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ajulisz · 2 years

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Yandere!Renata Glasc X Reader 2/2

Part 1

MC Pronouns: They/Them (but very little to mentions)

Pairing: Some Sevika x Reader and... well... very abusive and unilateral Renata Glasc x Reader

Content Warning: Non-con drug use, kidnapping, violence description, death (not yours)

A/N: I actually thought I posted this but then I saw it in my drafts when someone called me out and freaked tf out. I'm so sorry to everyone who was waiting, btw if I dont post the last part of something you can totally remind me of it or my bad memory will forget it bc the drafts part of tumblr are out of my sight (thanks ADHD)

~Read with caution, stay aware there might be warnings that I missed and if you see some, PLEASE let me know so I can add it to the list :)

After some people found out about you and Sevika, the ones who weren't scared of you for being "Glasc's protected" now were far away from you because of the 'Scary Lady'

Walking in Zaun could be a dangerous adventure, any wrong turn could be a death sentence

Far from what they thought, you didn't needed protection, living here your entire life gave you some skills that new-unadvised-comers would literally die for

But you didn't complain, it was good to walk home after a tiring day without anyone messing with you

Renata never made you stay past your shift, much less so late, and all the rare moments that happened she would always send someone or escort you to your house herself

This was an unspoken rule betweem both of you that was being flawlessly followed... at least until today

Miss Glasc was so occupied with paperwork that when you told her how late it was she simply dismissed you with a flicker of hand

Zaun's fog was more intense than usual, the harsh cold was slowly taking all the machines warmth away, so the livid streets where almost empty

When she was filled with work it was for the greater good to not bother her, principally for something as trivial as "I don't want to walk home alone", so you simply wished her a good night and left

The walk home was safer than when there was a whole bunch of people in the streets, but any moving shadow meant that your eyes needed to be more attentive

Your house had a brand new door since Sevika made sure to punch your old one just to demonstrate how fragile it was, so it also had a set of new keys that you still didn't quite knew how to sort out

You only stopped your tries when you heard a noise at the begging of your house alley where the principal streets met and jumped when someone grabbed your shoulders

"Hey, you're looking at the wrong way" Sevika's voice rang with a laugh when she realized how scared you where once you started trying to punch her

Apparently she got away from work just to walk you home but you were taking too long so she finished whatever she had to do for her boss, got food and now you both were sitting at the small stairs in front of your door while eating and talking.

You had completely forgot about how tired you where and didn't remember where you put your keys at the moment you finished.

Sevika was again laughing and looking around to see if you dropped it around when three figures appeared at the entrance of your street

They also tried to take their chance a million times against her, last time one of them made a scratch that drawn blood enough for you to be concerned with

Your girlfriend knew them, she knew they where just some street gang that robbed any unattended person and did some of Silco's dirty jobs when she was away

As always, none of them talked, only stalked toward Sevikas direction and smiled when she growled at them as a warning

You didn't understood the gravity of the situation until Sevika pushed you away at the same time that other people appeared closing the alley exit

It was in a blink of an eye that Sevika's mechanical arm started glowing and the first punch was thrown , but not in her direction, in yours

You loosed your conscious for a few seconds and only got up when you heard Sevika screaming at someone, you tried to move but three other guys were holding you in place making you watch Sevika trying to fight her way to you

One by one they where falling down in pools of blood but you could see that her energy and shimmer was also being drained since they broke the reservoir on her shoulder

You tried to fight, you tried to move, but they were stronger than you, your body shivered when she felt to the ground

It was over to her, she didn't got up when they punched her in the face again and you thought you were allucinating when you heard your bosses voice

Your scalp was hurting but still you managed to look up and see Renata making her way through the crowd of brutes, her smirk only flattered when she saw you and a low warning growl could be heard behind her mask

"I told you to not hurt them" the woman said while holding your face when they let go of you taking a few steps back "What did they did to you sweet pet? It's not gonna hurt anymore and they will pay, I promise"

Your eyebrow and mouth was bleeding from the punches they throwed at you and your head hurted from the impact with ground and with how hard they where holding your hair

When Renata words hitted their ears and they realized their head was in line the rest of them moved back, trying to find ways to escape

It was more than clear that any brusque movement was going to make Miss Glasc snap

You smiled at her, she always knew when to appear, when to help you but it got you of guard when she forced your mouth open with two pills down your throat.

Even through the mask you could imagine her wicked smile when she looked at the ones that tried to escape on the other end and moved her arm, knocking them out with the pile of bodies that she stacked

You started to feel numb to the point where you couldn't move.

Renata gently laid you down to finish her service, and with only one twist, her entire mechanical arm opened into a claw that elongated far enough to pierce one by one of the ones trying to escape

The sound of bodies pilling on top of each other and heads brutally hitting the ground when she receded her arm into its normal made you wanna throw up, but not even your stomach could make such a big move without your entire body having that awful freezing numbed felling

When Renata turned and started making her way towards you Sevika slowly got up from the ground spitting blood on one of the corpses that was next to her

"Don't you- Don't you fucking dare to to-touch-" She tried to speak but with every word a bloodied cough came instead of complete sentences

Renata tsked with a smirk stopping in the middle of the track and turned to face your girlfriend

"Or what? You couldn't even protect yourself, imagine them." She said slowly "You. Don't. Deserve. Them"

You couldn't move and all you could feel was the eerie cold air and your heart clenching when Sevika's stiff body was throw in front of you

In a fraction of seconds the woman modified arm extended again but this time to wrap around Sevika's throat

You could see the little oxygen that was left in her body leaving slowly while she still tried to fight the woman

"It's ok now darling, I'm here with you... No one else will try to hurt you or dare to take you away from me" Renata said while holding you in her arms, taking you away from your lover and from your life.

What once was her bright grey eyes - where you normally could see the entirety of a loving soul - was now unwelcoming to any kind of care.

She was dead.

Renata's plan may have been much more grotesque than what she wanted but at least, you where finally safe and with eyes only for her

#renata glasc imagine #renata glasc x reader #arcane sevika x reader #renata x reader #renata glasc x you #renata x you

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nythowl · 3 months

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Pairing: drummer x girl! OC

Note: Okay, it's basically some draft about a girl having a crush on a drummer.

It's not really finished, it's messy, but this is driving me fucking crazy, i have to get it out of my system and have some feedback/reaction, so please let me know!

(btw English isn't my first language, sorry in advance for any mistakes)

TW: age gap (22-37), alcohol, smoking, a bit of cursing? and that's probably it, tell me if you find one i haven't mentioned.

Word accounts: 2K

Charlie was moving to the blasting music under blue lights, before the track playing was cut short, making the crowd complain. At the same time, some people in the front started cheering for a band climbing on stage.

She frowned a bit, looking at the hour. It was around 1AM, usually live sets stopped at 11pm. Plus, the bar announced a DJ set, they were just supposed to play rock’n’roll that night. She peered again at the band. There were three men, probably around their forties, looking pretty basic for rock musicians, a style revolving around jeans, band tee-shirts and flannel shirts. They made her think of some of her dad's friends.

Someone on her right elbowed her, so she would turn around.

-”Hey I got a phone call, the 2000’s want their hairstyle back!” Lucie said while pointing at the drummer with her chin.

She snorted at the comment, looking at the drummer, effectively wearing his hair like Justin Bieber when he was sixteen. That didn’t stop him from looking kind of nice, maybe a bit too nerdy, but nice. Abigail and Lucie were debating getting drinks while the band was getting ready.

-”Do you want something to drink Charlie ?”

-”No no I’m fine, thank you!”

-”Common girl, let us repay you for coming with us tonight!” insisted Abigail.

She wasn’t supposed to do anything this friday night, she actually arranged herself to have her whole week-end to finish her work and chill a bit. She did plan to see Abigail and Lucie for a drink around 5pm, and she ended up at the bar, half willingly.

She didn’t even had the time to go back to her place, she was still wearing her old jeans that used to belong to her dad, hanging low on her hips and covered in paint, worn especially today in the foresight of her classes.

-”Okay okay, get me something cheap and sugary.” she finally said.

The two girls left while Charlie searched for a nice spot to watch the concert, not too far from the stage. She settled next to a pillar, on the right of the stage, so they wouldn’t be too pushed by the crowd forming. The musicians were apparently ready, as they were looking at each other, nodding their heads in synchronicity with the rhythm the drummer just started, annunciating the beginning of a song.

The crowd cheered loudly as everyone recognized a cover from Maneskin, immediately jumping around and singing.

Charlie finally saw her friends after three songs, alternating between covers and original songs. As they were walking towards her, Abigail was talking to a man following them, definitely trying to get something from her. Lucie hurried forward while the conversation with the man was heating up.

-”What’s happening?” worried Charlie.

-”It’s fine, it’s just, this guy’s been trying to get me a drink, and he was touchy and too pushy even though i said “no” multiple times”

Charlie pretended to puke while Abigail pushed some people to get to them, looking pretty scary and screaming.

-”What a fucking asshole!”

-”Yeah, if he ever gets close to you, I’ll rip his head off” spat Charlie while putting her arm over Lucie’s shoulder, sending a dirty look to said guy.

He smiled and waved, and leaned towards the man next to him to whisper in his ear. She was utterly disgusted, and promised herself to keep an eye on that weirdo and her friends.

She grabbed the bright pink drink Abigail was handing her and turned her attention to the band.

The middle-aged basic men on stage had turned into some kind of rockstar, born to die on stage. The energy had totally shifted, just as if electricity was running in the air.

And if she thought the drummer looked nice earlier, he was ten times hotter on stage. Lucie and Abigail seemed to agree as they fanned themselves in an exaggerated manner.

-”The drummer’s fucking hot!”

As if on cue, the band ended their song as Abigail was screaming this. Some other girls whistled as the band chuckled.

-”I don’t know who said that, but thanks” chuckled the concerned man.

Abigail was totally mortified, and Lucie was howling with laughter, supporting herself with the wall.

Charlie’s mouth felt slightly agape as the drummer took off his jacket and rolled the sleeve of his tee-shirt, revealing his arms. He grabbed his drumsticks and kicked off with another song, the effort emphasizing his muscles. And now he was singing, and fucking hell his voice was so hot, a bit raspy but not low, almost whining.

Well everything about him was so hot that it brought Charlie back to earth in a split second. For fuck’s sake the man was hardly younger than her dad, he probably had a wife and a kid. She immediately checked out his left hand, and relieved to find nothing on his ring finger, she indulged herself with a bit of study, spending a hard minute fixed on those long and slender fingers, bones poking out a bit and veins forming around his wrist.

She cursed herself, this was getting out of hand, quite literally. Her friends had noticed, looking at her with raised eyebrows.

-”Well well well, that’s interesting. Isn’t our little Charlie finally getting a crush?” teased Lucie.

-”And a grown man at that! Be careful girl, your daddy issues are showing.”

Charlie rolled her eyes as Abigail elbowed her, glad to have something to piss her off about.

-”At least I’m not playing the mom for immature little boys, miss cougar” shooted back Charlie.

Lucie booed Abigail as she acted offended. She raised her hands in the air in an act of surrender.

-”Touché. But you do have a crush on that man. I have to admit, he’s pretty cute. A bit old for me, but cute”

-”What do you mean, cute?! That guy is reeking of sexual tension, he’s so fucking hot I feel the heat waves coming from him!” Lucie hollered in her ear.

-”Comon Lucie, leave the old man for Charlie, she does look pretty desperate” Abigail winked at her.

-”Okay, okay, I’ll admit, I have a fucking crush on him. But he’s at least forty, so I’ll just content myself of drooling a bit over him, that’s it”

-”Whatever you say!”

As it was getting later, it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on anything else other than the drummer. He was now completely disheveled, his arms coated in sweat, little drops rolling off his wet hair from when he emptied a bottle of water on his head earlier. He had that devil grin, a manic and insane glaze over his eyes.

Charlie herself was getting hot, mainly because the venue was so crowded and badly ventilated. But hey, let’s be honest, it wasn’t the only reason. She had peeled away the little jacket she had over her top, earning some double takes from horny teenagers.

The drummer was playing as if he was in a trance, head falling back and mouth open, frowning slightly, his Adam’s apple jolting. The second after, he was back to singing, eyes frantically looking around until, until … He stopped. Looking right at her, still singing.

“And i want it now,

I want it now,

Give me your heart and your soul”

His arms were still moving, hitting tirelessly the drums, but his gaze was glued on her, it couldn’t be a mistake. His smile grew wider and wider, looking like a madman, like a wolf, and she felt for a brief instant that he would jump off stage to her.

Charlie’s heart skipped a beat before doubling its speed. He looked away and the adrenaline rushed through her. At the same time, the music changed to another one, and she realized she had stopped dancing.

Eyes blinking fast, she went back to the same time zone as her friends, and for good measure, she downed her drink.

The next hour was a bit of blur, Lucie was plastered, and clinging to Charlie, dancing together. Abigail was hyping them up, screaming lyrics at the top of her lungs, and yeah, they were having a pretty good time.

Charlie met his eyes a few times, and she felt him glancing at her, like she was glancing at him when he was looking elsewhere.

Now the space was filled with smoke and totally bonded. She’d gone to the smoker area at the end of the concert, while the girls went to the bathroom. She didn’t wait for them to pull a cigarette from her pack. As she was looking for her lighter, she felt some fresh air on her face, signaling that the door of the smoking room was open, and people cheered for someone. She didn’t see what was happening from her spot against the wall and behind the heads of people, but she felt the crowd moving and parting. Someone bumped into her, crashing her a bit against the wall. The man was preventing himself from falling further onto her with a hand on the wall, trapping her. Behind, smokers were still moving, making way for the two guitarists from the band.

Shit, that meant-

-”Oh, hello you.”

The soft spoken word sent a chill down her spine. Sure enough, it was the drummer slightly bent over her. The commotion had stopped, and so he straightened, still standing in front of her.

-”Sorry for shoving you, wasn’t my intention” he spoke again.

-”That’s quite okay, no harm done”

Charlie was surprised to find her voice clear and steady, she was not that panicked. It was more some sort of excitement and easiness that came over her. She hopped on her chance.

-”You wouldn’t happen to have a lighter by any chance? To excuse yourself for crushing me against a wall?” she asked innocently.

-”Sure thing, let me find that for you”

As he was rummaging through his pockets, she examined him. He was calmer, though his presence was still very intense. His eyes were back to a normal state, his moves way less erratic. His voice was so intriguing, slower than earlier, not that deep, but still vibrating.

Finally he pulled out a box of matches. She scoffed a bit. He raised an eyebrow, and the corner of his lips.

-”What, are my matches not cool enough for you?”

-”No, no, I actually think they’re pretty cool.” She looked up at him “I just didn’t know you were that old”

-”O-oh, okay, if that’s a problem for you” he insisted on those words and their meanings, his gaze a bit more serious, “ I’ll keep my matches for myself”

She smirked, pleased with how the conversation was going, pleased to notice that on top of his good looks, he was charming and respectful. If she could, she would kick her feets in the air and giggle a bit.

-”I was only teasing. Please, enlighten me'' she said.

He looked at her while she brought the cigarette to her mouth and got closer. He lighted a match and put it at the end of her fag. He hovered a hand over the fire while she inhaled deeply, the light casting a warm glow on her features.

She stepped back and smocked away. They stood there in silence for a second, as she smoked and he put away his box. His eyes weren’t leaving her, and he had that sly yet quiet smile.

Despite his intimidating presence, she felt the urge to speak.

-”By the way, I really liked your music, the concert was amazing!”

-”Oh I guessed so, thank you. I saw you dancing, you clearly were enjoying yourself.”

His tone was stripped from any weird connotation, and when she checked his face, so was his expression. He was now leaning on the wall with his shoulder, calmly and patiently observing her.

She couldn’t help but catch her breath, as some heat was rising in her cheeks. Fortunately, she already had a nice red patch across her nose and cheeks, due to the ambient warmth. Nonetheless, she gave herself some composure by putting her hair up, to get some heat off her neck.

-”Can I?”

She looked up, mid ponytail, hands busy as he pointed the stick hanging from her mouth. She nodded, and he brought his fingers to her lips, slightly brushing them as he collected the cigarette. He put his lips where her lipstick was, watching her intently while she finished tying her hair up.

(Sorry for cutting it short, hope you enjoyed it anyway, the rest will probably come soon)

#drummer #music #fanfic #story #short story #original story #fiction #writing #one shot #oc #rock #concert #fame #muse band #muse #hozier #andrew hozier byrne

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hangezoeenthusiast · 3 years

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Papa

Part 2 Part 3

let me know if you wanna be tagged please. this will be a series

fem!daughter!reader

word count: 1,855

person: c!schlatt, c!quackity, c!karl, c!sapnap

warnings: parents, cursing, yelling, orphans, cigars and alcohol mention (btw these are the warnings for now)

synopsis: you were loved, you were cherished, then someone left, and other people replaced that person, and you didn't like that.

Your biological parents threw you out of their home because they couldn't care for you. You were at least at the brink of 2 years old when this happened. They put you in a little stroller and took you to an orphanage. "Miss Jessica's Home For Orphans", it was a stupid place, but the place got you fed, and clothed.

On some fortunate day, you were going to get adopted. Quackity his name was. He came in, and asked for kids 2-6. "Those ages are easy to maintain", he thought in his head. He was contemplating whether or not to get a child of his own. He was lonely, no one to love, no one to care for. So Miss Jessica called everyone 2-6 years old to come.

