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neoarchipelago · 10 months

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Madripoor High (part 6)

A/N: this was supposed to be some miniseries but i feel like it's turning into a slow burn again... also, this is an emotional rollercosater. I gave Y/N a backstory, tragic, similar to Ghost's one.

Warnings: TRAUMA ABUSE DEATH READ UNTIL (_-_-_-_) TO AVOID IT THEN START AGAIN AT (_-_-_-_) IF YOU WANT TO AVOID IT

+ SEXUAL CONTENT

You walked through the base, the warm sun barely helping with the cold wind. Two months. You were working on this contract for two months. You were more than frustrated. You were starting to think you simply couldn't find Echo because they didn't exist at all.

The obvious side eyes and murmuring made you want to chuckle. Not only word of the punishments from the Lieutenant spread like wildfire. The fact that you showered alone under his close watch also spread. You were aware of the little whispers. 'the lieutenant's temptation' , 'the lieutenant's bitch' or 'whore'. You probably heard 'the forbidden pussy' at some point. You could end all of these fuckers careers with a simple search of their background, the worst skeletons in their closet unburied but you honestly couldn't care less. It was a funny change from the usuals 'criminal' 'terrorist'.

For some reason it almost made you giddy. Of course, Ghost was entirely unaware of all of this. The cadets were way too terrified to even mumble if he was in the surrounding 20 feet. You also tried to keep it to yourself, the next punishment being way more harmful for the boys than for you. Walking up to the barracks you felt surrounded. You stopped in the middle of the hallway. Looking at the boys surrounding you.

"Well well, little ducklings away from their mommies." You smirked.

"How about we call you mommy huh?" You heard from one.

"Oh sorry. I have daddy issues, not mommy ones." You teased again.

"You got a big mouth for a little thing." Someone rang.

"Not only this little thing could end your reputation, your careers and your families in a blink of an eye. But I'm not at all worried. I walk through this base with no fear." You stated.

"Maybe that's your problem. You're FUCKING full of yourself." A man spat.

You looked at the cadet who spoke. Of course. You were perfectly prepared for such a thing. You had an excellent memory.

"Cadet Davis. 25 years old, divorced parents both remarried, two biological brothers, one half sister and a baby half brother on the way." The boy frowned slowly paling. "You enlisted because of your bad civilian behavior, last resort to get straight in life after not only dropping out of high school for misconduct but also out of interest per your therapist's notes." You smirked, the boys eyeing each other. "Now, I know that you and your squad sneak out every Thursday you're not on duty to play cards in one of the barracks near the east wall." Now the group paled. "I know about the phones on which you watch porn while you guys jerk off all together." You said again.

"I know. Everything. Ending you is almost boring." You finally spat.

"What's going on here?" You heard.

You turned to the voice smiling at Soap and Gaz as they appeared into view. The cadets stood to attention as soon as they saw them.

"We're bonding." You teased. Soap snickered as Gaz frowned. You crossed your arms, smirking towards the cadets. "They're such adorable boys."

"Alright. Yeah. No doubt." Gaz said, not believing it for one second.

"Come on, let's go. Stop giving the kids attention. They'll become soft." Soap added.

You chuckled, shaking your head before walking to them. You threw a last glare towards the squad before climbing up with the two Sergeants. Once inside you sighed, heading for the kitchen.

"Are you alright?" You heard Gaz ask from behind.

"I'm fine." You sighed.

"If they're giving you a hard time you have to tell us." Soap said.

You were going to answer when a voice rose from the couch.

"Who's giving you a hard time?"

You froze. The sergeant's heads snapped towards the couch. You didn't need to turn. The voice. That voice that made you want to simply fall to your knees sometimes and others want to fight him.

"No one!" You said, walking to the fridge.

"Soap? Gaz?" He asked, standing from the couch. The two tried to look away, one rubbing the back of his head.

"No. One." You repeated.

Soap grinned, heading for the fridge as well. He stood next to you, eyes roaming the inside.

"I think you should tell him." He whispered, hidden by the open door of the fridge.

"It's fine. I'm not in any danger. And he's annoying…" you whispered back.

He snickered, making you bite your lip. You grabbed a small juice box, turning around to sit at the counter. Soap decided he wanted juice as well, but the last one being in your hand, he closed the fridge, running behind you to steal the precious liquid.

"Hey!" You yelped.

He laughed running out of the room.

"JOHNNY!" You yelled.

Gaz smirked.

"Just get another one…" Ghost mumbled.

"It was the last one!" You told him, clear annoyance on your face.

Gaz laughed softly, shaking his head as he walked out of the kitchen. You groaned, turning back to the lieutenant who didn't take his eyes off of you.

"What?" You let out.

He simply stared intensely at you. You started to feel that little tingle in the back of the neck, that feeling of being watched by a predator. It could work. Could. If only he knew that it wasn't fear that it elicited in you. But burning fucking need.

That, had been a brand new problem to you. Since the shower incident, you felt yourself melt a tiny bit more under his gaze. Felt yourself shiver at his raspy voice. Felt the dangerous warmth in the pit of your stomach when you heard him scold a recruit. You didn't even want to remember how you felt when you saw him spare. His strength, his body, his eyes… oh god.

You looked away, walking to the couch. You wanted to avoid his gaze, the way it made you feel, but also wanted to hide it from him. Hide the way he made you feel. It didn't matter much if he knew. Two things could happen. He would like it and you'd have a wonderful night, or perhaps various ones. Or he would feel uncomfortable about it and you'd simply take a step back. No. What mattered was a certain someone could not know.

"Muñeca.."

You looked up at the voice. Her. She couldn't know. If she did, you'd never hear the end of it. You smiled at her, Price and Alejandro right behind her. You pat the couch next to you, beckoning her to sit down. Price called the rest of the squad as you let your head fall back.

Soap walked in, sending you a teasing smile as you shook your head. You pat the couch on the other side, the boy not hesitating to run and jump next to you.

"God's sake Johnny…" you chuckled.

Price had a warm smile on his face as he witnessed the scene. The room had filled up, you started to feel the obvious important news arriving.

"Alright. Here's the brief." Price started.

You let your head fall on Soap's shoulder, his hand rising to playful pat and or gently slap your cheek. You pushed his hand away, trying to listen to the captain.

"Thanks to Tracker's latest Intel, we have eyes on a cartel. Squad 141 will be heading out tomorrow for a recon mission." You frowned but didn't say anything. "It should be a few days. Until then, Laswell will be here to help you, colonel Vargas and Rudy will also remain here with the Prisoner. "

"Cabron." She spat.

You chuckled, playfully slapping her arm. Price chuckled as well, a darker tone to it as he eyed Valeria. Price continued, falling into more detailed information about their mission. You zoned out. For as much as you tried to avoid thinking of it, you couldn't stop. The skull face kept showing up again and again in your brain. You wondered how his hands would feel on your skin. How it would feel to trace his faded tattoos. Did he have more? You were sure he did. You wanted to search for them. His blond lashes flashed in your brain. Was his hair also blond? Was his happy trail-

"Tracker?!" Valeria snapped her fingers in front of your face. You snapped out of your very spicy daydream as you frowned. You looked up at her.

"Are you ok muñeca?" She asked, a little frown on her face. Soap immediately jumped as well to look at you.

"I'm… fine!" You stammered. It obviously didn't help your case, now the room was looking at you. You felt yourself blush and heat up under the scrutinizing gazes.

"Are you sure, you look a bit red…" soap added with a worried look. You wanted to scream and hide. He wasn't helping at all.

"I'm fine!" You said again.

Ghost stepped closer, your heart jumping in your chest at the sight of the object of all your nasty thoughts eyeing you again. A hand touched your cheek, Soap testing your body warmth with the back of his hand.

"Your pupils are dilated… and your heartbeat is a bit fast." He stated..

"Oh god please shut up…" you finally whined, embarrassment washing over you. "I'm fine, really, maybe got a bit sick overnight it's nothing really…" you lied.

"Perhaps you should go over to the infirmary." Price said with a little worry in his eyes too.

"No it's ok… thank you. I'll rest a bit." You finished with a smile. God if he knew it was simply you fantasizing about his Lieutenant.

You avoided eye contact with everyone for the rest of the briefing, scurrying off discreetly to your room as soon as it was over.

—

You could finally take a deep breath once the wooden door shut itself. You barely had time to take a step forward before the door opened again. You turned, falling eye to eye with deep brown orbs. You frowned, swallowing hard before turning back towards your bed.

"Yes lieutenant ?" You asked. He stared. "You have a staring problem, Ghost." You stated.

He crossed his arms leaning back against the door. The t-shirt he was wearing showed his arms perfectly. The sleeved tattoo almost plastered for everyone to see.

"Now you're the one staring."

You snapped out of the day dream. You were in fact staring. You snickered, turning back to your bed where you let yourself fall upon. You groaned into your pillow. You felt a wave of frustration splash onto a shore of exhaustion. You felt like the heavy weight you weren't aware of, finally fell on you. You turned your head to the side, staring at the wall. Should you glance at him? Was he still staring?

The sound of the lock echoed. Heavy boots stomped on the floor, the sound growing closer before it stopped next to the bed. Your body tensed. What..

Shock filled you as you felt two arms turn you around. You laid on your back, watching the man kneel on the bed, letting himself down as well, his head on your chest. Your heart was threatening to jump out of your chest.

"What… are you?" You questioned.

His body flexed as the shock in your voice. You anticipated him trying to stand back up. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, one on his head. Not a word was said. You let yourself enjoy the moment. The heaviness of his body on you was making you sleepy. He had relaxed, his body reacting to the soft caresses on his head and back.

"Who's giving you a hard time?" You heard.

"No one…" you mumbled through sleepiness.

He groaned a bit but didn't move. His hands caressed the skin of your waist under your shirt, slow circles that gave you goosebumps. You sighed in content. You felt the heat. The breaths. It was a blink of an eye. And he was on top of you, his head in your neck, biting and sucking softly at the skin, one hand over your breast underneath your clothes, pressing his hard cock against you.

The feeling of him, so close yet so far, was unbearable. He teased you, clothes keeping any real contact from each other. You wanted to rip your own pants and panties off to finally let him thrust into you.

"Simon.." you moaned.

A low chuckle answered your whines, only making you more and more desperate.

"So needy. Have you been craving this? Thinking about how my hands would feel against your soft skin? Have you been fantasizing about my mouth biting and marking you? Shit…" he chuckled darkly again. "You've been imagining my cock stretching your pretty little pussy, haven't you?"

You wanted to say no. Throw some snarky comments but you couldn't. Like some spell had hit you, making you unable to be anything but submissive.

"Of course you have… look at you. You're thinking about it right now." You frowned at his words. "You're dreaming of it…"

Your eyes flashed open, the white ceiling staring back at you. Your heart was racing, the silence and darkness of the room enveloping you, bringing you back to reality. So now, you were having wet dreams of that asshole?! You grabbed a pillow throwing it over your face to muffle an annoyed loud groan. The fluffy thing was quickly discarded with rage. What happened? What exactly made things turn out this way? The way he had looked at you in the showers while he was manhandling some perv who had been watching you?

The fury in his eyes, the way he barked his orders at the boys, anger obviously biting through the air. The way he had effortlessly grabbed you by the waist to pull you up and make you sit on top of the little wall. He had wanted to punish you. He had been nothing but correct with you yet you felt like some Victorian man who's been shown ankles.

Perhaps a warm drink would help. Some tea. You threw the covers away, standing up to escape your room towards the kitchen. You tiptoed your way through the hallway, the silence and shadows only remembering you that the team was sleeping at this hour. You flipped the light switch, blinding light burning your eyes for a split second. You decided against it, only turning on the soft lamps over the kitchen counter.

Putting some water to boil in the kettle, you browsed through the various teas the team had. One good thing about so many British men. You picked out something that sounded pretty classic with still a tint of originality. Time ticked, waiting for the water so you could make your tea, you stretched your neck, rubbing the back. Flashbacks of the night at the hotel rushed through your mind. His hand around your throat, the fear and panic in his eyes once he realized what he was doing. The flinch when you tried to pull him to you.

Something made you wonder what happened. What was it that made him, Ghost, crumble in the past? If he had even crumbled. The kettle clicked, notifying you that it was ready. You poured the hot liquid in your mug before heading to the counter and sitting in one of the high chairs.

Sexually tortured. Lots of things came to mind. Every single one of them sent a disgusting taste to the back of your brain. Madripoor wasn't a stranger to these things. Human trafficking and other things were unfortunately part of the world you lived in. You were clearly against it, refusing contracts from cartel's and bosses. Making sure to bombard their plans and send a message to the high table. At least, in Madripoor, it wasn't allowed.

But him? Curiosity made you want to peek at his file. It would be easy but… a part of you didn't want to break his trust. Or at least the tiny piece of trust if he had any towards you. It was fascinating to you how this mountain of a man, a beast, a hunter on the field, could have been so close to being broken. Obviously it hadn't fully worked, and he had built himself a reputation that the high table itself was aware of.

All of these thoughts to avoid asking yourself the real question. Why was he constantly in your mind? What was with him… that since the first encounter, when he had chased you through the warehouse and trapped you, he simply attracted you. You were worried about what this might mean, as you watched the swirl of the liquid in your cup.

"What did that mug do to you?"

You jumped, turning to the doorway.

"God sake! Please put a bell around your neck…" you scolded.

He shook his head walking to you.

"Why are you up? Not feeling good?" He asked, nodding towards the tea.

Ah yes. You were supposed to be feeling 'sick'. You smirked, looking back at your mug.

"I'm fine. Just couldn't sleep." You stated. "There's hot water if you want some tea." You offered after a heartbeat. He couldn't sleep either. It was obvious. Was it his nightmares?

He moved towards the kettle, grabbing a mug in the process. You watched his movements, his muscles flexing with his movements as he made himself a cup of tea. You kept your eyes on him as he walked back to sit on the chair next to you.

"You have a staring problem." He teased, staring back at you.

"You're the one staring at me…" you whispered.

His eyes faltered, slight twitch of his brows. You were blatantly staring at him, a little focused look on your face as if you were trying to figure out some riddle he had dropped. He had tensed again.

"Simon.." you started in a whisper.

His head tilted, questioning the reasons of his name on your lips.

"I… what happened…?" You asked.

He blinked, once, twice, before the dreadful realization fell on him.

"None of your fucking business." He snarked.

You sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry… I didn't mean to intrude. You don't have to tell me anything." You let out, turning back to your mug.

The clock on the wall ticked, filling the silence with even more tension. You sipped on your wall beverage, closing your eyes as the liquid slid down your throat.

"Why." He asked. You turned to him, confused. "Why are you asking this? Right now." He asked again, eyes boring into your very soul. "Did… did I… was I not correct towards you?"

You felt a cold shower rush through the fibers of every muscle in your body.

"What? No! No." You shook your head. "Simon. You've been… very correct with me. You haven't overstepped, or made me uncomfortable. It's fine." You reassured him.

He took a deep breath, his broad shoulders rising before slumping back.

"Why are you so worried that you'll overstep?" You asked in a low voice.

He watched you carefully. He didn't trust you enough to say that. Not enough to tell you the truth. And you understood that.

"You haven't." You caught his attention again, giving up on finding answers. "You've been a gentleman, apart from being annoying." You chuckled with a teasing smile. "And I… promise that if I ever feel uncomfortable, I'll be honest with you and give you a heads up." You finished with a soft smile.

He nodded after a second of pondering.

"You call Soap Johnny." He let out.

You rolled your eyes with a little chuckle.

"Are you jealous?" You teased.

"No. But he doesn't let just anyone call him that." He explained.

You were surprised by the revelation. Slightly taken aback by the confession that Soap had let you be a special person to him.

"He reminds me… of my little brother." You whispered, looking at the wall.

Ghost remained quiet. He sipped on his tea, waiting for you to either keep talking and explain or simply change the subject.

"You're not going to ask…?" You questioned.

"I haven't answered any of your questions. I don't deserve asking you some." He explained in a soft tone.

"You deserve to ask them. It is, however, up to me to answer them, or not, like you did." You smiled at him.

"I'm not really into… family talk." He answered honestly as he winced.

"Don't worry." You whispered, his head turning towards you. "Me neither…" you said, trying to hide the sting of pain from being too obvious.

But he noticed. Of course he did. He nodded, his hand raising to pat your head softly before turning back to his tea. It made you huff a laugh. You sipped your tea again before turning back to him.

"How did you become Ghost?" You asked. He closed his eyes, groaning. "Too close…?" You asked. He didn't answer. "Sorry. I think I'll just shut up." You chuckled.

"How did you become Tracker?"

You froze as the cup was barely inches from your lips. It hit close too. Way too close for comfort. Did you want to tell him? The amount of people who knew the truth could be counted on the fingers of a single hand.

"Too close?" He asked.

You took a deep breath, putting down the cup on the counter, eyes staring at it, as if it'd help you through the dilemma. Telling him the truth. Do you trust him? Yes. Enough to talk about it? Perhaps it would help him unravel himself to you. He had started saying something when you cut him.

(_-_-_-_)

"My father was the type of man who loved the bottle more than his kids." You started. Simon immediately remained quiet, watching you.

Deciding on avoiding his gaze, you let yourself get lost in the brown liquid of the mug as the flashbacks and memories rushed back in. "It was always hard. The abuse. I tried my best to stand in the middle of him and my mother and siblings. I mostly managed."

You snickered to yourself bittersweetly.

"But things didn't get better. I was almost 17. I was out with some friends. He had been out for two days, we had no news. I didn't know."

"Y/N-" he started. But it was as if you couldn't hear him anymore. Words overspilling.

"He had decided that he wasn't happy. And that if he couldn't be happy, no one else could. I got home, probably… twenty minutes after he did. And, he had enough time to.."

You frowned, feelings bubbling up in your throat the more you spoke. Simon scooted closer with his high chair, legs spread as your chair rested in between. You still avoided his gaze.

