Duffers also mentioned ‘freaks & geeks’ as inspo- and 1 character’s surname was also Henderson (another nod).

Mrs Driscoll (from s3) - a nod to invasion of the body snatchers which was mentioned as inspo by the Duffers. And clear inspo for s3.

Powell (cop and partner of hopper ) - diehard films also on s4 list. He's named after the cop powell.

Callahan (cop and partner of Hopper) - father Callahan ref. He shows up in many of Stephen King novels. The Duffers have cited over 10 novels and books from him as inspo for st

Nancy- she's called ‘Nancy drew’ (from the novels). And the duffers have mentioned they are fans of elmstreet - who's main character was Nancy. Nancy also references 'Oliver twist" ,and that book has a character named Nancy in it. Nancy was also a first Lady in the 80s similar to her friend Barbara- who was also a first Lady in the 80s.Nancy's name might also be inspired by "Nancy Wheeler", a secondary character in the 1970 book Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret written by Judy Blume.

Fred (s4)- apparently a high-school journalist who may be friend or foe. This one is a stretch but given nancy maybe being an elmstreet ref- and her enemy being fred-die kreuger. Fred may have animosity to Nancy and that's why his name is Fred. I mean ... they even cast a new s4 character with Freddie kreuger's original actor.so...

Jason (s4) - is in the 1986 Nancy drew novel (when s4 takes place). He is similar to the duffers description. In the novel he's a rich, popular, arrogant jock and blackmailing students at the high-school . S3 even named one of its episodes after a nancy drew novel- so wouldn't surprise me.

Christie carpenter (s4/reffed in s1 by hopper)- christie is the main character in the hellraiser series (which is on the s4 st list). Carpenter is the surname of the director of 'the thing' name dropped in s3. (The flesh monster in s3 also resembles the thing) , and in s1 mr clarke watches it ,and mike has the thing movie poster in his basement.

Argyle (s4) - die hard 1-2 were on the s4 st list. And is a name of a diehard character.

Max- her name is 'mad max' like the 80s film. But since the Duffers like videogames. Her name may be a ref to max caufield from the ‘life is strange’ game as well. She has a 'never Maxine rule' similar to max in st. But the game character is similar to jonathan as she is a teen photographer and says similar words to jonathan in s1 saying she would rather watch people through a camera than interact with them.

Eddie munson (s4)- not going to lie. I have no proof of this but I immediately thought of the TV character Eddie Munster (the friendly monster ).

Possible comic book easteggs

The duffers are no stranger to comic book references. The duffers have already directly reffed xmen, wonderwoman, and green lantern. Kali's place also has a comic book ref to 'the invisibles' on the wall. While the s4 movie list mentions thor ragnock , age of ultron, and 2 batman films. Some of these refs will go over your head if you haven't read my DID theory. But a lot of this analysis will still be enjoyable. :)

Jane st ives (jane ives aka el). marvel. (jane st ives sees her dad k*ll her mom and vows revenge against him.Sort of similar to what brenner did to terry).

Stephanie harrington (Steve harrington)- 80s marvel comic. DP.7. Will DID ref. Antibody, is a medical resident who can project from his body a dark figure of himself (also called an "antibody", a word play on the medical term) that flies, can become intangible, and transfer its memories to another person by physical contact (mindflayer). He later merges with the antibody. like how susie refs ‘wizard of earthsea’ -the novel where the young wizard Ged releases a shadow monster (said to be an ancient evil) but it turns out to be the dark aspects of his personality and the only way for the chaos to stop is to accept his darkness and merge as 1.

Barry bauman (Murray bauman) . marvel comics - Will did easteregg.Bauman lived in never ending darkness. He felt, that there was a realm outside the darkness and started to explore the entire content of his brain thus using now more than the usual 10 % .Also had telekinesis.He turned his attention to the stars in order to exact revenge on the human race which spends billions of dollars to kill each other, but wouldn't spend the mere million or so it would have cost to cure him. For his vengeance he transported the suns near our galaxy into his omnipotent brain. As the people of Earth would learn of the disappearing of the suns they would panic and feel Bauman's loneliness before he would destroy Earth.Despite the death of his physical body, Bauman's consciousness somehow survived and began hopping from body to body throughout the galaxy, his powers growing until the Star Thief was recognized as a major threat to galactic society.

Sinclair- last name of xmen rhaine. Will Did ref. storyline Rahne Sinclair is mentally bonded to Havok against her will(Will/mf).She is subsequently manipulated by the Shadow King. Her bond with Havok causes her to act irrationally, sometimes threatening teammates, sometimes by flirting with them. She undergoes more than one attempt to undo the bonding, with varying results. Her instability also manifests in many odd dreams, in which her identity is merged into pop culture figures. What’s funny is charlie heaton (jonathan byers) was just in an xmen movie with this Rhaine character.

Victor creel (s4)-sounds like mutant victor creed of the xmen comic. x men Mutant with ab*sive dad and poor socioeconomic background. He had a "birthday tradition" of ab*sing his young relatives on their birthdays. Which reminds me of Lonnie making jonathan cry for a week (because he forced him to k*ll a rabbit on his b-day). Not to mention Lonnie is prob coming back for Will’s b day in s4... so... the name is prob a ref to that ‘birthday tradition’. Could also be a stephen king reference -since Duffers love him. The Creel family was in sk’s book “pet cemetary’-which fun fact (the actress who plays El’s aunt is in the recent remake)!

Yuri (s4)-Yuri Topolov (Russian: Юрий Тополов) was a Soviet scientist and the first foe of the Hulk.

Dimitri (s4)-Dmitri Bukharin was born in Kuibyshev, Russia (some sources say Moscow). First appeared in Iron man.

Peter ballard ( s4 character) may just be a hellfire ref . since I guy with last name ballard was a double agent for the hellfire club (name of st s4 ep 1). And ballard means bald which the actor is certainly not lol. I don't think he's literally associated with hellfire but its just a ref. And because its implied in his st character summary despite working for the mental hospital-where brenner is most likely at- he's horrified by the treatment of the psych patients. So that may be where the double agent aspect would come into play.

Ian Hargrove (billy hargrove)- batman comics. had a history of mental health problems dating back to childhood, which his parents were unable to afford treatment for. His brother John hargrove tried to keep him out of trouble but Ian developed an uncanny talent for explosives (will the wise fire powers). He ends up at Archam asylum. Cough billy is Will's alter. Why he has the name billy (a nickname for William) . Jonathan in s2 mentions how he likes the writer vonnegut- who wrote slaughter house 5- the main character was Billy. Already mentioned how it connects to my did theory .

Jason carver (s4)- carver is the last name of the comic hero thunderbolt (in the flash)-the first name of thunderbolt is Will and his brother is named Lonnie. There was also a John carver in the comic.

Holland (barb's last name) last name of Swamp thing. I think its plot has quite a few s4/5 spoilers but Im not diving into it right now.

Names associated with religions or mythology

(if you’ve read my DID theory- some themes will appear relevant in relation WIll’s alters or to WIll’s past/tr*uma).

-‘Kali prasad".Kali is the name of a Hindu goddess . Kali’s iconography and mythology commonly associate her with death, violence, s*xuality, but also paradoxically -motherly love. In myths ‘she only k*lls demons’ and is described as ‘overflowing with incomprehensible love for her children’ - (aka ST’s Kali k*lling people from hawkins lab for hurting kids). Her third eye stands for wisdom (like Will the wise).Kali is called at times ‘ the bright fire of truth’ (will the wise/fire powers).The devotee makes her image in his heart and under her influence burns away all limitations and ignorance in the cremation fires. This inner cremation fire in the heart is the gyanagni (fire of knowledge), which kali bestows (cough Will the wise-fire powers). The goddess also could create a darkcloud of lightning (similar to the mf). The phrase “brilliant as a dark cloud” is a snippet of one such prayer dedicated to Kali.The name Kali is derived from the Hindu word that means “time”. Kali receives her name because she devours ‘kala’ (Time)- like clocks ticking when El sees demogorgan/clock being wonky when Will see mf/clocks in s4 promos.’ After devouring time she resumes her own dark formlessness. “This transformative effect can be metaphorically illustrated in the West as a black hole in space” (cough mf cough hopper blackhole/time refs). Kali’s s2 butterfly-“Kali is the Hindu goddess associated with eternal energy. ... The cocoon, butterfly and the karmic golden wheel reflect Her deep connection with life.”And Prasād (her last name) is a material substance that is a religious offering to gods in Hinduism .

-While, EL is the name of a Cannanite (male) god associated with “salt water “ (pool filled with salt in s1) who “dwelled in a tent” (in s1 Mike’s blanket fort) .And his gray-beard was described as " "full of wisdom.” él’ in Spanish means ‘he’- which could be a nod at her ( androgynous) presentation in s1. El can also be translated to "God" or 'god'. The el character has various mythologies depending on which culture/ religion is using the term 'el'. In the post-biblical period, "el" became a regular element in the names of angels such as "Gabri·el," "Micha·el," and "Azri·el," to denote their status as divine beings.And Jane translates to " Yahweh (god) is gracious/merciful". The cannanite god El was also dubbed “Compassionate God of Mercy.” Earlier, a ninth century B.C.E. inscription identifies Ēl- the name of the Babylonian water god Ea, lord of the watery subterranean abyss (cough watery dark void in st). Terry (el’s mom-aka Teressa) was originally used in the Middle Ages for a “child baptized in holy water” (El in the sensory water tank/Terry used it too,according to Becky in s1). Eleanor (called this in s1)- can mean "sun ray" (possible the opposite of the ‘shadow monster’ or Kali who can represent a “black hole”).

-Will-the s4 st movie lists (‘red dragon’, gods of monsters, & ‘blade runner’ ) mention the artist and writer William Blake (specifically his painting of the angel michael fighting a dragon in revelations - reffed in st s1). He was one of many painters part of the exhibition of “ The World Turned Upside Down: Apocalyptic Imagery.”The World Turned Upside Down explores the myriad ways that artists in England visualized the apocalypse in a period fraught with political, religious, economic, and cultural change.

During this period Blake was commissioned to create over a hundred paintings intended to illustrate books of the Bible along with revelations . He also drew illustrations for the novel Dante’s inferno. Blake’s brutally satirizes oppressive authority in church and state.He said those who proclaim restrictive moral rules and oppressive laws as “goodness” are in themselves evil. Hence to counteract this repression, Blake announces that he is of the “Devil’s Party” (cough hellfire club ref-and dissing the satanic panic of the hellfire club and other marginilised groups) . He also says “men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast.” So Instead of looking for God on remote altars, Blake warns, man should look within.He produced a diverse and symbolically rich œuvre, which embraced the “imagination as “the body of God.” He wrote his own stories based on biblical writings- one includes the fire wielding character of Los (will the wise) who represented jesus. Los (like jesus does in revelations) causes the destruction of the world and the second judgment unfolds. The poem ends with Los’s unfallen state rising up and shepherding in science and removing the dark religions. I also talked about how this story ‘book of los’ hints at the DID theory-but this is getting long-so you can just read the explanation here if interested. Also, hellooo Both names are William B(yers/lake). Billy (a alter of Will-sharing the name William) in s3 he even wore “lady of pillar” medallion- i.e about jesus/mary.