With help from a older person, everyone 2-6 came downstairs. Quackity looked at everyone, and wondered which child he would bring home. Then he looked at you. you looked so adorable, so cute. He asked you, "Hey kid, what's your name." "I'm Y/n, how are you." you smiled at him with barely any teeth. He pulled you gently off to the side, "Hey kiddo, do you want to come with me to my house?" "Yes Mr." you answer.

You were glad to go to Quackity's house, you never had any love from anyone.

(Spongebob theme) 8 years later

You were 10 years old, living happily with Quackity. 8 years ago, he came to the orphanage and picked you up, ever since, you were showered with love and care. But there was one thing, you never called Quackity dad. You would just call him Alex or Quackity.

“Hey Quackity, what’s for lunch?”

“Ummm, some pizza with wings, buffalo right?”

“Yeah.”

Quackity felt bad, you never and did call him by dad, or any parental name. “Hey kid, can i talk to you about something.”

You put down your water, “Yeah, what’s up?” “So lately I’ve noticing that you have been calling me by my name?”

“Are you uncomfortable with me using your name.” you asked. “No, no, but it’s kinda weird, since, yaknow, I adopted you, and I’m a parental figure in your life, so maybe if you would call me dad or another parental name that would be cool?”

“Ohh, the only reason I was calling you by your name because I thought you were uncomfy with me calling you dad?”

“Oh thank goodness, I thought I did something wrong.” he sighed out.

"Could I possibly call you papa, since you-" he cut you off by hugging you. He squeezed his arms around you really hard, 'YES, YES, ANYTHING."

So after that, you would call him papa or dad, and sometimes use his real name.

6 years later, you were 16. The election happened, the calling out of the votes, Coconut2020 coming in fourth, which was last, who was lead by Fundy and Nihachu, Schlatt2020 coming in third, lead by Jschlatt, Swag2020 coming in second, lead by Quackity who is your papa and Georgenotfound, and Pog2020 coming in first lead by Tommyinnit, Wilbur Soot, and Tubbo. Also the sudden announcement of Schlatt2020 and Swag2020 polling votes, and the speech by Schlatt stating that Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit were no longer citizens of L'Manberg now turned Manberg.

You were surprised, you didn't know that your father with add his votes with Schlatt's. So immediately after Wilbur and Tommy got banned from Manberg, Quackity and Schlatt called you and Tubbo up to the stage. "HEY YOU TWO, COME UP HERE." Schlatt yelled at you both. You both were reluctant to go, Schlatt was scary, his ram-horned self.

"It's ok Y/n, you're ok." your father told you. You stiffly went up the stage with Tubbo. "Tubbo, I want you to be the Secretary of State, and Y/n, I want you to be the First Lady, since your dad is the Vice-President." Schlatt demanded you both to be.

You didn't really want to be in a position of power. You were happy with living with Quackity, in L'Manberg, with no place of authority over anyone.

"Are you sure Schlatt, I mean, I suck at authority." said Tubbo. "Yes, I'm sure, I'm totally sure."

You were doing some paperwork for Schlatt when Tubbo came into your office, "Y/n, Schlatt and Quackity want you in their office."

"Ok, I need to finish this paperwork for Punz, he needs-"

"They said it's urgent."

"Fineee." you got up from your chair, "Thanks Tubbo, by the way, can you finish the paperwork, if you aren't busy."

"Yeah sure Y/n, just hurry up, they are really acting crazy in there." he jokingly stated. "Trust me, they're doing nothing."

You went out of your office, and walked all the way to Schlatt's. There, you found Quackity and Schlatt sitting together, talking about some random presidental shit. "Hey, what you guys needed me for?" you asked. You were desperate to go back to your office, still not used to this place. "We need to tell you something." they synchronized.

"Okkk, so what?"

"Umm, well Y/n, meet your new dad." you gaped at Quackity, then Schlatt repeatedly.

"NOPE."

"NEVER."

"WHY HIM."

"HE SUCKS ASS."

"HE SMELLS LIKE CIGARS AND ALCOHOL, WHY WOULD YOU WANNA DATE SOMEONE WHO SMELLS LIKE THAT."

You rambled on and on until Quackity covered your mouth to stop your obsequent talking, "Calm down mi quierda, first of all, it's not your choice, he makes me happy, I make him happy, and lastly, he smells great."

"YEAH I DO, YOU TELL HER BABE, I DON’T STINK." Schlatt yelled across the room.

“But why him, like there is multiple other people who is better than him.” you whined.

“Ok kid, I like, no love him, he loves me, why can’t you be happy with that.” Schlatt told you irritated.

“But-”

“No buts, just please be supporting of us, please mi amor?”

“Fine, doesn’t mean I like it.”

After that little argument you had with Schlatt and Quackity, you finished leftover paperwork so there wouldn’t be a pile of it when you came back to the office the next day.

You heard a knock on the door, and told them to come in. To your surprise, annoyingly, it was Schlatt, holding up your favorite hamburger from McDonalds. “Hey kid, what you doing?” he asked you.

You didn’t respond to him, trying to stay silent and finish the paperwork. “Your dad told me your favorite meal from McDonald’s, yaknow, as a present I guess.”

You still ignored him. "Kid, I know you don't like me, I wouldn't like me either if I found out my dad was dating-" you interrupted him, "It's not that, I want dad to be happy, it's YOU, you don't deserve his love. Do you understand Schlatt?"

He put his hand on your knee, "I know, I don't deserve him, I'm not trying to replace anyone in your life, I just want to make Quackity and possibly you happy."

You blankly looked at him, "Ok, that was a good statement, but if you hurt dad, I will make sure you live the rest of your life feeling like shit."

"We got a deal kid, you accept this partnership between me and your dad, and I'll won't break his heart, deal?"

You shook his hand, "Deal Schlatt."

"Hey kid, we're going out to a date, you want anything from outside?" Schlatt knocked on your door to your room. You were reading your favorite book when Schlatt interrupted your reading process, "Nah, have a good date."

You were kinda accepting Schaltt dating Quackity. You didn't like their PDA though. It was absolutely digusting, but it made your father happy. "Hey babe, what you doing in here?" Quackity appeared at the frame of your door. "Nothing, just talking to little ol' Y/n, isn't that right?"

"Yes, don't call me that though." "Ok then, you ready babe?" asked Schlatt. "Yeah, Y/n, don't do anything stupid while me and Schlatt are gone." You rolled your eyes, "I'm not going to do anything stupid papa, just have a great night with Jcum." "HEY, DON'T CALL ME JCUM."

"Love you both." you got back into your book, not knowing that the both of them were shocked.

Those three little words got both of them gaping at you. You didn't like Schlatt from the beginning, and you were saying to him "love you"? "What did you just say mi amor?" "I said love you both." you didn't know that those words were significant to Schlatt.

He wanted your approval of dating Quackity, since you are his only daughter. "HOLY SHIT, YOU SAID LOVE YOU TO ME, TO ME." Schlatt leaped with joy. "Don't take it too serious Jschlatt, you kinda warmed up to me these past weeks." you smirked.

He walked to your bed, and hugged you with all his might.

"Schlatt."

"What are you doing?"

"You are squeezing me too tight."

"I can't breath right now, let go of me."

You squeezed out, he was crushing all the oxygen out of your body, "Sorry, Y/n." he shyly spoke, rubbing the back of his neck. "Schlatt, we have had a lot of arguments, I didn't like you, still kinda don't right now, but you are actually a good person, and I actually, not fakely, approve you to date my dad."

Schlatt ran out your room screaming repeatedly, "YES, LET'S GOOO."

Quackity was out doing some random things for Schlatt, while you were cooking Schlatt's favorite food. Since last week you declared that you were actually ok with their relationship, you actually got comfortable with Jschlatt being near you.

It was a teasing relationship, you guys making fun of each other when the other did something wrong. To kinda celebrate the event, you were making food. You heard the door open, and there Schlatt was in his presidential suit. "Hey Schlatt, what's up?" you questioned while mixing the pasta in the pot.

He took of his jacket, shoes, and tie, looking stressed, "Nothing kid, just stresed out" "About what?" "Tubbo needs a lot of items to get something for me, but I don't have them." he sighed. "What does he need?" "He needs stupid netherite, the only thing I don't have in hand." "I actually have some, I could give it to Tubbo." you stated. "Thanks kiddo." "No problem Schlatt."

"Anyways, food is going to be ready in an hour."

"Thanks, I'll be in my room."

"Ok dad." He stopped in his tracks, "What did you just say to me." "What do you mean?" "Y-you just called me dad." he stumbled on his words with unbelief lacing them.

You smiled over your shoulder, "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't, who knows?" "You actually consider me to be your dad?"

"Well yeah, you're nice to me and papa, you take care of me, you love me, so why not?"

He hugged you from behind, "Thanks kiddo, I'll receive this announcemet with honor," he jokingly stated. "No problemo dad, just go take a shower, you stink." "NEVER." he wrapped his arms around you as much as he could.

(This is the end of this first part, this is my first time making a series, let me know what you think)

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momowho34 · 3 years

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So that story about Dionysus being the son of Persephone is awful and gross for like 10 different reasons but can we stop and just appreciate how amazingly they would get along? Like dionysus has mysterious chthonic connections on his own and both of them show evidence of being preceded by really old and dangerous figures and they both have rebirth themes and agricultural themes and I just keep imagining

(This isn’t for a fandom it’s just straight up Greek mythology btw)

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Styx: Yeah idk, I just... found him here?

Dionysus, after wandering into the underworld and passing out next to the river Styx, wearing dramatic grape vines, drunk as fuck, tired, entirely oblivious to anything ever, should be totally harmless but still has the faintest aura of the maddened screams of the dying and the roar of lions drifting around him: hnngh???

Persephone, tearing up: *gasps* new bestie!!!!

Styx: ??????

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Persephone, during their weekly visits, painting his nails: *sighs* it’s just.... so exhausting to be raised from the dead every year, y’know? Really fucks with my beauty routine. I love seeing my mom but being brought back to life is just a little tedious. Dying is like so much easier.

Dionysus, feeding Cerberus ghost pork chops under the table with his other hand: oh sweetheart I know. I’ve died and been reborn three times, did you know that? Exhausting. Every. Single. Time.

Persephone: omg dish!!!!

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Persephone, on the way to the fields of Elysian with Dionysus: I just don’t understand why you had to kill him! He was so close to reuniting with his wife... er- whatever her name was, but they were really cute and you know how I am about love stories I just... I’m so upset!!!

Dionysus, carrying Orpheus’s soul over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes: look, he was ruining my vibe, okay? I really value my vibe! That’s just how it is. Besides, he lost his chance to find her in the living world when he turned around and saw her. Now he gets to reunite with his lover.... dicey-universe or whatever her name was.

Orpheus, weakly: Eurydice, my beloved that I lost, oh how her beauty was- ack!

Dionysus, frowning, wacking Orpheus over his shoulder: hush, you. We’re almost there. If you start waxing poetic or singing about tragic love again I will throw you into Asphodel so fast-

Persephone: oh don’t pretend that you didn’t come down here to save your wife a long time ago.

Dionysus, scoffing: okay, but that’s different! I am allowed to be here. Ariadne just came down for a little visit, she wasn’t planning to stay dead!

Persephone: .....I’m not entirely sure you understand how death works, dionysus.

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Hades, sighing: honey I don’t want to limit your friend circle, it’s just that it’s dangerous for someone to traverse between realms like this!

Persephone: I’m telling you though, he is a death god!

Hades: darling I’m finding it hard to believe that the god of wine and partying is-

Dionysus, turning the corner, with his horns and thrysus and slit pupil eyes and leopard skin and somehow giving off ancient old god eldritch abomination energy despite wearing sunglasses and drinking a smoothie: ‘Sup fuckers.

Hades, backing away: dear fucking Kronos yeah that’s a death god, that’s a really old death, that’s an old as Tarterus death god, holy fucking shit okay have fun sweetie he’s free to hang out down here whenever he wants I’m going to go throw up have fun you two bye no way I’m fucking with this shit not today-

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(tw: people talking about sex)

Persephone: okay but you can’t have had sex with that many nymphs! I know those girls! Boroe, Khonoris, Nikaia, Methe, Pallene-

Dionysus, sighing: Okay, okay, it wasn’t that many nymphs and humans! Just... look, let’s stop talking about my love life and talk about yours, hmm? Like did you have any other romantic escapades other then Mr. Scary Pants here?

Persephone: hmmm.... well there was this one really cute guy that I hung out with for a while, Adonis. He was pretty great, honestly.

Dionysus: ooh, Adonis... I remember him, he was really cute- shit, sorry, I had a fling with him too but this isn’t about me, go on.

Persephone, rolling her eyes: ugh, of course you did. Anyway, he’s no use to me dead, and he got killed by Ares.

Dionysus: oof, Ares. Fate worse then death. Why was he killed by Ares?

Persephone: because he slept with Aphrodite, Ares really hates it when people sleep with his girlfriend.

Dionysus, reminiscing: oooohhh, Aphrodite. Now she was definitely something, I remember this one time we- why are you looking at me like that?

Persephone:

Persephone: you.

Persephone: you never told me you slept with aPHRODITE- *assorted sounds of screaming and crashing*

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Demeter, exasperated, during the summer months: oh by the Titans, you can’t seriously be telling me that you’re friends with Bacchus of all people.

Persephone: but why! He’s an agriculture god, you two should get along! Plus he’s not dangerous- ok, he’s a little dangerous, but like, not to me!

Demeter, sighing: sweetheart I assure you, it’s not about if he’s dangerous-

Dionysus, popping through a window, looking at Demeter: heeeyyyyy! yo, it’s Bread Basket, my favorite bestie!!! I’m doing real good at this domesticated planting thing, I’m a born natural at it hahaha!!! I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been taking really good care of the vineyards you helped me plant, absolutely no fires or villager beheadings so far! I promise no more screw ups- *glances behind him* oh my gods you stupid fucking satyr’s, that is the ONE plot of land that you’re not supposed to- Sorry Demi, gotta go good luck with the.... whatever it is you do, bye!!!

Persephone, staring in awe as Dionysus runs back to the fields and desperately tries to corrall the satyr’s in his cult that are munching on grape vines as the maenads cheer and throw sticks in the background: wow. I’ve never... ive never seen this side of him before.

Demeter, putting her head in her hands: yet another reason why I wish I had your luck, Kore.

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Dionysus, standing next to persephone, watching Psyche skip away with a box of beauty cream tucked under her arm: ....You know she’s gonna open that box.

Persephone: yep.

Dionysus: and that it’s going to kill her?

Persephone: yep.

Dionysus: and that doesn’t bother you?

Persephone, sighing: look, have a little faith in Eros. He’s a resourceful little shit, he’ll figure something out, and watching Aphrodite realize she’s been bested by her own son will taste like poetry. I can’t wait to see it.

Dionysus, whistling: damn gurl you hold a grudge.

Persephone, narrowing her eyes: only against Aphrodite. Only against Aphrodite.

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Dionysus: anyway I was *Baby Melinoe grabs his arm and he freezes* oh my god what is that

Persephone, laughing: that’s just my daughter, Dionysus. I think she likes you.

Dionysus: fuck. Oh gods. um- uhhhhh- what I do with it, I don’t know- I don’t know what to do with it-

Melinoe: *laughs*

Dionysus, sweating: oh no. Why did it make that sound? Did I break it? Is it- is it broken??? What am I supposed to do with this??? Is it okay????

Persephone: gods this is so going in the fucking scrapbook.

Melinoe: *latches onto Dionysus’s arm as he continues to panic*

Dionysus: persephone is it okay? Is it broken? Persephone I’m not kidding your husband honestly freaks me the fuck out I don’t wanna break your kid oh my gods

Persephone: she usually doesn’t like people she doesn’t know-

Melinoe: *starts to climb on him*

Dionysus: oh fuck, no no no what is it doing, Persephone I’m not kidding what is it doing, what is it doing Persephone get it off me oh my gods I’m not joking perSEPHONE-

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jasperswh0re · 3 years

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Savior [Raylan Givens x Reader]

hihihi so im like super in love with this character and i haven’t seen like any writing for Timothy Olyphant Characters besides Cobb and Mickey... so i thought i would do that for our favorite U.S. Marshall, Mr. Deputy Raylan Givens

Might make this a series. Let me know if you wanna be tagged if I make another part!

Summary: You’re going about your daily errands at the bank when there’s suddenly a robbery. Luckily, a U.S. Marshall was inside and there to save the day. Gender neutral reader btw

Warnings: Gun use, swearing

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You tapped your foot violently against the tiled flooring of the bank. In ten minutes you were to be at an appointment yet this line wasn’t moving an inch. The beat of your toes hitting the ground had you bouncing at insane speeds. You hated waiting.

“You doing alright there?” You heard someone say behind you.

You flipped around to see a taller man wearing a cowboy hat. He was looking down at you, an amused glint in his eye. He was handsome and his country drawl was deep.

“Just in a hurry,” You shrugged and smiled sheepishly. He chuckled when you turned forward to see that the line still hadn’t moved.

“Aren’t we all?”

“Kentucky life can be one hell of a doozy.”

“You’re tellin’ me...” He sighed. He was scanning the area, as if he was searching for something. Though, you didn’t think much of it and held out your hand.

“(Y/n) (L/n). Nice to meet you... I haven’t seen you around before,” You introduced yourself, snapping him out of detective mode.