"He had killed them all. My mother, my sister and her husband. Their two kids. My little brother…" Your voice lowered. Tears swelling at the corner of your eyes. "He tried to kill me on sight. While I was in shock of seeing my family murdered on the living room floor. Blood everywhere. So… long story short. The neighbors had already called the cops, they arrived as we were fighting outside in the lawn. I ended up stabbing him repeatedly." You took a long sip from the tea, trying to calm the raging burn in your throat from holding back the tears.

"On that night, at the police station, the social workers arrived and talked to the cops. I overheard them talking. How I was already old and almost an adult. That no foster homes would want a kid who killed someone. That I needed psychiatric help. And families would still refuse to take me in."

You finally turned to him, trying a small smile. You felt your heart skip a beat as he eyed you intensely. It was hard to understand what his eyes conveyed.

"So, I ran off. I used the moment where the window was unattended. They were too busy. So I hopped out and ran. Managed to get into my house in the upstairs bedroom even while the cops were there. Took some stuff, my laptop mostly. And I ran." You sighed. "This story is taking forever…" you laughed a bit, trying to lie to yourself that these emotions, this trauma wasn't affecting you anymore.

(_-_-_-_ bad childhood daddy issues, family dead)

"So, I stayed in the streets for a few months, coffee shops would give me wifi and I already had some basis on hacking. Made sure to steal money from bank accounts to buy food and stuff like that. Some cartel boss eventually heard of me and offered me a deal. I accepted, became known over the years as I got better and better. The high table of Madripoor decided to bring me on their side once my… talent was widely known." You smacked your lips together, looking away.

"There it is. The story of Tracker…" you whispered in a sarcastic, tasteless voice.

He leaned forward as you turned to him, his forehead touching yours as your eyes opened wide. A little soothing gesture.

"You did good." He whispered.

It was three simple words. No special tone, no actual praise. But it made the tears fall. You tried to catch your breath as he froze. You shook your head, cracking a smile as you closed your eyes.

"I'm ok… I'm ok." You sniffled, leaning back.

You opened your eyes, brushing away the tears with your fingers.

"It's ok." He said.

You smiled even more, nodding softly. His hand had someone ended up on the small of your back, his thumb drawing slow circles. You closed your eyes at the sensation. It was reassuring. Calming. When you opened your eyes, he tilted his head, eyeing you with curiosity.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Yeah… just… your fingers-"

He stilled. Realizing his action. His hand flew off like your skin was a scorching braze.

"Shit… sorry…" he was ready to stand when you put your hand on his chest.

"Simon. It's fine. It was a soft gesture. I saw no harm in it. Breathe…" you reassured.

His eyes stuck to yours, he tried to even his breath.

"You look… so ok. With my touch." He said.

"Hmm…" you started. "Well. Your touch is nothing inappropriate. It's soothing so I don't mind." You explained. "I mean… you've had me naked in your arms" you teased.

He straightened his neck at the thought, making the heat rush to your cheeks.

"It's fine Simon…" you repeated.

"You wouldn't be fine if you knew the whole truth… you wouldn't want me to touch you." He hissed, anger biting at himself more than you.

You sighed, scooting your chair even closer, forcing him to spread his legs even wider. His eyes were fixating on you, burning through your skin, his body as stiff as stone. You let your head slowly fall to his chest, forcing him to straighten himself and hold you so you wouldn't slip and fall off your chair. You could hear his heart stammering against his rib cage.

"Maybe. But right now. After knowing you for a few months, I trust you. And I don't mind your touch at all." You whispered.

"You're insane…" he whispered back.

"Without a single doubt…" you chuckled under your breath.

You remained like this for a little while. You could feel his heart calming down. You were falling asleep at the sound of his steady heartbeat. He realized it as your body felt slightly heavier in his arms. He shifted quickly, picking you up bridal style. Your eyes snapped open at the sudden shift. Looking at him.

"You're ok." He simply said.

You sighed, letting your head against his shoulder. He walked to your door, opening it before walking in, heading to your bed. He slowly dropped you down, letting you settle in bed comfortably. The way he watched you, standing over the bed, it made you feel… surprisingly secure. You threw him a sleepy smile as he softly brushed a hair strand away from your face. After a long minute, he walked away, closing the door softly behind him.

Your eyes were closing on their own, the image of him lulling you to sleep.

—

The next morning, you woke up to silence. You opened your eyes, fighting the need to keep them close as the light shone through the window. You sighed, getting up and throwing some sweatpants and a t-shirt on before stepping out into the hallway. The eerie feeling of the empty place felt heavy on you. You walked to the kitchen, looking around. No one. You sat at the counter, noticing a small paper.

'out on mission, be back soon, Alejandro and Rudy are still on base if you need anything! -squad 141'

You smiled. It was obviously soap's handwriting, and the thought warmed your heart. You frowned. You felt… lonely. It wasn't something unusual for you. Even in Madripoor, walking through town or resting on the large couch in your living room, you felt lonely. This kind of loneliness however. You hadn't felt it in a while. The one you felt on that night. You shook your head. It was silly. Nonsense. Something however, screamed in the back of your mind, that the relationship you were creating with this team was getting concerning. Dangerous… it wouldn't end well.

Getting attached to them, it could be a terrible mistake. And you could feel it. That it was getting way too close for comfort. Lying to yourself, however, sounded like a much better solution.

You took a deep breath, looking up at the kitchen counters. Breakfast. And then. Work.

—

It was late. Around four in the morning. You rubbed your eyes as they started to get blurry from the screen light in the dark conference room. You stretched, checking the time a last time, settling your mind on packing your things and going back to the barracks to get some sleep.

The base seemed to be asleep, the few soldiers patrolling around being the only noise you could hear. You walked through the hallways, your backpack on your back, already dreaming about the warmth of your bed. The tingling feeling at the back of your neck however, warned you that someone… was clearly watching you. It was becoming even clearer that they were following you. You sighed, taking sharper turns into darker alleys. You tiptoed your way into a warehouse, jumping on some iron ladder to make your way up to the first balcony on top. You slowly made your way to a little hideout, perfect for you to see, without being seen. You waited, watching the entrance.

Three shadows made their way in, looking around. You easily recognized three of the men from squad 8. You shook your head slowly. Idiots. Observing the three as they looked for you, you let your head fall against the wall behind you. You were tired. You didn't need this right now. A part of your brain kept watch over the boys as they walked back to the entrance, the other was drowning in sleepy thoughts. Finally alone in the warehouse, you remained sitting on the ground, against the wall. You waited to make sure they were gone. But your eyelids keep closing themselves, as you battled and battled but allowed them to remain closed a little while longer each time.

—

It was the rough sound of the warehouse door being rolled open that made you jolt awake. Your heart pounding, you took in your surroundings. A team had walked in, taking their gear as they were briefing each other on the next training. You looked around, noticing how the sun was already shining through the door.

"Shit.." you mumbled.

You rose to your feet, feeling the ache in your body from the very uncomfortable sleepy spot. You groaned, making your way to the ladder. You climbed down, jumping down the last few steps, the sound of your shoes echoing. The attention of the team was brought upon you as you simply nodded their way with a 'good morning'. You walked out into the sun. The warmth of it did nothing to help the exhaustion from your body.

Unfortunately, the same thing occured again and again. You found yourself having to avoid certain spots, certain people. At some point after a few nights, you realized that they weren't afraid to enter the barracks, making your own room unsafe. You had to find a way to sleep somewhere, in different spots every night. You decided to keep it to yourself, not wanting to bother Alejandro and Rudy who probably had a lot to deal with already. Frustration was starting to grow to an impossible level. The bad sleep, it kept you on edge.

It had been almost two weeks when you decided that enough was enough. You decided that if they wanted to act like idiots, and come after you, then you'd treat them like that. You spent a full day preparing a little forgotten room, adding the perfect illegal things in it. It was used as some 'throw everything in' room. It was therefore quite easy to drop some things. Drugs, confidential files you had… found… laying around.

That night, you made sure to stay extra late, working on your laptop before making your way to the room, the boys obviously following you. You grinned, stepping into the room before quickly running to your hiding spot. As the three boys walked in behind you, you immediately texted Laswell.

You waited. Patiently, watching the three search around the various crates, boxes and old furniture, coating their hands in the various substances you had flung around the room. When Laswell arrived she was closely followed by Alejandro and a few men. You didn't exactly pay attention to what was going on as they interrogated the recruits, or when they were dragged out. You sighed, swiftly getting out of your hiding place to walk out the door. You made sure to be far enough from the big group, walking away.

It was a good start. It wouldn't make them stop. But it'd help. You let yourself lean back against a humvee, crossing your arms. You waited, until you saw his frame.

"Colonel…" you greeted.

"Tracker." He greeted back.

He looked at you, frowning. Even under the dim light of the courtyard, it was clear to see how tired you were. You had been in a worse state. But this wasn't that kind of mission.

"Everything alright princesa?"

You smiled at the nickname.

"I'm… tired." You answered honestly.

He frowned, taking a few seconds to think before he looked at you.

"This… was you?" He asked. You nodded. "Why?". You didn't have time to answer. "They bothered you? Pendejos."

You smirked to yourself. It was incredibly obvious how similar Valeria was to him.

"I'm fine. It was just slightly annoying. They've been distracting me from my work…" you said.

"Come on. You'll sleep with us tonight."

He nodded towards a building before starting to walk, leaving no room for discussion.

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You were glad to be able to sleep near the vaqueros. Valeria was in a cell nearby. You had spent a very calm night, waking up quite late. Rudy had very kindly offered you his room. Unfortunately, you couldn't just spend the entire time in Rudy's room. You talked to them, including Laswell, offering for them to move into the squad's barracks. They were skeptical, especially towards letting Valeria into anything else than a cell. You assured them that Valeria wouldn't be a problem, warning her that if she didn't behave, you'd hunt her down yourself.

She had pouted, angrily cursing at the vaqueros. Eventually, they had moved into the barracks, and you were glad to be back to your little room. You could finally rest a bit, without constantly having to watch your six. On the other side you felt like you missed the team. You missed hearing Soap and Gaz laughing together, Price talking and the smell of his cigars. But you also missed him. All of that combined with the fact that you seemed stuck in your current search was starting to feel like too much.

You sat on the ground, the laptop on the coffee table looking at you mockingly.

"What's wrong muñeca?" Valeria asked.

"I'm… frustrated. I can't find anything about 'snake'. Obviously that guy is keeping Echo's identity secret like some kind of fucking bodyguard. I can't find anything that could identify it. Nowhere, in all of the underground, can I find a single clue on 'snake'..." You vented.

You groaned, letting your head fall into your hands. Rudy sat nearby, the poor boy on babysitting duty as Alejandro was with Laswell for the day. You heard some commotion, looking up.

"VALERIA!" You yelled.

The woman had knocked out the poor man, hovering over his unconscious body.

"Calm down… he's sleeping."

"Why did you do that?!" You scolded.

"I wanted to offer you tequila. He wouldn't have agreed." She shrugged, walking to one of the cupboards.

"You didn't even try asking him!" You angrily said.

She shrugged again, grabbing a bottle of tequila from the cupboard before walking to you. She closed the laptop, putting it aside as she opened the bottle.

"You need to breathe a bit" she teased with a wink.

You shook your head, bewildered. It was an obvious Valeria move. You watched as she stood again grabbing a chair before lifting Rudy to sit on it. She then handcuffed him, making sure that he wouldn't escape.

"Valeria…" you scolded.

"He's fine! Come on." She sat back next to you after grabbing two cups.

You watched as she poured the liquid into them. Maybe… you did need to relax a bit.

But as per habit. Every Valeria move would end up in some kind of chaos.

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You Deserve Better (part three)

Part one Part two

In the back of her mind, Althea realised that the male she was staring at could be the Lord of the camp, but she couldn't look away from his captivating eyes. His grin widened and both his dimples made an appearance. And that's when Althea made herself look away, cheeks burning.

"It's cold here. I say we should go inside, that is, if you want." He spoke.

"Yeah." She rasped, before clearing her throat and continuing. "I think it'd be good if we became comfortable. After all, I'd be here for some time."

The first guy, Kieran stepped forward while shaking his head. She followed him towards the Lord, who winked at her. He put out his hand, which Althea looked at suspiciously before taking it.

"Casteel Da'Neer. Lord of the camp, as you might have guessed." "Althea. High Lord's sister. I guess you already know why I'm here, no?"

His jaw was practically on the ground and she could see Kieran had stopped in his tracks from where he'd been walking towards a house. "You're kidding."

"Why would I?" She raised her brows.

"I– you– you're here because of the reports that we haven't been sending?"

"Mmhmm." He still gaped at her, so she continued. "So? I thought you were taking me somewhere warm?"

"Oh yes." He finally stepped away and led her toward the house where Kieran already was. As Kieran led Althea to a sitting area, Casteel walked into the kitchen.

"So you really are the High Lord's sister?"

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

"No it's just– you are somewhat of a legend."

She raised a brow. "Am I?"

He nodded. "Rumours spread like wildfire over this place. Someone from here had been present when you were born. They saw how the previous High Lord's demeanour had changed. They also mentioned how they could feel your powers, as soon a you came into this world."

"Also how your father literally went and killed Spring Court males because of what they did to you. So, it's obvious anyone would think that you are someone really special for someone like your father to do those things." Casteel came in with a bottle of whiskey and a few glasses, setting it down in front of them. Althea thought about what they had said as he poured it for them. He continued while handing her a glass. "Also, shouldn't you be a little more careful around males you don't know? We've just met and you're already in my house, drinking my whiskey, which could have poison in it."

That was a valid question, but Althea waved her hand. "You wouldn't dare. As you just now mentioned how powerful I am, I could kill you without a second thought, even in a weakened state. And even if we were to ignore my powers, my brother would torture you for eternity." Those weren't the only reason though. She didn't know why but she knew she could trust these men. Knew they wouldn't harm her, even if she was a peasant woman with no one who would miss her if she vanished. "So I think that gives you enough reasons to not try something stupid. So, let's not beat around the bush and get to the point. Why are you not sending the reports to your High Lord?"

"Alright princess, if that's what you want. But before that, I want you to give me all the details that you have about this situation."

"Only that you haven't been sending in the monthly evaluations to Rhysand and when he sends people to check why, you send them away without any explanation. Saying you don't know what they're talking about."

He sighed. "I have been sending them. Every month. Sometimes even more than once in the past months. I don't know why the high lord isn't getting them, but we are looking into it. That was why Kieran was scouting the woods tonight when he found you."

"What? How could that be? You–"

"I know princess. That's why Kiearan was scouting the perimeter for anything suspicious tonight before our messenger left, and then he was going to follow. We've sent people before, with the messenger, but they always ended up dead, and I'm not willing to sacrifice more of my men or women. And these people that the High Lord sends, I tell them the exact same thing, but looks like they don't remember."

That was weird. Rhys said he didn't receive anything. If this male was saying the truth, then this was a serious issue and Rhys needed to be informed.

"Well... I guess I can send him these reports. My brother and I can winnow ourselves as well as objects. That's how we've been talking for ... quite some time now. Winnowing letters to each other."

"That's nice. I'll get you the reports in the morning. Is that okay?" Casteel had a weird look in his eyes, which Althea couldn't decipher.

"Um, alright I guess. I'll be back tomorrow then?"

"You can stay. Here in the house."

Althea saw Kieran's brows rise before he knocked back the whiskey and stood. "Well, I guess I'll go sleep now that there is no more need of me?" He didn't wait for an answer before walking out the door.

Althea blinked before turning back to Casteel. "So? Are you staying?"

"I mean, I guess so."

"Excellent." He looked sheepish for his outburst. "Um, sorry. It's just that, you are someone that we never would have thought that we'll ever meet."

Althea smiled into her glass. Looking at him getting flustered was amusing to say the least. And as she continued sipping her whiskey, she could see him in her periphery just shifting in his seat.

"So... do you want to go to sleep now? The rooms are all clean and you can pick one you want."

Althea shook her head, grinning as she set down her glass and leaned back in her seat. "You look like you have some questions. Go on. Ask away."

She took in the way his eyes brightened while he finished his glass and set it down. He picked up the bottle and asked if she wanted more, to which she declined. She waited as he filled his glass again and took a sip. He cleared his throat before he began.

"These could be personal though." He continued when she shrugged. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to. Was you're father really a nice man with you? I have heard a lot of stories, and people also say that it obviously wasn't because he had kids. It was just you."

"Hmm. That would be true. He was a really amazing male when it was just us. He would put me to sleep, read me stories, play with me. Basically do anything that a little girl would ever want of her father. When I grew up enough to realise that how he treated others was not nice, I was confused. But I guess I let it slide, maybe because I was a kid, but mainly because I loved him so much."

"Whoa. That's kind of... messed up." He shifted in his seat as he went on. "Could you... you know, tell me about yourself. Like, the places you have gone to. I heard you were spotted near the border once. Have you visited the human lands?"

Althea studied him for a moment, wondering if she should tell him stuff like that, then decided she could. It wasn't as if he could hold her travels over her. But she picked up the bottle of whiskey before speaking, because even though she could tell him these things, she was nowhere near drunk enough for it.

Talking to him was as easy as breathing to her. So easy that as she spoke about her travels and they talked about literally anything that came to mind, she didn't realise that they had talked for the whole night until the sun was shining through the windows.

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The next morning Althea had sent Rhys the reports and the explanation about why he hadn't been receiving them. After that, while she was getting ready to leave, she had received a letter from Rhys. He had asked her who she thought the person was and why they were doing this. That had ideas popping into her head on how to catch this person tampering with the documents.

And so here she was, one month later, sitting in the branches of a tree, waiting for the messenger to pass through. He was currently with Casteel, getting a blank scroll, pretending it was those monthly reports. Only Kieran knew about the plan of handing him the blank scroll. The actual papers had been sent to Rhys this morning.

The messenger entered the clearing where the protection bubble ended and from where he would have to winnow, rather than going, he stood there, waiting. A few minutes later, an Illyrian appeared from thin air, who took the scrolls from the messenger, gave him a pouch which presumably had gold coins and started to winnow. But couldn't. Because at that moment Althea had frozen him where he was, then let her arrow fly. The man fell to the ground, groaning. She winnowed right next to him, grabbed him and then went back to the camp, where Casteel took him to a secluded place and handed him off to Kieran to be interrogated.