JOHN (supposedly Jesus’ blood relative- who wrote ‘revelations’.) In scripture John was called “the disciple whom Jesus loved as a brother” .Fire is the most typical element associated with the Saint John's Eve celebration (Jonathan did light the demogorgan on fire). Many scholars consider John & Jesus ("apocalyptic prophets"). Jonathan itself translates to " yahweh (god ) has given" in Hebrew.

Michael- Similar to kali, he’s a religious figure known for killing demons. He’s the arch-angel from the book of revelations (Apocalypse). A evil Beast (with seven heads usually translated to ‘satan’ or ‘dragon’) appears .“it was a 7″ causes Will to be attacked by the demogorgan ( which in d&d is a demon with multiple heads). The Archangel MICHAEL fought and defeated this 7 headed beast/satan. Corresponding with Mike at the end of s1 writing a fictional d&d story for Will (based off defeating the demogorgan) which was about helping kill a 7 HEADED MONSTER! Michael is also the archangel who oversees on Earth the natural element of fire (Mike telling Will the wise to use ‘fireball’ to defeat this same 7 headed monster in the game, at the end of s1)! Ironically though Jesus /Christian god is also associated with 7s a lot (he has 7 angels and during the apocalypse causes 7 plagues , he has 7 candles etc .)cause the number seven, represented ‘perfection’ according to ancient numerology . Will’s b day is March 22- (3) +2+2 =7 (“it was a 7”). Will’s bday even falls in what christians call “the holy week”( the week immediately preceding Easter.) At the end of s1 they even defeat this 7 headed monster because Will rolls a 14 (which can be broken down into two 7s). Michael & William also have 7 letters in each of their names respectively- equating to this 14. This dragon biblical story (of Michael) is also William blake’s most popular painting. Also, random fact in revelations god has a rainbow throne (with thunder /lightning -will the wise powers- coming from the throne, and seven lit torches next to it ) . He also wears a rainbow halo. Lol. Michael also roughly translates to ( 'Who like el?' The answer being roughly translated to ' no one like el' ... which i mean literally is saying there is no one similar to her. But I still think its a linguistic pun/ burn that Mike is not actually into El romantically).

Jim (James) hopper- According to the s3 script Hopper’s real name is James. JAMES (JIM) was an apostle to jesus- brother of john. And in the bible was called a ’son of thunder ’. Will’s powers/ hopper being an alter of Will's so technically brother of jonathan and thunder powers. Not to mention David on Instagram saying hopper has " he has risen. like bread" is a Jesus ref to 'he has risen"... even the bread ref could be a catholic ref to the last supper.

Martin Brenner/marsha holland- have their first name reference the roman god Mars who was originally a ‘thunder or storm deity’ (will the wise/mf powers). EL (in cannanite mythology) also allowed Baal the storm god to rule the entire earth.

ROBIN- was the God of Thunder’s- Thor’s- favorite bird. And Dustin also means ‘Thor’s stone.’The red belly robin is also an important bird in Christianity. Legend has it that the robin got its red belly from a fire in which it was trying to protect Jesus. Robin also name drops the greek god prometheus- the god of fire (will the wise) who brought human beings life and knowledge. And Steve looks at Robin and says "let there be light" a biblical passage. The robin represents selflessness for a higher truth.

Barb- Saint BARBara- dad kept her locked away from the outside world (like el/brenner) . He tried to k*ll her when he learned she didn’t believe in his religion- so the dad was punished by “god” who electrocuted him with lightning/lit him on fire. (Will the wise powers).

Nancy- is derived from a medieval diminutive of Annis, an English form of Agnes. There’s the christian saint Agnes- who was beautiful and from a wealthy family. She was the Christian saint of girls and v*rginity . And the duffers subverted this along with the problematic horror movie trope of the ' v*rgin female heroine surviving while her more se*ually liberated female friends are punished by the villain' ( by having her survive specifically because she decided to have s*x).Agnes was also led out and bound to a stake, but (allegedly) the bundle of wood would not burn, or the flames parted away from her (will the wise fire powers). Also people claimed that any man who tried to r*pe her was struck blind.

Hopper's wife’s name -Dianne- is also the roman goddess of ,nature, hunting and wild animals( and greek equivalent to Artemis) .Becky means ‘snare’ -for hunting animals .Teressa (Terry) means ' huntress'. The name was originally used in the Middle Ages for a child baptized in holy water . Name of 2 saints-Teresa of Avila and Therese of Lisieux. Lonnie’s gf (Cynthia) was originally an epithet of the Greek goddess Artemis, as well.

Power couple Angela & jake (s4) - Angela means 'messenger of God". And Jake (also means ”supplanter”) is derived from jacob. Jacob was the son of Isaac and Rebecca in genesis. El’s aunt,Becky (Rebecca) is wife of isaac.Other theories claim that Jacob is in fact derived from a hypothetical name like יַעֲקֹבְאֵל (Ya'aqov'el) meaning "may God protect".The name jacob is also where the names James/jim is derived from.

couple Steve spies on in s3- Anna Jacobi & Mark Lewinsky. Anna ( name of the mother of the Virgin Mary) Jacobi ("he who supplants"-aka same meaning as jim since both names are derived from jacob). Mark (”the god mars”-same meaning as martin brenner) .Lewinsky (lion-same name meaning as Lonnie). Also derived from the Hebrew root לוי‎ (leví, “priest”)

Joyce means "lord". Could also be a ref to the ('unofficial') saint Joyce who gave up wealth to live in poverty.

Ted-is the short form of the names Theodore and Edward. Theodore is a Greek name meaning "gift of God", Edward has an English origin and means "wealthy guard." Eddie (from s4) also means ‘wealthy guard”

Holly (nancy and Mike's sis)- Holly meanings are 'One who is pious' or 'sacred'

Karen- can be short for Katherine-one of the first christian saints.”Saint Katherine of the Wheel “(er). A 4th century martyr who suffered t*rture on a spiked wheel. Wheeler does mean ‘occupational name for a maker of wheels’ after all.

Gospel of LUKE (lucas?) , or simply Luke, tells of the origins, birth, ministry, death, resurrection, and ascension of Jesus Christ.

Sinclair- Catholic saint of computers and TV screens (i mean... he is in the av club).

MAXimilian was deemed a saint in the 1980s- saint of journalists and radios. (Both aspects of s3)

Saint stephen/steven ( STEVE)-an early disciple and deacon . Considered one of the first m*rtyrs of the church.Stephen is first mentioned in the Acts of the Apostles as one of seven deacons appointed by the Apostles to distribute food (lol icecream) .According to Orthodox belief, he was the eldest and is therefore called “archdeacon”.

Sara- Her name is a feminine form of sar (Hebrew: שַׂר‎), meaning “chieftain” or “prince." She was the wife and sister of Abraham (ew -given her being an alter of Will though, such a name doesn’t surprise me). Similar to st Barabara’s dad - Abraham tried to k*ll his son isaac in the name of god. Becky (El's aunt) - is derived from Rebecca - wife of Isaac.

Claudia (Dustin's mom)- Christian woman of Rome greeted by Paul in his second letter to Timothy (in the bible).

Sam mayfield (max's dad) - Short for Samuel or Samantha, from the Biblical name Shemu'el, which means "God has heard", from the Hebrew shama, meaning "heard" and el, meaning "God". Samuel is rumored to be argyle first name.

Marsha Kelly (s4)- Kelly means "frequents churches" or " bright headed". Given she's a counselor the bright headed pun makes sense. But maybe she's not to be trusted if she frequents churches during a satanic panic arc which was fueled by Christian religious extremism . Or she's someone who contrasts the rest of the religious people in town since she's not originally from hawkins...who knows. x files’ main character was catholic but in one ep she criticized a small town for the satanic panic occurring-and says how accusing these kids who listen to rock as satanic or being k*llers is ludicrous.

Peter ballard (s4) - Peter was also the name of an apostle.

Tina (side character s2)- like christy (s4) it’s short for Christina which translates to "follower of christ" or 'stream'. Tina was the gal who hosted the t halloween party and also the name of one of Erica’s friends in s3.

Samantha (goth girl jonathan talks to in s2 party) translates to "told by god".

Tommy (s1-2) "God's gift" or "twin".Thomas is the Greek variation of the Aramaic name Ta’oma’. It came about because there were too many apostles named Judas; Jesus renamed one Thomas—meaning "twin"—to distinguish him from Judas Iscariot and the Judas also known as Thaddeus.

carol (tommy’s gf)- Carol is the short form of Caroline and the meaning is derived from the English vocabulary word for “song” or “hymn". A hymn being a religious song or poem.

Benny ( who helped El at his dinner) - originally derived from latin bennedictus which means "blessed"

Stacey (s2-3 ) rejected dustin at dance. Stacey- "resurrection "

Grigori (the guy following and tracking hopper, Joyce, and alexi)- The name was adopted by early Christians heedful of the Biblical passage located in 1 Peter 5:8, “Be sober-minded; be watchful."grigory now means 'watchful and vigalent'

Alexi- prob based on the russian folklore story of alexy. A clever priest's son who tricks a dragon.

Harrington- similar to Robin's religious animal iconography. Harrington means 'he goat'.The most popular image of the Satanic goat dates back to the ever-mysterious Knights of Templar, who were accused of worshipping an idol known as Baphomet (a 1/2 human 1/2 goat man). Roman Catholic society decried it as a demon that demanded human sacrifice — but it would take a few more centuries before the goat became a truly occult symbol.Anton Lavey adopted Baphomet as the sigil of the Church of Satan in 1966, and it has appeared on countless metal album covers. But, Baphomet isn't the lone source of inspiration for our goat-like depictions of Satan.it's also believed that early Christians, seeking to demonize preexisting Pagan traditions, drew comparisons between the Devil and the Greek god Pan (god of nature), who happened to resemble a goat.Some cited how in revelations- during the apocalypse- Jesus separates the 'lambs from the goats'. ( supposedly Good vs bad)

Given the fact s3 alluded to the satanic panic. A Christian movement in the 80s that demonized and said d&d ,rock music, homosexuality, other religions, stephen King,horror films, wearing black,and non conservative ideology were 'satanic.' I wouldn't be surprised by this possible ref. Heck even William Blake criticized similar religious movements in his own time period. Several movies from the s4 list allude to this. The most obvious being the documentary paradise lost (named after the fictional retelling of satan/adam and eve story) - the documentary directly focuses on a witch hunt of rock loving teens (wrongfully accused of m*rders) in a small town during the satanic panic. Not to mention ironically s4 is hinted to be around easter. So Using such symbolism to address religious fundamentalism and the bigotry/hysteria it can cause isn't surprising. No i’m not lumping all religious people into this negative category- obviously.

Other Names with similar definitions

*Hunting /forests woods, nature, animals

Hunters and people in forrests

name meaning : becky - snare (a trap for catching birds or animals). Teressa-huntress. Dianne/Cynthia (Hopper’s ex wife/Lonnie’s gf) - is a roman/greek goddess of hunting and wild animals. Rhadaghast- Will's password for cb is a lothr wizard who protects forests/wildlife.martin/marsha- previously god of agriculture/plants.As an agricultural guardian, he was believed to directed his energies toward creating conditions that allow crops to grow, which may include warding off hostile forces of nature (pumpkins rotting in s2). El in phoenician culture was called Elus and its Greek equivalent Cronus (god of agriculture) steve- he goat- associated with pan- god of fields, groves, wooded glens . brenner- ‘someone who cleared forests by burning’. the blond women, Brenner worked with, Fraizer- “of the forrest men”

* FUN FACT: Kali’s name originally was going to be ‘Roman’ (which is derived from Romulus-the son of Mars... aka Martin Brenner) .