His grin grew wide, “Raylan Givens... I work down at the uh-... Marshall’s Service.”

“Wow. A marshall. Do we really still have those? You look like you walked out a western film.”

Raylan’s head tilted back with laughter, making sure to hold the tip of his hat, and you felt any sense of urgency wash away.

“Like I haven’t heard that before.”

“It’s hard not to say.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment. Smiles were wide on each face and the socially accepted distance for people in line was crumbling between you two.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” Raylan said. You shook your head no. “Where you from then?”

“Way up north. Just a little town in Oregon...”

“You’re a long ways from home then,” He lifted his head up once more to look around the room. His eyes would flicker back to one spot, not far from the two of you, in between sentences.

“I guess so...” You sighed. You stared at Raylan a little longer while he was focused on something else. When his gaze landed on you once more you checked the line in front of you. One person had been attended to. You and Raylan moved about two inches forward.

“What in the world is taking-”

Before you could continue complaining shots rang out inside of the tiny building. Instinctively, Raylan guarded you and brought you down to the ground. You let out a yelp, along with a few other screams from bystanders, as Raylan forced your body downwards.

“Sorry...” He muttered.

“Get down on the ground! Everyone on your fucking stomachs!” A man in a ski mask yelled, assumably the one who started firing. You couldn’t see since Raylan was blocking your view of the man.

No one dared to move a muscle so he lifted the gun at the nearest person to him.

Raylan, who was knelt down, pulled a handgun from his holster faster than you had ever seen. The robber crippled to the ground before he could make the shot.

For a split second, you thought you were saved until another robber in a ski mask came running in with a much larger gun. It must have been automatic, you thought. You didn’t know much about weapons. Raylan directed his gun in the new robbers ‘direction but the newcomer let out a tsk.

“Nuh-uh, you put that here gun down. Or I shoot. I got two buddies coming. This won’t end well for you.”

Raylan didn’t move.

“I swear to god, man. I’ll shoot.”

Raylan thought it through in his mind. This criminal was either bluffing or telling the truth. He could shoot, adding another life to his belt but it wouldn’t matter much anyway. The authorities were on their way. The robbers were wimpy, so this wasn’t going to last long.

He darted his eyes towards you. You were on the floor still, eyes wide with fear but otherwise gave no indication of being afraid. He looked around at the people and sighed, placing down his gun slowly.

The robber skittered towards the Marshall and kicked the gun away, holding the automatic rifle toward his face.

“Everyone. Jewelry and cash. Now! On your stomachs!” He hollered.

And they did. Two more robbers with their faces covered came in once everyone was down and they took any valuables offered. None of the three bothered with their buddy who was bleeding out on the floor and began taking out stacks of cash.

Before reaching the registers, one of the men stopped by your figure and grinned. A silver bracelet sat on your wrist, you had completely forgotten about it. He went for your arm and you jumped in surprise, instinctively pulling your hand away.

The man’s smile dropped to pure rage and shoved his gun in your face, his hand still locked around your wrist, “Give it to me.”

Your mind went blank. Raylan watched, ready to pounce at any moment if any moves were made and cursed himself for kicking his gun away. Ever worse, he knew it would be too risky to pull out his backup. So, he watched the robber decisively. And watched you carefully.

Words couldn’t formulate the feeling in your throat. You wanted to swallow badly but you feared any outside movement would end up in your head blown off. So, your hand moved slowly to unlatch the bracelet. It had zero sentimental value, so you weren’t about to make a fit.

He stalked off after snatching the thin piece of jewelry and you dropped your head in relief. One long breath of air exhaled from your lungs.

To your left you could hear Raylan muttering something under his breath. He was frustrated. Glaring daggers at the criminals in front of him. You studied his face while he did so.

“It’s okay,” You whispered.

His angry expression became thoroughly confused.

“What?” He hissed.

“It’s okay...” You repeated. “You looked angry, not only at these men but... also yourself. They won’t get away with it.”

Your ghost of a smile reassured Raylan. Everyone in this room was shaking in their boots or crying out of fear for their life. Yet here you were making sure that he was okay. Immediately after a gun was propped against your skull.

Had you not said a word, he’d have done something brash. Something that Art would definitely not be happy about. More AUSA cases, more paperwork. His gun wasn’t far, too. Instead here was this random person, laying next to him calm as can be.

And in all seriousness, you were a terrified. You’ve never been a part of something so scary. But you knew just as well as Raylan that these men wouldn’t be successful. Everyone would be okay if they just complied.

If, is the key word here.

Not far from the two of you, one of the robbers started making trouble. It was the same one that had confronted you. A man on the floor was aggravated, he didn’t want to give up his watch. So, as expected, the robber stuck a gun to his head. Raylan looked at his gun that was a few feet away.

The criminal continued to shove the weapon in the man’s face, screaming for the watch.

“I will shoot you fucking dead old man. Give me the goddamn watch.”

The man shook his head furiously. The robber opened his mouth once more to yell but was interrupted by the sound of a gun clicking.

“You wanna put that down now... don’t try anything.”

Raylan had his handgun pressed against the man’s head. His accomplacises were in the back, trying to open the large safes, so the man was left on his own.

“You wanna make the right decision now, don’t you?” Raylan’s southern drawl was calm but sharp. “You can either die right here... or go to jail. It’s that simple...”

There was no response, but the criminal set down his automatic slowly. At that moment the sound of sirens blared and officers stormed through the building. Raylan took the man by the wrists and shoved him at an nearby police officer, while shouting that his buddies were in the building somewhere.

With a sigh, you watched the chaos reign through the building. Much to your surprise, Raylan approached you with a grin.

“You’re pretty weird, you know?”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothin’ bad,” Raylan folded his arms. “You weren’t afraid. You didn’t even tremble in fear.”

“I don’t tremble,” You shrugged.

“Hell, I’ll believe you. Your hand was steady when giving him your bracelet.”

“I tend to stay calm in situations like these.”

“So you’ve had something happen?” Raylan tilted his head.

You paused, thinking of the words to say.

“I guess you could say that...” You finally smiled at the man in front of you. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“You saved all these people today. Especially that man,” You pointed at a victim. “And in a way, you saved me.”

“I couldn’t save your bracelet,” He lifted his brows. He seemed to regret that he didn’t stop the robber.

“You can make it up to me sometime...” You said, placing a hand on his upper arm. Raylan gave you a sweet smile. “See you around, cowboy.”

#raylan givens #justified #raylan givens x reader #justified x reader #timothy olyphant #bowd crowder #ava crowder

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i-stole-ur-toast-2 · 3 years

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quick fan fic dump cause I don't have an ao3 acc

description: Hordak and the best friends squad travel to safe Entrapta from horde Prime in an angsty yet fluffy adventure

reading time: 15-20 minutes

age rating: all ages

not finished btw!!

"This is amazing! Look at all the data we can collect!” Entrapta yelled, drifting through the low gravity air. They were both currently on a random planet looking for leftover First One's Tech.

“Yeah…” Hordak sighs, and leaned back. "She's too good for me!" Hordak thought. "Besides, how could she ever like someone so terrible... I'm no better than Horde Prime."

"…So what do you think? Hordak?" Entrapta asked, snapping Hordak back to reality.

"Uhhh?? I think we should… collect dust samples? To see what planet we're on?" Hordak guessed, hoping he didn't sound insane.

“Wow, what a great idea! I never would have thought of that!” Entrapta smiled, then went work collecting dust samples.

“That's what I'm here for…" Hordak sighed, then bent down and started getting samples too.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Entrapta smiled. "Your here because your my friend- and my lab partner!" Hordak blushed and smiled back. Before he could get anything, they was a loud BANG and smoke was EVERYWHERE, completely blocking Hordak's vision.

“ENTRAPTA!!” Hordak screamed, desperately feeling his way through the smoke.

"HOrda-" Entrapta cried, but was suddenly muffled by a foggy figure.

"MWAHAHAAHA, HORDE PRIME HAS RISEN AGAIN AND THIS TIME, HE WON'T FAIL…" And just as suddenly as the smoke came, it cleared, leaving nothing behind except Hordak, standing alone on a random planet.

"So you're saying… one of Prime's clones took Entrapta and then said ‘Mwahhahaha, Horde Prime has risen again and this time he won't fail?’"

"Yes…"

"Hordak, if this is a plot to try to defeat us… I'm not interested." Adora said, and started walking away. Hordak fought back the urge to grab Adora and choke her.

“DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I WOULD JOKE ABOUT ENTRAPTA?! THE ONE PERSON I- never mind,” Adora glances back and sees how serious Hordak is.

“Well then… uh… I'll call an alliance meetingShe

Everyone is talking loudly when Adora and Hordak enter the room.

"Ahem. EVERYONE!" The room quickly quiets down. "Hordak, would you mind explaining what happened?" Adora asked.

Hordak reluctantly stood up in front of everyone.

"Entrapta and I were on a planet looking for extra First One's Tech when one of Prime's clones grabbed Entrapta and disappeared." Everyone was clearly shocked and slightly nervous, but Catra seemed to be taking it especially hard.

"H- Horde Prime?" Catra tentatively said.

"As far as we know, yes," Adora sighed. "Okay, so all in favor of trusting Hordak and trying to find Entrapta? Hands up, please?" Everyone slowly raises their hand but Mermista. "Mermista?"

"Look, I'm all for saving geek princess and becoming heroes again, but exactly WHY are we trusting Hordak? What has he done to help us?" Mermista asked. "Most of us weren't even on board with the whole Catra thing, and now this?!" Adora sighed, knowing all the princesses probably thought the same thing.

"BeCAUSE, if this is real we could lose Entrapta, AND we've seen how dangerous Prime can be. We gotta trust Hordak, or risk losing EVERYTHING." Adora explained.

"Okay, first of all, that is very flawed logic, second of all, how are we ever gonna find her in the first pl-" Before Mermista could finish a video message showed up on everyone's tracker pad.

"H-hello? Hordak? If your watching this it means I've programmed this right! I don't have much time, but I'm at the planet Skylen, please hurry, they're about to put the chip in!" A voice from farther away speaks. "Entrapta, WHAT ARE YOU DOING." Entrapta looks terrified. "Please, I don't want to lose everything yet!!! Hurry!!! I gotta go, they're gonna hurt m-" The message breaks off in static. Hordak is clearly panicking now.

"Is that enough to convince you, Mermista? Okay, Bow, prepare the ships…" Adora continues to give orders when Catra thinks of something.

"But Adora… none of us knows how to remove chips…" Catra says, then realizes exactly what that means, along with everyone else. "…None of us can remove chips. ADORA!! I CAN'T GO BACK THERE!! I DON'T WANNA DIE…"

"Hmmmm... I can probably find a way to remove the chips based on Entrapta's old tech… might hurt a bit though…" Bow muttered, then started drawing on a napkin. Hordak didn't realize how on edge he was until he yelled.

"You will NOT make ANYTHING that could HURT Entrapta, or anyone else. UNDERSTAND?" Hordak yells, then sighed, and said "Sorry. Sorry. It's just…" Hordak couldn't bear the thought of Entrapta going through what he had- if she didn't remember him…

"Bow, is there ANY way to stop the pain?" Adora asked.

"I'll try to work something out," Bow said, than walked out muttering to himself.

"Alright. SO. Catra and Glimmer? Up for a rescue mission?" Adora nervously smiled. Glimmer's hand shot up, Catra's hand went up slower.

"Bow will obviously come to." Glimmer said.

"Ok! If there's no questions, you are all dismissed!" Adora said, then walked out.

"Um… Adora… could I speak with you for a second?" Catra asked, nervously leaning back and forth.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Look, I.. I'm scared. Ok? I don't wanna lose you, if we get chipped I may never see you again,"

"Oh, Catra…" Adora hugged Catra hard. "We can't just abandon Entrapta, she's been left behind too many times before," Catra tenses at the memory of her shocking Entrapta. "As for Hordak… well, we've all seen it. As for you staying, I understand. This is scary for me too. If you want to stay, that is perfectly fine. You don't have to shove down your fears anymore."

Catra smiles. "I love you, Adora,"

"I love you too," Adora replied. "To the moon and back,"

Adora walks along the hallway messing with her tracker pad when she bumps into Glimmer.

"Adora! Just the person I was looking for! So, uh, is Hordak coming with us?"

"…I really don't know. This could all be fake- Hordak's pretty good at manipulating people. And Catra's already terrified. I'm not sure if it'd be the best idea…"

"That's true, but lets be honest- none of us are exactly good with tech. And you've seen how forgetful Entrapta is, she didn't even remember me! Hordak's the only one she seems to have a true connection with- like you and Catra!" Adora hadn't thought of it that and considered.

"I suppose we gotta take him… I'm just nervous…"

"Well, I think we should. I'm not forgiving him but he could help." Glimmer said.

"Ok. Just… we gotta be careful." Adora sighed.

"I know!!" Glimmer said. "I'm gonna go tell Bow, see you soon!" She ran down the hall and bumped into Wrong Hordak. "Oh! Hey! Could you ask Hordak if he wants to come on a rescue mission with us?"

"Oh hello, sister! Of course! Thank you!" Wrong Hordak grinned and winked. "Goodbye now!"

"This is all my fault."

"It is not, brother. You couldn't control what happened!" Wrong Hordak said to Hordak. "The princesses would like to know if you want to come on a rescue mission, you should go!"

"But what if I mess up again?" Hordak cried.

"But what if you don't? What if you don't come, and Entrapta is lost forever?" Wrong Hordak asked.

"…You're right. Fine. Tell the princesses I'll come, and ask when we leave. And, uh, th- thank you,"

Wrong Hordak squeals. "Oh, brother!! You are most welcome!! I'm sure you'll do great!" Wrong Hordak ran out of the room to tell the princesses, leaving only Hordak and his thoughts.

"Great news, sisters! Hordak will be accompanying you on your journey!"

"That's, uh, great," Adora sighed. "Thanks."

Glimmer smiled at Wrong Hordak. "Night!"

"We leave tomorrow at 6. Tell Hordak." Adora said.

"Will do! Thaaaank yoooou!" Wrong Hordak winked and walked out.

"Welp. The ship is ready!" Bow said, then hopped on. "Let's go, you guys!" Everyone hops on. "Ok, so, we have limited space- Hordak's room is on the right, me 'n Glim's in the middle, and Catra and Adora's on the left. I brought some stuff this time… we might need supplies…-but anyway, yeah! You probably wanna sleep some more... I was NOT on board with the 6 o clock thing."

Everyone went into their room except Catra and Hordak. They stood awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact. Catra was the first to speak up.

"Look, Hordak, I- I'm so sorry. I know I hurt you and everyone and honestly I don't deserve forgiveness- from anyone. But for what it counts, I regret everything. I was horrible. I was so much worse than you. I'm so, so sorry." Catra cried. Hordak sighs, then speaks.

"Neither of us deserved a redemption. I didn't even have one. You did horrible things, but in the end, we both did. I've tried hating. Maybe I could try forgiving." Catra runs to him and hugs him.

"Thank you. And, uh, don't tell anyone about the hug. Or any of this, really. Please."

"Don't worry, I'm not exactly thrilled with you hugging me either. But I won't say anything."

"Not even to Entrapta?" Catra asked.

Hordak blushes. "We'll see."

"Entrapta?"

"This is all your fault!"

"I'm sorry!"

"HORDAK! HORDAK!"

"HORDAAAAK!"

"-AAAUGH! What the HECK?"

"Sorry, but we're here. Are you coming?" Adora asked.

"Y-yeah. Sorry. Lets go." Hordak said quickly. Everyone jumps down onto Skylen.

"Here we are… Skylen. Its gorgeous…" Glimmer sighed.

"Not as gorgeous as you!" Bow smiled.

"Could you guys maybe, oh I dunno, shut up? We're on a rescue mission, if you can't remember!" Catra said. Catra agreed to come eventually but was clearly on edge and terrified.

"And we need to be quiet!!!" Adora shushed. "Lets go!" They slowly walk around until they find a room. It was small, but clearly being guarded well.

"Woah… Looks like SOMEONE got an upgrade…" Catra whispered.

"Glimmer? I hate to ask this but do you remember where you were kept?" Adora quietly said.

"I- um- …no" Glimmer admitted.

Adora sighs. "Ok. Well, as long as we're careful, we should be ok for long enough," Hordak looks ahead and gasps, memories flooding his head- none of them pleasant.

"What is it?" Asked Adora. Then she notices Horde Prime "RUN!!!!" Adora screams.

"WAIT. I come in peace. IF you stay put." Horde Prime said. "I'm only asking for… Hordak."

"NEVER!" Hordak screamed. "I JOINED THE SIDE OF GOOD AND I'M NEVER GOING BACK!"

"Oh, I'm sure we can change that," Horde Prime smiled. "Once you see… Entrapta…" He turns a screen on, and Entrapta is projected.

"ENTRAPTA!!!" Hordak screamed.

"Hordak..?" Entrapta hoarsly whispers. "HORDAK!!! YOU GOTTA GO!!!! HE'S GONNA-" Horde Prime turns the video off.

"That's quite enough. I shall bring her out to you with tape over her mouth, and then I shall set the terms and conditions." Horde Prime snaps, and one of his servants gets Entrapta. She is covered in cuts and looks pale and weak. “If you do not accept, Entrapta will be brutally killed, and your "friends" will be chipped. If you accept, I will have mercy on Entrapta.”

