#who knows? they might even manage to befriend him if they promise to never kidnap his troops again

[trashgoblincreature]

happy thanksgiving to all who celebrate it. here have a shitpost

for context. i like to imagine octavio invites them over for dinner at some point in an attempt to make peace so they arent always at each other's throats, but soon realizes that wasnt exactly going to be much of a concern for him, anymore, anyways-

#splatoon #splatoon au #splatoon 3 #splatoon 2 #octo expansion #splatoon octo expansion #mr grizz #commander tartar #dj octavio #Moving Forward is the Future. #i love the idea of octavio realizing the ones hes trying to make peace with in order to keep them from ever bothering him again are now-- #--the most pathetic creatures he'll ever meet. they wanna live the rest of their lives normally just as much as he does at this point #and he'll just have to be like oh ok. i guess we're done trying to kill each other forever then- #who knows? they might even manage to befriend him if they promise to never kidnap his troops again #its still pretty unlikely he'll be on good terms with them that easily but yknow itd be a step in the right direction i think- #also im sorry if octavio doesnt look right. i had a different design but forgot where it was and had to go off memory :']

[nostalgiaruinedme]

Monster

Prompt: Mistreated by Authorities Fandom: TMNT 2012 Ao3 link: here Summary: After the Kraang and the Triceratons and the Shredder, the world is finally safe, save for the scars left behind. But humanity is looking for a scapegoat to blame all the tragedies on, and their gaze lands on the mutants. Now, every government in the world is after any and all mutants, but first and foremost, they want the turtles. And then the EPF capture Donatello.

First I’d like to thank the amazing @morikothehalfangel​ for beta reading this for me <3

I put way too much effort into researching the effects of torture by asphyxiation for this oneshot wow. I now know more about asphyxiation than I ever wanted to know but ~accuracy is important~

I mean I think it's accurate. I DID MY BEST OK and also I've been in the hospital because I couldn't breathe (asthma not torture i promise <3) so I based some of it a little on my own experiences, just amped up a billion percent.

Also I know a lot of people are like "THEY'RE TURTLES THEY CAN HOLD THEIR BREATH FOR A WHILE" but like- that's a great headcanon that I love reading about but considering they nearly did suffocate in that one episode where that one triceraton released all the air from their cell, I don't think it's canon. And even if it was canon I wanna write this so I'm disregarding it pff 

PLEASE mind the warnings in the summary. Don't read anything that will trigger you, take your safety first ok? That's more important than reading a fic.

Okay, that's all. Please enjoy! and suffer. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: - Self hatred - Depression - Asphyxiation - Torture - Briefly mentioned suicide attempt - 

Everyone is good at heart.

If you asked April 5 years ago what she thought about the inherent good or evilness of humanity, that would've been the answer she gave. A typical one, maybe, full of clichés and misplaced optimism, but it was also one she truly believed. Sure, sometimes that goodness had been shoved deep down and locked in a cage. Sometimes it was so long gone even its owner would forget it existed. Sometimes it was buried so deep not even god could tear it from its depths and bring it to the sunlight... but regardless, it was there, somewhere. To be good or not was just a matter of choice. Everyone was good at heart.

But that was then. And this was now. The time she believed in the goodness of all was before a time before a seething Casey Jones had marched into her apartment and shoved his phone into her face, a time before he said nothing as she read the article on the screen, her confusion slowly morphing into absolute horror.

"Mutant Responsible for Destruction of City Finally Apprehended", it read, and below that deceptive headline was a photo of someone she knew all too well. His mask was gone, one eye bruised shut, and a hand outstretched towards whoever was holding the camera in a last ditch effort to hide his face. It had been a fruitless endeavor, unfortunately; five more photos followed, and April had no doubt in her mind that there were plenty more in circulation elsewhere. Every news station in New York—no, scratch that; every news station in the country was rushing to cover this story, and probably a few hundred more channels across the world as well. It was big news after all. After years of trying to catch the so-called evil mutants the public had taken to blame for all of their problems, they finally got one of them. It didn't matter how wrong the stories were... the people who caught him were going to be praised as heroes. 

"They got Donnie."

Casey's words weren't necessary—April easily recognized who was in the photo—but hearing them still made her breath hitch, all hope of this being a dream or imagined crashing down around her. This was all too real. Humans capturing the four brothers had always been a danger, they knew that, but to actually have it happen to one of them...