Later they would find out that it was a spy –with daemati powers– of a secret organisation of Lord Devlon and other Camp Lords, who wanted to remove Camp Skyward from the picture because of the fact that the Camp allowed females to train. Out of all the Lords, Casteel was the only one who had no problem training females, in fact, he had already been training females in secret even before Rhysand had become High Lord and ordered that females be trained as well.

This past month had been... fun. After that first night when she had stayed at his camp, she went back to her home. But they had to meet everyday to plan for catching the culprit. Atleast that what Althea told herself. They obviously didn't need to meet for a whole month to devise a plan. There were other reasons, certain amber eyed reasons, that kept her going back to the camp. Sometimes staying, sometimes returning to her cottage, but dreams of this amber eyed reason kept her up most nights.

So now that the problem had been solved, Althea didn't think she could come up with any excuses to go back to the camp. That's what she was thinking when she bumped into a wall of muscles while walking around the camp and fell on her ass. She stumbled back, looking up into the golden eyes that she had somehow come to... love. He gave her a lazy grin.

"Did you just fall for me?" He extended his hand.

Althea glared at him. "Shut up." She took his hand and pulled herself up. "Is that all you've got? Honestly a teenager could think of a better line."

He remained quiet while she dusted herself. She looked up at him and found him stating at the pack on her shoulder. She straightened. "You... you're leaving?"

She swallowed. "Yes. I don't think there are any more people we need to catch." A flash of sadness crossed his face and she felt the same. "Unless there's someone who wants me to stay, I don't think I have any business here." She searched his eyes.

She knew she was hoping he'd stop her, but she was still shocked when he spoke. "Stay. Please. For me."

And she stayed.

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Hello my lovlies. This was kind of a small and filler part and I don't really like it, I'm sorry for that, but the next part would be better, I hope. And sorry for such a long wait!

Also, my husband has been introduced! Yayy! If you haven't read fbaa, and want more info on him, just search up Casteel Da'Neer and you'll get all the info you need. Because I know I didn't do his character justice but I'll try my best to portray his character better in the next part.

Alright thats all! Have a day you deserve loves! 😉

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layce2015 · 10 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Hollywood Babylon

Masterlist

"First opened in 1927, the lot has been in continuous operation for eight decades." The tour guide said over the P.A. as the boys and I take part of the trolley tour of the studio. Sam and I were sitting next to each other as Dean sits behind us. "Hey, you know this is where they filmed Creepshow?" Dean asked and I look over and see him talking to a kid, who was eating ice cream. The boy looks at him like he's a doofus and says nothing.

"Now, to the right, here is Stars Hollow. It's the setting for the television series, Gilmore Girls. And if we're lucky, we might even catch one of the show's stars." The tour guide said and Sam, looking uncomfortable, turns to me then to Dean, who gives him a thumbs up.

"Come on." Sam said to us. "Let's finish the tour!" Dean said as Sam hops off the trolley. "Guys!" Sam said and Dean and I hop off as well, and we continue walking around the lot. "Guys, check it out, it's Matt Damon!" Dean said, excitedly, and we look over and see a guy picking up a broomstick.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's not Matt Damon." I said. "No, it is." Dean said and I chuckled. "Well, Matt Damon just picked up a broom and started sweeping." Sam points out. "Yeah, well, he's probably researching a role or something." Dean said and I laugh. "Ahhh, I don't think so." I said as Sam noticed a sign.

"Hey, this way, uh, I think Stage 9 is over here." He said as he points towards it. "Come on, man, let's keep going this way." Dean said. "No, come on, we've gotta work." Sam said and Dean and I sigh. "Dude, you and (y/n) wanted to come to LA." Sam said, annoyed. "Yeah, for a vacation. I mean, swimming pools and movie stars! Not to work." Dean said.

"This seem like swimming pool weather to you, Dean? I mean, it's practically Canadian." Sam grumbles. "Sam, Dean and I just figured that, you know, after everything that happened with...Madison, y-you could use a little R-and-R, that's all." I said to him. "Well, maybe I wanna work, (y/n). Maybe it keeps my mind off things." Sam said. "Okay, okay, all right." Dean and I said and we continue on.

"So, this crew guy - what did he, he died on set?" Dean asked Sam. "Yeah, uh, rumors spreading like wildfire online. They're saying the set's haunted." Sam said. "Like Poltergeist?" I asked. "Could be a poltergeist." Sam said. "No, no, no. Like, the movie Poltergeist." I said and Sam shrugs. "You know nothing of your cultural heritage, do you? It was rumored that the set of Poltergeist was cursed. That they used real human bones as, uh, as props. And, like, at least three of the actors died in it." I explained. "Well, yeah, it might be something like that." Sam said.

"All right, so this crew guy - what's his name?" Dean asked. "Frank Jaffey." Sam replied. "Frank Jaffey - he got a death certificate or a coroner's report or anything?" Dean asked. "Well, no. But, uh, it's LA, you know? It might not even be his real name. But the girl who found him, she said she saw something - a vanishing figure." Sam replied.

"What's the girl's name?" I asked him. "Uh, Tara Benchley?" Sam said and Dean begins to grin with enthusiasm. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Tara Benchley? From Fear dot Com and Ghost Ship, Tara Benchley? Dude, why didn't you say so?" He asked, enthusiastically.

"So now, you're suddenly on board?" Sam asked and Dean begins to play it cool. "Oh, I just - I mean, I'm a fan of her work. It's very good." He said and he walks away. Sam and I share a look before we laugh and follow him.

The three of us enter the set, looking around in awe, when a guy calls out to us. "Uh, excuse me, Green Shirt Guy?" The man said and we look over at him as Dean points to himself quizzically. "Yeah, you. Come here." The man said and Dean exchanges a look with us and walks to the man.

"Can you get me a smoothie from Kraft?" The guy asked, but in a somewhat demanding voice. "You want a what from who?" Dean asked, confused. "You are a P.A.? This is what you do?" The man asked, scoffing, and Sam and I quickly walking over to Dean, saving him.

"Yeah, yeah...he uh...One smoothie coming right up." Sam said and we walk away. "What's a P.A.?" Dean asked. "I think they're kind of like slaves." I said and we turn around as we're walking and Sam gives the man a reassuring thumbs-up.

Later, the cast and crew are getting ready to resume shooting their movie while Dean and I were walking around the set, Dean carrying a tray of smoothies. I look up at the scaffolding then patted Dean's shoulder and point up. Dean nods and sets down the tray of smoothies he had gotten and we start to go up the stairs to the scaffolding.

Suddenly, the lights on set go down, and the actors begin their take. "Why don't we take it from, uh...Come on, it'll be fun. And, action!" A voice shouts and the actors stan inside the abandoned house set, and one of the actresses, Tara, had a book open in front of her.

"Come on, it'll be fun." She recited her lines and begins to read from the book in very choppy Latin. While she is doing so, Dean and I make our way up the scaffolding. I take out my EMF meter and scan the area, but nothing happens.

A few minutes later, Sam joins us at the Kraft services table. "So?" He asked us. "No EMF anywhere." I said. "Great. So, what do you think?" Sam asked us as I pick up one of the tiny sandwiches and eat one. "Well, I think being a P.A. sucks. But...the food these people get, are you kidding me? I mean look at these things." Dean said as he picks up a tiny sandwich.

"They're like miniature Philly cheesesteak sandwiches. They're delicious." Dean said as I swallow my bite of the sandwich. "He's not wrong." I said as Dean holds one of them out to Sam. "Maybe later." Sam and Dean shrugs and takes a huge bite while I finished up the one in my hand and grab another one.

"What'd you find out about the dead crew guy?" I asked Sam while he had trouble taking his eyes off of Dean's devouring of the sandwich. "Uh...Frank Jaffey was just filling in for the day. Nobody here knew him or where he lived or anything." Sam said. "Oh, great. So you found out about as much as we did." Dean said.

"No, not quite. I–" Sam said when another comes up to us. "Hey, guys." He greets. "Oh, hey." Dean greets back. "Sorry." The guy said and he leans in between us to pick up a sandwich. "That's all right." Dean said and we watch the guy walk away. "They're wonderful!" Dean calls out and I shake my head as I take another bite of my sandwich.

"Listen, I did dig up some stuff about Stage 9's history." Sam said to us. "Yeah?" We said. "Yeah, four people died messy here over the past eighty years. Two suicides and two fatal accidents." Sam said. "Any one of those could be a vengeful spirit." I said, shrugging. "Yeah. We've just gotta narrow it down more." Sam said and Dean smiles as he notices Tara walking on set. "I'll get right on that." He said and he walks over to Tara, grabbing a call sheet from one of the set workers as he walks by.

Nervously, he steps up to Tara and the two begin to talk while Sam and I exchange a look then I shake my head. But then minutes later, Dean comes back to us. "Got something." He said and he leads us out of the set.

We knocked on a door and a man opens it to see us outside. "Gerard St. James?" Dean asked and the man nods. "Yes." He said. "You're still alive. And you're not Frank Jaffey." I pointed out. "Uh, no?" He said. "You were Desert Soldier Number Four in Metalstorm: The Destruction of Jared-Syn?" Dean asked him. "I was." Gerard replied and Dean smirks.

"I knew I recognized you. I am a huge fan. Heh heh. I mean, your turn as a tractor crash victim in Critters 3—" he said and Gerard exclaims. "Critters 3!"

"Wow. Yeah." Dean said. "Well, please, come in." Gerard said and we enter the house while Gerard brings us coffee. There were pictures lining the walls of Gerard, merely an actor, portraying various characters. "Yeah, it was the producers. They brought me up for the day to play Frank." Gerard replied.

"Just to fake your death?" I asked him. "Well, rumors of a haunted film set, free publicity, especially when you're making a horror movie. I mean, uh, it's already all over the Internet." He said. "Yeah. We know." Sam said. "These days, it's all about new media, building buzz. They say I'm the new lonelygirl." Gerard explained.

"Who?" Dean asked, confused, but Gerard shakes his head.

"And the ghost Tara saw?" Sam asked. "Projected on a screen of diffusion." Gerard replied. "Isn't that kind of cruel? Messing with their heads like that?" Dean asked him. "Hey, I just play the part. I don't write the script. Speaking of, I'm playing Willy in a, in a dinner theater production of Salesman at Costa Mesa, all next month." Gerard said as he hands Dean a flyer.

"You get a free pepper steak with the coupon." He said and Dean laughs. "Now, wait a second. If you're, if you're seen in public, won't that ruin the hoax?" He asked and Gerard scoffs. "Oh, please. Frank and Willy? Totally different characters." He said to us.

"You know what? Thanks very much, Mr. St. James. It was just nagging at us, you know? But we're – we're very glad...you know, you're alive and well." Sam said and I nodded. "Absolutely." Dean said and Gerard shakes our hands. "Hey, I wanted to ask you...what was it like working with Richard Moll?" Dean asked and I look to see a confused look on Sam's face.

"Metalstorm. He was Hurok, King of the Cyclops people." I explained to Sam and he nods. "Gentlemen's gentleman." Gerard said. "Yeah?" Dean chuckles, then brandishes the theatre coupon. "All right. Pepper steak." He said and we leave.

The next day, Sam and approached Dean, who was wearing a headset. He seemed to love being this P.A. person but we need to do this job as another person died...by hanging himself during shooting. "Walter's a little testy for a P.A., huh?" Dean said to us. "How's it going in here?" I asked him. "It is going really good. Tara's really stepped up her performance. I think it's probably from all the sense memory stuff she's drawing on." Dean said.

"Sense memory?" Sam and I said, confused. "Yeah." Dean said. "Dean, you, you know when we ask how it's going in here, we're talking about the case, right? We don't really work here." Sam said and Dean nods. "You know, I thought you hated being a P.A." I said to him, questioning.

"I don't know. It's not so bad. I kind of feel like part of the team, you know? It's good –" he said as he shuffles his feet then holds out his plate. "Oh, taquito? They're wonderful." He said. "No. Umm...Listen, we conned our way into the morgue." I said to Dean.

"And?" Dean asked. "News reports were right: Brad's a doornail, no question." Sam said. "Copy that." Dean said then looks at us. "I'm sorry, what?" He asked. "Copy that?" Sam and I asked.

"What did you say?" He asked and I scoff. "The news reports were right. Brad's a doornail-" I said. "They are aware." Dean said and we give a confused look at him. "Who's aware?" Sam asked. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Dean asked us and I sighed.

"The newspaper's right: Brad's a doornail, no question about it." I said. "I guess it's a good thing we didn't skip town." Dean said. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "Oh, come here. I want you to hear something." Dean said. "Copy that. On my way." He said and I sigh and turn to Sam. "Can I smack that headset off of his head?" I asked Sam and he chuckles as Dean leads us over to the sound guy.

"Hey, Dave. Can you play them that thing you were playing me earlier?" Dean asked him. "Sure." Dave said and he hands a pair of headphones to me and Sam. "Thanks." We said and we listens to the audio of one of the scenes in the movie.

"Doesn't matter. We're not leaving til; we find Wendy and your sister." One of the voice said then there was static. Midway through the dialogue, the sound becomes staticky and distorted. Sam and I exchange a look with Dean

"From the night of Brad's stage dive. All of a sudden, I'm getting electromagnetic readings up the wazoo. For some reason, it's a legit haunting now." I said as the boys and I investigate the backstage later in the day. "Well, who's the ghost, guys? What's it want?" Sam asked us.

"I don't know. I think we should take a look at Brad's death scene." Dean said to us.

Outside in the lot, Dean leads us to one of the trailers and gets us inside. Dean then pops a DVD into the television. "Hey, where'd you get this DVD?" I asked him. "They're called dailies. I got it from Cindy. She's kind of got this on-and-off thing going with Drew. He dubbed me an extra copy." Dean said and we watch the whole scene, complete with Brad's surprise entrance.

"All right, here's where the guy fell through the roof." Dean said. "Right." Sam and I said. "All right, here we go." Dean said

"They must have super-hearing." One of the actors said when, suddenly, Brad falls through the ceiling of the set, hanging by a noose. "Hey, wait, go back, go back." Sam said and Dean rewinds the tape. "Right after. Right aft- yeah right. Wait. There." Sam said and Dean pauses the frame.

On the screen, we see a completely different set and standing in the far corner of the set, is a ghostly white woman. "It's like Three Men and a Baby all over again." I said and Sam looks at me, confused. "Selleck, Danson, and Guttenberg. And...I don't know who played the baby." I explained to him.

"What's your point?" Sam asked me and I scoff and turn to Dean. "You need to teach him some movie culture." I said and Dean laughs at this. "Anyway...there's a scene in the movie where people say that the, the camera caught a ghost on film. Apparently, in the background of one of the scenes, there was this boy that nobody remembers from set. Spirit photography." I said and Sam looks back at the video.

"I've seen her before." He said, curiously.

Later, Dean, headset in place, is sitting with me and Sam at a table. Sam hands us a print-out of an article. "Here. Check this out." He said as I take the article. "Yeah, go for Ozzy. No, I don't have a 20 on Tara, I think she's 10-100. Okay, copy that." Dean said into the headset then turns to me and Sam.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" He asked and Sam shakes his head in exasperation. "I'm about to smack that headset off of your head." I said to him and Dean gives me a look.

"Elise Drummond – starlet back in the thirties. Had an affair with a studio exec. He uses her up, fires her, leaves her destitute, so Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters, right into a scene they're shooting." Sam said.

"Just like our man, Brad. So, what, she's got it in for the studio brass?" Dean asked. "Possibly. I mean, it's a motive. And Brad's death matches hers exactly." Sam said. "We're digging tonight, aren't we?" I asked Sam and he nods.

That night, we walk through the cemetery, shovels in hand. "Which way?" I asked them and Dean reads a map. "Uh...over here." He said and we walk a little further. "Hey." Dean said. "Yeah?" Sam and I asked and Dean gestures to a memorial for Humpty Dumpty.

"This map is totally worth the five bucks! Hey, we've gotta go check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here." He said. "You wanna dig him up, too?" I asked him. "Bite your tongue, heathen!" He said as we pass another memorial. "Oh, that's cool." He said.

"You know, guys, what I don't get is why now? I mean, after seventy-five years, Elise Drummond suddenly goes homicidal, you know? Why this movie?" Sam asked us. "Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick." Dean said, shrugging, and I snort at this. "Come on, is it really that scary?" I asked him just as we reach Elise's headstone.

"Here we go." Dean said. "Yep. All right." We said. "Yahtzee." Dean said and we start digging. Once we finished digging, Dean opens the coffin to see Elise's corpse. We pour salt and kerosene over the bones and burn them.

"Run-in with a giant fan. Same thing happened to an electrician back in '66, a guy named Billy Beard." Sam said as we watch the police examine the crime scene where Jay, another worker here, was killed by a giant fan.

"What the hell, guys?" Dean asked and I shrug as Sam said. "I don't know. Doesn't seem like Elise this time, either. It's not her M.O."

"No, we already torched her. So, what, are we dealing with another ghost?" I asked. "Maybe." Sam said. "Yeah, but these things don't usually tag-team." Dean said.

Outside in the lot, McG, who had been running this whole production, gathers the cast and crew, including me and the boys. "Everybody! Gather around, okay! I've got an announcement to make." He said as he hands his car keys to a P.A. "Hold that for me." He said then he turns to the rest of us.

"Everyone! Huddle in! In light of Jay's accident last night, and in cooperation with the authorities, we're shutting down production for a few days. I know, I know. Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. We've had a few setbacks this week. But we all know what Jay and Brad wanted more than anything. And that was to see Hell Hazers 2: The Reckoning on screens all across America! Now, we owe it to them to go on, and to pull together and make this damn movie, huh?" He said and there were cheers and applause from the crowd.

"But – but but but not today. Go home. Someone will call you." McG said and everyone disperse.