Trees

Ives and owens- ives means 'yew wood' while Owen means 'yew tree. ' bauman- nickname for someone who lived near a tree.comes from the German word "baum," or "boum" in Middle High and Old German, meaning "tree’. Jennifer hayes- Jennifer derived from Old English words "jenefer", "genefer" and "jinifer", all of which were variants of Juniper used to describe the juniper tree.Lonnie means "oak tree; or lion". Lion plushie in cb and the lion el has along with the tree establishes a connection between all 3 maybe? Oak groves were especially sacred to the goddess dianna too. Buckley (it has many different translations) - Old English "boch ley" (with boch meaning beech tree and ley meaning wood, glade or clearing).

Nature

buckley if translated from "bok lee," means meadow, or field. mayfield- open country (field) where madder (mæddre) grows. Holland- wood land, Bruce (who was also possessed) - means WILLow lands . Keith (s2-3) : woods or forrest.Hargrove- meadow filled with rabbits (Jonathan’s hunting story).Holloway is a topographic surname, which was given to a person who resided near a physical feature such as a hill, stream, or type of tree. Tina means 'river' . Burness (guy who claimed he jumped into quarry)-stream. Neil- cloud. Lowe (Bruce's last name)-This surname is derived from a geographical locality 'at the low,' i.e. the hill. Hayes means "hedged area'.

Flowers

Flo (hopper's secretary)- means flower. Suzie- lily flower. Susan (Max’s mom)- means lily, lotus flower or rose. Karen (in Japanese can mean)- flower, lotus, or water lily. Heather is also a variety of small shrubs with pink or white flowers which commonly grow in rocky areas. Erica is a type of "heather" plant. martin/marsha: in the legend of Mars,his mother become pregnant with him using a magic flower- which was given to her by the goddess flora.

Bright (aka intelligent)

Bob- nickname of Robert . Both Bob and Robert mean 'bright, shinning or fame'. Aka smart -he's called ' Bob the brain ' for a reason.

Robin- is also diminutive of Robert . And we all know robin is smart too. Being multilingual/ cracking the code.Robin (like Robert) also means 'bright, shining , or fame.'

Lucas- means "bright" or "shinning" aka he's also a smart cookie. His firework plan saving the day.

Lonnie and Larry (the mayor) can both be nicknames for Lawrence which also means ' bright one' or 'shinning one'. Well... both are cunning I'll give them that. Lonnie is unfortunately ...smart. I think this detail had other foreshadowing. Joyce to Will about Will the wise ' if he's so wise why does he need the fireballs? can't he just outsmart the bad guys? " Will: " yeah. Usually. BUT sometimes the bad guys are smart too." I never understood why on earth Joyce would be with someone as awful as Lonnie in the first place- than be with his literal opposite Bob- but maybe she just found intelligence attractive?

Names associated with thunder/lightning/fire (Like Will/mf/Will the wise)

Byers-reprsents Greek Zeus (god of thunder/lightning). Martin - references the roman god Mars who was originally a ‘thunder or storm deity’ .ROBIN- was the German God of Thunder’s- Thor’s- favorite bird. And Dustin also means ‘Thor’s stone.’Jim- “son of thunder”. Christian god- has throne (surrounded by thunder /lightning). Kali- could summon thunder storms.Nancy/Barb-both saints associated with fire. Kali-is called at times ‘ the bright fire of truth’ /and bestows the fire of knowledge. Robin also name drops the greek god prometheus- the god of fire. Mars -the keeper of Rome's perpetual flame . The Robin bird in a Christian story myth protects Jesus from hell's fire. William Blake- wrote about a fire wielding character of Los who represented jesus. Jesus during end times wields fire. Michael is the archangel who oversees on Earth the natural element of fire. Fire is the most typical element associated with the Saint John's Eve celebration (Saint John- called Jesus’s brother).

Animals (and their symbolism)

Byers- means ‘ cattle shed’.The Greeks considered the bull animal totem to be a symbol of Zeus (god of thunder and lighting - will the wise powers). He is the head of the gods and the almighty ruler of Olympus. I”n hinduism, Shiva is known as Gorakhnath, means the lord of the cows. And is also known as, Pasupathinath, the lord of all animals (similar to Rhadaghast). According to some scholars, Shiva’s association with cows and bulls might date back to the Indus Valley period. Cows have a special significance in Hinduism, as aspects of Mother Goddess and as symbols of selfless service. Mahatma Gandhi declared the protection of cows a central feature of Hinduism.Hindus worship cows as the Mother Goddess and symbol of motherhood, kindness and forbearance.”

Tigers: (Sarah’s plushie/ Hawkin’s macott/ Will & Mike have tiger posters in their rooms): The goddess Kali & God Shiva wore a tiger skin (this fact was actually mentioned by Kali in the prequel novel ‘suspicious minds’ ).”In many tribal traditions of India, the tiger (or lion) is worshipped as a god. In some Hindu hymns the domestic fires are compared to the tigers that guard the house.Tigers also figure prominently in many Indian folk-tales, Jataka-stories, and the Panchatantra.”

Lions:(Lonnie means ‘lion’ and el and Will have matching lion plushies)- In the Bible, the lion has two opposite meanings: it is compared to the Devil (1 Pet 5:8) and to Christ (Rev 5:5). Aka: Lonnie is the devil. The kids are the opposite. Nancy also compares the demogorgan to a lion. “In many tribal traditions of India, the lion is worshipped as a god.One of the ten incarnations of Vishnu is Narasimha, who has the head and shoulders of a lion, but the torso of a human.Goddess Durga, a fierce form of Parvathi or Shakti, has a golden lion as her vehicle, while Rahu, a planetary guard, rides upon a black lion as his vehicle.Lions form an important part of Hindu religious art. The face of the lion (simha-mukha) is used in images and sculpture in many Hindu temples to decorate the doors, walls, arches, and windows.The memorial pillar at Saranath contains four beautifully carved standing lions at the top on a round abacus representing the imperial power. They now constitute the official emblem of the government of India.”

El almost k*lling a cat- “Some superstitious beliefs are also associated with cats in Hinduism. For example, killing a cat is considered a grave sin, for which one may have to offer prayers and give in charity at least seven golden images of the killed cat. “

Harrington- he goat. Buckley- has various translations. Anglo-Saxon: ‘bucc and leah’ meaning goat and wood respectively. And obviously there’s the robin-bird. And I've already discussed their symbolism. Goat= baphomet/pan.

Robin- thor's fav bird/ helped Jesus from hell's fire.

Buckley- can also translate to " field filled with deer" (like the deer attacked by the demogrogan or the bambi film jon reffed in relation to the hunting story about lonnie).And Karen ( when from it’s Hebrew origins) can mean- antler or horn. Also the caananite God el was usually depicted with animal horns on his head.Diana in Roman art usually is accompanied by a hound (demo dog) or deer. Because of the story of her turning an attempted r*pist-hunter into a deer/ and then causing dogs to attack him. Deer is also one of the symbolic animals accepted since early Christianity as an allegory of Jesus Christ and the Christian Disciple. And when associated with Shiva (kali's husband) in Hindu iconography, the deer omen denotes sovereignty over nature and symbolizes the lord of all animals, humans, and the King of the Forest. In many visual and written illustrations, human beings and deer appear as close companions and in some cases, humans adopt the face or antlers of a deer, in images more common in stories of human strife. Deer also have a supernatural significance and appear as apparitions of divinity and in legends of spiritual awakening.

Hargrove- meadow filled with rabbits (like the rabbit lonnie made jonathan k*ll.) Hopper sounds like thumper the rabbit- which jonathan mentions in relation to bunnies . And ... idk... Hopper did make that pun in s3 about bunnies to Larry (lawerence) ? We also have rabbit refs elsewhere like with- el in Benny's. They play the song 'white rabbit' a song referencing Alice in wonderland and in el's room at Terry's house is the white rabbit from that story. Also paralleling to jonathan- el was almost made to k*ll a cat by her father (Cheshire cat aka Alice in wonderland ref + cats are associated with magic powers/witch craft).In Celtic folklore, the rabbit is seen as a supernatural being from the Otherworld.The rabbit symbolism in Christianity has found its way through the Germanic deity Eostre from which the name Easter came to be (s4 will most likely have the Easter holliday).One tale describes the rabbit as the pet of Jesus Christ. And rabbits were often inserted into art of jesus' mother .

Creel- basket or container of fish.fish is taken as symbolizing Christ’s faith, charity, and abundance. A biblical story goes how Christ fed his disciples with 2 fishes and called them “fishers of men.” The Christians made an acrostic from the Greek word for fish, “ichthys” as early as the first century and it is, “Iesous Christos Theou Yios Soter”, meaning Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior.

Names hinting at character traits (which are very literal)

Mr clarke (science teacher)- clarke means 'scholar'

Dottie (in kali's gang)- she was in an insane asylum . And ‘Dotty’ is a very old British slang term for 'crazy'

War (usually relates to ‘villains’)

Troy- means ' foot soldier'. Martin brenner: Martin means 'war like'. Lonnie is diminutive of Alonzo or Lawrence. Alonzo means 'ready for battle'.

In contrast to Lonnie, Will can mean "desiring peace. " Axel who is part of Kali’s crew (who i think Will created along with others ) even means "father is peace."

Twin

Tom (Heather's dad) and Tommy mean ‘twin’. Robin's crush Tammy ('twin') Thompson ( 'son of tom’).

* Besides similar/identical name meanings.There’s also a lot of other repeated names that go into this whole twin/mirror imagery which i find strange... makes me wonder about @strangertheory ‘s version of the did theory. If not...maybe it’s just a allusion to the whole Will vs Will the wise arc (possibly) coming up?

Jennifer hayes (popular girl) & Jen (Mr clarke’s gf). Tina (highschool gal) & Tina- erica’s friend- Tina & christy are also nicknames of christina (s4 character). Susie (dustin’s gf) & susan (max’s mom). Sam (max’s dad) and Samantha (girl at party)/ samuel (possibly argyle). Billy Hargrove, Bill (dianne’s new huband), and Will-all being nicknames for William. Robin & Bob-nicknames for Robert. Lonnie & Larry-nicknames for Lawerence. Ted & Eddie being nicknames for Edward.James (Will’s bully), Jim Hopper (real name James), jacobi, and jason- all 4 are derived from jacob . Marsha Holland (barb’s mom) and marsha kelly (therapist s4)/martin relate to mars. Tom (reporter), tommy (highschooler), thompson (other highschooler).

it’s definitely peculiar to repeat names like this in a story. Unless it means ...something... I talked about how David was mentioning alot of doppelganger/twin imagery recently-here. So the name mirroring could just be an allusion to the Will/WW arc coming up ...possibly?