"I- I…" Hordak stuttered. Entrapta uses her last bit of energy to rip the tape off and yells. "HORDAK, DON'T DO IT!!!! DON'T DO IT, PLEASE! ITS NOT WORTH I-" Entrapta screamed. Horde Prime gives her a cut and then pores green stuff on it, Entrapta passes out

"ENTRAPTA!!!" Hordak screams again. "Please… don't make me do this!"

"You have one day. You will be kept in the prisoners room, and since I would rather not hear you scream for each other, you get a room together." Horde Prime said. And so they were escorted to their room.

"Hordak… Hordak… you left me…"

Hordak reaches out infinitely for an illusion. An illusion where Entrapta won't be chipped. Where she'll be safe. But like every dream, that illusion soon shatters, leaving only a broken heart.

"…Hordak?" Adora says. "Wake up. Horde Prime decided to move all of us to a different room. You'll be alone now." Adora quietly walks out.

Hordak sighs. "What am I gonna do? I can't let Entrapta die, I CAN'T. But I canNOT have my memory erased again… and why isn't everyone else fighting Prime? Are they too scared that they might lose their loved ones? I guess I understand that… I could try sneaking out… yeah, I'll try that." Hordak tries desperately to break the barrier, but of course, fails. "AAAAARGH, PRIME!" Hordak screams. Horde Prime appears suddenly, almost as he has been listening for that cry of anguish.

"Your day is up. What do you choose?"

"I- I-"

"Your second is up." Horde Prime smiles cruelly. "However, I am merciful, and won't kill Entrapta."

Hordak looked relieved- for a second.

"What are you going to do to her instead?"

"Well… I see it fit to chip her," Prime smiled. "In fact, she's been chipped already! Child, come to me."

Chipped Entrapta walked up to Horde Prime and smiled.

"Hello, Hordak."

"Entrapta… NO, NO, NO!!!" Hordak yelled. Hordak panicked and ran for Entrapta but Prime blocked him.

"I'll leave you two alone… enjoy, Hordak," Horde Prime said, and walked out.

"Entrapta…" Entrapta walked up to him. "Please, Entrapta. Just try to remember… anything…"

Entrapta simply smiled and walked up to him.

"You're the one who left me. Why would I ever go back with you?" Hordak flashes back to sending Entrapta to Beast Island, only to find Catra lied and betrayed him. His heart still breaks at the thought of sending an innocent Entrapta to die on Beast Island. Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed at his stomach- Entrapta had started squeezing him using her hair.

"Come on, lab partner, join the light of Horde Prime. I'm happy here, free from… imperfections." Hordak was on the verge of tears.

"Worthless."

"Useless."

"Everyone hates you."

Those stupid thoughts wouldn't leave him, but throughout it all… Entrapta didn't leave her either. Hordak reopened his eyes suddenly with a new light of hope burning in his heart.

"Entrapta, please! I'm not leaving you again!" Hordak yelled.

"But you already did! WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?" It was getting harder and harder to fight off Entrapta without hurting her. "You are NOTHING to me, you are nothing to ANYONE, all you are is a WORTHLESS IMPERFECTION." Hordak's eyes widen in shock and sadness, memories of torture and abuse from Horde Prime that he had desperately tried to forget came back. But he forced himself to stay strong.

A single tear fell from Hordak's neon red eyes, but he smiled.

"Wanna know your only weakness? You're not the real Entrapta."

By then they had worked their way to the edge of the platform with a 60 foot drop, all the way down. Entrapta tried to kick Hordak but slipped and started falling.

"ENTRAPTA!!" Hordak grabbed on to her before she could fall, tears streaming down his face. Entrapta wasn't holding on and his grip was slipping.

"I'M NOT LEAVING YOU AGAIN!"

Entrapta seemed to be breaking free of Horde Prime's control, her eyes rapidly flashing from a purple-pink to a neon lime green.

"Hordak…." Entrapta eyes flashed one more time then stayed on purple. Tears started falling down her face too, and she tightened her grip on Hordak's hand. She smiled sadly. "It really is you..." Hordak started pulling her up when her eyes turned bright green again. She let go and fell, tears still streaming down her face.

"ENTRAPTA, NO!! PLEASE…"

Entrapta gasped, and at the last second grabbed on to the edge with her hair. Hordak helped pull and up and they hugged, tears falling down, no words said, just love.

Adora, Catra, Glimmer, and Bow all sit in the prison room together.

"Adora, I heard screaming. Should we try to see what's going on?" Catra tilted her head, worried for Entrapta and Hordak.

"Catra, do you really see a way out? Adora, what do you think?" Glimmer asked.

"I think we should try to make a deal with Horde Prime!" Bow added. Everyone started fighting over what to do, each one trying to yell over the other. Eventually Adora snapped.

"Everyone, SHUT UP!! Catra, I DON'T KNOW. Glimmer, I DON'T KNOW. Bow, I DON'T KNOW!! FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF!! WHY AM I ALWAYS IN CHARGE?!" Everyone sat in a shocked silence. Catra slowly reached her hand over to Adora's and grabbed it.

"We're sorry, Adora… we know how stressful this must be for you. You've always been the hero." Catra whispered.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm just so worried. If Entrapta's really chipped... We could be in big trouble."

"We know, Adora," Glimmer said. "And y'know… I think I might have an idea."

Entrapta was clearly weak and in pain, and it wasn't likely she could live much longer without being healed. Hordak didn't know what to do, but hoped to god Adora and her friends would break out and help them. He cursed Horde Prime for hurting the only one he had ever cared about, shoving down the sudden urge to find Horde Prime and murder him. Until Adora, Catra, Glimmer, and Bow came, all Hordak could do was hold on to Entrapta and wait. He wanted to go find them but was scared that if he left, Entrapta would be taken away and reconditioned. He knew how horrible that felt. So he waited. Entrapta seemed to be asleep, but luckily Hordak could feel her breathing. He was so grateful she was still alive but knew it could all be taken away in a second. And so he held on to her and hoped.

Hordak didn't want to wake Entrapta up, but was getting anxious. He could hear her breathing but was terrified it still wasn't really her.

"How are you feeling?" Hordak whispered.

"I dunno. Its weird. Everything's… faded."

Hordak silently sighed in relieve. Everything was bad, but at this moment, together, in each other's arms… at least that part was okay.

You can't love someone unless you love yourself first, they said. Lies.

I have never loved myself.

But you,

Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.

"What's your idea, Glimmer?" Adora asked, still holding on to Catra's hand.

Glimmer grinned in excitement.

"What if… you give me some of your power, y'know, kinda like you did when you healed me, then I would have enough strength to teleport us out of here?"

Everyone looked shocked.

"That's… actually a really good idea!" said Catra, getting excited too.

"I think we should at least try." Adora mustered a small smile, before transforming. "FOR THE HONOR OF GREYSKULL!!"

"Its a good thing you learned to spawn your sword." Bow remarked, watching She Ra walk up to Glimmer and hold the sword above her head. Glimmer's eyes sparkled, she may love Bow but she was still very bi. She Ra started glowing brightly, magic coursing through her veins. Glimmer could feel herself getting more powerful, and it felt amazing. Never had she been so alive! She Ra continued for another few seconds before dropping to the ground in exhaustion, turning back into Adora.

"ADORA!!" Everyone ran for Adora, Catra in the lead. Glimmer gently shook her.

"Are you ok?"

Adora groaned, then slowly sat up.

"Yeah… I'm fine. Glimmer, can you teleport us out?" Adora asks, glancing around as if regaining her composure. Glimmer's grin was huge as she stood up with her fists out as if ready to punch Prime and all his clones.

"Heck yeah I can!" She seemed to be extremely energized and grabbed on to them all. "Suck it, Horde Prime!" She yelled, and teleported them all outside.

"Glimmer! You did-" Bow yelled. Glimmer covered his mouth.

"Bow, my great friend, my dude, my boyfriend, you gotta shut up."

"Oh. Right." Bow whispered. "Any idea where they could be?"

"We should first check Hordak's prison, and if he's not there, head to Horde Prime's throne room. Adora said. "I think I know where it is. Glimmer, got enough energy left to teleport us?"

"I have the energy for ONE HUNDRED teleports!!" Glimmer grinned, eyes glowing. She teleported them to Hordak's cell.

"Guess he's not here. I wonder if he accepted the deal?" Adora asked. Catra eyes widened at the possibility, it was clear she was worried about Entrapta and Hordak.

"Should we try the throne room?" Glimmer asked, eager to keep moving.

"Yeah. L- let's go." Catra was anxious to move too, and so Glimmer grabbed on to them and teleported them to the throne room.

They teleported to the throne room where they saw Entrapta and Hordak on the very edge of the platform.

"ARE YOU GUYS OK?!" Catra yelled, terrified when she saw them on the ground, thinking they were dead. Hordak jumped, shaken by the sudden noise. He sighed in relief when he saw it was them.

"I'm fine, if you don't count emotionally traumatized as an injury," Hordak glanced at Entrapta. "Entrapta's... Entrapta's alive."

"What HAPPENED?!" Adora asked, running over to them.

"Entrapta got chipped. That's all that's important right now. She needs immediate care." Hordak said.

Catra glanced at Adora.

"Adora, are you strong enough to heal Entrapta?" Catra asked. Entrapta was still on the floor, barely able to sit up.

"I…"

Adora was obviously tired, but she knew this was important to everyone. "I'm fine." She said.

Catra could tell she was lying.

"Adora…"

"I said I'm FINE!" Adora yelled. Everyone looked taken aback, including Hordak and Entrapta.

"Adora… you've been on edge this whole trip. What's wrong?" Catra asked.

Adora glanced around at the shocked and slightly scared faces. She sighed.

"I dunno. I've just been stressed… I'm sorry. I should've told you. Its just, I'm always the hero, I never get a break, every day I save someone new… I'm tired. Ok?"

Catra tilted her head in sympathy.

"Its ok. You know you can tell us anything, right?"

"Yeah. I'm really sorry." Adora sighed, then hugged Catra.

"I love you, Adora."

Adora smiled and hugged her harder.

"I love you too. And thanks. But... I- I don't think I'm ready. To fully heal her, I need to energize." Adora looked down at her feet. Hordak was extremely worried about Entrapta but decided to let Adora rest.

Catra smiled. "Its ok! Y'know… you don't always have to be the hero. But we really do need to get going." Catra looked at Entrapta, then smirked at Hordak. "Hey Hordak, if Entrapta's too weak to walk, which seems to be the case, mind carrying her?"

Hordak blushed hard and glared at Catra. She just kept smirking at him.

"…Fine."

Catra grinned at him.

"Ok, everyone back to the ship, we need to hurry before Horde Prime finds us!" Adora said. Hordak blushed again, and picked up Entrapta. They ran to the ship and quickly hopped on. Adora shut the door behind them and flashed a small smile.

"That was amazing, everyone. I… I think I need to rest. But I'll heal Entrapta as soon as I can."

Catra and Adora walked into their room, leaving Bow, Glimmer, Entrapta, and Hordak. Bow and Glimmer glanced at each other.

"Ok, so… Hordak, we prepared a room for Entrapta, its to the left." Bow pointed to a small room. "You can put her there."

Hordak nodded and started walking where Bow was pointing. He walked in and set Entrapta on the bed, but was clearly anxious to leave her alone.

"Thank you." A voice cut through the silence. Hordak jumped again, startled by the noise.

"…Entrapta?"

"Thanks. For saving me, I mean."

Hordak smiled. "You're welcome."

He walked out, feeling happy and sad and confused, but for now, he was just relieved everyone was safe and together… And that he had Entrapta. That was the most important thing to him.

~The next day~

Entrapta was clearly uncomfortable without her mask and gloves, and most importantly, the chip. She kept running her fingers over the chip and her multiple scars and wincing.

"Adora, shouldn't we try to remove Entrapta's chip? Horde Prime is still tracking us."

"Catra, I don't know… there's really no way to remove it."

"What about… Hordak?" Catra tentatively asked. Adora tensed up.

"That's… I'm not sure."

"Adora, obviously I'm not trusting Hordak. But I don't think Entrapta OR Hordak would agree with one of US removing her chip. Plus, we'd probably kill her." Adora flashed a small smile.

"I guess you're right. Its just…" Adora was interrupted by a scream.

"AAAAAA!!"

"ENTRAPTA!!"

Catra and Adora glanced at each other then ran to where the noise was.

Entrapta was on the floor being electrocuted, the electricity coming from her chip.

Catra gasped when she saw what and stepped back, guilt flooding her. She still felt terrible about shocking Entrapta, this just made it a thousand times worse.

The electricity stopped, leaving Entrapta on the floor, even weaker than before.

"Yeah, so…" Adora sighed. "Hordak, can you remove the chip?"

Hordak slowly walked over to Entrapta who was sitting on a bench in the middle of an otherwise empty room. He was terrified. He couldn't do this. He was going to lose everything, until… Entrapta reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Hordak, I believe in you."

That gave him confidence, but… he knew he could do it. But what if he couldn't? He kept worrying and stalling when suddenly Entrapta was shocked again by her chip. This time when the shocking stopped, her eyes were flashing between green and purple again. He knew it was now… or never. Her eyes eventually stopped flashing and she looked at him, desperation in her eyes.

"Please, PLEASE, you've got to get the chip out."

Her eyes brimmed with tears while saying this. She looked so sad Hordak almost cried himself. He wanted to, but… he wasn't programmed to show emotions and was still getting used to being accepted as himself.

"Anyway," he said to himself. "You've gotta focus."

"Are you ready?" Hordak asked Entrapta.

Entrapta clenched her fist and nodded.

"I'm ready."

Hordak first examined the chip closely, seeing if removing it would do any damage. He gasped when he saw how much it had already became a part of her.

"Um... Entrapta…"

Entrapta looked at him, tears starting to fall.

"If I removed the chip… it could-"

Entrapta clenched her fists harder.

"It would kill me."

She said it so quietly, so defeated, Hordak had never seen her like this. She was Entrapta- she would never, ever give up on something so easily. But this… this was different. Hordak could tell.

Hordak started walking out of the room Entrapta was in, suspecting she wanted to be alone, and anyway, he needed to talk to the princesses about this. Just as he was exiting, he heard a small voice.

"Hordak?"

Entrapta spoke, clearly trying to hold in tears.

"Please," she said. "Stay."

Hordak walked back over to her, and sat down. He reached for her hand and awkwardly took hold of it, but didn't know what to do to comfort her other than that. He had always been bad at socializing, he was raised in a place where emotions and comfort were forbidden. Entrapta was the first person he seemed to be able to easily talk to. And so, for her, he tried.

"I… everything is going to be ok." Hordak said.

At this point Entrapta didn't even try to hold in her tears.

"How do you know?" She asked him.

He thought for a moment, then spoke.

"I'm not going to let you die, or Horde Prime hurt you. I will find a way to keep you safe and get your chip out if it means have to work on it for months. I am never, ever, losing you again."

Entrapta looked at him. "Really?" She quietly said.

"Really." Hordak pulled her into a hug, smiling. Who cares about power, control… when you can have this. His eyes widened when he realized what "this" was. Love.

"So… did it work?

"Don't you think I would've told you if it worked?"

Hordak, Adora, and Catra were sitting at a table, discussing the latest events. "Prime must've upgraded his tech- if I tried to remove the chip, it would kill her."

Catra and Adora glanced at each other.

"Any idea what you can do?" Adora asked.

"Well… technically, there's not a 100% chance she'll die, but in her current state, its extremely likely. If She Ra could heal her, it-"

Catra grabbed on to Adora's arm.

"No."

"Catra, she's going to DIE," Hordak and Adora said at the same time, though Hordak clearly was stressed out more.

Hordak sighs. "I could... TRY to remove her chip, with enough precautions, it might be ok."

Catra glared at him. "Good. Then do that."

Adora looked between the two of them, nervous they were going to kill each other before Entrapta even had a chance to die.

"Guys, calm down. Hordak, I… I wanna make sure I can save my energy until I can fully heal her. However, I can use a bit of power to increase her chances of living. With precautions, hopefully she should be fine. And Catra, I can make my own decisions." Hordak's ears perked up a bit, while Catra's went down.

"But-"

"Now's not the time, Catra." Adora said firmly in a way that made Catra shrink back. "I'm going to heal Entrapta. Don't kill each other." Adora walked into Entrapta's room. Hordak stayed for a few s—econds, fidgeting, but gave up and raced after Adora. Catra sat there, watching him leave, and just for a second, wished she was dead. She was scared, that's all. Adora seemed to hate her. Everyone seemed to hate her. She walked down a hall, it didn't matter which, and saw a window. She opened it. Just for a second, she stuck her head out. She couldn't breathe, anyway. She never could. The weight of what she did in the past pressing on her chest smothered her. No air didn't make a difference. And just for a second, she considered… jumping. And then she snapped out of it, jerked her head back in, slammed the window shut, and walked to her room. She gulped in air. She was okay. She would survive. She always had. Now was no different. It all just felt like a game. Everything felt faded. She lied down, closed her eyes, and prayed for sleep to come. Temporary death.

Hordak caught up with Adora just as she entered Entrapta's room. She was lying on the bed, shivering, pale and weak. For a second, Hordak thought he caught Entrapta's eye, which was filled with sadness. He shook himself, though, knowing better than to trust himself in times like these. Adora transformed into She Ra and walked over to her. She Ra put her sword above Entrapta and healed her, eyes glowing brightly, power flowing through her veins. After a few moments She Ra lowered her sword and transformed back into Adora.