Sam and I were back inside of the trailer, watching more of the dailies. "Wendy" was reading in Latin when she is interrupted by "Kendra". "Wendy, don't." She said. "What are you, afraid of ghosts? Come on, it'll be fun." Wendy said as Dean enters.

"Hey." He said. "Hey." Sam and I greet and I look up at Dean. "So, you find out where the electrician's buried?" I asked him. "He wasn't. Billy Beard was cremated." Dean replied. "Great. Now what?" Sam asked, exasperated l.

"No idea. Any more ghost cameos in the dailies?" Dean asked us. "Not in the first six hours. You know, maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie 'cause they think it sucks. 'Cause, I mean, it kind of does." Sam said and I shrug. "Maybe." I said.

"Come on, it'll be fun." Wendy said and she continues reading in Latin. Suddenly, Sam rewinds then tape as be sits up and listens closer to the Latin. "Listen to the invocation." Sam said and we listen. "Guys, that's the real deal – a necromantic summoning ritual. What the hell is that doing in a Hollywood movie?" Sam asked us.

We make our way back to the studio and go to the office of Marty, who is the writer of the film. We walk up to the doorway and see him talking on his phone and he noticed us. "All right. Cool." He said and he hangs up.

"Guys, we're all shut down. What are you still doing here?" He asked us. "Yeah, um, well, is...sorry, man. We–we–we couldn't help ourselves. We just had to tell you that we read the script." Sam said to him.

"And?" Marty asked us. "Yeah. It's – uh – it's awesome." I said, nodding. "Awesome." Dean said. "Really awesome." Sam said and Marty smiles at the flattery. "I know, it's pretty rockin', right? I'm glad you guys liked it." He said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I really liked, uh, all the attention to detail." Sam said. "Dude, right on, that's my thing. I mean, you know, color me guilty, but that is me. I'm, I'm, I'm a total detail buff." Marty boasts. "No, I can tell. I mean, the way you worked in all those, all those Enochian summoning rituals and all the authentic language." Sam said and Marty's smile fades.

"What, you mean that Latin crap? No, man, that's Walter. Walter Dixon, the original writer. You like that garbage?" He asked and Dean stares at him. "Wait, Walter the P.A. Walter?" Dean asked. "No, he's not a P.A. He's got a clause in his contract that allows him to come on set." Marty said.

"But he wrote the invocations?" I asked. "He wrote a whack-job screenplay. There's no pace, there's no love interest, it's all wackadoo exposition. I had to cut, like, ninety percent of it to make it readable, the other ten percent to make it good." Marty said and the boys and I laugh.

Later, we read Walter's screenplay, Lord of the Dead. "Should've kept Walter's original script. It's actually pretty good." Dean said as I nod. "Yeah. And it reads like a how-to manual of conjuration, like a textbook on how to summon ghosts and get them to do whatever you want." Sam said. "Yeah, like kill people." I remarked

"Yep. So, let's say somewhere down the line, Walter learned some pretty black magic." Sam said. "Yeah. And let's say he's pissed at these people for wrecking his movie." Dean adds. "Motive and means." I said. "It's worth checking out." Dean said and we nod.

We make our way back to the studio and hear the giant fan on and someone screaming. "Oh, oh, oh. Oh, God! Walter!" Marty's voice shouts as we run. "Now you're gonna find out what being a ghost is really like." Another voice, which had to be Walter, shouts, angrily. We make it over and see Marty being dragged by a ghost. "Walter, please! Walter, help me! Heeeeeee–" Marty screams but Dean and I pull out our guns and shoot the ghost while Sam turns off the fan.

"You are one hell of a P.A." Marty said to Dean. "Yeah, I know." Dean said while Walter looks at us. "What are you doing?" He asked. "I could ask you the same thing, Walter." Sam said then Walter begins climbing up the stairs to the scaffolding.

"Raising these spirits from the dead? Making them murder for you? That's playing with fire, Walter." I shouted at him. "You don't understand." Walter yells back at us. "You know what? You're right, we don't understand." Sam said.

"Just...wait, look. You put your heart and soul into something, years of hard work. It's years, and then they take it! And they crap all over it!" Walter said.

Dean looks at Marty who shakes his head like Walter doesn't know what he's talking about. "And then – and then they want you to smile and say, Thank you." Walter exclaims. "Walter, listen. It's just a movie. That's it." Sam said to him and he scoffs. "Look...I've got nothing against you, man. You're not part of this. Just please, please, just leave. But Martin's gotta stay." Walter said.

"Sorry, can't do that. It's not that we like him or anything, it's...just a matter of principle." Dean said. "Then I'm sorry, too." Walter said and he raises the talisman again. "Walter. Walter, pl- Don't." I said and Walter begins chanting. The set begins to shake, and three ghosts appear.

"Guys!" Dean shouts and he and I raise our shotguns. The ghosts, all of whom are mangled in some way, begin walking closer. "Come on, come on!" I said.

Suddenly, they disappear then, out of nowhere, Sam is knocked to the floor. Dean and I help Sam up. "Come on, come on! Move!" Dean yells as the three of us and Marty begin running away while the lights on set begin shorting out, lots of sparks flying.

The four of us run into another building and shut the door behind us and Dean and I reload our guns. "Come out to the coast! We'll get together, have a few laughs!" Dean said, quoting Die Hard, and I chuckle a bit.

Then we turn around and realized that the building we entered is actually just the set for the abandoned house. It's completely open on the other wall – we hadn't actually reached any real shelter. "Oh, man!" I said, exasperated. "I can't believe this. Ghosts are real!" Marty exclaims, fearfully.

"What makes you say that?" Dean asked with sarcasm as we look around, ready to fight. "But I don't understand. How is Walter controlling them?" Marty asked. "Probably that talisman." Sam said and he takes out his cell phone.

"What are you doing?" Marty asked him. "I mean, if film cameras pick these suckers up, then...maybe, uh..." Sam said and he uses his cell phone camera to scan the room. "Guys! Right there!" Sam shouts as he points ahead and Dean and I shoot.

"Got him." Sam said then he scans again the points at another part of the room. "Hey! Right there!" He said and we shoot again. Then I notice Walter walking around the upper level. "Uh, boys?" I said as I gesutre up and Sam hands his phone to Marty.

"Here, you get the idea?" Sam asked and Marty nods. "All right, you hold them off. (Y/n) and I will go after Walter." Sam said and I nod and we leave the set and make our way out.

Walter tries to leave the set through the back exit but comes face-to-face with me and Sam. "It's over, Walter. Now give it to us." Sam orders but then Walter throws the talisman on the ground, shattering it. "There! Okay, now no one can have it." He shouts as Sam and I stare at the broken talisman in shock.

"I wouldn't have done that if I were you." I said to him. "Oh, yeah?" Walter said. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "And why not?" Walter asked. "Because you just freed them. We can't stop them now." Sam said. "Walter, you brought them back, forced them to murder. They're not gonna be very happy with you." I said, warningly, just as Marty and Dean joins us.

"Yeah? So, why not?" Walter asked us. Suddenly, he falls to the ground and begins screaming in pain, blood seeping through his clothing. Marty holds up the phone and I look over and see that the ghost were tearing Walter apart.

Later, Sam, Marty and I were sitting by the sidelines watching them film the movie. And Marty got the bright idea to take the idea of using phones to see ghost and the other person shoots the ghost. "Cut! Oh, print that one. That's in the movie! Oh! Loved it, kids. Loved it." McG exclaimed with enthusiasm once the scene was over.

"You find out there's an afterlife, and this is what you do with it?" Sam asked Marty, after eyeing him. Marty looks up from his phone and grins at us. "I needed a little jazz on the page." He said and I rolled my eyes at him and we walk off.

Sam and I were walking among the trailers when one of the trailers door opens and Dean comes out, clearly disheveled. He smirks as Tara comes outside as well, wearing a robe. "You're one hell of a P.A." she said, smiling. "Thank you." Dean said and I glared at him and growled under my breath.

Then Tara looks at us. "Hi." She greets while Sam looks at this awkward. I walk past Dean and grab his arm. "Let's go, loverboy." I grumbled and the three of us walk away and towards a painted sunset, which the crew rolls away.

"God, I love this town." Dean said, smiling, and I rolled my eyes again as we head over to the car.

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fatheriimaginedyoutaller · 4 months

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Hey ya'll. Hope you're all having a great afternoon! I'm here to bring you a little update about this post.

After watching some video essays for inspiration, I began developing a draft for a script about Robin: Son of Batman (2015). Analyzing the story implications, themes and motifs! :)

And because ya'll been so supportive of my nerdy endeavours, you guys are getting a special preview of the aforementioned draft! (criticisms accepted of course!)

Part of the script avaliable under cut

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The first issue of the comic run starts with Damiam returning some sort of cultural artifacts to their rightful owners; an order of monks in mainland China. So, immediately, we got this Tomb Raider/Indiana Jones kind of plot point.

(Man I sure hope it doesn’t get abandoned halfway through and pivots to portraying the replacement of an autocracy with another autocracy where the head of state its not even from the country as a good thing)

ahem…

He gets interrupted by League of Assassins members which he fights off with the help of his pet, Goliath the Bat-dragon. He wins said fight and is lavished for returning the sacred object by the locals

All while a masked figure is observing the scene while saying:

“(...) there cannot be redemption for the year of the blood”

This introduction to the comic is interesting because it highlights the main narrative theme and framing device of the whole story: The Quest for Redemption.

Before we even know exactly what Damian is doing and why he's doing it. We know he's looking to mend a rift. To make a past wrongdoing right. And then we find out someone wants to stop him…

This forms an interesting parallel with real life survivors of schoolyard abuse aka bullying.

Now, hear me out…

Many kids (especially those with conditions such as autism) are manipulated by their bullies into doing bad things to other children. They generally do this by preying on their loneliness and desire to be accepted by their peers. And so said kids carry out acts of hazing to other children, perpetuating a cycle of harm.

A cycle which is hard to escape from. Because if you hurt someone, regardless of if you were manipulated or not, that person will probably not trust you after the fact. And if you add into account the environment of a school, where rumors spread like wildfires, there's a high chance you develop a bad reputation. Cause other people have no way of knowing you did it while being threatened into being a social pariah. It's a no win situation.

Damian's story is simile to this. Sure, the acts he carried out were far more extreme and he was not manipulated by an outsider but by his own grandfather, Ra’s Al Ghul. But the effects of his psyche, development and public perception are all the same.

Think about it: His claims to being either the Blood Son or the Grandson of the Demon are basically him trying to justify his existence to a family that, for all he knows, could abuse him again. Which leads him to having a thought process where he has to be the best of the best in the room, cause the only other alternative is death. and for that he’s punished. Even though no one ever bothered to teach him the normal social protocols for a boy his age.

So when you make that reading of Damian, and put into the context of a story where he, by his own volition, decides he’s gonna try and reverse all the harm he caused while being essentially groomed. You get something really powerful.

Well…kind of…

There’s a few things that stuck out with the framing of this arc. The most glaring one being: this arc takes place after he comes back from the dead. After being trapped in hell for the better part of a year after being killed by his own clone.

By making Damian’s journey for redemption take place after he’s been through literal Hell, there’s the subtle implication that he’s not doing it out of his own free will, but to avoid some sort of celestial punishment.

And that’s not a bad idea per se, if the comic acknowledged that implication. Because it does put an interesting question into the table. “Does it matter why we do good things? As long as we do them?” Does it matter if Damian doesn’t kill anymore because of “selfish” reasons. After all, why would an orphan he saves from a fire care if he used to be bad or not? Should that matter to anyone?

That last part is a testament, I think, to how much better executed some ideas that writers at DC have would be if they played them straight. If they acknowledged the implications of their writing instead of just doing something because they thought it would be cool or dramatic.

#my post #batman #damian wayne #dc comics #batfamily #robin #batfam #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #rsob #robin: son of batman #dc meta #character analysis #media analysis #literary analysis #meta

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Ok, don’t know if u do platonic readers but here we go: Percy with a child of Neptune reader. They meet when he gets to Camp Jupiter and the reader is crazy powerful and feared, and Percy expects them to be mean but the reader is really excited at having a sibling and dotes on them.

Thanks and have a good day !

Child of Neptune Reader Meets Percy (Platonic)

((Platonic writing is 100% ok!))

Percy Jackson

-Your curiosity was peaked about the new person, rumors spread like wildfire even though they were more often wrong than right. He apparently had come through the river carrying a goddess? Yeah that was hard to believe. So you wanted to find out for yourself.

-Unfortunately you weren’t able to because it was time for the war game. You had been put on opposite teams so you hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to him. However, you quickly learned that you didn’t need to speak to him. It was in the midst of battle when your water cannons started to explode.

-Realizing what was happening you work on countering his powers. You were taken by surprise at first but worked on controlling the other water cannons, to avoid losing those as well. You also use the exploded water cannons to fire globs of water with your powers instead.

-Having to focus on ensuring the other water cannons don’t get blown up and retaliating against the slowing increasing forces you didn’t notice people scaling the wall. Before you could work on a defense you get slammed by the battering ram named Frank Zhang, getting the wind knocked from you as you crumple to the ground.

-With your attention being torn the other cannons blow up and in a matter of seconds you hear cheering, the enemy team had won. You groan and sit up blinking in surprise seeing the new kid there, his blue eyes staring into your own. Strangely enough you already felt like you knew him. He must have been the one you were fighting. -No one else had bothered to check on you, yet this stranger offers his hand to you. “Percy Jackson, son of poseidon… Or well, Neptune as you guys call him.” he adds on with a little huff at the thought. You hesitate a few seconds, most people were scared of you, so it was odd to have someone be so… Well, nice…?

-You do take the help and he pulls you to your feet. “I honestly thought you were going to be scary.” Percy admits, You can’t help but laugh a bit at that. Seems like the rumor mill was still in full effect. “What, I'm not scary anymore now that you beat me in one game?” you ruffle his hair with a grin.

-“Oh! You’re going to love Tyson, he’s a cyclops, he’s also our brother.” You can’t help the shocked look of horror, even stopping your ruffling. “he’s a *what*?!” Percy laughs at that leading you over to his group of friends he had made. “It’s a long story.”

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#pjo #pjo fluff #percy jackson #hoo #heroes of olympus

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Vincent Van Babe-Magnet

Eddie Munson x f!reader

Description: You run into an old childhood crush, and Eddie befriends a family of very dapper rodents.

Warnings: None! Other than the fact that this is very silly.

Word Count: 1956

My Masterlist!

"Why does it feel like this is going to be way harder than we thought?" Staring at the giant canvas drop stretched across Stage B in the Hawkins Community Theater building, you sighed.

Though you never would have believed it possible, it seemed as though Eddie's deep rooted nerd nature had extended to Dustin even more so than it already had: he convinced the kid to go do tech for the theater's spring musical, a production of Sweeney Todd. 'Just check it out, see if you like it,' Eddie had said.

Turns out, Eddie had been correct in thinking Dustin would like it.

How that somehow meant you two had to get roped into it too is beyond you, but nevertheless, there you stood on this Saturday afternoon in your nicest-worst overalls, eyes scanning across the project in front of you. Eddie seemed ecstatic; he had been in the school's musicals as a freshman and sophomore, until his grades started to slip and the school stopped letting him audition. You, on the other hand, thought the idea of performing on stage in front of the entire school and everyone's grandma (so, really, half of the whole town) seemed downright horrifying.

"Guys! Hey!" you heard Dustin call from behind you. "Thanks for doing this, seriously. We are, like, majorly short-handed right now."

"No worries, dude," Eddie assured him. "It'll be fun!"

You nodded with enthusiasm,. though the very large and nearly blank canvas in front of you had you worrying. Dustin and Eddie started on one of their many semi-nonsense sounding conversations as you turned away to look for someone who seemed like they might be in charge. You quickly spotted a familiar face (or rather, familiar back-of-head), which alleviated some of your nervousness.

"Mr. Jesperson," you greeted as you walked up behind the currently crouched over a small mountain of paint buckets. "I didn't know you'd be here!"

"Oh! Hey," he responded. He pushed himself off of the ground and was about to shake your hand, before he realized he had planted it right into a puddle of mucus green paint and pulled it back to wipe it across his jeans. They looked like they could be their own art piece, with how many paint smears and splatters littered the acid washed fabric. "Haven't seen ya in ages. Wouldn't'a pegged you as the performance arts type."

"I'm not, really. Eddie, he wanted to help, but I was coerced," you clarified and gestured to your boyfriend behind you, who seemed to have gotten into some kind of very dramatic debate with Dustin and another boy you hadn't met before. "Dustin said you guys really needed it."

"Yeah, that kid can be very persuasive," Mr. Jesperson said with a laugh.

"I'd say more like 'unendingly stubborn and mildly vindictive,' but yeah, persuasive works too."

Mr. Jesperson was one of the art teachers at Hawkins High. He'd only started during your sophomore year, but he quickly became a favorite among the student population. He was one of the youngest faculty members, he wasn't evil like his predecessor had been, and he was an out-of-towner. He had moved to Hawkins from Chicago to take care of his grandmother after his mom passed away unexpectedly, which meant he hadn't fallen prey to all of the gossip that spread through this town like wildfire: I.E. he never had it out for Eddie. In fact, he quite liked having your boyfriend in class, and Eddie actually liked being in them. He was, by far, the best teacher he had ever had.

Eddie and Dustin were done with their debate, and Eddie sidled up to you. He tossed an arm around your shoulders before pointing his attention towards your former teacher.

"Jesperson!" he exclaimed. He had a tendency to forget how loud he could be. "Dustin said you might be here."

"It's good to see ya, Eddie," Mr. Jesperson said with a nod. "How's the band going? Haven't heard anything bout you guys in a while."

"Jeff moved for school." Eddie said morosely. "Tried to figure it out, but it's looking pretty dead in the water."

"Aw, man. Sorry to hear that," Mr. Jespersen said as he crouched back down onto the black stage floor. "I'm sure you'll find something else, though. You've got more musical talent in your pinky than I have in my whole body."