#will byers #mike wheeler #el hopper #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #jim hopper #steve harrington #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #murray bauman #robin buckley #byler #kali prasad #martin brenner #lonnie byers #stranger things #stranger things theory #billy hargrove

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jd07201990 · 7 years

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Well, I guess there are worse fates than ending up the absolute epitome of a, “Prettyboy Meathead” who’s “All Brawn and no Brain” or a, “Smelly Brute”

You see, I used to be the captain of the Chess Club. Short, scrawny, specky redheaded beanpole with acne, a lisp, stuttering with anxiety. But now, They really did a number on me... Who’s they? The football team! That’s who! They’d been bullying me ever since I transferred to this school, having argued for home schooling instead, but losing out and ending up a freshman here. They targeted me right off the bat, first day, “fresh meat” as they called me, while throwing me into a dumpster. This repeated itself for a few weeks, until finally I’d had enough, and lost it.

Yup, I admit it, I lost it. Total tantrum. But I swear, I didn't mean to break the quarterback’s ankle! All I’d meant to do is... well, I mean I didn’t know what I meant to do, I just charged at him, screaming about how they were all just pretty trophy boys, worthless mindless meatheads, disgusting sweaty animals, plowing head first into his rock solid abs. We both went tumbling down the wheelchair ramp, myself stopped by a column, while he continued, crashing into a display case and howling in a deep rumbling rage.

That afternoon, when the nurse and the ambulance EMT’s concurred that his ankle was shattered in 2 places, taking him off the roster for the big game and chance at the championship, the team was not so thrilled with me. Hell, the whole damn school wanted to lynch me! I had to leave early, my parents getting a phone call to pick me up. I was reamed out the whole way home. My mother nearly had an asthma attack she was screeching so loud.

My dad, while still joining in on the reaming, seemed almost, proud. There was a little shimmer in his eye that I’d never seen before. It lasted only a second though as my mom hit her stride and went into full parental meltdown. I’d never seen her this angry.

Only a day passed before we got a call from the school. I was expelled, unless my parents and I agreed to a few demands. My mother, trying to save my academic career, agreed before even hearing them. My dad though, agreed to a meeting with the Principal, and oddly, the coach of the Football team.

Heading over to the school was like a motorized death march. The car ride dead silent, treading into the school and down to the Sports offices where both the Coach and Principal were having a heated debate. I only caught a blurb or two before they noticed us and quieted down. Something about “coach’s special training”

I found out during the hour long meeting, that the Coach had me in mind for replacing Blake, the Quarterback I’d taken off the field. Everyone, including the principal had their reasons as to why I couldn’t, myself as well, but Coach wouldn’t have it. He claimed that he could have me in playing condition before the big game, and, if I played, I could keep going to school, the expulsion would be voided.

Again, my mom agreed fully, signing the forms before my dad could stop her. My dad though, asked questions. The answered were vague, everything was about “focus, drive, determination, and making up for my mistakes” After a good 25 minute spiel, my dad too signed the form, signing my academic life away to a man who was quite literally an entire team’s worth of brawn packed into one.

Long story short, the game was in 6 weeks. My training started immediately, as well as a strict diet, supplements that coach provided, all of my study halls and my time on the chess team was forfeited to Coach, during which I was to watch football videos and take notes.

Weird thing is, after a few videos and days taking the supplements, I couldn't really take notes... Strange, as I’d been a straight A Student. I just couldn’t. It was too boring. Even stranger, I couldn’t sit still. My body felt jolted and alive, my muscles aching and warm, feeling like they were going to burst off of me. I sat, squirming in my seat watching the videos, mindlessly taking in the plays, when, day by day, my body seemed to change.

First came the sweat. No matter how little I was active. Even just sitting at school or home, I was sweating, sometimes profusely. Soaking through my clothes, and, rather embarrassingly, stinking through my deodorant and body wash. by day 3, I reeked, constantly, I could smell myself. People noticed as well, the football team calling me stinky, and Jockstrap. Others moved away from me in the halls, or left seats empty near me in classes. However, sometimes I’d catch some of the prettier girls, especially the ditzy Barbie type, taking side glances at me, their eyes lingering on me for a moment before shaking their heads and running off giggling

Then came the muscle spasms and odd unexplained growth spurts. I was a late bloomer, short and thin. but each passing day added a bit of height, a bit of weight, becoming more solid and dense. I had one night in particular where I woke up screaming in pain as my body cracked and expanded, until I’d ended up a week later, 6′2″ 140lbs or so, looking solid, but not brawny. Well, not brawny, YET.

After the growth spurts, the videos lessened, and it was time for on field practice. Alone at first, then with the team. I can’t remember most of it, Coach would say something strange to me, and I’d lose track of time, waking up dazed and dizzy in the locker room with a towel around my waist, wet from the shower, or naked soaping up my body mindlessly as the hot water boiled away my thoughts.

I noticed now that I had bushy, wiry hair under my arms, and a dense collection around my groin, which, after the 4rth practice wearing a cup, felt packed and swollen. Each night I was jerking off load after load, feeling as if each jet caused my balls to swell and churn, until after a week, I had a veritable salami between my legs, with egg sized nuts in a musky, furry sack. The team took notice too, and started calling me Donkey. a nickname that encompassed my densely packed bulk, my large pendulous cock, and the always constant reek of musty stink coming off my body.

It was at this point that my mother tried to stop the whole thing. She cried when she watched my grades plummet, watched me get bigger, brawny and brutish, while out nightly dinner talks about the day and world news skidded to a halt, replaced by football, coach, the team, girls. My dad however, loved every moment! He’d even helped me move out all of my nerdy crap from my room, to replace it with a weight bench and a shelf for future trophies.

After practiced and the changed to my body, coach had me work up my arms to beefy, thick bulging dense pythons, my biceps rounded, with a vein running down its length even at resting. My chest as well, widened my shoulders and held my pads up like a statue. I was quite built now, lumbering round at about 162lbs, when he stopped me after a grueling workout, held my head in his hands and said it was time for the last details in my reparations for ruining his star player.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, as he brought out a tin with gel inside, a pair of cleats that looked about 4 sizes too big, and a jockstrap and cup that seemed to pulsate menacing in his hand. without pause, he greased up his gloved hands and smeared the gel into my hair. it burned, and smelled of sulfur. I thought he was going to make me bald! Until I felt my hair thickening, rustling on its own with the gel mixing with my sweat, leaving me with an oddly boyish, yet decidedly bro-like Bieber cut. I could see my reflection in one of the mirrors, my hair was that of one of those pretty boys you see on TV! Thick and luscious, styled perfectly to the side, it’d stay like this without effort, as I found out soon after.

Then he forced me to sit on the bench behind me, took off my size 12 workout sneakers, tossed them across the room into a bin for lost and found items, and stuffed my feet into the huge cleats he’d brought in. My bare foot sunk into the sole of the cleat, feeling its warm, slimy texture. It felt like it’d recently been warn by a whole team during a month’s worth of games and practices. My feet itched intensely, all I could do was grunt In protest as the material seemed to tighten around my toes. Odd though, they didn't seem to be moving. Hearing a few harsh, cracking pops and feeling searing pain in my feet, then a disgusting, foul smell rising upward, Coach took the cleats off, and I was staring down at a pair of size 16 boats. Long splayed toes shining with sweat in the fluorescent lighting, stinking up the room, looking masculine and raunchy. He covered his nose with his collar and muttered, “fucking athlete’s foot, always brutal” as I felt the burning sensation between my toes.

Then, as I tried to use my new strength to break Coach’s hold on me, he pulled down my gym shirts, then my jockstrap, letting my hefty, hairy meat free. He wolf whistled, giving me a wink as he slipped the jockstrap up my legs, then stuffed the cup in the pouch, hefting my cock and balls into it. I was right, it was pulsating! It felt like it was gripping my package, squeezing hard, then letting go, repeating over and over rhythmically. As it did so, I could feel my balls churning up a thick, heavy load, while a sudden head rush seemed to knock my brain out of my skull. I felt high, dizzy, horny, as my entire body seemed to warm up, then it felt like I was boiling on the inside, as a dim, dull rag seemed to fill my head. I felt my crotch start to itch, and a burning in my throat. I grunted, them moaned, my voice cracking harshly upward, embarrassingly, before dropping low and dumb, a deep, dim sounding baritone rumble.

M head filled with thoughts of wild, aggressive games, fucking like a stallion, working out till I couldn’t move, all while the cup seemed to milk up a steady drizzle of precum that, I’d find out later, would continue to pour from me at the slightest thought of passing glance of a pretty chick. I felt the need to pound my opponents into the dirt on the field, my whole body in fire, as coach whispered all my new desperate desires for sports, sex, being a man, filling me with pent up needs. Then, he ripped the jock and cup off me as my eyes rolled back in my head, told me to get changed into the outfit you see above, for my Team photo in the yearbook. I grunted, “fuck yeah” and dressed, stating at the Smelly brute, with the pretty boy good looks and dim, no brains behind the eyes state, as he took my photo, and I filled my pants with cum.

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allhailthe-demonking · 7 years

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Big Guy - oneshot

aka That Time I Drank A Bottle Of Champagne And Accidentally Wrote Smut

Where Finn and his (unnamed, vague OC) girlfriend have been together for a little bit and in the few months since they first were intimate, she’s yet to get him out of his pants and return the favor. Features one bad Machine Gun pun because I have some restraint, but not a lot.

Her fingers card through Finn’s hair, gripping and tugging as she cries out her pleasure. Her head tosses from side to side, unable to keep still, moans and whimpers spilling from pretty pink lips as he continues his tongue’s loving assault between her thighs. His tongue, warm and velvet soft, undulates and teases her folds, working her ever higher. When his lips encircle her clit, swollen and throbbing from his attention, sucking wetly as her, she has to tug at his hair, trying to pull him away, the pleasure too much and making her body quake with another sweet release.

Finn growls, something deep and sexy, and pushes against her until she’s folded nearly in two and his mouth is on her again, wanting to hear her scream. His fingers, long and elegant and rough from years of disciplined work, grip at the tops of her thighs, holding her open for him to continue to devour. He’s not done, not even close. He peeks up at her, blue eyes nearly completely black with lust, nosing at her clit while his tongue flicks and teases and taunts her. He loves this; loves giving pleasure, loves knowing that every sigh and moan and scream ripped from her elegant throat is from him. He loves the way she tastes of warm vanilla and slightly salty musk, of the sweat of her exertion, completely unable to lay still so long as his tongue is playing its clever game with her pussy. He moans against her, letting his eyes slip shut as he presses tighter against her until his pointed tongue is so deep in her pretty, wet cunt that he can practically feel her cervix.

She wails pathetically, completely at his mercy, knowing that he’s never going to let her go so long as he can wring one more orgasm from her pliant body. She’s loose-limbed and warm, her whole body wracked with constant shivers. Every flick of his tongue inside her, swipe up her slick lips, suck on her engorged clit has her crying out, the pleasure holding that razor-sharp edge of pain from his overstimulation, but all it does is make her cries that much louder, her orgasm that much harder when her whole body spasms, legs tightening around his head, wave after wave knocking her breath away.

“Finn…Finn, baby, please, I can’t,” she gasps, trying hard to catch her breath. “’s too much.”

He hums, deep and knowing, and presses little open-mouthed kisses from her clit to taint, licking up her pleasure smugly. “You were perfect for me, Darlin’,” he practically coos, nuzzling at the crease of her thigh. “Rest now. I’ll be back after I shower.” He waits for her to nod her assent before he’s kissing just below her belly button and slipping out of the bed.