"That should help," Adora said. "Are you ready?" Hordak hesitated, looking at how bonded the chip was to Entrapta, but nodded.

"I'm ready."

Adora wished him luck, and walked out. Hordak made his way over to Entrapta and sat. Entrapta barely managed to sit up, clearly struggling. Hordak wanted to cry, she looked so hurt, cuts covering her and the chip leaving scars. Hordak reached for her hand, pulled back, then reached for her hand again. He grabbed it. Entrapta smiled.

"I trust you."

Hordak smiled back nervously. He then reached for his tools and examined the chip to see the easiest way to remove it. This wasn't going to be easy. But he'd do it. For Entrapta.

~Entrapta's perspective~

The pain coming from the chip killed her. Removing it felt worse than just letting it be. She gripped her bed, trying not to cry out. The pain... She was blacking out. But she tried to stay calm and focused on breathing. It was terrible. It felt like a knife stabbing her, over and over. She knew the chip had to be removed, but her body felt like it had been thrown off a cliff. She tightened her grip on the bed, a whimper escaping her. Hordak immediately stopped and looked at her.

"Are you okay?!" He asked, worried. She took a shaky breathe and nodded.

"Yeah, keep goi-"

Suddenly a sharp pain like nothing before hit her, making her cry out in pain, this was agony, she was dying… and everything went black. She woke up to see Hordak staring at her panicking. He saw he open her eyes, gasped, and hugged her hard.

"I'm so sorry. I- I don't know what happened, something must've-" She got a better look at him and realized he was crying. Her eyes widened.

"The chip… is it out?" She asked quietly.

"Yes, I managed to get the chip out shortly after you blacked out. Are you… do you feel okay?" Hordak asked, trying to calm down.

"I…"

For a second they just looked into each others eyes, and thought of everything that had happened since they first met years ago. "God, why can't I just admit it?! Everyone else knows!" Hordak thought.

"But what if… Entrapta thought. "He doesn't like me back?" Then they both quickly looked away, embarrassed.

"I feel okay."

Hordak gave a small smile. The moment was over. But someday…

He will tell her.

She will tell him.

A few hours later it was night time- though it was hard to tell, considering they were in the middle of a galaxy. After an awkwardly quiet dinner of bread rolls and fruit- the fruit the star siblings served Adora, Adora noted with glee- it was time for everyone to head in for the night.

Adora yawned. "I'm gonna go sleep. We should be landing sometime in the morning, so prepare yourself."

Everyone nodded and walked to their rooms. Hordak walked in his- to find Entrapta quietly sleeping on the mat Hordak was given to sleep on. Hordak gave a fond smile, thinking about how Entrapta reminded him of a kitten, before shaking himself. Where in the world did that thought come from?! He stood there awkwardly, trying to figure out what to do. He couldn't move Entrapta and risk waking her, she was fragile and Hordak didn't want to disturb her. He couldn't bring himself to ask for an extra mat, knowing the extra mat was going to come from someone- most likely Adora. He sighed, and lied down on the cold, hard, floor. While the mat wasn't much, there was a nice blanket and a solid barrier between your body and the floor. He tried to sleep, but his back was killing him, the ground pressing on his head, and horrid thoughts kept drifting in his mind. Thoughts of… Horde Prime.

After awhile, Hordak must've worn himself out enough to sleep lightly- but not heavy enough that the sound of soft footsteps wouldn't wake him. Hordak groaned, slowly opening his eyes. He had heard footsteps. He glanced over to Entrapta and her mat, and…

Entrapta was gone.

Hordak jumped to his feet in a second, racing to the door and peering out. No Entrapta. He rushed outside, searching the many corridors for Entrapta, heart pounding, until he saw her, simply sitting at their makeshift dining room table.

"ENTRAPTA!!" Hordak called out, careful to keep his voice down.

A startled Entrapta jumped, before turning around.

"O- oh, it's j- just you…"

Hordak immediately recognized the fear in Entrapta's eyes. The same fear that had flooded his body at every sound or movement days after he was freed from Horde Prime. He guesses she went through the same traumatic experience, more or less. Hordak walked over to Entrapta and sat down.

"What are you doing up?" Hordak asked, awkwardly sitting next to Entrapta.

She took a moment to respond.

"I- well, I didn't e- eat lunch. Or dinner. Or breakfast, for that matter."

Hordak's blood ran cold.

"Why not?!"

Entrapta was on the verge of tears, which Hordak realized and adjusted his tone accordingly.

"I mean, why didn't you?"

Entrapta relaxed slightly and sighed.

"I still thought- well, I still thought the whole thing was an illusion," Entrapta admitted. "That any second, Prime was going to come wake me up and I'd see you- I mean, ALL of you- dead at my feet. By the time you unchipped me and I really believed I was free… it was too late for food," Entrapta let out a weak sob. "And I thought… maybe… if this whole thing was an illusion… I could knock myself out of it by, uh… dying? Or not dying really, but starving."

Hordak's eyes widened in shock.

Oh.

Wow.

A sudden urge took him over, and he hugged Entrapta. Hard. Entrapta let out a small gasp of surprise, but caught on and hugged him even tighter.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry this happened to you. I wish I could have stopped him before this whole thing started. You deserve the world, Entrapta. I- I-"

"I love you."

Entrapta drew back in an instant after that, eyes widening. But it only took her a second to throw herself at him. They kissed, tears streaming down Entrapta's cheeks, happy and sad and weak and messed up and in love and HAPPY. Even though life wasn't perfect, they were both so, so, happy.

They went on like that for awhile- Hordak trying to keep track of the time at first "for science!", but giving up and just enjoying it. Besides, if it was up to Hordak, this wasn't be the last time.

They eventually got up, Entrapta beaming.

"That was amazing!! Thank you thank you th-"

"Wait, Entrapta. Your cuts? They're gone!"

Entrapta glanced down and gasped. The scars. The chip. Everything.

Entrapta laughed uncontrollably, so happy she could burst. Her laughter was contagious, because soon Hordak joined in. After a few minutes, they both calmed down.

"Do you really love me?" Entrapta asked, still giddy from the kiss.

Hordak smiles and nods. "Always have. And… I always will."

Entrapta grins, and they slowly walk back to their room. Hordak stares in hatred at the floor, mad at it. Entrapta catches his glare, and laughs.

"Hey… wanna sleep on the mat with me?"

Hordak hesitates, embarrassed, but eagerly nods. They both slide in and fit quite comfortably.

Entrapta drifts off to sleep in a few minutes, along with Hordak. But right before Hordak shuts his eyes…

"I love you to the moon and back, Entrapta."

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hi babe! i just found your account & im so happy i did, i love everything you write & you're also like the only person i've found who will write for deputy dewey! (aka my husband) could i request an imagine for being one of Sidney's friends in the first movie and reader is attacked by ghostface but Dewey saves her? he asks her out on a date. you guys have an amazing date and ignore the weird stares from townspeople over a high school girl (18) and the deputy (: thank you so much, babe! <3

yes, ofc :D also, tysm you’re so sweet! I hope you enjoy!! also request is under the cut!

side note - since this is fiction I have no problem writing about this stuff whatsoever but I wanna say that I don’t endorse irl relationships like this!! 18 years old may be a legal adult but an 18-year-olds mindset is very different compared to a 25-year-old’s mindset. just a reminder to stay safe!!! (no hate to u who requested this btw I have no judgment whatsoever ab these things, I just want everyone to be safe tee hee)

Dewey had no intention of losing you. The past few days have been utter chaos with the murders and there was no way that he was going to allow any harm to come to you. He knew that there was a risk that came with you being friends with Sidney, and he didn’t blame her at all, but it made him uneasy. The chances of you getting harmed were too high.

So he kept a keen eye on you. Dewey deemed himself as your bodyguard, not that you minded, until the killer was caught. His constant attention made your heart leap, though you wouldn’t ever admit that aloud to anybody. The possibility of judgment from your peers and parents about this terrified you. It was one thing if they knew about your crush on Dewey. It was a whole other deal if it ever became anything more.

You did your best not to think negatively about such things. It’s not like Dewey felt the same, you thought, he just cared about his little sister’s friends.

So here he was. Pulling you aside as your two friends jumped out of the cruiser to join the party.

“Hey, (Y/n) stick around for a moment?” Dewey held onto your forearm to keep you in your seat.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Yeah, what’s up?”

He paused, his hand still on you, “... Stay safe, please? I’d hate to pull you out of this mess... all bloody or... whatever?” He said lowly. His eyes darkened at the thought of you in the face of harm.

“Totally... Yeah. I’ll be safe. You too... Please?” You smiled at him reassuringly, placing a hand on top of his. His eyes darted back up to meet yours and he grinned.

The party went smoothly for the most part. You didn’t drink much at all and you found yourself glued to the couch next to Randy. He was drunk for the most part. Which was entertaining to say at the least.

Then the party turned out to be not so smooth... Rough. Was rough the world you were looking for? You weren’t completely sure. Since you were currently running across the field that Stu Macher called a front yard, screaming for help. The killer was a few feet behind you, blade raised and gaining on you.

“Someone... Please help!” You wailed. It was at that moment you saw Dewey’s cruiser. “Dewey! Help-”

The balance that kept you upright faltered. You felt your feet trip over the other and you crashed into the grass. You yelped in surprised and covered your face, not wanting to face what was about to come next. “DEWEY HELP!” You screamed one last time.

You peeked through your fingers to see the haunting face mask standing right above you. Ghostface had his arms raised, both hands clutching onto the handle of the knife, he was about to stab you any moment.

The chuckle that came from the killer was low and scary. He jerked to stab you but instead, gunshots rang out. The killer flinched and scurried off. The breath you held in your lungs escaped once the area fell silent. A pair of arms wrapped around you, a familiar scent reaching your nostrils.

“I’m here,” Dewey shushed. You sat in his lap as he rocked your trembling body back and forth. “I’ve got you... What did I say about staying safe?”

“At least I’m not all bloody and beaten,” You squeaked, clinging onto Dewey tightly. You turned your head upwards to face him and he chuckled.

“Yeah, you’re lucky...” He hummed. Dewey inclined his head to reach your lips, which you melted into instantly. Once you both pulled away he flushed red, suddenly realizing the line he had crossed. “Oh shit... I-... Sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“Shut up,” You laughed breathily.

“Would you wanna go out sometime? Like a date...?”

“Of course, Deputy Dewey.”

Once the killers were captured, life went back to normal. Sort of.

You and Dewey found time to go on your date. A simple coffee, that was all. He picked you up from your house and drove into town, guiding you into the coffee shop by hand. And just as you assumed, people were judging you two. It was a small town so everybody knew everyone. The townspeople ogled as you guys entered the shop and made no point to divert their attention as you sat down. You glared in response, making Dewey chuckle.

The waitress approached, wearing an expression similar to everyone else, and took your orders. As soon as she departed you leaned back in your chair with your arms folded.

“God...” you huffed, pouting like a child. “Can’t everyone mind their own fucking business...”

Dewey laughed once more.

“It’s not funny!”

“Sure it is. I mean, come on. Yeah, it’s rude... but I can’t exactly stay mad when you look like that.”

“Look like what?” You sat up in your chair and slammed your hands on the table.

“You’re too cute when you’re mad. You’re like a growling puppy...” Dewey smiled and placed a hand on top of yours, leaning close. You leaned in as well. “Let them think what they wanna think,” Dewey half-whispered. “It doesn’t bother me. You’re the only one I see.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled, leaning in to kiss Dewey. He closed the gap and pressed his warm lips against yours, squeezing your hand in reassurance.

#scream 1996 #dewey riley #dewey riley x reader #scream imagine

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ratingtheframe · 3 years

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Why Armie Hammer’s Scandal Is More Than Kink Shaming

The 34 year old actor has had numerous allegations thrown his way this past month, from cannibalism to an obsession with BDSM. But do these allegations go beyond a widely accepted community of kink lovers and venture into deeply rooted misogyny?

Warning: this article contains mentions of cannibalism and sexual assault.

For those of you who aren’t aware of Armie Hammer’s presence on screen, you may be scratching your head and wondering what on earth people are talking about, seeing the cannibalism aspect to this all as face value without making the connection between Hammer’s past behaviours and current allegations. The actor who rose to prominence in Aaron Sorkin and David Fincher’s The Social Network (2013) playing both of the Winklevoss twins, has become quite the favourite amongst the film industry. His role Oliver in Luca Guadagnino’s Call me by your name (2017) has sent Twitter into a permanent frenzy as memes and daily adoration for Chalamet and Hammer’s on screen romance continue to thrive even 4 years after the film's release. As well as Call me your name, Hammer is known for roles in Sorry to Bother You (2018), Rebecca (2020), On the Basis of Sex (2018) and soon to be released, Death on The Nile (2021). He currently has another film due to be released and a Call me by your name sequel in development. Sounds as if he’s got a lot going for him and despite him not being the biggest star to be churned out of Hollywood today, the recognition is still there and with that, he’s still being paid.

The Allegations

At the beginning of the year, an account emerged under the handle of @houseofeffie, that was created to expose some lurid and unpleasant communication between several women and Armie Hammer. Some of which he had relations with whilst married to his now ex wife Elizabeth Chambers. The nature of these dms are incredibly disturbing and worrying considering that Hammer not only has children but as an actor, spends a proportionate time around women.

These are just a few of the messages that were exposed that led the media to brandish Hammer as a “cannibal”:

Hammer:

“You are the god damned standard I hold women to in terms of kink and enjoyment of fucking the[n]...”

“I need to drink your blood, why the distance?” “...thinking of holding your heart in my head and controlling when it beats”

“I am 100% a cannibal...I want to eat you....Fuck...that’s scary to admit..”

“I’ve cut the heart out of a living animal before and eaten it while still warm”

“You were the most intense and extreme version [that I’ve ever had]. Raping you on the floor with a knife against you. Everything else seemed boring”

“You [were] crying and screaming, me standing over you. I felt like a god. I’ve never felt such power or intensity.”

“You just live to obey and be my slave”

“Would you come and be my property till you die? If I wanted to cut off one of your toes and keep it with me in my pocket so I always had a piece of you in my possession?”

“I want to see your brain, your blood, your organs, every part of you… I would definitely bite it...100%”

...O-kay. Lots to unpack here. First and fore mostly, I’d like to address the kink shaming element to all of this. I personally don’t see any harm in kinks, BDSM, pornography, as long as people are consenting and aren’t inflicting unsolicited pain upon people. Therefore, kink shaming and finding Hammer’s taste in sexual preferences isn’t what we are here to discuss. In fact when I first read the allegations, that wasn’t even my initially thought. CNN posted an article two days ago titled “Armie Hammer May Be Disturbed, But Is Shaming Him the Answer?” an opinion based article by Aaron Weaver that explores the allegations and believes Hammer shouldn’t be shamed for his kinks. But this begs the question whether Hammer was actually being shamed? I didn’t see much evidence for this seeing as people were mostly horrified by his taste in human flesh than anything else, a kink that is uncommon in the BDSM community and is only practiced by the most extreme.

Kinks aside, the most worrying thing about the DMs above is the way in which he views women and their bodies. It’s clear to see that he might not have much respect for women seeing as he proudly states his willingness to cut them up and drink their blood. And funnily enough, the sexual objectification of women’s bodies for one's own sexual pleasure without considering their comfortability is classed as misogyny. A reddit user made an extremely good point on a thread about Hammer’s scandal stating:

“To me, the problem is not that he’s into rough sex, or that he has kinks some people find scary. It’s not about yucking his yum, so to speak. I’m more concerned that he may have ignored safe words and pushed his partners beyond their limits. I feel like the media is focusing so much on his kinks and sexuality as opposed to his ignoring of consent, which is a complete and utter inversion of priorities”

Past Relationships

Another example of Hammer disrespecting the boundaries of women and sexual pleasure would be his past girlfriend Paige Lorenze. Lorenze is a 23 year model and former professional skier who has shone a light on Hammer’s worrying behaviour and his involvement in BDSM activity. The sources of Lorenze’s allegations are highly unreliable, which is one of the most frustrating things about this entire charade. The BBC BRIEFLY covered the fact that Hammer dropped out of his latest film amid the allegations, without fully going into detail about the allegations or the abuse subjected towards his former partners. It just goes to show we’re rubbish at taking abuse seriously enough to the point where people are punished for their wrongdoings. Had a more reliable news source covered this story, then it’d make it more viable to the public. Even though this scandal is in its early days, that doesn’t necessarily mean it's unimportant or should be swept under the rug along with the hundreds of other scandals that Hollywood refuses to expose.

Only the Daily Mail, The Sun and Page Six seem to have gone in depth with the accusations, making the entire story rather murky for the reader. Anyhow, Paige Lorenze said to the Daily Mail that Hammer had carved an ‘A’ above her groin without her consent and licked it whilst it bled. He had also reportedly tied her up and hit her with paddles to fuel his BDSM obsession and sexual desires. Lorenze was quoted saying 'Any man who is fantasizing about crushing bones, eating them, having sex with female limp bodies is a danger to all women'. Hammer insisted to Lorenze that his behaviour was normal, and that there was an entire community of people that carried out the same things he did on her. This is partially correct seeing as the global sex play market is worth over $30 billion, with practices in such activities dating back to the mid 19th century. However, the one thing the BDSM community doesn’t condone is not giving consent, which is where the fine line is drawn in between Hammer’s sexual preferences and the BDSM community. His choice to carve that ‘A’ into Lorenze isn’t backed up by a wider community of people who enjoy a variety of sexual pleasure. Lorenze claims he also DMed nude photos of her being tied up to people without her consent, further perpetuating Hammer’s lack of respect towards people’s boundaries. This is a serious incident, that sees someone with more power (Hammer is 6’5 and Lorenze is 5’6 btw) assert their dominance and by doing so, degrades and harms someone else. We shouldn’t be kink shaming Hammer, but shaming him for thinking that this behaviour is acceptable.