"Eh, we'll see," Eddie did his best to deflect the compliment, but you could practically feel the blush inching its way towards his cheeks. You leaned just a little bit closer into him as you opened your mouth to ask how the two of you could help, before a crash in the wings interrupted you. Mr. Jesperson let out a sigh and brought a hand to the bridge of his nose. It left a little pink fingerprint right between his eyebrows.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” he murmured. “Let me go make sure no one died. Or destroyed any more of my props.”

“Any more?” you prodded.

“Yeah, you can ask your friend over there about that,” Mr. Jesperson stood back up again and shot a glance towards Dustin, who was paying zero attention to what was happening and seemed much more interested in the gadgets he was messing around with. You and Eddie shared a look and tried to stifle your giggles. “You guys get started on this. Everything’s already drawn, all you gotta do is fill in the colors.”

“What colors do you want?”

“All the sketches are over here, you can follow the ones on those if you want to, but they’re not set in stone or anything. I trust you two.” Mr. Jesperson turned away from you two in a rush, and you heard him call as he walked away, “Matthew, I swear to god, if I have to fix that chest again, I’m locking you in it overnight!”

You and Eddie weren’t able to contain your laughter much longer after that.

“I’m finding Dustin after this and making him tell me what he broke,” you stated as you sifted through Mr. Jesperson’s sketches. “I bet it was something expensive.”

“Should I be worried about him?” Eddie asked with a smug grin. You met his gaze with confusion.

“About Dustin?” you questioned. “What do you mean? Kid’s having the time of his life over there.”

“No, not Dustin,” he clarified. “About Mr. Dreamboat.”

“Oh, God,” you groaned with an eye roll. “I really wish I hadn’t told you about that!”

“You’re the one who's in love with him!” Eddie teased. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I get it, I really do, but I feel like I might need to be a little bit concerned!”

“I am not in love with him!” you defended yourself, the sinking weight of embarrassment settling itself in your gut.

“Tell that to 15 year old you,” he said with a laugh. “I bet you she’s in there somewhere, probably drooling over his paint stained clothes and muscley arms.”

“I’m going to actually kill you,” you said, wielding a paint brush as if it were a knife.

“Nah, you won’t, you like me too much.” Eddie grabbed a paint tray and a few brushes, and planted himself at the bottom left corner of the canvas. He was quiet for a moment as he started spreading brown paint within the outline of a small family of rats tucked into the corner of the scene. “Not as much as you like Vincent Van Babe-Magnet, though.”

You let out a groan, but joined him by his side with your own paint and brushes anyway. You knew he was just teasing you, that any jealousy you might pick up from him is all fabricated. Besides, you knew for a fact that he had been head over heels for his freshman English teacher in ninth grade.

The pair of you worked on your own little sections in relative silence, eventually sharing your paint trays with each other and occasionally asking for the other’s input on the shading or details of whatever it was you were focused on. While you were making a pretty solid amount of progress, Eddie had been pouring all of his attention of the last hour into the rat family, which now all had little eighteenth century outfits, complete with tiny silk tophats and lace parasols.

“Eddie, I don’t think the rats in seventeen-eighty-whatever London were going to the tailor,” you said to him. You had now moved a few feet down the canvas, but you still had a good view of Eddie’s rodent noblemen.

“You don’t think they're handsome?” he asked you, feigning offense.

“They’re a very stylish family of rats, I’m just not sure if they really fit into the story all that well.”

Eddie let out a dramatic gasp and clutched a hand to his chest. He leaned down closer to the canvas, speaking to the painted rodents as if they were real and also understood English.

“Don’t listen to her, guys. You belong wherever you wanna be!” he less-than-quietly whispered into the still wet paint. He turned back to you with that mischievous glint in his eyes that you didn’t think you could ever stop adoring. “Apologize. Right now.”

“Eddie.” Any other day you would have absolutely played along, but it was starting to get late and your back was aching from being crouched down on the ground.

“Not to me,” Eddie said. “Apologize to Ralexander.”

“Ralexander?”

“Yeah, and his wife MargaRat, and their children Ratbitha and SebRatstian.”

“Oh, my god.”

“Ralexander is a member of Parliament.”

“Ralexander, I am truly sorry,” you said, though you could barely keep a straight face while you did. “MargaRat, may I say, you look beautiful tonight.”

Eddie brought his ear to the canvas and nodded along to the imaginary rats’ words.

“MargaRat says thank you, but Ralexander feels as though you’re trying to make a pass at his wife.”

“Eddie, I love you, but can we please go home?” you asked. Eddie stood up and stretched with a face splitting yawn. the tiniest sliver of his tummy peeked through the gap left between his waistband and ripped up t-shirt.

“Yeah, I think I’m starting to go a little bit insane,” Eddie said.

“Starting?”

“Ha, ha.”

You helped clean up and said a few goodbyes (turns out Dustin knocked over and shattered a lamp on the second day he was there), including a very awkward interaction with Mr. Jesperson in which Eddie kept hinting towards you childhood crush, though thankfully it seemed as though your former teacher remained oblivious.

The pair of you were just five or so minutes into the drive back to your shared apartment when you started to nod off in the passenger seat. You were trying as hard as you could to keep your attention to what Eddie was saying, but it was late and you could feel the exhaustion slowly overtaking you.

“Dustin said they’re gonna do Rocky Horror for Halloween,” Eddie told you. You were much too sleepy to respond beyond a hum. “I kinda wanna audition.”

“You should,” you mumbled.

“I bet ya if we moved to L.A. I would make a great movie star,” Eddie stated.

“We’re not moving to L.A.,” you grumbled. “We don’t have any money and L.A. is expensive.”

“Well, my mad acting skills and rugged good looks would make up for our lack of funds,” he explained, as if it would be that simple. “I’d star in some blockbuster action-horror flick and make us millions.”

You were barely awake when you mumbled out an agreement, almost drowned out by the hum of the van's engine and the quiet music playing through the speakers.

“Yeah, you would."

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I still regret that I ruined a friendship because I let heteronormativity and allonormativity get to me. I had this guy friend in middle school whom I really enjoy talking to and hanging out with. But then everyone started saying that I have a crush on him or we're having a crush on each other and we should just date—because we were clearly 'too intimate' to be just friends, or, I quote: "it's abnormal to be THAT close if you're just friends". We didn't even like, do physical contact or even sit in close proximity to each other, mind you. we just be talking about mundane things and laughing about dumb shits—which I tried to ignore to my best ability and explain that no, we are friends, and that's that.

But then it spreads like wildfire and literally everyone that I came to contact with are saying that about him and me—and by everyone, I mean EVERYONE: all the kids in class, kids from other classes, hell even the teachers were saying that (a teacher even made a remark about marrying us off if we keep it up). It makes me feel sick to my stomach and uncomfortable as hell; not because I hate him, but because people are saying things that not only isn't true, but also isn't what I want. And also I hate that everyone feels like they get a say about a relationship that doesn't involve them.

Eventually I couldn't take the sheer amount and intensity of that meddling crowds anymore because I'd get that literally every single time I interact with him so I just... Stopped talking to him—which was very shitty of me no matter what. I shouldn't have given up on our friendship and thrown him away and it's really not his fault and I regret that till today. But I was 13 at the time, and people shouldn't have made it so unbearable for me to even talk to my friend—which wasn't an excuse, but my 13 years old self really couldn't take it anymore and couldn't see another way out at the time and thus made a poor decision which I regret until now, over a decade later.

The whole thing left a lasting effect on me in many ways; I feel reluctant to interact with guys because I can't deal with THAT again, and also it made me overthink and overanalyze every single friendship I've had ever since because really, I feel the exact same way towards every single one of my friends as I did towards him—which got me thinking; am I actually in love with them?? Like?? Romantically?? Because that's what everyone said when I was with him so if I feel the same way with my other friends, does that mean I'm in love with them too??—which turns out I wasn't. Never was and I'm still not. I'm just aroace.

I couldn't imagine how much it hurt him—how much I hurt him. Maybe he's still hurt about that even now, I don't know. I have to live with the fact that I hurt someone I hold dear because I let other people's words get to me, and I don't think I could ever make up for that but I swore to myself to never let that happen again.

I wish I was strong enough to protect my relationship and stand by those who actually matter to me, and let the voices that don't matter be nothing but background noise.

Sorry that ended up being so long. Anyways, all in all it was an excruciating experience. Zero star. 0/10—not recommended. And I still regret ruining a good friendship because I let societal views and expectations on relationships get to me. I sincerely hope nobody else had to went through anything like that because it was complete and utter hell.

#heteronormativity #amatonormativity #friends #friendship #aromantic #asexual #aroace #arospec #acespec #aspec #aroacespec #arose

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darkstar225 · 8 months

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Twice's 10th member goes missing!

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend Queens_Angles who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Can u do where the 10th member goes missing and everyone is looking for her but she never shows up and everyone thinks she dead but she shows up and everyone happy

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The K-pop industry was in a state of shock and chaos. Y/N, the youngest member of TWICE, had gone missing. It had been three days since anyone had seen or heard from her, and panic had gripped the hearts of her fellow group members and fans around the world.

Jihyo, the leader of TWICE and Y/N's mama, had called an emergency meeting with the group's management team, and they were gathered in a dimly lit conference room, their faces etched with worry.

Jihyo - We need to find my kid!

Jihyo said firmly but her voice kept trembling with anxiety.

Jihyo - We've contacted everyone we can think of, but there's been no sign of her.

Nayeon, Momo, Sana, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu, the other members of TWICE, nodded in agreement. They had been frantically reaching out to Y/N's friends, acquaintances, and anyone who might have had a clue about her whereabouts, but the leads had all been dead ends.

The news of TWICE's honey's disappearance had spread like wildfire, and the entire K-pop industry had assembled together to search for her. Celebrities, fans, and even rival groups had joined the effort, sharing Y/N's photos and information on social media, hoping for any leads.

As days turned into nights, the members of TWICE took turns crying and comforting each other. They had become more than just a group, they were a family, and the thought of losing one of their own was unbearable.

Sana, known for her bright and cheerful personality, had been particularly devastated. She had formed a special bond with the maknae, often referring to her as her baby within the group. Sana's usually radiant smile had faded, replaced by a deep sadness.

Meanwhile, fans around the world held vigils, lit candles, and prayed for Y/N's safe return. The hashtag #FindY/N had trended on Twitter for days, with fans pouring their hearts out in desperate pleas for her to come back.

On the third night of the girl's disappearance, the members of TWICE gathered in their shared dorm, unable to sleep. They sat huddled together on the living room couch, their faces pale and drawn.

Jihyo - We can't give up hope, our child is strong, and she's smart. She wouldn't just disappear like this without a reason! *trembling voice and pouting lips*

Nayeon - She must be scared and confused. We have to believe that she's out there, somewhere, waiting for us to find her. *nodding*

The others nodded in agreement, but the weight of uncertainty hung heavily in the air.

The following morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, a knock on the door startled all the TWICE unnies. Jihyo was the first to reach the door, her heart racing with hope and fear.

She opened the door to find a dishevelled and exhausted Y/N standing in the hallway. Her clothes were rumpled, and her eyes were red from crying. The sight of her brought a flood of emotions, and Jihyo couldn't hold back her tears as she embraced her babygirl tightly.

Jihyo - My baby, you're safe!

Jihyo cried with her voice choked with relief.

The rest of the members rushed to the door, their eyes widening in shock and joy as they saw their youngest standing there. They swarmed around her, hugging her, and bombarding her with questions. Such as:

Where have you been?

Are you okay?

We were so worried!

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she tried to speak.

Y/N - I'm so sorry, unnies... I didn't mean to worry you all.

Jihyo gently wiped away her lovely girl's tears.

Jihyo - It's okay, honey. Mama's here. We're just glad you're back!

Y/N took a deep breath and began to explain. She had been dealing with personal issues that had overwhelmed her, and she had needed some time alone to sort things out. She had gone to a remote cabin in the mountains, away from the chaos of the city.

Y/N - I didn't mean to cause all of this, I just needed some space to think... *pouts with a trembling voice*

Sana, who had been standing nearby, stepped forward and embraced her baby tightly.

Sana - You scared us half to death, love. *voice shaking with (lots of) emotion*

Y/N clung to her Shiba unnie, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Y/N - I'm so sorry, Shasha unnie. I didn't want to hurt any of you. I love you unnies so much! *sobbing*

The other members joined in the hug, surrounding their maknae with their love and support. They had feared the worst, and their sunshine's safe return felt like a miracle.

The news of Y/N's return spread quickly through social media, and the hashtag #Y/NIsSafeNow trended worldwide. Fans rejoiced, and messages of relief and gratitude poured in from all corners of the globe.

Over the next few days, the members of TWICE and Y/N took some time to heal and reconnect. They shared their feelings, their fears, and their love for each other. Y/N apologized profusely for causing so much worry, but the members reassured her that what mattered most was her safety and well-being.

As they sat together in their dorm, they knew that they had come through a severe ordeal stronger than ever. The bonds of friendship and sisterhood that held them together had been tested, and they had emerged with an even deeper appreciation for each other.

Y/N's return marked a new beginning for TWICE, a reminder that they were not just a group of talented idols but a family who would always be there for each other, no matter what challenges they faced in their journey through the world of K-pop. And this made them all share the same thought:

We love our dear chosen family.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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I’d love pregnancy angst/fluff with Steve Harrington! Maybe reader finds out she’s pregnant after a one night hook up and Steve isn’t very supportive until her morning sickness gets so out of hand she ends up in the hospital and they find out she’s so sick because she’s having twins. Even better if you can make reader hoppers daughter

Twins? - S.H

hey thank you for this request! it’s such a cute concept. but, i’m not gonna make it so she’s Hoppers daughter only because i want my imagines to be inclusive for everyone! this is DREADFUL and i’m so sorry for mistakes and how bad it was but enjoy i guess <3

you were sat on the bathroom floor, positive pregnancy test in hand. shit. never in a million years did you think you'd be a teen parent. you were only 18 and kids right now sounded terrifying. the only person you'd been with recently was Steve Harrington, the boy you worked with at Family Video and you considered him a friend. you and him had only hooked up once and you were both drunk, to be honest you didn't even really remember the night because of the alcohol consumption but you vaguely remember Steve putting on a condom. how were you meant to tell him you were pregnant now? he'd come over the next day to say that it was a mistake and it shouldn't of happened and you agreed. you didn't wanna ruin the friendship you had with him so being friends was the best option.

the reason you decided to take a test was because of the excessive amount of morning sickness. you'd wake up in the night and puke, wake up in the morning and puke, even during the day you'd have to get away from the smell of some food so you could go and be sick. all these things just led you to believe you were pregnant and you were. your gut feeling was right. abortion was not an option and the news of a baby in a small town like Hawkins would spread like wildfire. keeping it a secret was your main goal, only telling friends and family who you knew wouldn't tell anyone.

you knew you had to tell him. you couldn't just keep this secret to yourself when he was just as much apart of this as you. you got up off the bathroom floor and put the pregnancy test in your joggers pocket and slipped on your shoes, making your way over to Steve's house. it wasn't to far away from yours so walking there wasn't an issue for you. the whole walk there you were terrified. how would he take the news? would he be happy that he was going to be a dad? would he abandon you completely and leave you to raise this baby on your own? with you being in your thoughts you hadn't even realised you had arrived at Steve's.

you knocked gingerly, taking a deep breath as you waited for him to open the door. "y/n, what are you doing here?" Steve said once he saw you standing there. he hadn't been expecting you till later when the rest of the gang came over for a movie night and it definitely wasn't night time now so why were you here? "can i talk to you?" you whispered as you looked into his eyes, he could see the fear in your eyes as you spoke to him so he moved to the side nodding his head, letting you into his home.

"you want a drink or something?" he said as he led you to the living room. "no thanks, i'm okay" you said as you sat down on the sofa, Steve sat next to you and looked at your nervous expression. it was silent for a moment as you tried to think of the right way to tell Steve that he was going to be a dad. "so, what do you need to tell me?" Steve said breaking the uncomfortable silence that filled the living room. "i'm pregnant Steve" you whispered, looking down at you lap as you pulled out the positive test from your pocket.

you passed it to him but kept your eyes on your lap. you didn't want to see the disappointment on his face as he looked at the test. Steve sat back stunned. he didn't know what to do. he thought he had put on protection before you guys hooked up to avoid this happening, it couldn't be his child. he didn't want to believe that you were pregnant with his kid, he didn't want kids now, in the future yes he wanted them desperately, but that's when he has enough money to financially support his wife and that child, not now when he makes $3 an hour and he could definitely not support himself and a child.

"when are you gonna tell the dad? why come to me?" he said, passing the test back to you. hearing him say that made you look up from your lap in shock. "what? Steve the baby is yours." you said, a hurt expression on your face as you spoke. he laughed out loud at this making your face twist in confusion. "oh come on, i know what you're like y/n. you don't think i hear boys talking about how they've had sex with you? the most recent one was yesterday. Ryan Black came in with Jason Reeves and they were both talking about how they fucked you last week so don't try and say this baby is mine when i know it's not. we fucked two months ago, it couldn't be mine." he said, anger filling his body as he spoke to you.

"Steve you're the only person i've been with for those two months. and that's so low of you to say that to me. i thought we were friends? this baby is yours Steve wether you like it or not. i just thought it was best if you knew" you said, standing up from the sofa, putting the test back into your pocket. "so if it's mine when are you getting rid of it? i don't want it y/n" he said, also standing up, his whole body towering over you. "i'm keeping it Steve. you told me you wanted kids so why are you asking me to get rid of it?" you asked confused. when everything was happening with Vecna, Steve had told you he couldn't wait to be a dad and have his own family so why now he's getting that he wants to get rid of it?