April guessed that after Tokka returned to Earth three years ago, they should've seen it coming. Bishop had tried his hardest to repair the Utrom's relationship with humanity, specifically the Earth Protection Force in this case, and had very nearly succeeded too. But the officials he was working with were stubborn, and after seeing the turtles in action themselves, they were terrified. It didn't matter that they had been working to save them or that they weren't the bad guys; those damn officials only saw a powerful threat they couldn't control. 

They were evil men. And evil destroys what it can't control.

So they shattered what was left of the Utrom council's relations with humanity, and ensured the rest of the world did too. And then they used Earth's real saviors as scapegoats.

Aliens coming to Earth, capturing humanity countless times and mutating them into mindless slaves? The mutants' faults. The destroyed buildings and sounds of fighting and screaming all night long? The mutants' faults. The increase in robberies and kidnappings by inhumane creatures and robotic ninjas? The mutants' faults. Giant alien turtle lighting New York on fire? Mutants' fault. Dinosaurs invading? Mutants' fault. Ghosts rising? Mutants' fault. Cultish whispers? Mutants. It was all their fault.

And at the front of it all, they blamed the turtles specifically.

The four brothers pretended they didn't care. All of them. Mikey just joked about it, claiming those humans were clearly just jealous they couldn't save the Earth like they did. Raph got angry, obviously, but he pretended it was because of just 'humans in general', and that the accusations weren't hitting as hard as everyone knew they were. Leo used this to reason that they just needed to try harder and save more people... If they did more good, he said, people would speak up to defend them. He never quite managed to hide the hurt that came when no one did.

And Donnie... Donnie took all the allegations right to the heart.

He buried himself in inventions, the only one of his brothers who didn't seem to suffocate from the isolation, and never spoke of it. April tried to talk to him and Casey did too. Both were all too aware of the thoughts Donnie had about himself. While his brothers had their own insecurities, Donnie held the worst ones about just what he was. A Monster, he believed, despite their assurances he was anything but. This situation just made it all worse. 

And then Donnie left the lair by himself. He'd gotten himself captured.

"What about his brothers?" April whispered, eyes still locked on the article. Casey sighed.

"They're obviously panicking... Leo's planning a rescue mission tonight, and Raph massacred his punch dummy and Mikey's trying to keep both of them from going on a suicide solo mission right now, in the daylight. It's not looking too good, Red, this isn't like any other time..."

It wasn't. They'd all been captured by the enemy before, but that was by underground organizations and alien terrorists and chaotic mutants. This was more than that. Donnie had been arrested by the EPF, a military organization... if you could even call it an arrest. He sure as hell wasn't gonna get a lawyer, that was for sure, and he'd probably be turned over to scientists the second he refused to tell them anything useful. This wasn't something they could just sneak into, fix, and then be on their way.

This was the entire United States government they had to go up again.

"We gotta get him out of there," April said, pushing the phone away. She couldn't look at it for another second. "He's barely been gone a day and his face is plastered everywhere online, we don't have a lot of time. When are the guys planning on going?"

"Right before sundown, so in about an hour," Casey said, returning his phone to his pocket. "I don't know what Leo's got planned, but we have just enough time to get ready and I told them we'd meet them there."

April nodded firmly, without even a hint of hesitance. 

"Let's get going."

***

When Donatello was little, he liked to pretend there was a monster living under his bed.

A common nightmare among children, he knew what it was. Most children feared what lived under their bed, and when they did think there was one hiding there... it wasn't because they wanted it there; it was because they hated the idea. They would beg their parents to run into the room and shine a flashlight underneath, to hug them tightly and assure them that monsters weren't real, it's all in your head. Some braver children might even get up to check themselves, armed with a foam sword or a plastic spear, bravely embarking on a quest to kill the monster, for it was an enemy.

But to Donnie, the imagined monster under his bed wasn't hated. It was a friend. It was someone like him.

The fear of being a monster had started within the turtle when he was small, when he first started learning about the world above him. His brothers had found mankind interesting, sure, but it was he who wanted to know everything about them. What were their kids like? What did they eat? Why did they live so close to the sky? How did they look? How come they couldn't meet them? These were the questions that he'd sneak into Splinter's room for answers to long after his brothers had gone to sleep. 