She settles bonelessly against the sheets, chest still heaving as she tries to catch her breath while he putters about the room and slips into the bathroom, cock straining against his shorts. In the few months since she and Finn had first become intimate, this had become normal: Finn holding her down while he worked her over with hands and mouth, bringing her orgasm after orgasm with startling proficiency until she was so fucked out and useless that she could barely speak, let alone return any favors. At first, she thought he was just a very good, very selfless lover, wanting to make sure she got hers first and maybe taking it a little too far. But now, days have turned to weeks have turned to months, and she still hasn’t even seen his cock, let alone touched it.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t tried. Gods, had she tried. She’d tried to slip into the bathroom after him the first time, and he’d sent her back to bed with a sweet kiss that held her lingering taste and a playful slap to her ass. He’d taken since to locking the bathroom door. So she tried waiting for him to come back to bed, some of her energy and mind restored, before cuddling up close to his side and trailing a hand down down down his chest to his beautiful abs and lower. But before she had reached the band of his boxer briefs, her hand was caught in his, brought to his mouth for a sweet kiss, and placed over his heart. “I’m fine, love,” he’d said, lips curled in a playful little smile. “Just you sleep, now.” She’d tried since then to slip her fingers beneath the top of his trunks after successful matches, intending to have her turn before he’d turned her entire being to jelly. He’d smacked her hand playfully and wagged one of those beautifully dexterous fingers in her face. “Ahh-ahh, now, you little minx. I’m on the clock.”

At this point, she didn’t know what to think. Maybe he didn’t like being touched sexually? She’d had friends and acquaintances over the years that had fallen somewhere on the asexual spectrum, and she certainly wouldn’t be upset with him if that was the case. But why hadn’t he told her that any of the times when she had tried to bring him pleasure? He wasn’t a virgin, of that she was sure. Karl and Luke had a dozen stories from their years together that certainly put that to rest. The only thing left, that she could think of, was that it was her.

She frowns at that. Could it be her? He didn’t seem to have any trouble with touching her, tasting her, working her body like he knew every secret touch and place which, frankly, she was pretty sure he did, the way that he always seemed to know what to do to give her just one more crashing, earth-shattering orgasm. Maybe he didn’t think she was good enough or experienced enough to bring him the same sort of pleasure.

Her frown only deepens as she hears the shower turn off.

She turns to her side, facing away from Finn’s spot and towards the hotel wall. She wiggles uncomfortably and closes her eyes, trying to will away her melancholy thoughts. She ignores the sounds of him coming back into the room, his bare feet padding quietly on the carpet as he settles his toiletries back into his bag before coming to gently rest behind her in the bed. He cuddles up against her back, arms wrapping around her to hold her close. He sighs, breath warm and minty against her neck.

—

“For fucks sake, Karl,” she groans into the phone. “I didn’t call you for you to make fun of me, I called you for help.”

She was at her wits end, navigating her rental car from the hotel to the arena for the night while speaking to him over the bluetooth speakers. She hadn’t known what else to do, who she could speak to, and decided on the decidedly less volatile former Club member.

“I don’t know what exactly you were expecting, Dollface,” he tells her, smirk evident in his voice. “You barely let me answer before you’re asking me, of all people, about your boyfriend’s dick.” It goes unsaid, but they’re both pretty proud that he hasn’t dissolved into “machine gun” jokes. Yet.

“You’ve known him forever, though. If you weren’t married, I’d think you two were the ones dating,” she points out, only a little bit joking. “He trusts you, which means I trust you. So why the hell won’t he let me suck him off or anything?” She almost wants to blush, but she’s so far passed it at this point. “You’ve gotta know something that I’m missing here.”

“Have you tried talking to Finn? Maybe?” he asks, infinite wisdom hidden somewhere in that beautiful bald head.

“Well, shit.”

—

She’s working with the crew to set up cameras and lighting for the backstage interviews when Finn leans against the wall with a cocked eyebrow. She excuses herself quickly, letting him take her hand and lead her to one of the empty dressing rooms.

“I’ve gotta ask ya, Love, why the fook Anderson is askin’ about m’cock?” he breathes out, somewhere between distressed and amused. “Worse yet, he’s got Gallows all worked up about wheder’r not ma ‘machine gun’ is jammed.”

She lets out a pitiful noise, hiding her face against Finn’s chest.

“Is dere sometin’ ya wanna tell me?” he asks when it’s clear she’s not going to answer.

“I just…you won’t let me touch you,” she mumbles, hoping his shirt hides her words. “He’s you best friend, I thought maybe he would know what was going on.” Finn tenses before her, and her hands fist in his shirt, refusing to let go. “You can’t tell me you didn’t think I’d noticed.”

“I’d hoped,” he admits, hands gently squeezing her hips. “I just…I did’n’ want you to leave.”

She goes still, confused. She pulls back, looking up into Finn’s ashamed blue eyes. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

Finn grunts, his eyes rolling. “I don’ want ya to leave after seein’ me.” He swallows hard, clearing trying to pick his words carefully. “I’m not exactly small down dere, Darlin’.”

As far as reactions go, she’s pretty sure laughter isn’t what he was expecting. “No shit, Finn. I’ve seen you in your trunks and they don’t exactly leave a lot to the imagination.” She looks up at him, feeling so much relief and adoration for the man she’s wrapping her arms around, but also feeling a bit like she should have been doing more to make him feel confident, and she has every intention to rectify that. “At the end of the day, you and me are a team and believe you me, we’ll make it work, Big Guy.” She winks at him playfully, leaning up to peck a kiss to his lips.

Finn doesn’t smile, though. “That’s not all,” he tells her, looking so worried and sincere that her heart breaks in her chest. “I’m not…” He stops, considering his words. “My parents, dey did’n’ have me circumcised.”

She blinks, looking up at him almost blankly but for the way her pupils dilate. “Finn,” she breathes, fingers gathering up the material of his shirt at the nape of his neck between her fingers. “Baby, why on earth would you think that’s a problem?” she murmurs, trying to keep herself in control and hide the sudden surge of want she feels pulsing under her skin. A problem it most certainly is not, and she doesn’t want to scare him with how much she wants to show him just that.

He looks away, cheeks ruddy and flushed. “It has been in da past. Da last time I got serious wit’ a girl, she took one look at me and called it off. I did’n’ want dat wit’ you.”

She looks up at Finn, leaning up on her toes to press sweet little kisses along his jaw, nipping his chin gently when he doesn’t relax under her touch. “I can guarantee you, Mr. Balor, whatever it is that you’ve been hiding from me, we are both going to enjoy it,” she purrs, giving him a soft push back towards the couch. “Now let me show you just how not a problem this is.”

Finn, for his part, doesn’t seem terribly convinced just yet. He goes with it, though, trusting her enough to let her push him back onto the couch. She climbs into his lap, pushing their chests together as she leans close to steal a sweet kiss that soon turns to show itself for the hungry, needy thing that it truly is. She takes her time, wanting to make sure Finn knows that this right now is about their pleasure together, not just his or hers. She mouths her way down his neck, sucking little kisses along the firm lines of his body, making her way slowly back to his mouth before she gives the same treatment to the other side until he’s a loose, moaning mess under her. When she rolls her hips down against him and feels his rock up in answer, thick bulge of his cock straining against his already tight jeans when he presses against her, she knows he’s right where she wants him.

“Gonna let me touch you?” she breathes, voice pitching up in a little whine as she grinds down against him again. She shivers at the feel of him twitching against her core between their layers of clothes. “Gods, Finn, please let me suck your big cock. I’ve been dying to feel you.”

Finn groans, nodding his head as he steals messy little kisses from her parted lips. “You can have anyt’in’ you want, Darlin’,” he murmurs.

She makes a pleased little sound, slowly wriggling until she’s out of Finn’s lap and nestled between his thick thighs on the floor. She noses along his length, still hidden behind rigid denim, mouthing her way from his balls to his tip. She hums happily, eyes lidded as she peers up at him, making sure she has his eyes before catching the zip between her teeth and tugging it all the way down. She lets her mouth tease along his open fly while her hands take care of the button at the top. She can’t help but moan at the scent of him, musky and heady and finally all hers.

He swallows hard as he watches her, determined and wanting. He’s still worried she’s going to change her mind, but she’s so far doing a great job at assuring him that she wants him, and badly. He moans quietly, eyes hazy as he watches her carefully peel away his clothes like he’s the best present she’s ever received. When she finally tugs away his briefs, her eyes are locked on his with the same coy little smile that she had on her lips the first time she oversaw one of his post-match interviews. And when her eyes finally glance down at him, all of him, he can’t believe he was ever nervous. Her eyes go dark and hungry, slowly taking in every inch of his rigid, wanting cock from the way his balls are already tight to his body, to his generously curved shaft, to his leaking head, red and peeking out from his foreskin.

“Fuck,” she breathes, lips curling into an even wider smile. She finally tears her eyes away to meet his again, and reaches a small hand up to give him a long stroke. She moans with him, wrist twisting as she reaches the crown, thumb swiping over the head to catch the wetness there and smooth it back down. She wouldn’t call herself a size queen, but Finn is wonderfully proportionate, thick and long and she knows he’s gonna feel even better in her mouth and her pussy. She makes a pleased sound at that, eager to celebrate his next win by bouncing on his perfect cock, but files that away for later so she can get back to the task quite literally at hand. She leans forward and mimics her earlier path, tonguing the seam of his balls before she’s moving up his shaft, mouthing his wetly. She sucks kisses along his length, drawing the excess skin between her lips to lightly roll it, tongue flicking before letting every inch go with a wet smack of her lips until she’s finally, finally at the tip. She strokes down, exposing the pretty flushed head and taking it into her mouth. She hums greedily at her first taste of him, musky and salty sweet and perfect, tongue dipping between shaft and foreskin to chase every drop.

Above her, Finn is a panting, moaning mess. He’s reduced to repeating her name over and over, his hands finding their way to her hair before he can stop himself. He gathers the long, silky strands between his fingers, holding it back at the crown of her head so he can watch every lick and suck and moan she makes as she draws out his pleasure with eager skillfulness. When she takes him deep enough that he presses against her throat, he can’t help the jerk of his hips, having gone so long without having someone touching him.

She swallows around him with only a little difficulty, winking up at him as she swallows around just his head and foreskin before pulling back. She strokes him quickly, her spit and his precome wetting his cock. “C’mon Finn. It’s not nice to hold back on me after all this time,” she purrs, voice raspy and needy and thats all it takes, that’s all he needs.

He gives her hair a tug, not as gentle as he’d hoped for, urging her back to him. She takes him back into her mouth, moaning around him and gently sucking while her hand strokes him and the other comes up from where it’s been braced on his thigh to roll and squeeze at his balls, and his back bows as his cock twitches and he comes in hot, thick ropes across her tongue and palate. He groans, body shaking with the force of his orgasm, and falls back, boneless and peaceful, against the couch.

She pulls back once she’s certain she’s milked him of every last drop, letting her tongue slowly and gently clean him of his release. Her hands run up Finn’s body until they splay out on his lower stomach, nails gently teasing his skin there as she runs her tongue around his head, tip catching the last few drops of his come before she’s swallowing it all down. She releases his soft cock with a wet little pop, looking up at him with every bit of adoration for him that she has, sated and happy.