"i want kids y/n just not with you. if you keep that baby i'm not taking care of it, i'm not paying for it, i'm not having anything to do with you or that thing. me and you was a mistake. it's one of the few things i regret doing." hearing him say this with such spite and anger laced in his voice made your breathing stutter. no words had ever effected you that much. you felt your eyes fill with tears hearing him say this so you did the worst thing you'd ever think of, you slapped him. slapped him so hard across the face his head fell backwards because of how forceful it was. "fuck you Steve, you haven't changed from high school at all. you're still that fucking asshole you always were." you sobbed, turning to walk out of the house and never come back.

he stood there stunned by your actions. he knew you'd never been in a fight before and that you'd never hit anyone so he was the first. idiot. stupid fucking idiot. he thought to himself. how could he say that to you. you were the kindest person to anyone, never said a bad word about someone unless they were rude to her or her friends, and he'd just broken her heart all because he was scared. he sat back down on the sofa and put his head in his hands, how was he going to fix this now? he'd royally fucked up and there was nothing he could say or do that could take back how awful he'd been.

you walked home with tears streaming down your face. how could he say that to you? how could he be so kind to you one minute and the next he just turned evil. you had the misfortune of being picked on a bit by King Steve and his friends but when you got a job in Family Video last year, he had you fooled by thinking he had changed. he seemed happier and nicer when he was away from Tommy and Carol but now you've heard him say that to you, you knew he hadn't changed one bit. tomorrow you, Steve and Robin were all working but of then that it was just you and Steve working together, alone. this made you anxious. you didn't want to work with him alone but you needed the money. you needed to start saving for this baby.

you didn't turn up to movie night that night, making everyone wonder where you had got to. you never missed movie night because Robin would complain if you weren't there but you couldn't tonight. you heard your house phone ring so you answered it and low and behold it was Robin. "y/n where the hell are you. the movies already started" she said into the phone, making you feel bad instantly. you didn't want to leave her alone but you couldn't face Steve right now. "i know Rob i'm sorry i'm just really not well right now. i'll call you tomorrow Robin" you said, hearing her sigh before saying a goodbye and hanging up the phone.

that whole night you barely slept, getting up at least 6 times in the night to be sick and then waking up

to your alarm to be sick again. you got ready for work, feeling nauseous as you tied your hair back into a ponytail and slipped on you Family Video vest and then your converse, making your way to your car to drive to the Family Video store. the whole drive there you just felt like you needed to be sick and as soon as you got to Family Video you ran straight to the back, past Steve and Robin who were behind the counter, to the toilets were so you could throw up.

Robin and Steve watched you run into the back and heard the bathroom door be slammed open. "what was that about?" Robin said as she sorted through paper work, eyes never leaving the door. "i uhh, i have no clue, maybe she's just not feeling well" Steve said, turning away from the door to go put some tapes away. once you came back out of the bathroom, you put a piece of gum in your mouth to take away the taste of sick, luckily you always had gum in your bag so this came in handy. you walked to the desk and sat down next to Robin, feeling lightheaded. "hey, you okay?" she said, seeing your face a little paler than usual.

Steve took sneaky glances at the two of you when he saw your face look so ill and just sad. he knew he fucked up, you usually always said good morning to the both of them but not today. he wasn't supportive of this baby but he still cared about you and your health. he didn't know to much about babies and pregnancy but he did know about morning sickness but he'd never seen it in person and hearing you be sick made him feel bad.

"i'm okay. do you mind if i go home? i know i haven't been here long i'm just really not feeling too good" you asked her, your body feeling tired from just walking around. "y/n of course. you look really sick. you wanna tell me anything?" Robin said, putting a hand on your forehead. "no Robin i'm just really not feeling good. i'll call you later?" you said, putting your bag over your shoulder as you walked back to the front of Family Video. "of course, i'll call you around 6 ish" she said, you nodded and said goodbye before walking out the door and heading home where you got straight back into bed.

"right what's going on with you two?" Robin said as she watched you pull out of the car park. she knew something was up with the two of you because you would always flirt with each other and you would always say good morning to him so when you didn't even when you sat next to her, she knew something was up. "what do you mean?" he said, keeping his eyes on the tapes he was putting back in their places. she gave him a knowing look and he sighed, knowing they'd been caught out.

"nothings happened, she's just not feeling very well." he said, turning round to see her with the same expression on her face. "okay dingus but if i find out you've done something i'll kill you" Robin said, turning her attention back to the paperwork in front of her. you were at home, in bed, a raging headache blurring your vision as you pulled the covers over your head. you had never felt like this before, your head was killing you and the nausea was just making you feel even worse.

Robin called you at 6:30 and you knew it was time to tell her. she'd been your best friend for a while and she deserved to know that you were having a baby, you wouldn't tell her it was Steve's because he didn't want anything to do with it, what you did now was none of his business. "i know there's something going on y/n. you don't have to tell me what it is but i know there is something." she said, hearing you sigh before speaking up. "i'm pregnant Rob. that's why i was sick today and i almost fainted." you said hearing a small gasp on the other end of the phone before loud squeals came after.

"you're pregnant? that's so amazing y/n. is there anything you need? oh my god i'm going to be an aunt i'm so excited" she said, making you giggle loudly, before the sickness feeling came back. "Rob give me two minutes, stay on the phone" you said, leaving the phone there before running to the bathroom to empty your stomach. once you'd finished you brushed your teeth before coming back to the phone. "i'm back sorry" you said, rubbing your eye as tiredness took over your body.

"it's okay. is the sickness really that bad? i've heard it is but i didn't know it was that bad" she said, curious as to what really happens. "yeah it is. i can barely sleep, barely eat anything. it's awful" you said honestly, she sighed and spoke up again. "is that why you were in the bathroom today?" she asked, the pieces of the puzzle finally getting put together. "yeah it was. the nausea is awful" you said, feeling too tired to talk now. "you sound tired, you wanna go to sleep? i'll speak to you tomorrow if you want" Robin said which made you feel relieved. "thank you Robin. yes i'll call you tomorrow." you said, both saying your goodbyes before hanging up the phone and going straight to bed.

the next morning you could barely walk, you had just made it to the bathroom but you knew you couldn't work so you had to call Robin and let her know. "hey Robin, i was just wondering if you could do me a favour" you said, hearing her yawn over the phone. "yeah of course what's up?" she said, rubbing her eyes as she was so tired. "do you mind taking my shift. i can barely walk and my head is killing me" you asked her, you knew she'd say yes. they was she saw you yesterday she definitely didn't want you to work. "of course y/n, have you booked a doctors appointment to see the baby yet?" she asked, waking up properly now.

"next week on Wednesday at 10. my mums coming with me" you said, putting your hair behind your ear. "do you think you could show me the photos when you get them?" she said, getting excited about seeing the little blob finally. "of course, you can come to mine after and i'll show you. thank you for this Robin i really appreciate it." you said, she was definitely your best friend at the minute. she was just as excited as you were to see the baby and you were thankful for that. "no worries, i'll speak to you later i have to get ready for work" she said. something didn't feel right in you, your nausea felt a lot worse today and you couldn't even keep food down. your mum was insisting on taking you to the hospital because of how badly it was.

your mum had morning sickness with you and your siblings but when she saw you and heard you being sick during the night, she knew it was too much. you were barely sleeping and you were being sick so often you couldn't keep anything down and she knew it was just wrong. you were again in the bathroom as you emptied your stomach for the fourth time that day and it wasn't even 9am. your mum listened from the opposite side of the door and was now adamant on taking you to the hospital. "mum. can you come in here" you said, rubbing your forehead, feeling the nausea not going away.

"oh y/n. this isn't right. you need to go to the hospital" she said, helping you up. you had never felt like this before and helped you get your shoes on before helping you into the car. she drove you to the hospital and you could barely see from the terrible migraine. you arrived at the hospital and your mum helped you out of the car and into the hospital where the nurse took you to your own room with an ultrasound machine. "so y/n what's brought you in here today" the midwife Amy said. "well, i'm pregnant and my morning sickness is awful. i can't sleep and i can't eat and i'm due for a scan next week" you informed her, your mum next to you, holding your hand.

"well, we will do an ultrasound and see what's the matter. when was the last time you had sex?" she asked, looking at the form sheet in front of her. "oh urm, two months ago maybe? but the morning sickness started to get worse in the past couple of weeks" you said, the nausea feeling still in your body. "okay sweetheart, i'll do the ultrasound, could you lift up your top please. this gel will be quite cold just letting you know. mum would it be okay if you stepped out of the room?" Amy asked as she put the gel on your belly. your mum nodded her head and stood up from the chair, giving your hand a quick kiss. "could you call Robin mum? she's at Family Video" you said, seeing her nod her head before walking out the room.

your mum walked to the pay phone which was outside the hospital and dialled the number for Family Video. "hi welcome to Family Video, my name is Robin how my i help you?" Robin said to your mother through the phone. "hi Robin it's y/m/n" your mum said, scratching her forehead softly. "oh hi y/m/n. how are you?" Robin asked making Steve's head pop up at the sound of your mums name come from Robins mouth. "i'm good, y/n just asked me to tell you she's in the hospital due to her morning sickness and-" your mum said before Robin cut her off by accident. "wait she's in the hospital? is everything okay?" she asked, both her and Steve now feeling anxious. as soon as Steve heard hospital he ran around the counter and out the door. "wait Steve" Robin said, confused as to why he just ran out of his work.

"y/n is fine Robin i just wanted her to have a checkup. you may know but her morning sickness is awful and the babies dad left her so i took her" your mum said, making Robin feel relieved. you were okay and you were going to be fine. "okay, thank you for telling me. tell her i'll call her later. bye y/m/n" Robin said, after hearing your mum say goodbye she put the phone down and realised why Steve ran out. he was the dad. he was the father to your baby and she knew this from hearing you were in the hospital.

Steve drove to the hospital, definitely breaking a few highway rules as he sped there to be with you. he arrived and saw your mum standing outside, waiting for you to come out. he parked the car and ran to your mum. "y/m/n. please tell me where y/n is. i need to make sure she's okay" he said, anxiety filling his body as he spoke. your mum smiled at Steve and spoke up "Steve. i don't think anyones allowed in there. i know you're her friend but-" "i'm the babies father" he said, cutting her off. she stood there stunned and angry. "i left her, i made her feel like shit but i've realised i need her and this baby. having a baby has been my dream since i was young and i need to be there for her" he said, admitting to your mum how he truly felt. no matter how angry she was she could see in Steve's eyes that he cared. she let a smile spread across her face as she wanted Steve to be in there with you.

"she's in room 215. she's getting an ultrasound done" she said, as soon as she said the number Steve ran into the hospital to find the room. once he was there, he stood in front of the door and listened to the conversation. “so everything is looking good, you are almost twelve weeks. would you like to see?” Amy said. Steve thought it was best now to knock on the door, he wanted to see his baby even though he’d been horrible, he wanted to be there. you and Amy both looked at the door and Steve entered, your eyes widened. “Steve what are you doing here?” you asked him, shocked that he was here with you.

“oh. urm. y/n i’m here to see the baby, i know what i said was disgusting and i promise i didn’t mean what i said and i want to be here for you and the baby. and hearing Robin say you were in the hospital made me get my shit together and realise i need to step up and i was so scared. i was so scared something happened to you or the baby and i just- i just realised i was so horrible to you and i’m sorry.” he said, walking into the room and taking your hand. you looked at him in shock. he was really here. he really seemed like he cared. you smiled at him and spoke in the softest tone he’d ever heard “i’m sorry too. i shouldn’t have slapped you-” “that doesn’t matter now love, what matters is you and the baby. how is it?” he said, turning to Amy to see a huge smile on her face.

“well” she said, turning the screen around so you could see. “both babies are healthy. they have a heartbeat if you want to hear it” she said, you felt faint. “both babies?” you said, mouth agape. Steve looked at the screen as you both listened to both rhythms of the babies heartbeats. Steve’s hand squeezed yours as a smile appeared on his face. he had not one but two babies on the way. “yep, both babies. they are very healthy and that’s why you’ve been having really awful morning sickness. it should subside soon and you should be feeling better. if it’s not subsided in two or three weeks, come back and we will do some more tests. i’ll get these pictures of your babies printed for you and i’ll be back soon” she said, wiping the gel off your stomach carefully and she then left you both alone, the imagine of your two babies still on the screen.

Steve sat on the bed next to you and stroked your growing bump softly. “y/n sweetheart i am so sorry for the way i treated you. i truly am. i shouldn’t of said those things to you and i am really really sorry. i wanna be with you. i want you to be the mother of all my kids and i want to be with you for the rest of my life. when i first saw you in school i instantly fell in love with you and then seeing you in Family Video last year put things into perspective, i know i may not have much to give you but i do wanna be with you.” he said, his eyes filling with tears. hearing this made your heart swell. he truly meant it. “oh Steve. i’m so glad you came to your senses. i want to be with you for our babies and i love you so much” you said, sitting up and placing your hand on his cheek. “i love you so much more” he said, leaning in to kiss you softly. you knew now that Steve was here, you and your babies would be okay.

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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@sensei-venus hope you don't mind me tagging you again 🙈 I just think you'll appreciate this one

Imagine Reader is a rich, prep school students. Good grades, spotless record, bookworm, season 1 Rory Gilmore if you will. She's shy, not too outgoing, fairly disregarded at her school as the smart chick. She has a nice friend group she hangs out with, but even then she's quiet and kind of just listening. However, if anyone asked for her advice, they'd never have to repeat themselves to her. She's a good friend and her friends are worried of people taking advantage of her kindness. They're like her bodyguards I'm the Sweetest way possible.

She's so cute in her uniform, too. Chubby thighs on display with her pretty skirt, a jacket to match that won't button over her belly, knee high socks and buckle shoes. It the same as the other girls, but her chubby form makes her stand out, even among the variations of the uniform. Though her figure is made out to be unflattering if she wears the sweater vest with the school's emblem on the breast. It makes her look lumpy.

Well, one day she ends up meeting Hawk at the mall after school. They see each other, as their groups pass each other on the way to different stores. She catches his eye and he catches hers, the blue mohawk and all. Their intrigue is short lived and momentary, just quick glances. But then look they see each other again at the food court, and then again at the big fountain in the center of the mall. It's almost as if they're fated to meet today.

She's being cheeky and tossing a coin in the fountain when he approaches her. He introduces himself and smiles at her, making her blush. She tells him her name and the chuckles, then pulls out a coin. He makes a little show of holding it in front of him and closing his eyes, making a silent wish, then tossing it into the fountain.

"What did you wish for?" Reader asks cutesy, too curious to be shy.

He smirks at her. "A chance to get to know you better."

She blushes and lets out a little squeak, alerting her friends to her. Two guys in prep school uniforms come over as she tries to hide her blushing cheeks with her hands. They mistake the situation as Hawk harassing her and coke to her rescue, only embarrassing Reader as they puff up theor chests and she starts hitting them on the arms to stop.

"It's not what you think!" she squeals, embarrassment spreading like wildfire through her body. "He was just... he-he was..."

She looks at Hawk, a bit unsure of what his intentions were.

He just smiles. "I was asking you out."

Once the situation is resolved, some more of Reader's friends dragging the boys away and scolding them for ruining her moment, Reader bites her lip.

"Sorry... about them," she says shyly, still embarrassed. "You probably think they're crazy now... but they're not. I don't hangout with rowdy guys like that. We're not preppy psychos."

Hawk laughs, finding her little boutique of rambling cute. "You might not hangout with psychos, but I just might."

She tilts her head and he imitates a karate chop for her, making her laugh.

"I thought you looked familiar. You won that karate championship, right?"

"That's me."

That's how they start dating.

And as they continue to date, Hawk learns she's a trust fund kid. Her family has as much money as a family can get. She's old money, her grandparents built their lives from the ground up and made a fortune. It's all hers at some point in life, granted she goes to school and makes the grades expected of her. Ivy league, great career, happy life. Right?

Except he learns she's home alone most of the time. Her parents are out a lot, traveling for business or for other means. Maybe a house keeper comes by once a week to clean up, but there's hardly anything to clean in the big mansion. She hardly makes a mess, cleans up after herself, washes her own laundry, keeps everything tidy. She doesn't throw wild parties or have too many guests over. She holds a study group at her place when it's her turn to host, but that's about it.

She's so lonely there, that's why she stays so close to her friends, even if she's at the back of the group. Even if she's no a part of the conversation. It's something more than what she has at home.

She's also such a good girl, goody two shoes, rule follower, teacher's pet. Whatever you wanna call it. She's never gotten in trouble her whole life, raised on high standards and principles, everything given to her on a silver platter.

Everything but true happiness.

But now she has Hawk, and Hawk makes her so much happier. She laughs louder, smiles brighter, talks more. He brings her out of her shell, out of her loneliness. And he's so happy to see her so happy.

(This was not where this was going but now the original idea doesn't feel like it fits 😂 it was gonna be a good girl x bad boy sort of thing, but I think I like this better.)

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persona5anotherstory · 4 months

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Oh hey... it's been a while since I haven't posted that much on this account since I have done the Morgana design for the AU itself, but since it is almost the end of 2023, it's the holidays and I recently started playing Persona 5 Tactica this month and with me thinking... Man I should make more AU designs on the characters again and well, I'm doing it again!

And it's not one, not two... but three character designs I have made for the AU as like a early Christmas present for you guys, so I hope you like my own take on them!

Do note that there are stuff that I might have to change for both the character designs, their codenames and their descriptions too!

Ryuji Sakamoto (Codename: Athlete)

Here's everyones favourite bro character that always likes to say "For Real?!?", which he is the AU swap version of Ann Takamaki, I wanted to keep "some" of the appearance of his original game counterpart, but giving him casual clothing.

Ryuji is a first year in Shujin Academy and is part of the track team, where he has been looking out for his childhood friend, Takeishi since they were kids (Yes, it's the same Takeishi that was seen in one of Ryuji's Confidant event in the game), but after what happened in the incident with Takeishi taking the very same fate like with Shiho in Persona 5, he has decided to join The Phantom Thieves to also help reform society itself!

Sumire Yoshizawa (Codename: Coach)

The character that was introduced in the re-release of Persona 5 in the form of Persona 5 Royal, and will be the AU swap version of Yusuke Kitagawa!