Because Donnie wanted answers, and his curiosity would never be satisfied until he knew all there was to know.

But as Donatello's knowledge grew, so did his own insecurities. He now knew what human children were like (different from him). He now knew why they couldn't meet them (they would be terrified). Because Donnie was a mutant. He was the scary monster they imagined under their beds, the one they wanted their parents to protect them from... He was what they feared.

So he took comfort in imagining his own monster under his bed, one that was even scarier than him. But he never hated or feared this monster. No, he wouldn't be like the human children. It didn't matter how scary this monster was, he decided, he would befriend and love it no matter how it looked. Because he was a monster too, and monsters had to stick together, right?

It only took a few years longer for Donnie to stop pretending he had a monster hiding under his bed (though he still took comfort in the thought every once in a while), but it took him much, much longer to stop thinking of himself as one. So many nights of sitting beside Casey and April, both assuring him he was anything but, and so many long years of doubting his place in their lives. It took determination on all three's part but eventually, he even saw himself as something normal, someone who could actually fit in their tiny group of three instead of the monstrous invader they swore he wasn't.

"We want you in this too," April had sworn, and Casey confessed the same only moments later. Donnie had cried. A day later, he finally believed them, and the three started the happiest relationship of their lives. He finally found himself fitting in, and finally, finally... he thought he had defeated his thoughts.

But that was then, and this was now.

He stood still as dozens of curious, terrified, and disgusted eyes watched him, some trying to get the best look while others tried to distract themselves from his existence. Never before in his life did he feel more like a monster than he did now. All of his progress had been destroyed.

Donnie stared at the men surrounding him on all sides, cursing the glass prison they kept him in. They didn't even let him have enough dignity to keep him in a normal, dusty, dirty cell with corners, did they? No, they had to keep him in a round glass one like some animal, one they could keep a constant watch over from all sides. He couldn't hide anywhere. He had to stand there in the silence.

Donnie wanted nothing more than to hide in his shell just to get away from the prying eyes. But that wasn't normal, was it? He knew that'd only make them stare even harder.

He wished they'd say something. The EPF had taken him, fair enough—Donnie knew they had been after them for months now. But instead of the torture, lifelong prison sentence, scientific experiments, or questioning he had expected, there was... nothing. After the tranquilizer they had shot him wore off, he'd been shoved in this stupid cell and left there for at least 6 hours now. Guards and various EPF staff watched him, spoke in hushed whispers about him and made a few phone calls, and even took a few photos, but that was it. They hadn't spoken a word to him.

Donatello didn't know whether to be relieved or horrified about that. He just wanted to go home.

"Come on, guys..." Donnie muttered, eyes focused on the single window in the room. It was starting to get dark out; his brothers should be coming soon, right? They were at least ready to go by now, if they weren't already on their way. He just had to be patient. "Please hurry..."

"There you are." 

Donnie quickly turned around, cursing himself for not realizing that someone had snuck up behind him.  To be fair, he had felt watched from all directions since the moment he had woken up, and still did, so one more set of eyes hadn't been much different, but even so... He was a ninja, damn it! He should have realized that someone had approached his cage before they even said anything.

There stood one of the EPF officers, clearly one of their higher-ups, judging by the many many badges he wore on his chest. He had a grim look on his face, yet a hint of satisfaction was hidden in his eyes behind the frown on his lips. Though Donnie didn't know him, he could tell just by looking at him that this was not a good man; he was a man out for power and without sympathy. 

Donnie folded his arms across his plastron defensively and met his eyes. However, he was still upset about being given the silent treatment for three hours, so he didn't bother to reply. 

They hadn't answered him, so why should he answer them?

"Not a big talker, huh? That's alright." The man said, voice matter-of-fact and calm as could be. "As long as you answer my questions, we won't have a problem, mutant. You don't have to talk any more than that, I promise."

Donnie clenched his teeth. The man smiled.

"You and those other turtles have been on the run for quite some time, haven't you?" He continued, hands behind his back. "I understand you four may not have much experience with the law, as you have been completely disregarding it for years now... but that's not something that's allowed.