Finn lazily tugs at her, pulling her up into his lap. He pecks kisses around her mouth, tired and slow and drugged, reminiscent of every kiss she ever returned after he’d taken his time taking her apart. The irony isn’t lost on him that she’s still dressed, watching him happily, and gently smacking his hand when he reaches for the fly of her jeans.

“Nope. This was exactly what I needed,” she tells him, and meaning every word.

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Crush - Chapter 8. Bye

Pairing: Eric/OC *Abbey* Fandom: Divergent Rating: M

A memory from Eric’s past plays tricks on him. And it’s all about the girl, Abbey Ainsworth.

A/N: I’m having so much fun with this!

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Mark swipes his balding hair to one side with a clammy hand.

It's not that he was nervous. No. It was an excitement bleeding through him and spreading into every limb, jamming at the tips of his fingers as an indescribable but pleasurable twitch.

Ahead of him lays Amity's Hospice but his eyes aren't concentrated on it, they are flitting from side to side, behind him, on the ground of where he walks as he contemplates his next cautious move. Then, with a small grin of glee, he finally lands on a few of his men lingering by the door.

Outside stands the young Dauntless guards and as he approaches they seem to slip their hands over the trigger of their guns in anticipation… until they notice who it is.

"Mark," one of the men greets him and he bows his head respectfully in response.

"Johanna has sent me on an errand. Would you believe it, someone has burnt themselves on the bonfire tonight! Only minor thankfully, but I must get some treatment."

There's a moment's pause but he's not worried. This was plan A. Plan B involves a little extra force, if he so needed.

"Okay. But make it quick," the seemingly head-honcho of the Dauntless guards replies and he's nudged by one of the others while they whisper between themselves for a few seconds until Mark overhears, "He's Amity… Johanna's…" And with that, the argument is settled and he's being waved through.

But he stops between them, eyeing the one on his right. He leans a little into him and whispers, "Long live the resistance."

Everything's sudden and thought through. His men pounce and they use a particular serum to wipe their memories from the past few hours, temporarily knocking them unconscious.

"Place them in the fields. They will think they drank too much."

Only one of Mark's men follows him into the hospice. They slip by unnoticed, past the nurse too busy with her nose in a book behind the counter, and follow the line of rooms until they find the one they are after.

The man inside is cuffed onto the bed, his leg bandaged from Eric's nippy weapon. When he sees Mark his eyes light up. "Thank God! You came! Get me out of here…" he pulls on the restraints for the added effect.

Mark's pace is slow, casual, stepping lightly towards him. "I'm sorry, Tate. You are an unreliable source to us now." He pokes his index finger directly into his wound and at the same time clamps his hand over his mouth as Tate garbles a high cry into his palm.

Over his shoulder, he gives a quick signal to one of his more reliable men.

"Pliers…"

Abbey's laying bare on her side, her hands running over Eric's stomach, tracing the taut muscles until she reaches the more softer skin of his crotch. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty." She knows he's kind of awake but not quite ready to move yet.

"No," he replies quickly.

"No?" She pulls away and balances on her elbows for a second. "I think somebody needs a little practice in the arts of politeness."

"Somebody is trying to sleep."

Abbey furrows her brows, a disastrous attempt, and pokes him in his side. "Well, I'm getting up and I'll make coffee."

"No, no. I'm up. Don't bother. Your coffee offends me…" He suddenly jolts upwards, pushing her over. "…In many ways you can't imagine," he snidely finishes, close to her face.

"Pfft, so what? I'm still alive."

"Your blood is used to the poison you produce, I'm not surprised." Eric strolls out of her room naked and Abbey can't take her eyes off his butt. – Until he turns suddenly and smirks across at her.

"Very cheeky." His laugh echoes from the other room and she allows herself to roll onto her back under the small strip of light fluttering in from the curtains. "Eric?"

"Yeah!"

She hesitates, suddenly thinking about all the times his mom opened the door to her and greeted her with outstretched arms as if she was one of her own. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"No."

A few minutes' pass and he reappears, still as butt naked as he was before and is surprised by Abbey fishing around in one of her drawers. "Ab's, what are you doing?"

"If I can't go, then I want you to take something with you." She barely looks at him, disappearing past him out of the door and to the bathroom.

"Don't even-"

She pops her head back in the room and smirks. "It's not an option."

"Not flowers." He tries a more straight-to-the-point reply and command wrapped into one. His mouth is slightly agape as he tries to fathom the dynamics and inner workings of the creature he shares a bed with.

"Your Mom liked flowers. Every woman likes flowers," her voice echoes from the bathroom.

"I'm not carrying flowers with me."

"Don't be so masculine all your life…" She slips back in the room, washed and underwear-clad before rummaging back in the drawers. "You act as if it's a major sin, like they'll infect you." He watches her carefully when she pulls out a coral dress and throws it over her head. Her efforts in getting ready and appearing graceful in seconds were unmatched to any other.

"Can we restart this morning again?"

"No. Eric listen-"

"You're not letting this go, are you?" His face is back into its usual frown.

"Nope."

Eric pulls himself up, grabbing his clothes from the floor and dressing at an inhumanly possible speed. "If you can catch me before I leave for Erudite, then I'll take them." He leaves without another word, just a smug look on his face.

Abbey shrugs. "Game on, Mister."

Abbey smiles to herself.

Like Eric was going to leave and not say goodbye or check she would be okay in his absence. The thought was laughable. She knew him too well. – But not only that, she had in fact managed to keep up with him.

His gray eyes peer down at her, each side of his mouth etched up slightly as if he somehow knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Here," she passes him a delicate bouquet and without much choice he takes it. – Although, he does lob it somewhere into the cab.

The trucks are sitting idle. Two of them are leaving today. One with some of the Dauntless who are swapping with refreshed members. The other, Eric's, is going to Erudite.

"I'll be back tonight." He touches her arm briefly. "Don't miss me too much." He leans in and brushes his lips against hers in a tiny moment, then he's moving away and pulls himself up into the cab. "While I'm away… shave your legs…" He winks handsomely, slamming the door.

"Ass." But it's light and she didn't mean it.

She's trying desperately not to show her emotions towards the arrangements with Eric's Mother. Eric's faux attitude was just a way to hide how he was feeling. She really hadn't said anything about it or mentioned it and he'd mainly kept it to himself. In a way, Abbey thought he may have confided in her, but he didn't, which was also expected of course. It didn't mean it didn't hurt. And bottling up emotions were hardly her forte.

His hand waves out of the window as the truck pulls off, scrabbling at the graveled turf underneath and Abbey flutters her fingers lightly at him.

"Good morning, Abbey." She's caught off guard and turns to be faced with Johanna.

"Hi, Johanna."

"How's Eric holding up?"

Abbey sighs, "Erm. He's okay I guess. He hasn't really said anything." She frowns, staring down at her feet, feeling slightly embarrassed that she was the only person close to him and she didn't really know what was running through his mind. "He's handling it in a very Eric kind of way."

"I gathered."

"I… better get going. I'm supposed to be opening up this morning."

Johanna puts a hand on her shoulder as she tries to pass. "If you need anything, anything at all. Please, just come and find me." Her smile falters a little. "I have some extra time on my hands these days and I'm not one for being side-lined… As much as Eric would like me to shift into the shadows and denounce my role, I will fight. I will fight for Amity, to keep it as it once was."

"I'm sure things will go back to normal once the problem with the factionless gets sorted."

"I hope so, dear, I really do." Johanna pauses, her eyes seemingly questioning or debating something internally. "You ever thought of taking a more suited role within Amity?"

"I'm very happy with what I'm doing."

"Just think about it. I see so many beneficial things presented in you that it's hard to ignore… You have the fire I sometimes wish I had. Eric sees it. I see it."

Abbey shakes her head. "I'm a florist, Johanna. What can I possibly contribute towards Amity?" she laughs. "Thanks for considering me, though."

Johanna stares off after Abbey, now a little brisker in her steps. Johanna's words were no doubt swimming through her mind. To herself, Johanna mumbles, "More than you know."

Abbey was a part of Eric now. Eric was sure to be the next main voice of Dauntless once Max had begun his slow abdication into the back-seat in the years to come. Having Abbey as a potential hierarchy in Amity, her position would be greatly unmatched with her connection to Dauntless, securing all the things Johanna had had to mold around and beg for. Protection. Personnel. Supplies.

Dauntless' connection with Erudite was also strong, and Abbey being ex-Erudite, the numbers laid heavily in her favor. If she was guided, taught the ways of Leadership, Johanna had no doubts Abbey could run Amity and she could think of no person better for the job.

The reason her thoughts had expanded on the subject was because of the severity of the situation. There was danger lurking behind every faction. There was no need in the past to have a line-up for her role and she'd never given it much thought. But now, if something happened, the only potential suitor was Mark who was heavily supported. And for some reason, she was becoming to detest the thought.

But the only person to convince Abbey to even think about the role was the fool she had to put up with in the past week… Eric.

Abbey's lost in her own troubled thoughts, no thanks to Johanna who seemingly threw a spanner in the works. As if there wasn't enough on her plate at the moment.

She actually liked her job. She liked what she did, the casual element to it and never, not once, thought about changing her role and especially not to anything Johanna had been obviously planning for.

Some Dauntless on her right gives her the eye as she passes and she tries to quickly smile at them. They still watch her and eventually, she turns a corner - not before glaring at them.

Whatever they thought about her, or her and Eric, she couldn't care less for. She was her own person, her own being and ruled the way in which it panned out. If she wanted to be with Eric, she had to accept the obvious distaste the Dauntless would probably have for her Amity skin. She would just have to steel her backbone a little more. In some ways, she had to be a little more like Eric, but in her own way, like how they were when they were younger.

Abbey has the key for the door clutched tightly in her hand as the shop sits quietly and lifeless in front of her. - She would have to work on the outside of the shop, the display was abysmal.

Under the arch of the doorway, she's about to put the key in the door, when down by the floor, something wrapped in ripped cotton and some standard yarn tied into a neat bow, captures her eye. Peering down, she nudges it with her foot thinking its rubbish or something blown in from the pathways. It's slightly heavier than expected…

She doesn't know why, but her hands become clammy. She twists the key in her fingers, a wave of anxiety sweeping through her before crouching down, checking around her. Had someone left her something here? Or was it something for the other girls?

With a timid, prodding finger, she unwraps the bow. But the material is stuck to whatever it is and she can't imagine grabbing the thing. She uses the key to pull at the material. Slowly, there's a sticky, wet, peeling sound and situated neatly in the bottom… is a tongue.

It knocks her off her feet and she scrambles backward, withholding the burning scream clawing at her throat. Using her hands to scrabble at the dirt, she peels off and away from the shop, the bottom of her dress fluttering behind her as her legs pump and the air scorches in her lungs.

Of course, the Dauntless guards are now gone, so she heads for Johanna's office. The barn door is open and she sprints inside and up the steps - landing into Mark. Johanna looks wide-eyed and taken aback at Abbey's panicked and sweaty form.

"The shop… There is… By the shop" Mark rubs her back as she tries to spit the words out.

"It's okay, Abbey. Calm down." Johanna rushes to her, pulling on her arm, placing her into her chair.