She's both a second year student and a sports coach at Shujin Academy that helps out the different students for sporting activities in the school's gym, Sumire really has been interested on the Phantom Thieves ever since they were being talked about in the school, but the reason for that is because she has requested them through the Phan-site all because of her own father forcing her on getting into fashion instead of sports.

Goro Akechi (Codename: Mysterious)

Now to finally end it off here is by showing off Goro Akechi in the AU itself where I have taken the whole "Detective" thing too seriously for him lol, but he's the AU Swap version of Makoto Niijima.

He's a third year in Shujin Academy and is also the prince detective that everyone has been awing for (especially his own fangirls on different Internet forms), he actually has been cousins with Futaba ever since his mom and Futaba’s mom, Wakaba are in good relations with each other due to them being researchers back when they were college students ages ago.

Akechi is quite suspicious on the whole Phantom Thieves thing since they were being spreaded around like wildfire and has been talked around in school, but after soon finding about his cousin is the leader of The Phantom Thieves after spying on Futaba, he has been wanting to join them is due to him currently on an investigation on a problem that has been going on with a new type of drug that has being secretly shared all around the school from some students.

I wanted to carry elements for Akechi in the AU with stuff like him being based on Naoto Shirogane from Persona 4 and even wanting Akechi in the AU to be inspired by Sam from Sam & Max because I just find it a perfect fit for him in my take in this AU itself.

And that's about it, with next year in 2024 I do plan on wanting to draw the next few characters that I really wanted to try and do, which would be Ren, Yusuke, Makoto and Haru, but maybe I might draw the characters that we're in the Persona 5 spin-offs, and even the Persona Q games too!

So I hope you all have yourselves a Happy Holidays!

#persona #persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 au #p5 au #persona 5 another story #p5 another story #p5asau #persona au #ryuji sakamoto #ryuji persona 5 #sumire yoshizawa #sumire persona 5 #goro akechi #persona 5 akechi

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moon-sang · 2 years

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Hi 😁 I'm the person who went on a rant about how there aren't enough happy/crack Din Djarin x fem!sith!reader fics😅 so could I please request a fic of that sort? Like Din and Grogu seeing that she's not evil, just overly passionate about things and awkwardly trying to convey that to everyone else?

I’m sorry this took longer than usual! I hope you like it!

She’s Just Passionate

SUMMARY: Your past always found a way to haunt you. Everyone knew who you were, apprentice of Darth Maul. Everyone always took you as evil, luckily you have two people who would stick by you no matter what.

WARNINGS: Fem!reader, Sith!reader, sprinkle of angst, Soft!Din, pls tell me if I miss anything!

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It started when you were a kid.

Everyone hated you. “She’s evil!” they would all scream. Regardless if it was to your face or behind your back you sensed their hate for you radiating off them. I’m not evil. You would tell yourself as a child, but as you grew you started to believe what everyone said, because it wasn’t just kids from the school you went to that said it, but it was that guy who owned the cantina, that Jedi you accidentally bumped into on Yavin 4, and that bounty hunter you had to work with once. Everyone said it. But it all came to a point when you became what everyone said you were. Shot everyone glares, killed bounties that could’ve been kept alive, sliced anyone who dared to argue with you on the spot…. But that all changed when the Mandalorian and his adorable son came into your life of darkness. He pulled you out of the dark shell you hid yourself in and exposed the sad little girl whose childhood was taken away from her, of course in a good way. As time went by you began to trust the Mandalorian with your secrets, even the ones you didn’t want to admit to yourself. Like your childhood, how the sith raised you up until you were 14 years of age, how Darth Maul trained you how to use your sabers, how you ran away from that life and practically raised yourself. You told him everything but he…. Treat you differently. Like you were some special flower, and if he loosened his grip on you, you would fly away with the wind. He treated you like you were normal, and you loved it. You felt selfish in a way, wanting to keep him all to yourself but you tried your best not to let it show.

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The cantina was bustling with life. Tables were crowded with many species with Twi’lek’s and some humans putting on a small performance. You and Din decided to lay low for a while… Omera and Winta gladly offered to take care of Grogu, whilst you two had some alone time. You ordered some soup and Din of course ordered nothing, just enjoying the scenery before him. Everyone was so loud here, on the Crest it was quite quiet, you weren’t used to such surroundings. You felt eyes on you. It made you nervous in a way. Why was everyone glancing at you? Shouldn’t the attention be on the Mandalorian, their rarer than just a typical female woman right? Murmurs and whispers spread like a wildfire. Din could see how you became uncomfortable…. Maybe he’ll just take the soup and go when it came. “She’s a sith!” you overheard someone say. Your chest became heavy, words forming and then dying on your tongue, Din had helped you control your temper and how you acted to certain things but you WERE NOT a sith. At least not anymore, sure you have the force and you still have your lightsaber, but that life wasn’t yours anymore. “She’s going to kill us all!” Another maiden whisper-yells. That’s it. Within a blink of an eye you’ve got every person in the cantina up against the wall. Your lightsaber was ignited. Angry fumes hissed as red flames danced in the air. Your outstretched hand (which held everyone with the force) closed, forming a fist out of anger. Everyone screamed, terrified. “I am not a sith! Not anymore! Why is it so hard for anyone to understand that!” You shout, any thought of Din leaving your mind. A leather hand wraps around your closed fist and tugs gently at it. Immediately you drop everyone to the floor and swing with your saber at Din’s head. When you realise it was only Din, you stop your saber mid-air. Din could hear the hiss of your saber next to his ears, but he wasn’t afraid, he knew you could sense his fear and that would only upset you more. “Mesh’la it’s ok if they think you're a sith, but giving in to your anger, like then, is only going to scare them more, why do you need everyone to believe you, when I do?” He asks, voice like honey, despite the fact that it was modulated. “I… I’m sorry…. I can’t help it.” you say with a frown, tears threatening to fall any minute. “Come on, let’s get out of here, we can eat in the Crest, yeah?” Din states. “Yeah.” you nod sadly. With that Din collects the soup, which arrived shortly after your outrage. Before he walks out he shrugs at the still shocked customers and says “She’s - uh…. Just passionate, and with that makes his way out.

The soup helped a little, giving you a warm feeling in your stomach. But you still needed to get something off your chest. You look at Din, who was sitting opposite you. “Din?” you call. He looks up at you, acknowledging you. “Do…” you take a breath. “Do you think I'm evil?” Din shakes his head. “Cyare, you’re not evil, I think you know that, I mean… look how much the kid likes you, and how you got me a new cape for my last birthday, even though you know I don’t celebrate it, Cyar’ika you are an amazing woman.” He exclaims. You slightly blush, looking away. The Mandalorian get’s up and tilts your chin up at him. “You’re just misunderstood.”

#Mando x reader #Mando x sith!reader #Soft Din #soft mando #Angst #Din Djarin x reader #Din x reader #Fluff #Imagine #The mandalorian x reader #Mandalorian x reader #The Mandalorian #Din Djarin #Sith and Mandalorian

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i have genuinely never heard of a bluestar-hate video, what video is that??? o_o like. i am certain i won’t agree with whatever takes they have, but now i’m curious

You don't??? The damage it did to the warrior cats fandom for years after is still so vivid to me, holy shitt....

Before I start, I am not trying to start drama. I'm actually a fan of the op. This isnt a cancel or callout post. The video is probably 6+ years old now. No clue if it or the related videos are still up, but I'm not gonna go fishing for them and if someone else finds them, I'd appreciate if you DO NOT link it on this post! Just to avoid any drama yknow yknow

So to sum it up the video was basically saying that Bluestar is a bad person for what she did to Brightheart/Lostface and went on to nickpick things about her, like interpreting her personality as entitled and I vaguely remember some implication that she was judging ThistleClaw unfairly. Which is... fine on it's own. You don't have to like the character or the things she did, but they also had a similar video "defending" Thistleclaw. Obviously not in a condoning his actions kind of way, but it was something along the lines of "You guys are hating him for the wrong reasons. You should hate him for being violent and a gr*0mer. But he was actually nice to Snowfur and loved her so stop making art/content where he's mean to Snowfur!"

And it probably didn't sit well with alot of people because... what difference does it make?

And god I could rant, I could rant, I could RANT about why showing Thistleclaw in any positive light when it is common knowledge that a majority of this fandom are in middle school was not a good idea. And besides that, he canonly calls Snowfur and their son weak after she died. Thistleclaw isn't and was never supposed to be a sympathetic character.

I genuinely dont care if you like him or headcanon him, blah blah whatever. I'm not here to police people over fake cats. Idc. but any Thistleclaw defense is completely uncalled for and has no purpose when his fucking character is a canon ped0 and gr*0mer who might put the age group this book is made for at risk. The things he does in Spottedleaf's Heart are bad, and the book just never acknowledged that the gr*0ming and age gap were the issue, rather just the fact that he was training in the Dark Forest. I think this could be very easily misinterpreted by children because it doesn't show the true weight of how bad Spottedpaw's situation is.

But anyways, after those videos, the backlash against Bluestar was intense and there was definitely a bigger Thistleclaw fan crowd for awhile. I mean this spread like wildfire. Any video, art posted, or mention of Bluestar would always have a ton of people making unnecessary side comments like "I hate her but-" "I don't like her but-" etc. I would even see people link the video if you mentioned liking her😭?? Which is just 1. rude to say on someone else work and 2. Blantantly parroting for the video just because the op was popular.

I don't blame this video specifically, and I know the fandom is mostly kids- even more so back then- but I do think it had a bit of a part to play in how the warriors fandom has long since blurred the line between "This character is bad" and "This character did a bad thing."

Yes, Bluestar did bad things, but the narrative VERY MUCH portrayed those things as bad. The reader knows what she did was bad. The characters know what she did was bad. That was the entire point. Completely opposite of characters like Bramblestar, who do bad things but are defended by the narrative and it's way more appropriate to bring negative attention.

Imo Bluestar was one of the best written and tragic characters in the series and before that video alot of people agreed, but for years after it she was reduced to "She did bad thing so I can't like her anymore". The whole Bluestar stuff has blown off since and I'm glad, but it's so frustrating how many characters get this treatment as well lately instead of being seen as narrative tools.

You can comment and reblog stuff but if anyone starts dropping names, URLs, or video links I'm turning reblogs off okay?

#loooong post #‼Th/stleclaw mentions so TW if anything revolving him or talking abt what he did is uncomfortable #rant

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blackhearted1 · 5 months

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~~~~ Grit ~~~~

A MHA OG FanFic that is a female reader insert.

This fic will touch on incredibly sensitive subjects and I will put warnings beforehand, as such this is 18+ and Minors DNI.

Grit is ongoing and I originally posted this on AO3, I don't post much online so bear with me this is honestly the first big thing I'm doing on Tumblr.... I do hope you enjoy amd comments are always welcome. I have many other fics with other characters as well so if interested please let me know. But now.... here is the first Chapter.

This series will involve multiple mentions of PTSD, rape/sexual assault, graphic depictions of violence, blood, gore, language, smut, self harm/ mutilation and multiple other sensitive topics, Reader Discretion is always advised.

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Ch 1: A Rough Introduction

Its the third year for Midoriya and his classmates at UA, he heard rumors from All Might that there will be a special exchange student from America to join them this year. The news has spread like wildfire because this is rare that this happens. Uraraka runs to Midoriya with Kaminari, Kirishima and Mina, waving they run to Deku who has Todoroki approaching as well as Bakugo.

" Hey Midoriya did you hear the news?" Kaminari asks.

" About the new exchange sudent? Yah I don't know why but I'm excited." Midoriya nods.

" I wonder what kind of Quirk they will have, I have never met an American yet I wonder what they are like?" Mina ponders.

Ojiro and Hagakure approach and wave at their friends, Hagakure runs to them and is shouting with excitement.

" Guys I saw some official looking cars turn back where Ojiro and I were walking, they had American flags on them!" Hagakure tells them.

" Really cool! Also multiple?" Kirishima asks.

" Great its some governor's pampered kid or some shit like that." Bakugo groans.

" Well how do you know?" Ojiro asks.

" Multiple cars means that the ones they aren't in are full of security." Bakugo sighs.

" I guess you're right but we don't know that yet." Kirishima shrugs.

" Hey there they are, look they are out of the car." Kaminari points out.

They look and see a girl, she has her uniform on and is standing in front of large men in uniform.

" Those patches, they are definitely from the Military, they look to be Navy." Midoriya comments.

" Woah her family is military then?" Uraraka asks.

" It's a safe bet to make until we know more about her." Todoroki nods.

The man in the front salutes her, the girl returns the salute and the men get in the car and leave. She returns to normal and turns heel to walk inside, they look and see she has on super compressed weights on her wrists and ankles along with a belt around her hips.

" Man those things are heavy, she has on at least 220 kilograms." Ojiro points out.

" Man she is training already?" Mina looks in shock.

" We should go say hi." Hagakure suggests.

" Uh she looks pretty pissed off maybe we should wait." Kirishima suggests.

As they say that they see other third years approach her, they start to harass the new girl but she doesn't even pay attention to them.

" Heh typical American, thinking they are too good for us." One of the kids sneer.

The girl doesn't even respond even when they are attacking her verbally, she just walks inside and the group just take a sigh of relief.

" Man I thought for sure there would be a fight." Kaminari takes a breath.

" Heh, she is well trained." Bakugo smirks.

" Well let's head to class and get ready for the day." Midoriya nods.

The class head inside and in the class they see the girl with Iida, they are having a conversation that seems to be going well. The girl walks away and they go up to Iida who smiles at his friends presence.

" Hello everyone! I can't wait to get back into the dorms with everyone this year. Have you met our new exchange student?" Iida asks.

" Not yet no, she seemed pretty cold when we saw her earlier." Uraraka shakes her head.

" She is a little aloof but I believe she is actually nice." Iida comments.

" Well we can speak to her during lunch then, that way it's a more relaxed setting." Mina smiles.

" Yah that is a great idea." Kaminari agrees.

" But for now everyone take your seats it is time for class!" Iida commands.

Everyone takes their seat while Present Mic and Mr. Aizawa walk in, they see the class is ready and begin.

" Good morning, as you all can see we have a new student with us, they are an exchange student from the United States." Mr. Aizawa starts the class.

" Yah please welcome ---- Drakos!" Present Mic introduces.

Everyone looks at ---- who is just silent and glares up at the teachers, she doesn't seem to want to speak.

" Well come up here and say a few things about yourself." Present Mic tells her.

" I would rather not...." ---- shakes her head.

" Aw come on we would love to get to know you, you are the first American we have met!" Kirishima smiles.

---- sighs and stands up, in a militaristic way she walks to the front and stays silent for a moment. Looking at Present Mic and glaring at him, she looks back at the class and takes a breath.

" I am Lieutenant Commander Drakos, I was enlisted very early into the United States Navy because of my quirks. I became the rising star of the Navy and was part of the Seals. I have a kill count that would make All for One even blush and I am here because I was forced to...." ---- simply states.

The entire class looks green around the gills when they hear all this, they look in shock at the teachers.

" She is joking right?" Kaminari nervously laughs.

" No she is quite serious, ---- is considered one of the deadliest assets the military has." Mr. Aizawa replies.

" Then why have her here?!" Mineta flips out.

" It is a matter of national security not only on the side of the United States but for us here in Japan. We have been trusted with her care and education, while she is here she will stay in the dorms with you all." Mr. Aizawa calms.

---- sits back in her seat and just stays silent, the class goes on like normal and they continue on until lunch. The class heads to lunch and they notice ---- seated already, she has her own bento and starts to eat, Uraraka, Kirishima, Midoriya and a bunch of her class come to her table and sit with her. She just peacefully eats and enjoys her food quietly.

" Hey ---- after this you wanna hang out after school in the Dorms?" Uraraka asks.

" I have a strict workout schedule I need to abide by." ---- replies.

" Cool we can work out together!" Kirishima grins.

" You wont be able to keep up, I have my Commander coming after and I will be going through the usual training I went through when I first went into boot camp." ---- tells him.

" Well we can give it a shot." Iida nods.

" Fine just don't be rude to Commander Stark." ---- sighs out.

The same kids from earlier walk by and sneer at ----, she ignores them and just continues to eat.

" Heh well if it isn't the American Trash, what were the schools not good enough for you there?" A girl teases.

---- continues to keep her cool, she just eats her hardboiled egg and ignores the noise. The girl and her friends are irritated she isn't doing anything, the girl smacks her chopsticks out of her hand. The lunch room is silent as they look at ---- just staying still.

" Back off now!" Todoroki yells at the group.

---- gets up and stands in front of the group, she just calmly looks at the group and glares at them all.

" I don't even need to use my Quirks to beat you." ---- smirks.

" You will eat those words!" The girl yells at her.

The group barrage ---- with their strong Quirks but she simply dodges each one with ease. All this and she still has her weights on her limbs, she is quick to use her head and she skull smashes each attacker. Each one falls to the ground in pain, they groan and whimper as ---- cracks her neck.

" I will eat later...." ---- comments as she puts her food away and grabs her chopsticks.

Walking out while the lunch room is in silence, they all go back to their seats and the room just eats.

" Man.... she took them out with only her head, she had her hands behind her back the entire time." Kaminari murmurs.

" Heh, idiots got what they deserved." Bakugo laughs.

" Man being with her is going to be difficult, she comes from such a structured world." Mina sighs.

" Well soon we will learn more about her through the Quirk assessments tomorrow." Todoroki comments as he eats.

" Yah she is in a new environment let's give her space." Midoriya nods.

The classes finish the day out and the class begins to leave, they don't see Brooke anywhere and head back to the dorm work out center after school. There they hear yelling of multiple people, Todoroki, Kirishima and the others walk into the weight room and see ---- pushes up two guys on her back as she is in a push up position. She is holding halfway and is covered in bruises, a man towers over her and has his arms crossed.

" Were you picking fights?!" The man yells.

" Sir no sir!" ---- replies.

" We got a call saying you were seen picking fights with multiple students!" The man yells.

" I only act in self defense sir!" ---- chokes out.