"You're wanted by every government and legal system in the world for your crimes against humanity. You've nearly caused the extinction of mankind a dozen times over, yet you refuse to face consequences for your actions. On one hand, I see why you'd be scared to get caught for that, but it's still quite dishonorable, avoiding justice like that. You're running from the law. What should one make of that, mutant?"

'That you're all ungrateful pieces of shit,' Donnie thought, but managed to keep to himself. They nearly sacrificed their very lives just to save this stupid planet, yet here they were blaming him for it. He couldn't keep the scowl off of his face as the man continued to stare, though, no matter how hard he fought to keep his expression blank.

"It's not safe to let you continue to wander the Earth on your own. You'll try and kill us all again, and that's an international threat we can't let slide. But," The man leaned forward slightly, placing a hand over his heart as a sign of trust that Donatello knew better than to believe, "I am a very powerful man. You tell me where we can find the rest of those responsible, and I'll make sure you and the other mutants live a decent life. In captivity, of course, I can't change that, but it will be relatively peaceful."

Donatello tried to calm his breathing, keeping his mouth firmly shut. He didn't give a damn what this man would say; he'd never give up his brothers' locations—who did he think he was? He wouldn't tell him where any of the other mutants he knew were either. The EPF could do whatever they wanted with him... He'd never speak a word.

"Of course, there's other ways to get information out of you," The man continued, voice overbearingly calm and carefree. "Maybe not on where those other freaks are hiding. But there's plenty to learn from mutants' very existence, isn't there?" He grinned. His teeth were white and clear, just perfect enough to hide the rotting soul inside.

"We released your photos to the press already. Can you believe how many labs have offered hundreds of millions, one or two even billions, for you? We're still getting calls and emails as we speak."

Donatello was no idiot, he could have guessed that had happened already. But hearing it... He tensed, hoping the man couldn't see the fear he knew was already apparent on his face. He just had to ignore him. His threats wouldn't mean anything; his brothers would be there soon to save him, way before they could even consider doing that for real.

Besides, the EPF had spent months searching for and trying to capture him. Surely, they wouldn't just sell him off to the highest bidder that easily...

Right?

"Still not talking?" The man's expression darkened, "You don't understand just how much trouble you're in, do you? You're going to pay for what you and the rest of the mutants have done to humanity; I don't care whether you actually feel guilty for it or not. You will be sorry, Mutant."

"Donatello."

"What?"

"My name's Donatello," Donnie hissed out, too angry to even care that he broke his attempt at silence. "Stop calling me that when I have a name."

"I can call you whatever I damn well please, freak," The man replied, pointing a finger at him as though he were lecturing him, "You're lucky I'm even speaking to you right now. Everyone else I spoke to figured said it'd be pointless, and we should just ship you off right now. Mutant, I don't think you realize just how lucky you've been because of me. In fact, you oughta be thanking me."

Even the damn Foot Clan called them by their names, Donnie realized bitterly. Even the Foot treated them with more dignity than these people.

"The decision hasn't been made yet, but the Earth Protection Force is still deciding what to do with you. We've recently built a new high-security prison for mutants specifically in mind, and that had been the plan all along. However, we could always use the money we'd get from your bidders to upgrade it and arrest more-"

"We didn't do any of it!" Donnie couldn't take it anymore. He knew arguing was pointless and he knew it was probably what the man wanted, but he didn't care. "We saved the world, you- my brothers and I were the ones who stopped all that shit from happening! We saved Earth when you and the entire Earth Protection Force couldn't!"

"That's not how I remember it."

"Bullshit! You know you're all lying!"

"Memories are subjective," The man said, "However, the general consensus among the government, public, and us has been that the Kraang backed off due to our brief but effective alliance with the Utrom. The Triceratons-"

"You just want a damn scapegoat because you kept failing!" Donnie exclaimed, slamming his fist onto the glass walls in anger, teeth barred in rage and desperation. He knew his words were falling on deaf ears, but he couldn't take these lies. "We beat them! Not the EPF! We brought all the humans back from Dimension X and saved you all from the Kraang's mind control while you guys did nothing! We stopped the Triceratons! Me and my family nearly died—no, actually some of us did die—just trying to save the planet! The humans who did help us had nothing to do with you guys and it's because of us that you're even breathing right now! We-"

Donnie choked.