"What's by the shop?" Mark asks.

"There was a tongue. Wrapped outside the shop."

"What!" Johanna puts her hands to her chest. "Mark, go! Now!" Abbey's hyperventilating in front of her while Mark dashes down the steps. "It was probably cattle and some teenagers messing about. We've had reports on missing-"

"No! It was more than that. It was smaller! I know what I saw!"

"You're saying it looked human?"

"Yes!" Abbey rubs at her face messily. She'd never seen a removed human tongue before but it wasn't hard to recognize. "Christ sake," she whines against her hand. "It had an A carved into the middle of it. It was meant for me! I thought we were safe?"

"We are safe. And I will make sure that this situation is of the utmost importance. We'll get to the bottom of this, I swear."

Feet sounds on the steps and Abbey hums through her fingers, "Who is it?" Her voice a little shaky and eyes darting wildly.

"There was nothing there?" Mark shrugs as he approaches. "Just your key in the door."

"Impossible! I dropped the key. I mean, I used the key to open whatever it was wrapped in, then I dropped it. I never put the key in the door!"

"The key was in the door, Abbey. Are you sure you saw what you saw?"

"Would I make this up, Mark!?"

Johanna puts both hands on her shoulder. "Of course not. We believe you." She scowls at Mark a little with his brashness. "Take the guards and check around," she says while still looking at him and he nods, leaving just as quickly. "Maybe you should go home? Stay at home for the day? There must be a lot of things on your mind."

"Johanna, I swear, there was tongue wrapped in the doorway of the shop! Someone was there. They took it. They were watching me!"

"And I believe you. I will send someone to keep a close eye on you." She strokes her head. "I'll walk you home."

Abbey stands, wiping at her eyes furiously. "Okay, thank you." She barely finishes talking as a Dauntless runs up the steps.

"Johanna… we have a situation."

"What now?"

"The factionless being held at the hospice… he's gone."

Abbey feels as though she's drained of complete color. Her hair sits sticky on her head and she all but drags her feet to her door. She gives the Dauntless guard a small nod as she opens her door and now knows why Eric is so furious that she never locks it.

Johanna couldn't walk her home, she needed to address the missing person, figure out why no one saw him leave, and why the guards in front of the hospice weren't there. – It was made harder by the fact that the guards originally there were probably already back at Dauntless by now.

Even though a Dauntless is standing outside, inside her home is eerie now that she is alone. It's cooler in here and the air still, more comfortable than outside, but somehow, she still feels deprived of the usual homely feeling.

Her dress is pulled over her head and thrown on the floor as she makes her way to the bedroom. She can still smell the evidence of Eric's deodorant or aftershave – not being able to make up her mind which was which as for when he was close she was always overcome with his familiar scent. She plops herself onto the bed, it's cool on top of the sheets and she nuzzles her nose into the covers. – Yep, she can definitely still smell him.

Abbey missed him. Already.

It was hard to sleep without him on the days they were having their dispute, but she knew he was still around. Today is different, she knew he wasn't here and wouldn't be for a while.

Moving her head to the side she trails across to her mirror, blinking a few times, thinking her eyes had deceived her.

The picture from the harvest.

Eric's leaning into her, her holding on to his jacket, and he's smiling down at her as she smiles up at him. It's rare to see him caught in such a natural, undefended way.

The picture is overly large compared to the others, printed even, not a proper photo. She finds herself crawling to the end of the bed and then sitting, staring at it.

Eric wouldn't have put it there… would he?

Why didn't he say anything? Did he come here before he left? Was there time for that?

She unsticks it from the mirror and turns it over. There is only a date written on the back. Yesterday's date. Taking another minute to really take in every aspect of the picture, she then smiles lightly to herself. He must've put it here. Who else knew apart from the kid who took it?

Looking at him gives her a new spark and she pulls herself up. – No, the sick prank will not get to her. That's all it had to be, some sick prank. Human tongue – was she mad? She did have quite the imagination sometimes…

It had to be some kids or teenagers, maybe trying to get to Eric through her. Maybe even some of the Dauntless guards? This is what they wanted, they wanted her crying all the way home to Eric.

No.

She will go to work.

"Abbey! Oh my god! I heard, are you okay?" Clem rushes to her. "Johanna was here first thing when I arrived and told us."

"Yeah, I'm fine. It was just the shock. I'm fine now. Probably some… kids." She bites at her lip and tries to act confident.

Upon her voice, Sandra appears from out back. "Doesn't make it right."

"Can we talk about something else?" She rubs at her temple. "It's all that's been running through my mind all morning." Abbey brushes a small hand through her locks, wanting nothing more than today to be over with. Now she was here she was slightly more nervous than she thought she would've been.

Sandra and Clem share a look. "I'm sure Clem has some gossip."

Clem blushes an awfully close color to the bunch of roses nearest to her. "I certainly do."

"It's highly criminal!" Sandra chuckles.

"What? What is it?" It was the perfect distraction, what Abbey really needed. "Well? Don't keep me waiting." She inhales a large breath and puts on her usually bouncy façade as she drags Clem to the desk and plonks her on the shoddy wooden stool.

"He's one of the Dauntless guards."

"You didn't!" Abbey controls the urge to hop on the balls of her feet, a common excitable expression that Eric ripped her for. "Clem! I never would've thought!"

"It's a secret. Plus, he's gone back today, so I don't actually have to face him."

"What happened?" Abbey's hands are by her mouth in anticipation, her eyes never leaving the girl in front of her.

Clem's aflame. "Well let's just say, once you go Dauntless, there's no time for Abnegation, Amity, Erudite or Candor." Abbey chokes on laughter. "I can see why Eric was so tempting!" Sandra crosses her legs, holding her stomach. "I wonder what being Dauntless is like…"

"I guess we sort of know!" Sandra bellows and the whole shop almost lifts in their high-spirited giggles. Their laughter descends and Sandra motions with her hand. "We better get the rest of the harvest flowers into the water, before we lose them all."

"I'll get them." Abbey floats past the girls and through the small archway into the back. Out here is not so luxurious as the front, just a small kitchen, a desk covered in papers, rolls of ribbon tacked onto the walls. There's one more door that leads to a small toilet and then the trashy, paint-chipped backdoor. The lock is unhooked and the chain dangling to one side as Abbey kicks the door open. Sandra has already been busy putting away the excess flowers from the night and she grabs at the nearest load. They look a little wilted and sad already.

She marches back through to the shop. "Maybe we should give these out to some of the main buildings. There's plenty enough-" She stops, taking in Sandra and Clem ducking behind the counter, just catching the shadowed back of someone disappearing from view. "What's… going on?" The backdoor slams from behind her and the two women scream. They all rush to the front of the shop and Abbey is the only one to pause, wiggling the key from the inside port, and throwing the door closed behind her.

As she blinks up, a dark clad figure stands incredibly close, inside the shop, up against the glass.

Their face is covered, and it tilts at her ever so slightly as their breath marks the window. Then from one hand, a syringe tip is scraped slowly across the glass of the door, in the letter of an A.

Abbey turns the key, locking them in.

The other hand of the figure is slowly turning the handle, the knob twisting under Abbey's own palm. Then they realize, pelting their fists onto the door and she stumbles backward.

"Run! … Run now!"

In the midst of their wracking breaths, the shop window is smashed.

Johanna paces in front of them. "This can't go on." She mainly speaks to Mark. "We are being terrorized within our own sanctuary. We need to know who is doing this, and we need to know today… We also need to find the missing factionless man…" she grumbles, a gripe at Mark. She heads back over to the girls and comforts Clem who is the most shaken, putting a warm hand on her shoulder.

"It's me they are trying to scare," Abbey speaks up. "They are not after you," she tries to comfort the others, but it's doing nothing for her and her tone is mixed with the same affliction as she peers down at her shoes.

"It seems to me that they have planned this for exactly when Eric wouldn't be here and that only solidifies that it's him they are really trying to provoke." Johanna snaps her head up. "Mark, leave us. Put the word out and get some people to clean up the shop. Check for any evidence." She then walks over to her desk, grabbing her phone. "I'm going to call Eric."

"No! No, you can't. He's at his own Mother's funeral. Now is not the time, just… just wait for him to get back," Abbey pleads.

"He's going to be awful with me if he finds out I didn't call him at the first instance."

Abbey thinks for a second. "Call Max then. Just don't call Eric."

Johanna puts the palm of her hand to her head and rubs. "What are we going to do until he gets back?"

"I'll stay here… until the end of the day." Abbey tries to figure out exactly how many hours it would be until 'the end of the day'. "I'll wait here until Eric gets back."

Johanna watches Abbey sleep. She's sat behind her desk and Abbey's sprawled out on the small sofa situated to one part of her loft. They've been here all day, escorted to the toilets and back, never leaving each other's sights. There had also been no news or evidence - in which she could have second guessed.

The small lamp on her desk is the only dim light in the room and for the hundredth time, she yawns into her hand, feeling herself giving in to the nightly hours. She felt so helpless, so undermined. But her indifferent backbone and motherly nature is what keeps her awake.

Headlights scan the room from outside and just by the shrill braking of the loud truck, she knows Eric has arrived.

It takes only a few seconds for him to come bowling into the room, scanning the scene before him, and then without a word, heading over to Abbey.

Crouching down, he pushes her hair to one side and she wakes instantly, throwing her arms over him.

"You're back!" she muffles into the side of his jacket and he cups her head defensively. Then his anger strikes.

"Can somebody tell me what the fuck happened when I was away? Did everyone just suddenly go apeshit?" He pulls Abbey's head back, thumbs over her cheeks and peers deeply into her eyes, almost trying to access the hidden information, checking possibly for any injuries.

"Somebody has taken it upon themselves to terrorize Abbey while you have been away. We didn't know to what extent until the shop incident." Johanna tries to speak sternly, even though she is exhausted.

"He had a syringe in his hand! With God knows what! Writing my initial!" Abbey's resolve has disappeared and her words frantic. "I was just there! Just outback! If I hadn't…" She's breathing heavy and anxiously looking towards the stairs. "If I'd have been any slower…"

"Don't. That's enough." Eric pulls her closer. "I'm here. I promise nothing is going to happen to you." His voice is deceptively calm and fluid, but also affirmative. – One Johanna hadn't heard before.

"Have you made arrangements with Max?" he asks without looking, catching Johanna from her wanderings. His hand now cups Abbey's brown locks in his hand, massaging his fingertips slowly into her scalp.

"He's processing more men, sending another squadron. They're due any time now."

"Good," comes Eric's clipped reply and Johanna raises her eyebrows.

Slowly he turns to face her, standing and tilting his head back. "Good, because I'm leaving and going back to Dauntless."

"What!" Abbey shouts, but he holds his hand out to quieten her. His face is practically unreadable but hers is furious.

His eyes glint mysteriously for a minute as they roam over her, a ghost of a smile playing on the sides of his mouth. "And Abbey is coming with me…"

"You can't just disappear back to Dauntless. Abbey's life is here." Johanna's brows are dipped so far into the middle of her head, Eric has a hard time of taking her seriously.

"Abbey is safer with me."

Johanna scrabbles for a reasonable argument. Finding none, she throws her hands in the air. "She'll be eaten alive at Dauntless! How can you guarantee her safety at Dauntless?"