" Look at you Lieutenant! Giving up already?!" He yells more.

" Never sir!" She growls.

" Now wait just a minute!" Todoroki yells.

" Excuse me who are you?!" The man yells.

" No who are you?! You are here torturing our classmate!" Kirishima yells back.

" Stay out of this!" ---- yells.

" Men get up, Drakos get your ass up, you are doing the pool exercise." The man commands.

" Yes sir Commander Stark." ---- nods.

The men get up and walk away to the pool area, ---- struggles to get up but stumbles upright. Todoroki runs to help but she puts her hand up and stops him, she walks to the pool and her classmates follow and watch on helplessly.

" Final exercise of the day, after all this you arent using your Quirk to heal up, you will keep this pain as a lesson." Commander Stark tells her.

" Yes sir!" ---- stands at attention.

The two other men tie her hands and feet, the Commander throws a knife and a mask with snorkel.

" Get the mask on and get yourself free and you can go." Commander Stark tells ---- before he shoves her in the pool.

" Commander Stark but how can she survive that!? She is wounded!" Iida asks.

" What you don't know about Lieutenant Commander Drakos is she was a full fledged Navy Seal at the age of 10, she was crafted and molded into the ultimate killing machine. Her duel Quirks make her perfectly adapted as one of the deadliest people on this planet. Her kill count is something to behold, but she is here under classified circumstances and that is all you need to know." Commander Stark tells them.

They watch as ---- grabs the knife with her mouth and uses it to cut her wrists free, she grabs the snorkel and mask and finishes cutting the ropes off her ankles. Pain fills her body but she swims up and takes a gasp of air, ---- pulls herself up out of the pool and breathes heavy.

" You have slowed down, do better Drakos." Commander Stark warns.

" Sir.... yes sir...." ---- nods.

The men leave and her classmates rush to her side, ---- is too tired to complain to them and feels someone help her up. She sees its Todoroki and just glares at him, holding her side ---- winces.

" ---- why let them do this to you?!" Uraraka asks.

" You look like hell." Tokoyami tells her.

" It is what I know, I grew up this way.... no one here can understand that...." ---- sighs as she walks away to the unisex locker room.

Heading to the tubs she gets a bunch of ice and starts the water, her bruised body trembles in pain. Stopping the water she lowers her body into the water, she wishes she can heal her body but she is under direct orders not to as punishment.

Todoroki walks in and sees her, he wasn't aware she went in here. He walks over to her and sits next to her, ---- looks at him and just looks away. He can see she is in pain still and wants to help her.

" Can I get you something for the pain?" He asks.

" I'm fine...." ---- breathes out.

He watches her breathing pattern and sees it is off, ---- coughs and blood comes up he looks in horror and holds her up before she slips down into the water.

" Damn it you have a punctured lung, you need help." Todoroki tells her.

He pulls her from the water and holds her in his arms, she stops him and he watches as her ribcage starts to shift. After a few moments it stops and her breathing is normal.

" I fixed it.... just get me to my room...." ---- demands weakly.

Todoroki rushes to her room and opens it up, he sees medals, uniforms and pictures everywhere along with collections of places she has been. He grabs a towel nearby and wraps her in it, she is sat down on a chair and he kneels in front of her. ---- dries off and looks exhausted, she goes over to a dresser and grabs sweat pants and a tank top. Todoroki turns immediately and waits for her to be finished, ---- finds it amusing he is this embarrassed being around a girl changing. ---- finishes and shuffles to her bed, Todoroki turns and helps her in bed. She doesn't protest, she only wants to sleep, her heavy eyes look at him.

" You remind me of my eldest brother Touya.... I'm worried for you." Shoto tells her.

" I am fine...." ---- just shrugs off his concern.

The pair are silent for a while, ---- looks at Shoto standing there with a concerned look. He looks away from her and towards the wall in deep thought, ---- clears her throat.

" What was Touya like?" ---- asks him.

" He was stubborn but never gave up, I miss him so much, so does Natsuo and my sister Fuyumi took it harder. He was told by my father that his quirk was too much for his body to handle, he never listened and wanted to be a Hero so bad.... in his anguish and ceaseless training his quirk spiraled out of control...." Shoto tells her.

" I am so sorry...." ---- sympathizes.

" All that was left of him was a piece of his lower jaw, his quirk burnt him to ash, he was so kind and loving to everyone and he wanted to be the best.... I miss him." Shoto continues.

" I'm sorry for your loss, I know the feeling all too well...." ---- nods.

" Someday I'll show you his shrine, it's very beautiful.... but you need rest, we can talk more later." Shoto tells ----.

" Ok.... I'll see you later." ---- nods and passes out from exhaustion.

Todoroki looks at her for a moment, her dark brown hair and slightly tan skin are rather pretty. Todoroki pulls the covers over her shoulder and tucks her in. He leaves her room and heads down to his friends, they turn and look at him and see his soaked clothing.

" Where have you been man?" Kaminari asks him.

" Making sure ---- got to her room, she is resting now." Todoroki explains.

" Is she ok?" Aoyama asks concerned.

" She is resting peacefully currently, she most likely wont be up for a while." Todoroki nods.

The rest of the class don't pry about her and just go about the rest of their day until the Quirk assessments tomorrow.

Its the end of the next school day and both Class 1A and 1B are brought to the training center, they see a person in a Hero costume standing with Mr. Aizawa, Present Mic and Ectoplasm. The outfit is sleek and looks like something for water combat, it is dark on the back and a little lighter in the front of the costume. The boots of the person are reminiscent of Selkies boots with the fins, they have gloves on with nanotech webbing between the fingers. The faceplate completely obscures who it is, they all stand at attention and wait for the teachers to speak.

" Hello everyone, you are probably wondering what is going on here and why I asked you to wear your outfits. Well next to us is Hydra, or you may know her as ----. This is her outfit she wore on active duty and is perfectly crafted to suit hers Quirks." Mr. Aizawa explains.

" Quirks?!" Tetsutetsu asks loudly.

" Yes similar to Shoto Todoroki ---- has duel Quirks, your jobs are to figure out what they are. One is more obvious then the other, she will be fighting you all." Mr. Aizawa nods.

" You can't be serious, all 41 of us verses her?" Shinso scoffs.

" Let's get this over with...." ---- sighs.

Stepping forward ---- undoes her weight belt around her waist, she removes her wrist weights and her leg weights as well. She tosses them all to the side and they make a large crater to the side, the students look in shock.

" Woah how much weight was that?!" Kirishima asks in shock.

" 454 kilograms, I'm ready to start." ---- sighs.

" The rules are simple, you each have a zip tie set of cuffs, you need to catch her to win, while she has to capture every single one of you. Should be easy right? Once captured you cant break the cuff you are out!" Present Mic explains.

" There is no way she can win, we have 41 unique and powerful Quirks on our side." Midoriya comments.

The teachers go above the training grounds and sit up in the rafters, the students watch ---- for a moment and see how calm she is.

" LET'S GET HER!" Tetsutetsu yells out.

" Wait that's not a good idea!" Kirishima yells to class 1B.

---- puts her arms out and focuses, the pipes in the facility burst and she quickly floods the arena. She manages to make the depth a little over 10 meters, all the other students have taken to high ground and see ---- is nowhere to be found.

" Shoji, Koda, Jiro, find her!" Midoriya tells them.

" Right!" They reply.

Using their Quirks they look for her but look in shock, they can't find her and can't sense her.

" I.... I can't hear her! Her heartbeat should be as clear as day but.... there is no heartbeat!" Jiro tell the others.

In a flash ---- breaches the water and grabs Jiro, the pair disappear in the water and everyone looks in horror.

" Jiro!" Some of them yell.

Jiro resurfaces with her hands bound, Ectoplasm quickly uses a clone to retrieve her. ---- quickly does the same to Shoji and Koda and captures them as well, the students back away from the water and try to think of a plan.

" Well what now Deku?!" Bakugo yells.

" I'm not sure yet, she is taking out our scouts to make sure we cant find her with ease. She can clearly control her heartbeat and pause it so she is not detected, she can obviously control water so that is one of her Quirks, the other we were told isn't obvious which means until she activates it we may not know what it is until we see it up close. But with ---- that is dangerous, she is clearly strong physically on her own. But her Quirks paired with her physical capabilities and her elite combat prowess make her a top tier threat." Midoriya explains.

" We need to get our strongest to attack in close combat." Sato recommends.

" It could work, Tetsutetsu, Kirishima draw her out but stay close so she is forced to confront you both." Midoriya suggests.

" You got it!" They shout in unison.

The pair go to a large plateau that is above water and wait, soon ---- flies out of the water and lands on the other side where they are standing.

" I'll charge first ok?" Tetsutetsu tells his friend.

" Right I'll be right behind you." Kirishima nods.

Tetsutetsu starts the charge, he hardens his body and charges at her, ---- rushes at Tetsutetsu and collides with him. Tetsutetsu is launched into a wall and groans, his metal shell cracked and he holds his head. They look and see ----, they look in shock when they see armor surrounding her arm that punched Tetsutetsu.

" What the hell is that?!" Mineta yells.

Shoto's eyes open wide and he realizes he has seen this already in a way, he remembers when she healed herself from the broken rib and punctured lung. Her ribcage repaired itself and her lung mended.

---- sees Kirishima charge next, ---- guards as Kirishima crashes against her. Kirishima pushes against her but recoils back in pain, they look and see bloody spikes erupt from her chest. Kirishima backs up and they watch as the armor on her arm absorbs back into her body along with the spikes on her chest. Her costume then heals from the damage she inflicted on it and everything is back to normal.

" Kirishima! Tetsutetsu! Get back!" Shoto yells.

" What the hell is that Quirk?!" Tetsutetsu growls.

" Tetsutetsu are you ok?" Kendo asks.

" Yah she hits like a truck." He holds his head.

" I saw this ability up close yesterday, she repaired her broken rib and punctured lung. I didn't think anything of it first but now I know, her other Quirk let's her control her body on a God like scale." Shoto explains.

" Correct Shoto.... my second Quirk is Cell Manipulation, my body can survive the most extreme heat and cold. I can survive sub freezing temperatures naked by modifying my skin cells to be frostbite proof and I can move and create new fat cells so I can put layers under my skin in key areas. I can survive the hottest deserts by extracting the water in the same fat cells and lipids, I can survive with no water for months and even make it so I don't get sunburnt. One of my greatest tricks is what you saw just now, I can create and manipulate my bones with ease." ---- explains.

" She is the ultimate survivalist." Iida gasps.

" What do you mean create bone?!" Midoriya asks.

" The human body has 205 bones, with me that number is much more negotiable. As I was speaking I made a new weapon just now...." ---- sighs out and grabs behind her.

They watch ---- bend forward and they see bone sticking out of her neck, ---- pulls out her spine and it forms spikes. Wielding it around the new weapon straightens and then acts like a whip at whim. Using her new weapon she grabs Tetsutetsu and dives in the water with him, a moment later he is bound and a clone grabs him.

" Todoroki freeze the water and see if you can stop her movements." Kendo suggests.

Todoroki nods and using his ice abilities he freezes the entire pool ---- created, Todoroki stops and they see no movement.

" I think that got her." Mina comments.

The sound of Ice cracking is heard, quickly the arena floods again the current sweeps up everyone and ---- is quick to bind everyone. She misses Todoroki who is above all the water, ---- drains the water from the arena and everyone is ok. She sees Todoroki land and come after her, ---- is quick to counter him and uses her spine blade against him.

" Come quietly Todoroki." ---- tells him.

" And miss out on this little dance we are in? You are a worthy challenge!" He smirks.

Shoto and ---- fight in close proximity and both grab a capture zip tie and capture one wrist from the other. Shoto and ---- stop fighting and breathe heavy, looking at their wrists they look up at the teachers.

" Uh Aizawa is this a tie or?" Present Mic asks.

" They both captured eachother so this will be called a stalemate." Mr. Aizawa tells them.

All the students are released and they walk over to ---- and Shoto, they cut the binds off and ---- stretches out.

" How did you hide from us like that that was incredible." Jiro asks.

" For short periods of time I can stop my pulse and heart while I move around, it's stressful on my body so I only do it for two minutes at most. My bones are the stars of my little trick though...." ---- explains.

Holding her arms out she creates bone blades that come out of the top of her forearm. Sucking them back into her body she takes her left forearm and breaks it over her knee. Everyone looks in horror at the broken limb.

" Relax it doesn't hurt that bad, watch I instantly heal my broken bones.... deep wounds hell I can even reattach my limbs." ---- extends a bone blade out.

---- cuts her right arm off at the elbow, the others look in horror and some retch. Mineta and Aoyama pass out but ---- grabs her arm and puts it back, they watch her Quirk in action as the arm flawlessly reattaches to her body.

" That Quirk is so powerful, having a duel Quirk makes you extremely powerful." Iida comments.

" It's not without it's issues, with my background and what I have seen.... my PTSD weakens me and I fear my Quirk can harm those around me, so I limit myself.... it also causes my PTSD to get worse if I'm not careful. My duel Quirks require me to see everything in front of me, I need to know where every piece is on the board and I need to know what each is capable of. I do not tolerate failure even on my end.... failure leads to death and I will have no more of that." ---- explains.

" Wait so you can go insane?" Kirishima asks sympathetically.

" No need to make it sound like I'll go off my rocker, but yah.... war is hell and I may be the same age as you all roughly but you kids don't have the mental constitution to deal with what I have seen. The world is a putrid place full of evil, you all need to get your ass's in gear and learn how to deal with the horrors you will face out there. Because if you don't you will never hack it as Hero's." ---- coldly tells them.

" Wait but you are going to be a Hero too what makes you act like you are any different from us?" Kendo asks.

" I'm not a Hero, I'm just a person doing the things I need to do, the things I have done don't classify me as a Hero.... I'm far from it in fact. I walk in the darkness so that others may see the light.... I'm going back to the dorms." ---- sighs out.

---- heads the dorms and the others just sigh out after that ordeal. Shoto watches ---- hold her head as she leaves, her shoulders are hunched and she seems troubled.

" Can you believe her?! She acts all high and mighty then leaves like a jerk." Kamakiri scoffs.

" Shut up loser that's our classmate." Bakugo snaps at him.

" She captured your dumbass too." Kamakiri laughs.

" Everyone shut up...." Shoto sighs out and leaves as well.

Shoto leaves and eventually catches up to ---- who is silent, Shoto says nothing and just walks back with her. ---- eyes slide over to him without turning her head, she looks straight forward and just sighs at his presence.

" You are clearly different from the others...." ---- comments.

" What do you mean?" Shoto asks.

" You were able to slip from my grip while I was able to grab the others, can't tell if I'm irritated or impressed." ---- grumbles.

" Are you always this mad?" Shoto asks her.

" Are you and the others always this intrusive?" ---- groans.

" S-sorry.... I saw you leave and you looked like you were having an issue mentally or emotionally.... just wanted to make sure my friend is ok." Shoto apologizes.

---- stops and looks at Shoto for a while, her gaze seems irritated but she is simply thinking about what he said. Her brow relaxes and she takes a deep breath before cracking her neck.

" Know what a bomb body is? Had some unpleasant memories and scents flood my senses earlier.... don't know what caused them though...." ---- comments.

" No what are those?" Shoto asks.

" Good.... trust me forget I said anything Todoroki...." ---- sighs and leaves him standing there.

---- leaves and Shoto goes back to the dorms with the others, he keeps thinking about what she said and it makes him overly curious as he is sitting with the others. Shoto pulls out his phone and searches up what a Bomb Body is, the images flash on his screen and he drops his phone. The others look over and see the horror on his face as he covers his mouth and retches. Kirishima grabs his phone and reacts the same way and looks in horror.

" Dude what the hell why are you looking at this?!" Kirishima asks him.

" I wanted to know what ---- was talking about, I asked her what was wrong and she said she had haunting memories about them come back.... I asked her what she meant but she said forget it and its good I don't know." Shoto explains.

" Jesus.... it says here kids are the better targets for these procedures.... what the hell is this?! Some messed up fucks actually do this to people?!" Bakugo yells.

" It says here that Bomb Bodies or Human Bombs can either be alive or dead, they are used by terrorist groups to harm civilians.... oh my.... ---- said she had flashbacks of these?" Momo asks.

" Yah.... no wonder she has walls up around her emotions." Shoto nods.

" Well we shouldn't say anything to her we don't need to trigger any negative feelings with her." Midoriya suggests.

---- walks into the room and Mineta sees her, she goes to the kitchen and grabs a juice and a glass for herself.

" Hey ---- what's the deal with Bomb Bodies?" Mineta asks.

Everyone looks in horror not knowing she walked in quietly, her eyes go wide and she doesn't blink. The glass drops from her hand and shatters, she begins to retch and bolts after Mineta. Her eyes have the intent to kill which gets Sero to grab her, the tape begins to give way and he quickly tapes more to her. The guys grab on to the tape and hold on for dear life. Shoto goes in front of her and holds her body back, they struggle to hold her still as she continues to go after Mineta.

" Momo can you make something to stop her?!" Midoriya asks.

" Here I got this!" She nods and pulls out a rag and bottle she has made.

Putting the contents of the bottle on the cloth she puts it over ---- nose and mouth. ---- begins to stumble, she begins to grumble and get dizzy.

" I'll kill you.... just like you killed.... Abdullah...." She slurs as she passes out.

" Abdullah? Who is Abdullah?" Kaminari asks.

" Not sure, but we need to get Mr. Aizawa immediately." Midoriya shrugs.

" I'll bring her to her room." Shoto tells them.

Sero removes the tape and Shoto brings her to her room again, Momo walks into her room with a heart monitor she made. They hook it up to ---- and Momo sits on the bed next to her.

" I did this to her so I am responsible for making sure she is ok, I'll be here with her until she wakes up ok?" Momo tells him.

" Of course, message us when she is awake." Shoto nods.

Walking back to the others he helps clean up the mess and things calm down, Sero helps seeing as it was his Quirk that was used to bind her. Everyone goes into their own routine and the dorm is once again quiet.

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