While he was shouted, the man had pressed some button, and it turned out the cursed dome he was in had more uses than just keeping him in one place after all. It started with a hissing noise from above and seconds later, a burning in his lungs. He gasped as the air turned frigid, the oxygen escaping from his grasp before he even realized what was happening. His hands flew to his throat. He couldn't breathe.

He fell to his knees harshly, ignoring the pain that came with it—all of his gear, including his knee pads, had been taken before he'd woken up—and clawed at his neck. Out of the corner of Donnie's eyes, he could see the satisfied gleam in the man’s eyes as struggled, gasping for air that just wasn't there. The edges of his vision flashed black.

But just before he passed out, the hissing changed and the air came back. Donnie gasped and inhaled with relief, savoring the feeling he hated that he still took for granted after how many times it had been taken away from him. He could breathe. He didn't bother rising from where he knelt.

"Tell me, Mutant," The man's voice was cold, and Donnie felt a shiver run down his spine. "Why would a monster sacrifice all that for the human race?"

Donnie didn't know.

"Well?" The man said, "That wasn't a rhetorical question. Answer me!"

"Earth's... it's ours too," Donnie hissed out, clenching his fists, "It's... it's just as much ours as... as yours."

"Is that so?" Donnie wanted to nod, to say yes, but he was frozen. Or at least, it felt like that. Humiliated and weak and terrified, Donnie wondered if they had paralyzed him when he wasn't paying attention... But he knew the only thing keeping him from moving was his own damn mind.

"I think you know as well as I do the Earth wasn't built for freaks like you," The man said, "And we sure as hell aren't going to let you just steal it from us. Not while I'm here, and not anytime soon after, you hear me? Earth's ours. It always has been."

Donnie felt a wave of relief wash over him when he turned, preparing to leave. He was still trapped in hell, but at let no one would talk down to him more if the man wasn't here... no privacy or not, it was better than nothing.

But then, the man stopped, tilting his head in thought. He turned back around and addressed another person on the other side of the room.

"Lower the oxygen percentage. Keep it just high enough so it doesn't pass out, but I want it as low as possible without that happening."

He walked away just as the hissing began, and Donnie couldn't help the tears from forming.

***

Two weeks.

Casey couldn't believe it had already been two full weeks since they'd last seen Donnie. How could they have let this have gone on for so long? They should have gotten him back days ago! But no, the calendar didn't lie; it had been fourteen days.

Fourteen days since they'd seen his gap-toothed smile. Fourteen days since the EPF had so cruelly snatched him from his patrol. Fourteen days since they kidnapped him and did who knows what with him. Fourteen days since they'd locked him away.

Thirteen days since they had first tried to get him back.

Casey grimaced at the memories. The first mission had been a failure, as had the second and third ones. Each building had been a fake one, framed as the place where they imprisoned mutants but really only a distraction. Donnie had never stepped foot in any of them... and with each trap they landed in, the team grew more and more desperate. Angrier and angrier. More and more heartbroken.

Casey hated it. 

"What do we do, Red?" He asked April one night, sitting on the ledge of a roof and tossing a pebble off of it. It landed on a trashcan below with a satisfying clink, a sound that usually would've elicited a grin from Casey if it weren't for the circumstances. How could they have failed so much?

"I really don't know," April sighed, shaking her head, "We've searched everywhere in the city. I don't think they've sent him off somewhere, since I can still sense him in the city... but I have no idea where. I can't pinpoint him."

Casey looked out across the city, eyes sweeping over every building lining the distance. Though he knew it wasn't exactly true, it had felt like he'd searched every single one of them by now from top to bottom. Why couldn't they find Donnie? How many hideouts did the Earth Protection Force have anyways? So many in the city seemed excessive. Surely, they couldn't be hiding too many more.

Casey's gaze turned towards the water as the sun hovered over the horizon, casting beautiful crystals of light over everything it touched. It reflected off of the waves and met Casey's eyes, lighting them up gold.

And as they did, an idea lit up in his mind.

"April," He said, spinning around to face her, eyes wide and jaw slack, "What if we're looking in the wrong place?"

April frowned, folding her arms across her chest. "What do you mean?"

"They already know we know about all their buildings and hideouts in the city," Casey said, words tumbling from his mouth in a rush, "So why would they hide him somewhere we could find him? I'd guess they took him out of the city or even country, but you said you still sense him here. You know what that means?"