Hammer’s previous relationships can also draw some light into his lack of respect for women. He and his wife Elizabeth Chambers divorced in July 2020 after a decade of marriage. Though it's unknown what triggered the separation, these recent allegations may have something to do with it. Furthermore, two other women have come forward to express their distaste towards Hammer and his questionable fantasies. Entrepreneur and ex-girlfriend of Armie Hammer, Courtney Vucekovich, told Page Six that Hammer wanted to “break [her] rib and barbecue it and eat it”. She also expressed how easy it was for Hammer to charm his way through into getting women, especially young women into doing what he wants through “active manipulation and making you feel like he’s never felt this way about anybody.” Lorenze was also subjected to similar retort after reporting that Hammer too wanted to barbecue one of her ribs because she “didn’t need it”. Writer Jessica Ciencen Henriquez took to twitter last summer after a lunch date with Hammer and expressed that she had blocked him on Instagram. She later went on to tweet this:

“If you are still questioning whether or not those Armie Hammer DMs are real (and they are) maybe you should start questioning why we live in a culture willing to give abusers the benefit of the doubt instead of victims”

Exactly my point here. There’s not much to this scandal other than the fact that several people were hurt and undermined and someone else caused it. Someone who is societally above everyone because of their race, class, status and gender, with a well connected and dominant family support system.

His background and past

Hammer comes from a very powerful and wealthy family. Hammer’s great grandfather, Armand Hammer, was the chief executive officer and president of the Occidental Petroleum company founded in 1920. Now if you’re wondering the exact scale of such a company that is still running today, they are the 4th largest oil and gas acquisition in the entire world worth over $100 billion. ONE HUNDRED, BILLION, DOLLARS. Not all actors in Hollywood can say that their great-grandfathers were worth that much, which gives me little hope in seeing Hammer be held accountable for what he’s done. He was also kicked out of UCLA after apparently not “being able to do it”. Just another rich white male with enough power, malice and money to work his way around any struggle.

Now that we’ve established Hammer’s allegations, it’s worth looking back to see whether the signs of such behaviour were already prevalent in the numerous interviews he partook in over the years. Complex highlighted an episode of The Late Show with Stephen Colbert from 2017, where the host brought up Hammer’s obsession with knots, to which he laughed off and claimed that “knots make sense” that they are a “language” and referenced how man used knots before the wheel. Valid points but ones that are debunked in light of his interest in BDSM. during a 2013 interview with Playboy (appropriate) Hammer expressed that his “sexual appetites changed'' when he married his wife and that hair pulling used to be something he enjoyed but could no longer do now that he was married “even though he wanted to”. This is quite the backwards comment when we’re talking about respecting boundaries and it's clear to see it was only a matter of time before his desires could no longer be repressed.

Since this whole shit storm began to travel Hammer’s way, he has since dropped out of the film The Billion Dollar Spy, which would’ve seen him star alongside Jennifer Lopez. BBC News reported that this move was made as Hammer stated that “I cannot in good conscience now leave my children for four months to shoot a film in the Dominican Republic” following the ‘vicious’ online abuse he’s been subjected to. Hammer was again put in the firing line by Grand Cayman law enforcement for lying about a woman provocatively shown in a video was Miss Cayman of the Miss Cayman beauty pageant that’s held on the island. He and the woman were warned for their misconduct and had confirmed the matter is now closed.

Final Thoughts

There are enough red flags in Hammer’s behaviour to open up a flag store, and I would go as far as to say that this isn’t the end of it. For someone who’s grown up having the majority of things they want, it's easy to want more beyond morality and despite the discomfort of others. Hammer’s move to drop out of his latest film was an attempt to lessen the blow of hate being turned towards him as opposed to the benefit of those he’s hurt. So far, him and his lawyer have denied all allegations and further action hasn’t been taken against the Hollywood star. He’s apologised for the DMs and brandished his actions a “foolish attempt at humour”.

Wrapping his own behaviour up in humour is an attempt to detract from the severity of the behaviour itself, whilst excusing it, something he can get away with because of his status.

Major media outlets haven’t done much in even attempting to expose this man’s behaviour and have left it up to unreliable sources to piece together the true persona of Armie Hammer. Though innocent until proven guilty, common sense is widely available to the general public meaning we should be delving into the past a little and comparing it to these allegations. Along with Hammer’s character, family and unnerving Instagram posts of cutting up meat and eating raw steak, there doesn’t seem to be much in the actor’s favour.

All I would say is as a director, producer, writer or actor, would you feel comfortable in being associated with someone who believes they're a cannibal and marvels at the idea of drinking human blood? Or someone who goes as far to objectify women to the point where they become nothing but sexual fulfilment and pieces of meat?

That’s all I’ll say and those who do feel comfortable doing such a thing means that Hammer may still have a career at the end of the day. One point to Hollywood, no points to political correctness and respecting women.

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badboy-mysweetboy · 4 years

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One Dangerous Stiff

Eric Coulter× fem reader

Ok..... Hear me out. Thus dude is just mighty fine and he could shove me off a cliff and id smile🙃 enjoy btw this don't follow the plot bro.

Warning: Sad, swearing, cute ending, badass reader

Random tags: @missmarrinette @pindragon @ericcoulterdauntlessdivergent @ericcoultergirl9499

"So who's it gonna be?" Eric, one of the leaders asked eyeing the new recruits. "Me," I spoke up walking from the back of the group, his cold blue eyes bore into the side of my head as I presented in front of the group. "Is there water? Or a net?" A boy behind me asks, approaching the ledge and turning to the group with a smirk.

Eric's eyebrow raises at the movement. "Boy, I sure hope not." Rasing my fingers in a gun motion to under my chin, pulling the trigger. Lifting my weight from me, the wind throwing my h/c flowing above me as the ledge above me got smaller and smaller. The darkness around it grew to tuck my arms under my head and crossing my legs as if I was on a couch, watching the game. Then my weight was caught in a net.

Landing, my weight shifted as I looked over at a familiar face. "Y/n?" His eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Oh look my least favorite number, how long has it been 7 years? I can't remember." Getting off the net walking away as Four sent up a whistle and another came down. Beatrice, from my old, shitty faction. Abnegation.

As he pulled the net down, their eyes met and never let go. Making gagging noises they caught on before another was sent down. Four kept a gaze on me before Eric leaped down. He walked in front of the group once again as more teens walked in but in all black. Standing in the back I made mental note of the people that stood in front of me, finally meeting with a blue pair already looking at me. Eric's smirk grew into a... Smile. Bouncing my eyebrows, erupting a chuckle. Continuing his speech, my mind wandered to younger days.

"You can't catch me!" A laugh left his lips as my smaller frame tried to keep up. "Slow down!" My younger squeaky voice called out to him, running in between houses and crowds trying so desperately to just graze his skin. Before abruptly stopping being met with a chest, looking up I was met with a scary, familiar face. "Daddy? What's wro-" His hands.

Dug into my arms as he pulled me back to the box-like house, a pair of familiar eyes followed what happened. Screaming and kicking, my cheek stung as my head whipped to the side meeting his eyes once more. "Help me! Big brother, please! Don't let him hurt me!"

Instead of a hero, I was met with a coward, him shaking his head.

But that wasn't new.

But was new was he never came back.

Never.

My body painted in splotches of dark shades, my memories even darker. Daddy.

He blamed me for mom, now brother. Brother never got hit, even though he made me so mad, I'm happy I can protect him from daddy.

I don't know where he went, he was only 9 and I was 7 but I hoped he was safe till 16.

"Follow me." Shaking my head I follow as he mapped out the place to me, "Badass" noticing the grunge military aesthetic. "You're a stiff?" A gruff voice from behind me, turning to see ice blue once again. "What? Happy to see me?"

"Ha ha very funny, but no I meant-" he started, smiling I winked. "I know what ya meant, just giving ya trouble." Chuckling he continued next to me as we were showed the bunking area, " change into new clothes, we burn your old ones in 5."

"Fucking finally" walking into the room while everyone else looked around. Stripping and diving into my new black ones, turning I caught the sight of a neck tattoo before it disappeared behind the wall.

Picking up my old gray clothes and gliding towards the bonfire already made. The heat made me smile. As Four went on and on about new beginnings I tossed my clothes in like it was trash while others held it dearly to their hearts.

"Get over it. It's not like you wanted to stay, throw it in the damn fire so we can move on." I grumbled before shadowing behind the crying group. Passing it. Training. Finally.

Fighting was the only thing I knew after that day with my brother. Relentlessly for 7 years. I built up my strength and got away from the man who hurt me day after day. "What do you got stiff?" A dude was mocking Tris, who was having trouble with throwing a punch. Approaching them and grabbing her hand and pulling her with me. Standing here in front of the bag next to mine, sighing before putting her in the most impactful stance. "Tension here" pointing to her abdomen, "not here" pointing at her stomach. "Weight here, then shift it as you swing" leading her on her back foot to her front. "Swivel your foot with it. Go, right hook it."

Swallowing, Tris did as told and landed a decent punch. Eyes widening she met my e/c eyes, "It didn't hurt." Going to my bag I responded, " because you're the one supposed to give damage not receive-" throwing a hooked punch, "now keep going it hurts less more ya do it, rookie." As my fists met the leather images from childhood flashed in my mind, faces, voices. Every memory leads to a harder punch.

"Y/n and Al, ring now." Eric's cold voice boomed over the cement room, turning to the ring a boy stepped in. Smirking I went in between the ropes and cracked my knuckles. "I can't hit her, Can I fight a guy?" Al asked looking me up and down, Eric's face went from his normal bitch face to disgust. "Really? Just fight her, she has over double your score. Go!" At his command All slowly approaches, scanning his stance I could tell his core was his main focus of strength. Sighing as his fist flew passed my head, grabbing his arm and launched my foot into his side earning a yell of pain. Before twisting the now dislodged shoulder so his arm was behind his back. Laying on the floor at my will, I sat on his back holding the position as I fake checked my nails. "I'm thinking safe word fellas, how bout pork and beans?"

The boy was groaning in pain when he and Eric in unison, "What?"

"I don't know I saw it in a movie. Now, Al, I want you to repeat after me. Four is the worst number." His eyes met mine, "I can't say that."

Pulling his arm farther and farther as he screamed and the group grew as Four and Eric watched me whisper in his ear. "Say It! Or else..." Pulling his arm he yelped, "Four is the... Worse number. Now please." Sighing thinking about it for a second, "I guess so." Getting up and jump out of the ring. Watching Four as his eyes connected to his shoes, walking to the knifes section. Practice, yes I was like a perfected machine but all I knew was to fight.

That's all I've ever known.

Throwing the heavy but not too heavy weapons, the figure of the tall man came back. Making the knives go further... Faster. Until I reached down and no knives were found. Looking up, Eric was holding the box. "Dinner was called 25 minutes ago. You need to eat."

"Why do you care if I eat? You have 45 new robots to program that is eating. I don't eat dinner. Not when I can be here." Never breaking the gaze as my hand refilled with serrated steel, he grabbed my wrist with the blades. " because I like you. And I don't like people, and you're easily the best fighter here. So shower and I hope I see you in the cafeteria, or I'll come lookin" He smirked at the end, "Is that a threat or a promise Eric?" Smirking stepping forward being so close I could feel the hot breath fan over my skin. Glancing between his icy blue eyes and his pink lips I lean in a bit closer dropping the knives in the box, "I guess we'll see then?" Backing away before swaying my hips all the way to the bunks, finding the showers. Peeling the grimy clothes off my body and stepping into the icy water. The colder the better, cleaning the sweat off my skin. I turned the water off and drying off and putting on my bra and underwear.

Walking passed the mirrors I stop in my tracks. I've never seen my self as a whole, damn I'm ugly. Glancing over the scars and abs carved into my skin. Placing the tank and jeans on over the marks, I swiftly make my way to my bunk. Pulling on my boots I hear boots hit the floor growing nearer, “I thought you may have gotten the hint by now but here you are.” Turning and seeing Four, “How’d you know it was me, Y/n?”

“Because you’re heavy-footed, and you lead with your left foot instead of the average right. Now please excuse me, I’m hungry.” Walking passed him before I felt his hand around my wrist. Stopping in my tracks he let out a heavy breath. “Y/n I’m sorry-”

Yanking my wrist out of his grip with a cold glare, “No you’re not. You left me alone with that monster for 7 years.

Not 7 minutes,

Not 7 hours.

Not 7 days.

7 YEARS! Catch my drift you ugly bastard? Even though you ran away every time he decided to punish someone, you’d come back. But at least you came back-oh wait. You didn’t. And really the name Four? Do you really hate me that much? We both know, that’s the time dad got home every day. Leave me alone, Good-Bye Tobias.”

The cold glare I gave him could kill, another pair of boots could be heard but my eyes never left his. “You were supposed to be my big brother.” In a small whisper left my lips before turning back to the cafeteria. Eric stood at the end of the hallway with a curious look written on his face. “Come on Y/n, I am.” Tobias’s voice echoed, not even turning to meet his gaze. “You lost that title, You haven’t been in a long time. Do what you’re good at. Disappear, Tobias.” Before continuing to Eric as we made our way back.

“Don’t mean to pry but. Tobias? What is he to you?” Eric asked as we sat with our food in front of us. Sitting criss-cross on the bench I look over, “Tobias- I mean Four grew up together. But you would collect that since you heard our argument.” Giving a small smirk at the end taking a swig of water from my cup, he chuckled placing some of the ripped up biscuit into his mouth. “Sorry bout that, but like I said I was gonna come to look for ya. So you’re old friends?”

Finishing the food in my mouth I answered, “Well not exactly a friend. A friend you can rip off like a bandaid, painful but gone. Nope. To- Four was like cancer, you can’t get rid of it. Somehow, he comes back. But I thought he was gone for good. Shows how much I know.” I chuckle coldly eating a bit more, we sat in short silence. I could see the gears turning. Before the girl from before sat down next to me, a- Tris was her name. “Can I help you?” I ask before plopping food into my mouth, she tugged at her long black sleeves. “I wanted to thank you for earlier, he was being a jerk. And teaching me how to...” She mumbled off, “Throwing a hook? No problem Rookie. Now if ya please, go back to your chair before Four thinks he can sit over here.” I grumble the last part, letting out a heavy sigh when Four plops down across from me.

Standing from the table I turn and go up the stairs the second Four sat. Clenching my jaw I quickly make my way up the stairs and to the roof, slamming the door shut and grumbling. “Who the fuck he think he is? Walking in like he fucking did nothing? God, I wish I didn’t love him!” I rant sitting on the ledge letting my feet dangle.

“You love Four?” I heard an angry voice from the doorway, his chest puffed up. Looking over at Eric, “Trust me, not the way you think. Come. Pop a squat.” I pat the cement next to me, he was at my side within seconds. “Then how do you love Tobias?”

I gulped looking longing at the bright lights against the dark sky, “Tobias is- was my big brother. We had a rough childhood. My dad was an ass, and when my mom ran away he lost it. He took out that rage on me because Tobias ran into the shadows. He left me 7 years ago, I was 7 at the time. I never knew where he went, or if he was alive. I fought to get things since dad was broke, hence to now sitting on a roof with a ruggedly handsome man explaining why I want to kill a number.” I chuckled at the end, Eric watched as I spoke about my childhood.

I don’t hide it. Because simply I don’t care about my childhood. I won't start crying because of it, not how I was built.

“Brother? So I have a chance?” He smiled, letting out a laugh I replied. “Yes. Yes, you do Eric.”

#eric coulter #eric coulter x reader #angst #fluff #UGH THIS BOY #divergent #divergent x reader

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zevlors-tail · 4 years

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Hi! Could i get a match up with any mha male character. I’m a female about 5’2 and ive got long straight hair. I’m not too shy like i still find it hard to talk to people but if im more comfortable im really talkative. I’m a capricorn. I am really impulsive I once woke up and decided to get three ear piercings. I’m a dancer that specializes in ballet and I love playing the piano and the violin. I also am really clingy and love to cuddle. For the autumn drabble could I get scary movies and rain

I’m SO sorry this took so long. Matchups are so hard for me to do and I was a little too ambitious with adding the drabbles at the end. ;w; Here it is! I hope you like it!

I match you with: Denki Kaminari!

-Maybe you sometimes find it hard to talk to people, but this boy is going to make it incredibly easy for you to feel comfortable with him. He just has that aura to him; it’s like you’re meeting up with a long lost friend you haven’t seen in ages when in reality you barely even know him. But he makes it feel like you’ve known each other since kindergarten, like you two were best friends your whole lives. You two are cozying up to each other in no time.

-Impulsive? PERFECT. Kaminari is that friend who will push you around in a shopping cart through the middle of the store on a dare you made 3 months ago that the two of you suddenly remembered. Honestly, you two wreck so much havoc with each other, even Mina struggles to keep up with your shenanigans. And anything you want to do? He supports it. You want 3 ear piercings? Go for it. Wanna get a tattoo while you’re at it? “Do ittttt!” Honestly, if you need someone to hold you back or keep you in line, don’t expect Denki to be that person. He’s gonna be the exact opposite. If you really need someone to keep you in check, make Bakugou tag along with you; he’s really the only one who can stop the both of you from destroying the whole city.