"I am present you know," Abbey mutters.

"Oh, but leaving her here to an unknown force, chasing her around shit-covered fields, is? Dauntless seems a much safer bet than Amity at this moment. It will be a week or two max. I'm not risking leaving her here. I'm not playing games. Until Amity is secure, Abbey will be with me. And in the meantime, I'm going to send in as many Dauntless as possible to sniff out the factionless." Eric puts his hands behind his back and takes one or two steps closer towards Johanna. "Perhaps Jack can help?" he talks lowly to himself, eyes trailing off in thought. – Perhaps he'll just ransack Amity and that would be the end of it.

"You can't do this, Eric," Johanna shakes her head.

"Wouldn't Dauntless, be like, really disapproving of me being there?"

"Oh I can, and I will. This situation is completely reasonable for these type of actions. And the effect is immediate."

"I don't wear black." For that Abbey earns herself a simmering frown from Eric.

Eric turns back to Johanna. He's pristine even under duress, through the hours, and highly intimidating now that he's got more than one reason to be. "No one is to know she's gone, where she's gone, or who she is with. Do you understand?"

"Wouldn't be hard to guess…"

"Abbey!" he snaps to quieten her.

Johanna tilts back into her chair, the breath catching in her lungs slightly. She wasn't going to win this. "Okay, but I want regular contact. Just me. And I can assure you I won't say anything. It's not like I have anything to lose once this all blows over."

"Eric, I'm not leaving without my stuff," Abbey pushes his arm, recapturing his attention.

"Grab essentials. But don't pack those silly dresses, you won't be wearing them."

"Ohhhh no. No way." Her eyes close as she expressively shakes her head, but is snapped out of it by Eric gripping her arm and yanking her towards the stairs.

"We leave tonight."

Every step she practically misses but is held tight with just one of Eric's hands. "I'm not playing Dauntless. You can forget it."

"Scared of wearing pants for once in your life?" Along the hay-strewn floor, he continues to drag her, out into the night, heading directly for her place.

"It's not that… It's stupid…"

"You're stupid if you can think you can skip and dance around dauntless in what… Orange? Pink? … Maybe a bright yellow?" his sarcasm is what Abbey mainly rolls her eyes at.

He pushes on her hovel's door and it swings open. He chucks her a dissatisfactory look. "This stops now. You have to be more careful."

Even though it was her that was supposed to be packing, Eric's taken it upon himself. He's like an unrelenting tornado as he throws himself into every room, chucking random items onto the bed that he thinks she will need. When she pulls out her own duffle bag – with pink flowers on, he jams different mixtures of shoes and empties one of her underwear drawers entirely into it before rushing to the bathroom.

Abbey names it, Panic-packing.

When he comes back in she's picking things out, neatly placing them back into the drawers, throwing trainers to one side of the room.

"Abbey, seriously? We don't have time."

"I haven't worn some of this stuff in months…"

"Just pack your fucking bag."

"If you'd let me pack, I would. You seem to be just dumping the nearest thing in here. I mean…" she pulls out a pair of skin-coloured tights, "Why would I need this?"

"We don't have time. We need to leave before anybody notices I've been back." With that, he throws three types of body lotion, hairspray and a hairbrush she barely uses into the bag. "That's enough, let's go."

Gasping, her mouth drops open. "You've been in my vanity cupboard?"

His eyebrows ask the question 'And what?'

"Okay… I'll just get my toothbrush-" But he bowls out of the room and comes back with it in hand.

"Let's go." He tautly zips the bag throwing it over his shoulder and grabs her arm. Abbey spins as she was facing the wrong way, looking back into her room wantonly.

"Bye," she says quietly to her things. "Eric, wait! I need to lock-"

His pace is furious. "Johanna will do it."

Abbey pants as she's still dragged towards the truck and he opens the door, launching her bag across the seats before pushing her quickly up by her ass. "Eric!" But he's relentless, pushing her more so that he can get in, not bothering for courtesy or spatial awareness.

The trucks thrown into reverse and Abbey lurches forwards into his held-out and ready arm. "Put your seatbelt on," he tells her while pressing his foot down onto the pedal and skidding across the dirt that he would be happy not to see for the next fifteen years.

Out of the glowing lamp of Johanna's barn, she watches from the window, a ghostly silhouette peering out after the pale gray truck disappearing quickly up the track. She sighs. But this was good. This will be good for Amity – she tells herself.

If she can convince Abbey to take a small role into leadership, her time at Dauntless would be invaluable.

#crush #chapter 8 #bye #eric and abbey #eric coulter #jai courtney #divergent #insurgent #beautifulramblingbrains #eric #eric divergent fanfiction #fanfiction

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Well, it happened. @evilkitten3 maybe not what you were expecting though.

Secrets Underneath

Part One

Now that was a rare, and extremely welcome, sight in this depraved and isolated wasteland she’d been banished to.

‘But you’re soo good at it!’ and ‘This way you can focus on your passion!’ were the honeyed excuses the managers gave her, flecks of fear behind their beady and soul-drained eyes, desperate to placate their employees into obedience.

Sorano knew better.

Lingerie was purgatory. It was where the bad employees were sent to linger until they expired of either embarrassment or boredom.

Sorano was queen of the domain by sheer tenacity, and the fact she'd been fired from three jobs prior to this one, and aside from the fact her phone was plucked from her fingers immediately leaving her to file her nails and ponder what to make for dinner, it really wasn't that bad. Besides, she could sit back and be bossy, which were two things she knew for sure she excelled at, along with her ability to perfectly match woman to product with a mere glance and a few invasive questions. There was a good reason her store was top in the district with underwear sales, and she didn't mind the little greasing that was slid under the table to keep her happy.

Of course, it was odd, and flattering too, when the greasing came from an actual company that produced lingerie, but hey money was money and she was happy to comply with the request. The only problem being that Erik, that whiny bastard, refused to cooperate. He was seriously the shittiest roommate ever, leaving his crap everywhere and forgetting to close the lid on his snake's cage.

In any case, she was getting off topic here… she could think about that problem later.

No, a rare and juicy beefsteak had just wandered in, looking mildly lost and very perplexed, and she took a good long moment to just enjoy the fact someone with a dick graced her department with his very hot and masculine presence. It didn't hurt at all that he was so easy on the eyes it nearly hurt to look, and even though he was wearing a baggy get up, she instinctively knew he had abs that could bounce a quarter.

It was short lived euphoric dream going on in her panties though because the first thing out of his mouth upon spotting him was, "Excuse me..." his gold-flecked eyes intently sought out her name tag, which was on, for once, but clipped rather haphazardly to the inner lapel of her uniform. Her very unbuttoned uniform. Her sales came from showing the goods, and if corporate ever caught sight of her 'modifications' to the uniform, she'd be fired on the spot. But hey, mannequins were boring. Swallowing, he blinked a few times, confronted with unexpected lace and cleavage both, before he continued politely, "Miss Sorano. Do you happen to know if Juvia Lockser is working today?"

Oh HELL.

Goddamn motherfucking HELL.

Of COURSE.

No guy of this caliber would be wandering in the ladies' wear without a chick attached. But... but... JUVIA? It wasn't that Sorano had issues with her -- that was a bald-faced lie, Sorano had issues with all her co-workers -- but she just didn't seem the... type... to go for guys. Then again, she did hang out with that Gajeel fellow a lot, and once or twice she'd mentioned an "Officer Fullbuster" with the male pronoun in conversation.

Sorano shifted moodily, not pleased to have her few moments of pleasure dashed so coldly, and gave a shrug, "She's on break. Why? Are you her man or something... umm... whatever your name is? Because she's never mentioned you..."

Perplexed, he studied her with a sort of detached look, head cocked slightly. Squirming inside at the scrutiny, and because of, uhh, personal reasons, she met his gaze boldly. Sometimes, guys caught on and didn't like to play jealousy games, and Sorano could deal with that. But this guy didn't seem aware of it. Well, he did have a similar hair color to Juvia, so maybe they were related...?

"Ah, sorry," he said finally, "I was distracted by your... clothing. Is that the prototype model for S36-silk? I heard it was discontinued because the sales for the predecessor weren't that great and the company decided it was a loss. Plus, they drastically cut the color line because nudes seem to be the direction the customer base is taking, so it's a race to get as many flesh tones out as possible."

Biting her lip, she held in her opinion for precisely 2.7 seconds. A new record.

"Yeah, I've noticed a lot more nudes on the shelf, and I believe it's very empowering, you know? It’d definitely got a place and some buying power behind it for every day things. But if it’s the color of skin then no one can see it, and that’s just a waste of money if it doesn’t work. The point of lingerie is to be sexy, right? It needs to pop!" shaking her head she continued, warming up, "S35 was a perfectly good line, they just made a fucking mess out of the marketing, and then choose a bunch of puke-colors. If they'd stuck with the jewel tones and changed their target demographic, it would have flown off the shelves!"

He blinked. She blinked, feeling a flush creep up her neck into her cheeks like a flaming beacon. Hell, she'd surpassed purgatory and landed straight in HELL. Where a guy who was going out with her co-worker actually knew about lingerie and was good looking and was going out with her co-worker had to hear her uneducated rant about the stupidity of corporate marketing team and she had feelings about this, okay? And Mr. Hottie probably thought she was an ignorant minimum wage peon with a big mouth and no brains.

FUCK.

Instead of backing up like she expected, he nodded thoughtfully, "True. I did think the line had a lot of potential, but I honestly don't know much about lingerie off women."

What... WHAT.

Before she could get into what exactly he meant by that little bomb -- just how into lingerie was this man? -- Juvia bounced up, refreshed from laying like a blob on the filthy breakroom table and a handful of snacks she’d stuffed down her gullet to boost her blood sugar. Skittering to a stop, she stared between the two of them with concern.

"Jellal?"

Jellal? Sorano felt a wash of frigid fear prickle down her spine, eyes widening and mouth clamping down so sharply her teeth caught her lip painfully. Neither of them seemed to notice her though, having a brief and hushed conversation. It couldn’t be THAT Jellal, could it? She’d done a lot of traveling, and her past was firmly behind her; she was on the straight and narrow, not remotely ready to get mixed back up in that life. Oh no, nope, not for all the hot dick in the world.

Juvia’s face fell from tentatively happy to her brows furrowing and a worried frown on her face. Shuffling up, she said simply, hands wringing and tears collecting in the corners of her big, blue eyes, “Juvia has to go now. It’s an emergency. Could Sorano tell the manager on duty? Juvia doesn’t have time to find them.”

“Yeah,” she responded, the word falling from numb lips. Whatever, she’d agree to do whatever as long as it got HIM away from her faster. Later… later she’d have to have a chat with Juvia. After… after she thought about it some and recovered from the shock and spoke to Erik. Right, Erik and MacBeth would know what to do. It’d been awhile since she’d spoken to the latter but some bonds were too strong to break under radio silence. “Go ahead.”

Impulsively, the woman lunged forward and gave a hard squeeze of thanks, one that Sorano would normally swat off, before darting to join HIM. Her eyes followed them out, ice cold ball in the pit of her stomach, wondering just how she was going to explain to Yukino why they’d have to move again.

#mine #whatever this is apparently going to be a mini series #because it's too big for a one shot but too small for a decent sized story #secrets underneath

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