April shook her head. Casey rose to his feet, standing tall as he raised his arm and pointed towards the waters surrounding Manhattan.

"I bet they're hiding him out there, on a ship." 

***

Donnie lost track of the days.

He'd tried to keep count, he really did. But there were no windows and no visible clocks, and each second spent in that damned dome felt like years. The circumstances inside didn't make it any easier to keep his mind clear.

Yes, the man had been true to his word and kept the air as unbreathable as was possible. His limbs were weighted and every movement took so much effort; speaking wasn't even an option. Even something as simple as thinking seemed nearly impossible when one was suffocating, and Donnie had no idea how to escape, not with how thick the walls were and how guarded he was. It wasn't normal glass, it was something special, something he couldn't break. All he could do was choke on nothing.

But he wasn't stupid. As impossible as the situation was, he tried to make do.  He sat still and folded his legs, staying still and remembering the breathing techniques Splinter had taught him, just like they had when the Triceratons had tried to suffocate them.

At first, it had worked, but then the men caught on. They lowered the amount of oxygen he was getting even more and spoke loudly of their plans for him as a mutant, purposefully destroying his concentration with panic and anxiety. Meditation was impossible.

And even if it wasn't? Even breathing techniques couldn't save him from suffocation that lasted for hours on end.

So Donnie would gasp and claw at nothing, pleading internally for the air to return yet being met with no answer but amused chuckles. The sides of his vision would flash black and slowly grow until he was this close to passing out and ready to feel the sweet release of unconsciousness—Donnie started looking forward to that time when he could get a few short seconds of nothingness before he felt like he was dying again. Just take him away already!

But then, the second they noticed he was unconscious, the air would return all at once. Donnie would fling up from where he was laying and inhale the precious, beautifully crisp air with more appreciation than he'd known was possible. He knew it was just to keep him from dying on them and to keep him awake to suffer even longer, but he could never keep the relieved sigh from escaping his lips.

"So," The man would always approach him around this time, the same disgusting human every time. "Are you ready to tell me where the other mutants are?"

And every time, Donnie would only reply with an adamant shake of his head and narrowed eyes filled with false confidence. The man never stayed much longer after that. He would only shake his head in disapproval, mutter something along the lines of "those damn mutants..." or something about them being criminals, then he'd turn and walk away. The hissing would start not too long after that.

And the process would repeat.

On the fifth day, he really did pass out, and they were forced to give him a few hours to breathe properly, lest they gain a corpse replace their hostage. He didn't bother moving from the floor, feeling nothing yet too much all at once. He didn't think, only longed for his family's rescue.

On the tenth day, the man opened the cage long enough to walk inside and slap him once, twice, and scream in his face. 'Monster!' he screamed, 'Murderer!'

Donnie didn't react. The man was out of shape and old, someone Donnie knew he could normally take out without breaking a sweat. But after four days of struggling for a single breath, he didn't have the energy to do anything but stare.

At least he couldn't think enough to agree with his accusations.

On the thirteenth and fourteenth days, Donnie didn't bother moving once. Most of those 48 hours were spent zoned out and unaware of the passage of time. You could tell him it had only been an hour, or even that it had been three weeks; he'd have believed you either way.

On the eighteenth day, Donnie realized they weren't coming.

The men gagged him before he could bite his tongue hard enough.

***

It should have been obvious.

Staring at the ship now, April wondered how the hell no one on the team had thought of it before. Of course, the EPF would expect them to search their usual hideouts! Of course, they'd be ready for that! They wasted so much time searching the places they knew about that they had just... forgotten that this was more than just another gang or mafia or clan. This was a government agency with resources beyond imagination, they didn't have to reuse the same locations again and again and again.

April was just thankful they had stayed in New York. 

"We go in, but we're focusing on stealth," Leo instructed his team—Mikey, Raph, Karai, Shini, April, and Casey—and pointed towards the ship, "We're not trying to take them out. Getting Donnie out is our first priority."

"No objections there," April replied, holding onto her tessen tightly. Casey scoffed from behind her.

"Yeah, definitely agree," He said, "But the second he's out, I'm burning the whole ship down."

