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@dcbrnncr liked this post for a song-based starter. song: candles by daughter.

Her nose was bleeding. Her head hurt. Eleven trembled with exertion and still she was barely able to lift the empty water bottle from the steel table on which it sat. She'd been so naive to think that coming here would unlock her powers so quickly -- but they didn't have time for this. Her friends, her new family were in danger, and she could only help them if she was strong. Eleven wiped her nose on her sleeve and looked at Papa - a man she now knew was called Doctor Brenner. She missed Hopper and Joyce, and their unending patience and understanding, but she would not taint her memory of them by thinking of them here. She needed to focus. "I should be able to do it," she said, frustrated with herself - and with him, for not having been able to solve her inability to access her powers. She cannot voice that particular thought so she turned her attention back to the bottle and took a couple of slow, steady breaths. Learn from the ones we hate the most, she thought. She may hate and fear Brenner, but he had taught her once and she had no choice but to trust that he would do so again. "You told me that you would be able to help me." It was a statement, only almost an accusation. "So help me. Don't just sit there and watch, do something."

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@dcbrnncr sent: “I never said that. You’re trying to confuse me.” // eleven

"No," Eleven protests, but she already feels uncertain about something she'd been so sure was true. "You said..." She trails off, looking away with a little frown. She remembers it, remembers his earnest promises that she'd had no reason to doubt. However, if Papa says that he didn't say it, she must be misremembering. Perhaps it was a dream she'd had, though her dreaming is a rare thing indeed. She picks uncomfortably at the hem of her gown to avoid looking at him. "I must be confused," she admits finally, glancing at him. He is so impossible to read and she stopped trying a long time ago; often, she is sure he looks at her with disappointment or frustration. It doesn't occur to her that she might simply be projecting, and her drive to please him overshadows her common sense. "I am sorry for confusing you, Papa." She speaks in barely more than a whisper now, her shoulders hunching as if to try and avoid his attention even though they're alone. "I didn't mean to."

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Closed Starter for @dcbrnncr​ 

Jay’s behaved since Brenner had the gall to use the collar on them. It doesn’t mean their internal attitude has changed though. He’s still a monster in their eyes. They’ve given up on talking unless absolutely necessary. So when he comes to discuss testing with them, they simply nod. It helps that their sleep schedule is so fucked that they can’t think right. Any questions or protests can’t be put together in the moment. 

Except one question does break through. “Does it feel like fall out there now?” A wistful tone is given unintentionally. For Jay, they miss the weather and the shift in colors. Anything outside would be better than the sterile and blank walls of the lab. 

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he was reminded of a time when he'd hold the girl in his arms when she was made weak from using her powers, but that was when she'd get better after a while & be ready for more experiments. today was different as he knew the older girl whom he held wasn't ever going to recover. the child he once called his daughter was no more & brenner knew this to be true, but he didn't want to accept it. he truly did love eleven as a daughter without any chance to properly show it. all he could do now was kiss her forehead that still held warmth to it as he hugged her close. not ever wanting to let her go as the words 'i'm sorry, my daughter' escaped his lips for no one to hear but him. // @dcbrnncr bc you sent me angst so here's some for you :')

mY hEaRt </3

AHHHHH

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Anonymous asked:

❝You actually trusted me?❞ // from @dcbrnncr

Was he serious? Max couldn’t help but take a step back. He was one of the last people that she trusted. “That’s a joke right?” She questioned, holding back the scoff that wanted to escape. “After everything that you put Eleven through, you think i’d trust you? Of all people?” The self proclaimed Zoomer needed to breath, contain her anger, it wouldn’t help her in this situation, but she truly despised the man in front of her. “--No, I do not and never will I trust you. Ever. Now , what are you even doing here?” 

[fatherscurse]

this one was new. tunnel vision focuses in on the man who’s the same height. the man he’s met before. maybe it’s the fluorescent light, but his once bright blue eyes now seem....darker. not to mention the bags under his eyes. ( he just doesn’t sleep very much, anymore. ) the man with white hair that he’s heard so many things about. 

papa. that is what henry called him. how fragile he looked standing across from him in the glass shattered lobby of the hawkins national lab. jim’s head tilts to the side just a little as he continues to watch him step forward into the moon light. “ he was right. how do you prey on the weak when you’re the weakest ? you never cared about any of them. you just wanted to use their powers for your gain. their strength in place of the lack of yours. what a sad man you are. ”

possessed jim starter feat. @dcbrnncr​

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      ❝ What do you want me to say? ❞

It hurts, the fact that a small part of him still craves this man’s affection.  It’s hard-wired into him to seek out his praise, to do good in the eyes of his Papa  —  and yet he’s worked so hard to untangle this web of abuse and manipulation that it feels like a kick to the teeth.

Angrily, Henry averts his gaze.

     ❝ Thank you for destroying my life?                       Thank you for inserting yourself back into my business?                                                                                                                             What? ❞

He knows, deep down, that this is a waste of his breath.  Doctor Brenner doesn’t care about the way he feels, nor does he think his righteous anger is deserved.  They’ll never understand each other.

                                                                               ❝ What do you want from me? ❞

@dcbrnncr​  |  three  word  prompts.

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i had you taken to the lab because i felt you were easy to manipulate & now i see you’re just as naive as i thought.

Confess something to my muse on anon.

“I... I see... well, I guess you have the perfect subject then...”