-Kaminari loves to watch you practice your dancing. He thinks you’re absolutely graceful and could watch you for hours at a time. He never gets tired of it. He gets mesmerized every time you move and wonders how you manage to make him feel like he’s lighter than air. He will 100% come to any and all of your shows if you have them, and will always support you no matter what. Catch him in the front row crying tears of joy because, “That’s my babe up there, that’s my Y/N!” He can and WILL drag the whole Bakusquad along btw. You’ll always have support from your friends. :)

-Also very supportive when it comes to your instruments! Listening to you play makes him very emotional, but in a good way. He could be sobbing while you practice and if you stop and ask him if he’s okay, he just chokes out “I’m fine, please continue!” and gives you his signature thumbs up. He looks anything but fine, although he’s telling the truth; he just wants to hear you play. Kaminari is an emotional guy, and he expresses it freely, so tears are natural. He also has favorites out of the songs he’s heard you play! Sometimes he might request a certain song if he hasn’t heard it in a while. Better yet, if you write him a song of your own or learn a new one in secret to surprise him, he will melt. You’re gonna kill him. No really, you’re going to make him feel so loved.

-Denki is also very clingy and cuddly, so you better prepare for koala hugs and lots of kisses and cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you’ve had the best day of your life, the worst day of your life, or if it was just an average ordinary day, you’ll still get cuddles every single night. And he gives really good ones too; the way he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him makes you feel the safest you’ve ever felt, like nothing can touch you while you’re with him. He’s also a fan of playing with your hair and giving you head pats. Of course he likes them too, but he likes giving them to you much more than receiving them. The best feeling after a hard day is Denki running a hand through your hair to relax you while you snuggle into his arms.

Fall Drabble: Scary Movies/Rain

This drabble kind of got away from me so now it’s less of a drabble and more of a scenario but oh well-

Heavy rain swirled outside in the wind, water droplets sticking to the window and sliding down slowly as you listened to thunder rumble in the distance. Lightning accompanied it a fraction of a moment later, the flash of light illuminating the whole sky for half a second so you could see the gloomy clouds in full. You and Denki originally had plans to go to a fall festival of sorts, but the two of you had waited too long to get ready to go, and now (a whole half hour later no thanks to charge bolt himself) it was too late; there was no way either of you were going out in this. Even if Denki was immune to lightning, you were not, and the wind and rain both proved challenging foes to your clothes and hair. You would both look like a mess by the time you got there, if you hadn’t fried on the way there.

“Soooo, I guess we’re staying in for the day. No way we’re going to the festival in that,” you said dryly.

“I’m sure we can find other ways to pass the time, babe. We can always catch the festival tomorrow!” Ever the cheerful one, it seemed. That was something you really loved about Kaminari. No matter the situation, he was always willing to find the silver lining.

“I suppose you’re right. Well, what can we do in the mean time then?” you wondered aloud.

“No idea, but this storm sure is getting spooky...” Denki subconsciously scooted closer to you as the wind howled outside, a high pitched sound reverberating through the room as it picked up speed.

“Yeah...”

You both went quiet, Denki’s focus on the storm outside while you thought of ways to pass the time. You would have invited the squad over to hang out, except this was supposed to be date night. You loved your friends, yes, but date night was special to you, and you weren’t exactly in the mood to share your boyfriend with anyone today. So friends were a no go...and you couldn’t go anywhere outside either. That only left a handful of activities. You looked around your room for something useful, anything exciting that you hadn’t already done today. Suddenly your eyes landed on an old ticket stub, namely the one from the very first movie you and Denki had seen together on your first date, and you were struck by an idea.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?”

And that was how the two of you ended up laying on the floor a half hour later, a giant blanket draped over your shoulders and pillows in front of you, popcorn pieces strewn about and cans of soda off to the side as a horror movie played in the background. It had been a while since either of you had seen a proper scary movie, so you agreed on one you hadn’t watched before and started it up without a second thought. The rain in the background helped to enhance the spooky mood for the night, a different sort of darkness seeping in and washing over the room after the lights had been turned off.

A jump scare startled you both a little, causing Kaminari to bump into you gently. You dropped a few pieces of popcorn, and your boyfriend couldn’t keep himself from poking fun at you.

“If you’re scared, Y/N, you can always hold my hand!” He gave you a wide grin and giggled, his tone teasing yet lighthearted. He could never truly give you crap about being spooked by a scary movie, especially when he had been startled himself.

“We’re already holding hands, you goofball!” You nudged him playfully and laughed with him, lightening the mood a bit after the jump scare. Eventually you both returned to watching the movie, your fingers lacing into his as you held hands still.

Fifteen minutes had gone by before the storm really started to pick up outside, wind howling relentlessly and rain pelting against your roof. You and Kaminari were so engrossed in the suspense of the movie that you didn’t notice anything at first; the woman in the film crept closer and closer to the basement door, pitch black coming from open entrance, and the both of you huddled close together as you watched in suspense for something to jump out from the darkness. Suddenly something hard fell against your roof with a loud Thump! followed by several other similar sounding noises, and you and Denki whipped around to look behind you for a culprit, spooked by the horror movie and the strange noise you had just heard. Just as you were about to ask him if he also thought that was hail, the TV shut off unexpectedly with a soft powering down noise, and the both of you were left in complete and total darkness as the storm raged on outside.

“Denki?” It was hard not to notice the tremble in your voice as you spoke quietly.

“I’m right here, love.” Kaminari’s voice wavered slightly as well, though he tried to be strong for you. Both of you were scared, but the least he could do was be there for you.

Down the hall, you could hear your fellow students mulling around in their own dorms and asking if everyone was okay. You put two and two together and realized the storm must have knocked the power out. Without warning, Kirishima thrust open the door to your bedroom and shined a flashlight in, causing the two of you to scream in unison as he finally focused it on your shaking forms.

“Why are you guys screaming?” He tilted his head in question while you tried to gain your bearings, and you secretly decided you would never watch horror movies during a storm ever again. “Yo, Kaminari. We lost power ‘cause of the storm. You think you could give the generator a jump?” The redhead rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, clearly sent over to ask for Denki by someone else.

“Nah, you guys are on your own. It’s date night with my baby, so no can do!”

“Awe, dude, come on! If you send me back with that sort of answer, Bakugou is gonna come storming in here himself!”

“Sorry, man. I’m sure the power won’t be out for that long, anyway. Bakugou can deal with it.

“If you say so. I’ll try my best to sugarcoat it, but expect an angry looking Bakugou sometime in the near future.”

Kirishima turned away with a wary look, trekking back down the hall the way he came. You turned to your boyfriend and snuggled into him, thankful for having such a loyal person as your partner.

“You could have given their generator a jump, you know,” you said softly.

“I know. But then I’d miss out on date night with you, and that wouldn’t be very kind of me, would it? Date night is just for us. They can figure stuff out themselves.”

The two of you sat there for a moment as you held each other before there was a loud crash from down the hall followed by angry stomping sounds.

“KAMINARI I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! OPEN UP!”

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Mr. Perfect // slow burn

Part V

Summary: Steve Harrington was the coolest guy at school and now he’s working with you at the rental store. Very complicated story about complicated feelings.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/ You

Warning: language

A/N: IM ALIVE! Yeah..This chapter is big so make some tea and prepare yourself. Btw, if you guys have any suggestions about the plot you can write them in the comments.

Sunday 1 am. You were sitting on the ground with your back placed to a cold wall of an old building. Your knees were covered with scratches and blood and the hem of your dress was torn. It was a cold night. The light of the sign ‘Family video’ painted your face red. You were barely crying and you didn’t even know why. Was it because of knee pain or because of Steve? You shivered because of wind and pulled your knees to chest. You felt betrayed. Betrayed and lonely. You picked up a bottle of tequila and took a big swallow. You’d been drinking the whole way here and now the bottle was half empty. Or half full. You giggled. Hot tears went down your cheek.

Let’s get back to the start.

Saturday evening; 7pm.

You were helping a very annoying man who didn’t know what he wanted. You had been standing in front of shelves with movies for thirty minutes. He touched his unshaved chin and looked at your exhausted face one more time.

“So, will you help me or not?” He asked you with that disdainful and haughty expression. His enormous belly was falling over the edge of his pants, he had a greasy spot on his t-shirt and yellow teeth. Jesus. He smelled like shit.

“Sure. Let’s repeat. What kind of film do you want?” You said with your teeth clenched.

“Jesus Christ. It’s very simple! I need a horror movie with a complicated romantic relationship and sprinkles of comedy”

“And?”

“Right! It’s very important - NUNS!” Like he forgot about that long discussion.

“Sir” You took a deep breath. “I’m telling you one more time: we don’t have movies like that. We either have horrors with shitty love story or comedies with shitty love story AND none of them have NUNS” You didn’t know what was wrong with that man but he pissed you out. You look at his red face that matched his t-shirt and suddenly caught Steve’s eyes behind him. Harrington was standing five feet away from you.

“Listen to me-“ Red face made a step to you and almost grabbed your hand. He was furious about a fucking movie. Man, get a life! You were getting not just exhausted but mad as hell. Before any word came out of your mouth, Steve placed his hand on mans’s shoulder.

“What about ‘Sister Gertrude’? It’s a horror with a nun and it is hilarious sometimes. I mean have you ever seen a possessed nun?” Steve gave him a tape and winked at you. You smiled unconsciously.

“But what about love line?” The man kept looking at the tape, he wasn’t that red anymore.

“It’s hard not to fall in love with Gertrude, isn’t it?” Steve’s gaze was still fixed on you and you rolled your eyes. The man thanked Steve for his help and went to the counter. Right. Thanks, Steve.

“Asshole.” Said Steve and came closer.

“Did you see his huge hairy wart on his neck?” He laughed.

“No...but I can see it from here. God” He brushed his hair with a hand, looking at Robin. “Do you- I mean... If you want... of course..”

“What? Did you forget how to use words?” That was a bit harsh. Sometimes you say something but you don’t really mean it. You made a small cough and looked away.

“I’m having a party this Sunday which is tomorrow. So, I’m asking you if you wanna come.” He rubbed his neck awkwardly. Sun went down behind him and the sunlight turned his hair gold. He is a tall and well built guy. Like a statue in a museum. Steve was looking at his hands waiting for an answer. “Robin will be there too”

“Yeah...um. Okay” that’s all you could say.

“Really?” He smiled widely. Such a child.

“Of course. Why not?”

“Okay. Cool...ugh. See you tomorrow then” He started to back up still looking in your eyes. He accidentally hit a rack with films and it fell down covering the floor with romcoms. You heard Robin laughing hard and you joined her.

“Dingus!” She said to him. “Clean everything up and come to me. I need to tell you something”

You came to the poor boy and sit next to him grabbing a pale of movies. You were so close you almost hear him breathing. His hair brushed your cheek and your shoulders touched. You quickly stood up and went to the storage room. You just needed to hide your rose face. You are too overeating. Like, it’s just Steve Harrington. Calm down.

Next day you spent with your mom watching movies and doing nothing. You were relaxing after a hard day at work. You couldn’t stop thinking about the party though. You were too concerned about it. At eight pm you took a shower and waited for Robin to come. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been preparing for the party with a friend. All those dresses and shoes and rock music and talks about getting drunk tonight.

Robin came to you fully prepared. She looked stunning and bitchin at the same time. She helped you to choose a dress and did you a makeover. You felt so great spending that time with Robin. She was so funny and supportive and cool. Like you have a real friend. Maybe she is your friend.

You were standing in front of wooden doors of Harrington house. It was a large two-storey building with a brown roof. You felt exited standing next to the blue-eyed girl who knocked on the door. Five minutes later the party boy opened to you. He was standing right in front of you holding a red cup with liquid. Just like the last time you’d visited his house. There was a difference though. Now he was looking at you. He noticed you. He knew you are here. And he smiled.

“Hello, ladies. I’m glad you’re here” he grabbed both of you and pulled in. House was full of teens and booze. You saw some people from high school but they weren’t there at the first party. They were ghost at school just like you. Then you realised that most of them was Robin’s friends. The crowd of people tugged you into the living room. Right to the dance floor. You couldn’t find Steve or Robin in that mess so you just danced. You had a chat with some classmates, moved your body a little and as party went by you realised you didn’t drink yet.

You went to the kitchen to grab something . Nobody was there. Just a table with snacks and a bowl with cherry punch. You didn’t bother about finding Robin anymore. You lost her as you came in. The wave of people devoured her. You were wondering was she having fun out there or looking for you? Guess she just forgot about you. Standing there drinking sweet-n-sour drink you listened to the sounds of music from the next room. You just needed a second to relax when Steve came. There was a bottle in his hand and he was rather tipsy.

“Here’s Y/N! How ar ya?” He sat on the couch in front of the table.

“I’m good. Yeah, it’s a pretty nice party” you came to him with a cup of punch, taking a bottle from him and adding some alcohol there. It wasn’t a nice party. You felt forgotten. Again. But now he’s here right?

“Jesus, I’m so happy you’re here. C’mon. Sit next to me” he pulled you closer on the sofa and placed his head on your shoulder. He’s not just tipsy. He’s drunk. You can smell it now.

“I can’t find Robin out there. She’s just disappeared” you looked in your cup and then at Steve. He was so close now. His eyes was fixed on you, his soft hair tickled your cheek and god... You liked it. You made a sip and burning liquid went down your throat.

“What?” You finally asked that dork who kept looking at you.

“What ‘what’?”

“You are an idiot, Steve Harrington” You smiled softly taking another drink.

“And you are beautiful, Y/N Y/L/N” your cheeks turned red and you turned your head away.

Robin with a couple of people interrupted your moment of awkwardness. There she is. She seemed busy talking and laughing and drinking. You stood up and went to the bathroom to fresh up as fast as you could. Your face were burning when you washed it with cold water. No, no, no. Not Harrington. Anyway, he didn’t mean it. He is drunk. You sat down on the corner of the bathtub and took a deep breath. This party sucks. Steve and Robin...That’s so messed up. You fixed your makeup a little bit and looked at yourself in the mirror. You never considered yourself as ‘beautiful’. Pretty, funny, smart but not...beautiful. To be logical, you didn’t have the perfect body from magazines and your hair and face. It just didn’t make any sense.

Sound of breaking glass pulled you out of your thoughts. Your opened the door and heard screaming. It was scary. The loud and angry voice cut the air. Sounded like a fight. Probably a serious one. The only thing you could think about now was to find a weapon. Yeah..weird. But it wasn’t your first party-fight. You came out of the bathroom and went into the closest room you saw. Presumably Steve’s room. You hadn’t got enough time to examine it so you just grabbed the barbed bat near his bed. By the time you went downstairs right into the living room, Steve was already fighting with...Um, you couldn’t see through the crowd. You jumped but still nothing. BAM! The crowd dispersed and you saw Harrington on the ground. His back was placed to the coffee table. Blood was dripping down from the corner of his mouth and from the scratch on the cheek. Tommy H. stood in front of him. He wanted to attack again.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” You screamed and hit the floor with the bat. Tommy turned around and looked at you. Actually, everyone was looking at you. The girl who nobody knew was standing in a small dress and a big bat in front of the king of assholes.

“Hey, look who’s here. Sorry, I don’t remember your name. Steve, do you- No, I don’t think you remember her” Tommy smiled at you and you almost threw up. He took a step closer. This jerk knows who are you.

“One more step and I’ll beat the shit out of you” he didn’t listen. He just came closer when you hit the floor with the bat again. It was very close to his feet. He jumped back.

“Bitch” Tommy slowly turned around and went away. You dropped the bat and came to Steve.

“Jesus, Harrington. Why did you invite him?” Robin brought up a wet towel and placed it to his cheek.

“He didn’t” she looked at you. Where was she by the way? “I..um. I’ve invited his sister” Robin looked sad and disappointed. Steve couldn’t think or do anything cause he was drunk and beaten. His head was lying on her lap.

“And why did you do that?” You asked her as calm as you could. You actually wanted to shout at her.

“I didn’t know she’ll bring her brother and...boyfriend” It didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t even an answer to your question.

“Robin, what the hell? I came here because of you and I thought we could have some good time. And you just left me for an asshole’s sister. You left me all alone in the house full of strangers” She looked away.

“Sorry, but you won’t understand” she whispered.

“Clearly, I don’t understand anything” you stood up. “What’s wrong with you?” Robin looked scared and ashamed. You suddenly felt bad for your words. There was something you didn’t know. Something very bad.

Steve opened his eyes...well an eye actually. He looked at Robin who was barely crying and you. Furious.

“Out” he whispered.

“What?” You finally noticed him.

“I said get the hell out of my house” he said it so simple. Like he wasn’t throwing you out. Like it was a small talk about weather. But it hit you hard.

You left. With no words. You just grabbed a bottle from the ground near the exit and left. While you were coming down the stairs, you tripped and fell, tearing your tights. It was painful but you stood up, took down your shoes and leaded down the street.

And now we are here.

You wiped your tears and pressed your head to the wall. Your eyes were closed. Silence. Sounds of footsteps.

“Hey” said very familiar voice.

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Doctor Who Tag Game

Tagged by: @thirteenstardisfam thank youu and i am so sorry it is so super long lmao i did not mean too, but somehow ended up with it, and also i think i will make fandom hate me for some stuff about 11, but i love him! don’t you dare to think otherwise :’D

im tagging: @tennant @luke-skywalker @panlyra @stupidape @buffyrosenbergs @expelliarmus idk who of you whovians wanna do it out there feel free to say i tagged you and go on ;)

Favourite Doctor: still Ten, i love 12 and 13 almost as much, even if not harder atm, but if it comes to choosing 1 fav doctor then it’s always Ten, so far no one stepped higher for me :’D I loved his era, i loved so many episodes with him, his season arcs, his companions, his relationships with everyone, and this is the only Doctor whose regeneration was smooth for me, he was continuation of Ninth Doctor and it felt like that. I was not like ‘but he is so different in so many ways’ nope, never. Maybe it’s because companions were the same, everyone was still around which was great btw, and I fell in love with the show with Tenth Doctor, dare I say that I stopped watching back then when Matt Smitt became doctor? lmao, must be shock for some but yes, I dropped this show because of THAT lmao??now i laugh at my own self but yeah, i did. where’s everyone, why it feels so different? that was huge nope. Only years later I got back into it, thanks to amazing Michelle Gomez. Actually I was not even going to watch other doctors at that moment, but I watched episodes only with Missy, then i said well it’s not bad I like it and Missy and Twelve were?? OOOF LOVES OF MY LIFE FOR SURE because their relationship were so cool and of course i loved it, so i started a huge rewatch, the first since i dropped the show. Fell in love with Doctor/Master all over again, Ten was as amazing as I remembered, Nine was perfect and I love him too!!! and then... i got to s5... oh god, i was like, let’s give him a chance, what do i lose? but it still felt so weird, and the show was so different, and suddenly everyone else is so important but where are old characters? but i got into it because i have already seen some of 12′s episodes and i got used to the style?? i guess. and then River appeared, not because of her but around episode 5 or 6 i was into it already, not as much as i was before but anyway, maybe weeping angels helped because i loved them and it reminded me of Ten, i felt some kind of a connection to old doctor. I liked River with 10, i thought i will like her with 11 too... but alas, still felt like you know those boys who have never had sex but try to act like they know everything about it and hit on every moving thing and think they do it cool? :D i am sorry if i hurt someone’s feelings with it, but that’s how 11 was for me back then, and while I do understand river/11 it’s the least of all river ships for me, 11 is still the least fav doctor because of those feelings i had back then when i stopped watching, they are not rational i know that now but still feel them, but i love him now, and will protect that kid at all costs! i love ponds, i will kill if anyone says anything bad about Rory Williams! and Amy and Rory? quoting my favorite star trek couple? DUDE WE GO TOGETHER OR NOT AT ALL!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! and even if i was not into all river/11 relationship i loved the story, and of course i liked 12, but s8 still feels like what the hell for me, not because of the doctor but because they tried so hard to show clara as bossy, i mean, i liked her with 11 and then suddenly they turn her into some control freak, it was not so MUCH with 11... but i know now why they did it, so Missy’s words have an effect and all. but still, i love clara before and after s8 :’D s9 clara? i will kill for her too. it’s too long but idk :’D and actually, this shows that if you give it a chance even if you don’t like actor/actress at first - you might love the show ;) so stop acting like jodie is miscast honestly, i am ready to fight anyone for saying that :D say whatever you want about plot choices, but do not fucking act like it’s Jodie’s fault! actors are not responsible for show runner choices. She acts amazing with the material she has. anyway, 10 is my fav idiot!

Favourite Master: Missy, always was and always shall be. My favorite character in general in the show, no one tops my girl!

Favourite Sonic: honestly? i don’t really remember any sonic but 12′s glasses :D so... glasses. I mean, i don’t really care how it looks like, it does its job... most of the time lmao, but i liked those glasses and the thing with browser history was my fav :D

Favourite Companion: oh it’s soooo hard!!! either Donna or Bill. I can’t choose. but yeah, those are both with whom there were no ‘romantic’ relationship implied, i love friends more than couples. and I just loved 10 and Donna as a team and Bill and 12, i still wish they had more time. also Martha, the smartest companion lol she was amazing.

Favourite Story: anything involving The Master :D all episodes with them are my favs, but i can’t just pick one story, i still remember the first episode i watched back when it was airing and are you my mummy stuck in my head for the rest of my life giving me brrrr feeling, like it was not scary but somehow made me super uncomfortable? also vashta nerada?? duuuuude, you can’t just look at the shadow the same way. and ten/river together were really great, i mean, he did not know who is she, the mystery, i love shit like that?? yeesss!!!!! there are so many great ones. I don’t want to choose.

Favourite Soundtrack: that unreleased tiny melody when the master dies in the last of the time lords T--T and this is gallifrey and clara’s theme! those are my favs. and I also really like 11′s theme, kinda ready for adventures and doing some weird but funny shit :D

Dream Actor for next Doctor: ooooof OOOOF dude! you know what, usually it is one actor for 3 seasons, that’s how it was for the last 3 doctors, i want Jodie to break that rule and stay with us for 4th season as well, i just want to see how pissed off those haters will be lmao i really really think the entire timeless child thing will not feel the same with someone else yet, and i don’t think they will reveal much in 13th season, that’s HUGE thing, or they should make it so good and the next doctor... aaah i don’t want to feel that change again, like i did with 10 to 11, and felt with the every next doctor, but i overcome that shit and just give them a chance, it’s the doctor after all and im sure loving all of them now. not sure it can disappoint me even if most of plot choices in the season are ... weak. idk who, there are so many great actors but whoever i choose will not be as great as someone they choose, because they always somehow cast amazing people, but i agree with emily it’s time for a doctor of color! tho, they can’t go back to white male actor right now, i just can imagine how it will look like, with all the hate Jodie received and how people still whine about female doctor, it will look like they tried and decided to go back to white male doctors, one half will be happy but the other one will eat them alive! so yeah, i am pretty sure it’s not gonna be white man again yet lol

Dream Composer: idk

Dream Story: well, considering 13 is in jail now, i would love to see someone “we know” rescuing her, because honestly if they just showed me jack and left it like that, i will not accept it!!! but also since yaz will be the only one left with the doctor, since bradley and tosin leave the show, i hope we will have some yaz and doctor relationship development without anyone else, maybe jack could stay because i love him, but jack’s presence did not hurt doctor and rose relationship development back then, so it should not hurt now also. but if they bring someone new, at least don’t make it right away, let yaz and 13 have an adventure at least 1 episode, some talk and stuff. so when yaz leaves also... (and i kind of had that stupid feeling that yaz will die in the end, because somehow everything hints on that for me? idk maybe it’s because i rewatched and giffed orphan 55 today and vilma (?) telling yaz to run and stay alive kinda felt like something that hints on yaz’s future... and yaz is always going somewhere without thinking, to random alien ship, to save the doctor, she steps into trouble like a doctor hoping everything will somehow be ok, but im not even sure she hopes, it’s more like i am as good as her so i can do it, not in clara’s way when everything hinted she is like the doctor, because let’s be honest she was and even got her own tardis, but she thinks she is, but she is not, i think some day that might end bad for her... so when she also leaves i don’t want it be like well yeah, what’s next? i mean, i still miss Bill, that was like NOOOOOO with tears and screams for me, i loved Bill! and we had 2 seasons with yaz and i still don’t feel the same connection to any of the current companions atm, so i would like the show to make me love them more, i do love them, just not as much as those i still miss, but im sure defending any of them lmao i love them anyway. you know what i mean...

A Companion You’d like to see back: oh OH. we cant bring them back for entire season right? but doctor can meet Donna at some point, which will have no point lmao cos she doesn’t remember and it will only hurt doctor and i don’t see how her appearance will help any plot, it will be just fanservice cameo. But Bill is out there with Heather, they are powerful creatures now, i think it could somehow fit into the story, I want Bill back. But also, Clara is still one heartbeat away from death, she can be out there, and she has tardis. tiny cameos will be fine for me :D and Martha, but also Madam Vastra and Jenny, Kate and Osgood, where they are??? bring them back and it can make sense, their appearances. I mean, imagine someone from UNIT in s11, not unit itself but osgood??? it would feel so much different.

An Enemy/Alien/Creature you’d like to see again: weeping angels!!!! OOOF they were creepy, and i love them, like, DON’T BLINK!!! how can you not blink for so long? that is cool, i want them back. and also the most beautiful shots are always with angels so... :’D

If you could travel with one of the Doctors, which Doctor and why?: oooh, while 10 is my fav, and I totally would hit on 13 :D i will choose 12, 12 from season 10, because he was such a grandpa, no lovey dovey stuff, he would lecture me on thing i do, give me new info about something, we would explore shit together and he would be like a grandpa i never had. We would definitely have long discussions about stuff and have good laugh together and i would make references to movies and then we would watch those movies :D i would act like Bill lmao yess i want to travel with 12!!!

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onedayiwillactuallywriteafanfic · 4 years

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Shay

Part 1 of: The Silver Haired Girl

This is a PJO and HP crossover with original characters, enjoy!

No warnings, and this series is going to be about Leigh Carson, who I previously mentioned in a different most. I said she was a muggleborn Syltherin student at Hogwarts, and this is part of the whole story. (I’m rambling now, sorry.)

(It’s a few pages length, btw.)

We pressed the buzzer for the Carsons’ apartment.

“What do you want?” It was a gruff male voice, must be her dad.

“Is Leigh home? We’re her friends.” Amelia told him.

“LEIGH! SOME PEOPLE CLAIM TO BE YOUR FRIENDS.”

“OKAY, THEN LET THEM UP!” Leigh yelled back, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YOUNG LADY! We’re in 3B, come on.”

They buzzed us in.

We passed a man on the way in, who completely ignored us like we weren’t there.

Three floors later we knocked on 3B. You could hear the music out in the hall, and all the lyrics to the song were clear. I’m not sure how Leigh heard us. (It wasn’t even good music, it was all country and 90s pop stuff.)

She opened the door with an angry face, but it wasn’t directed at us. “What happened to y’all? And why are you here?”

“Can we come in?” I asked, glancing around nervously. I didn’t like this place, it seemed a little sketchy.

She raised her eyebrows, “Sure.”

I would say I was surprised by the decorations, or somewhat lack thereof, but I wasn’t. There were boxes everywhere, still unpacked from when they moved. There was a recliner that I’m pretty sure three people could fit in, and a loveseat couch. The coffee table had empty beer bottles on it. There’s only one picture on the mantle, with what must be Leigh and her parents.

Leigh moved out of the doorway, and grumbled as she grabbed up all the beer bottles.

“Where’s your dad?” Amelia asked.

“Just left. Went to the bar or something.”

“Don’t the neighbors care about the horrible music?” I almost have to shout to be heard.

She shrugged and turned the CD player off, to help us. “So, what brings you here?”

“We need a ride to summer camp in the morning.” I explained.

“From me?”

“Yeah. My parents are out of town.”

“Okay, sure. My dad probably won’t be back tonight anyway, and I have to truck keys.”

“We leave in the morning?” I suggested. It would be better not to travel at night.

“Okay.” Amelia said.

“Good. Now, c’mon, I have bandages around here somewhere for your face, and hands and stuff.” Leigh said, taking Amelia by the wrist to drag her away.

“Shay? Are you injured?” I swear Amelia acted like my mama goat-I mean, human.

“No, I’m fine.”

She narrowed her eyes but didn’t say anything, and went with Leigh to the bathroom.

I sat down in the recliner. It felt off, like someone else’s property.

I must’ve fallen asleep, because next thing I knew, Amelia was asleep on the couch. There was music coming from somewhere close. I got up to investigate.

The apartment hallway had two bedrooms on either end, with a bathroom in the middle. One door was shut, but the music was coming from the other end. The lights were on in Leigh’s room. The rest of the house looked like they’d just moved in, but this room looked lived in. And like Leigh.

She had the blondest hair. It looked like she bleached it, because the color was so white it looked silver, but it was natural. Her bright blue glasses frames were falling down her nose. She was wearing shorts, and a t-shirt for a baseball team I’d never heard of.

She moved around the room gracefully, dancing to the music. She had some mix of ballet and modern going on. She did a turn, and saw me lingering in the doorway.

“Want me to dance with you?” The song was slow.

Her face was annoyed, like she was going to yell at me, but also like she was dizzy. “Shay-

“Oh, c’mon, it’ll be fun.” I grabbed her hand, and the world went dark.

In short: I was confused.

I saw a boy about my age, five, with bleach blonde hair like mine. Twin brother, I thought. He asked to dance with me, and I happily obliged. We took turns spinning to the music on the record player, giggling the whole time.

Hold up. Record player? When was this? That’s when I remembered that I was Shay, not Leigh. Was this her memory?

The scene changed. Leigh was about nine this time. There was a peacock in front of her.

“Libra! Come do your lessons!” Someone-Mother-yelled. They poked their head out the door of a huge old English mansion. Scary looking, too. “What are you doing?! Lucius! She’s talking to peacocks, now!”

“Talking to? No. At least they’re better company than you.” Leigh said. The voices sounded weird to me, though I couldn’t place why.

“What did you just say to your mother?” A man-Father-demanded. I could sense Leigh hated them both. They looked so uptight, the opposite of Leigh. They did look like her though, the man shared her hair, and her mother shared her blue eyes.

“I said that the peacocks were better than both of you! Your horrible people! You-“ Leigh was cut off by her father’s hand smacking her across the face. She hurried inside to do her lessons.

Scene change.

Leigh held a letter in her hand. It was her acceptance in a school. Her brother, about eleven, held an identical one. His face looked familiar, but probably just because he was related to Leigh. Her parents were finally proud of her. She could finally get away from them.

He looked familiar. I know I had seen his face before but I couldn’t place it. Maybe her had a look alike in a movie or something.

Another scene changed.

Leigh and her brother were in a room that must’ve been Leigh’s. They each had books everywhere.

“This is too much homework.” She complained.

“Well, at least we can go to Hogsmeade this year.” Her brother said.

“Guess what I’m going to do?” She whispered excitedly.

“What?” He didn’t want to break rules and get in trouble like she did.

“Get a muggle music player. And I know the muffling charm now.”

“Libra, you can’t do that.”

“Yes I can, Dragon.”

“Don’t call me Dragon, it’s a stupid name for a thirteen year old.”

“Whatever.”

Scene change.

Leigh was listening to her parents talk about her in the living room, spying, basically.

“If we marry her off to someone, then she’ll have to learn how to behave and be a lady. Yes?” Father said.

“Well, planning the wedding would take a lot of her free time, and I could watch her yes.” Mother agreed.

“Good, and then she’ll be too busy to misbehave. Now we just have a find a perfect match.”

Mother must’ve nodded, because Father kept going. Leigh was angry. Very, very, angry.

She sat still while her parents came up with matches for her, and even when they wrote a letter to the parents of one of these kids. That’s when she decided they were being completely serious.

Scene change.

“Please, Drake, help me?” Leigh pleaded to her brother. It was midnight, of the same day.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I’m going to run away. I want you to erase me from everyone’s memories.”

“Run away?”

“Please?” She begged.

He agreed after a few minutes of her explaining what she’d overheard.

They jinxed pens, with wands, so that if they wrote on their hand with it, the message would appear in the same spot for the other person.

Scene change.

Leigh held an hourglass looking thing. Writing appeared on her hand.

Love you. Ready. On three, one two three!

Leigh waited a minute or so after, then flipped the hour glass and appeared thirteen years later years later.

I woke up on the apartment floor. Leigh was next to me, and she gasped and pulled my hand from her wrist. The glare I was given came with a growl.

“You weren’t supposed to see that!”

“What was it?”

“Don’t play dumb. You might be stupid, but your not that stupid.”

“Your memories. Everyone spoke so weirdly.” Realization dawned on me, “Your British!”

“Really? I had no idea.” She gets to her feet. She doesn’t talk with a British accent, even after I point the fact that she had one at some point.

“But, your accent? You-I’m confused.”

“Good.” She stood up.

I sat up. “Leigh, what happened? Was that...magic?”

Leigh’s anger didn’t disappear, but she calmed a little, and pulled a box out from under her bed. She took the lid off it revealing a few books and a wooden stick.

“This is my wand.” She looked around, and found a book to put on the floor in front of her.

“Wingardium leviosa,” she muttered, making the book levitate into the air.

“Whoa,” I said. She stopped and the amazement wore off. “Why’d you leave?”

“My parents decided to marry me off to someone. I knew it was going to happen eventually, but at least if I was eighteen then I could just, like, leave. You wanna know how old I was?” I figured she didn’t really want an answer, so I didn’t say anything. “I was thirteen.” She buried her head in her hands.

“Okay, so are you like from a different time or something? Because record players? And marriage at thirteen?” She hadn’t stopped me from asking questions, so I kept going.

“I was born in 1980. I only jumped forward about thirteen years.”

“You should be like thirty!”

“Oh, yeah? What year were you born?”

“Can I not answer?” Truthfully, I am the same age as Leigh. Born in 1980. That’s alarming.

“Sure whateve-”

“Your from Harry Potter!” Realization dawned on me. Her brother looked just like Tom Felton.

“What about Potter? Huh?”

“It’s a book and movie series. Your-your brother, is the Malfoy kid. Oh, ew.”

“Wait, how do you-”

A scream from the living room interrupted her.

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