"And everyone aboard responsible," Raph added on, eyes dark. Karai nodded in agreement while Shini grinned with delight.

Neither Leo nor Mikey had anything to say against that. Neither did April. 

***

The air came back sooner than usual for Donnie this time.

He wasn't entirely sure why, usually it took a lot longer for them to give him a break. Or maybe it had been longer than he'd realized? Time was a strange thing, after all, and Donnie knew that he'd been out of it for a while. 

He should probably stop questioning it and just be thankful for the brief break.

But now hands were on him, shaking him by the shoulders and screaming in his ears. What were they even saying? Donnie didn't know; tuning them out was easier. He was just tired of hearing the threats against his brothers and his family and friends and accusations. They could do what he wanted with him—he didn't care anymore.

But then they screamed again, and Donnie tried to focus, because the word they were saying over and over again was so foreign, yet so familiar. It was something he hadn't heard in a long time... wait, were they-

"Donnie!"

The man never said his name.

Donnie blinked several times, looking up and trying so desperately to see who it was. He distantly felt them remove the gag, though he knew he wasn't going to talk anyways, not with how dry his mouth was. 

"He's alive," A voice cried out, shaking with relief. He wished he knew who it was, but try as he might, he couldn't make his vision come into focus. All there was was blurs of lights and colors, distant faces, and tears (though he wasn't sure if they were his or not). Green and black and red and orange and blue and more black and gray and yellow... He weakly reached out towards them.

Someone took his hand, squeezing it tightly. He wasn't sure who, but he was suddenly filled with an unbelievable wave of trust and peace.

For the first time in a long time, he felt okay.

Someone picked him up and suddenly, the lights and colors were changing, and he was moving. He blinked and he was outside and then he was sat down outside.

He blinked again, and finally, he could see the stars.

"Donnie?" A voice asked, and he finally recognized it. "Can you hear me?"

April.

He weakly nodded yes, and Casey was there too, grabbing his hand. Mikey sat right next to him. 

He tried to sit up, still savoring the beautiful night air, never before appreciating the air of New York City as much as he did at that moment. But something else was on his mind; where were the others? Where were Leo and Raph? Where were the others he knew he saw with them?

"Hey, calm down Love, they're okay," Casey quickly calmed him down, tightening his hold on his hand. Donnie shook his head.

"W-where?" 

"They're just finishing up something," Mikey promised, wrapping his arms around his brother in a tight hug. "They'll be out soon."

Donnie nodded, finally with someone he knew he could trust the words of. He breathed in deeply, and looked back forward, out to the ship he now realized he must have been on.

And just as he caught sight of it, a brilliant light erupted from the ship, a radiant explosion of reds and oranges and yellows, casting the same colors across the waves. Fire spread across the deck that was left. From the corner of his eye, he could see his brothers and Karai and Shini approaching, having finally finished their mission, but Donnie could only keep his eyes on the destruction behind them. Donnie imagined that he could hear the man's screams through the wreckage, though he knew individually, he couldn't; they must have been drowned out by the cries of everyone still aboard.

The fire raged on. It was a sight of pain and death and destruction, one that only a monster would take delight in to watch.

And Donnie smiled.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tw torture #tw asphyxiation #tw suffocation #tw suicide mention #tw suicide attempt #tw self hatred #tw depression #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt capriltello #tmnt 2012 donatello

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Got any friendship platonic yan Tale, Fell, Swap, Swapfell, Fellswap and Storyshift Asriel, Chara, Frisk and MK?

YANDERE UNDERTALE CHARA AS A FRIEND: ~ Chara is a very fussy person. She is always angry and shows no sign of actually liking you, but she actually is very attached to you. If you would ever get angry with her, she would probably apologize and ask you to keep being friends with her.

~She is the first one to kill anyone that bullies you. You are her friend and she is the only one who can make fun of you. Anyone else who tries will end up dying a mysterious and painful death.

~ “Listen to me, alright? You are my friend and I’ll protect you! So, if anyone is making fun of you, just tell me and I’ll teach them what happens when you make fun of my friends”

~Chara is very possessive and will make sure that everyone knows that you are her friend, that is why the chance of you actually finding a lover is pretty low.

~ “Why are you sad? Lovers are shitty anyway. Friendships are much better, and last longer!”

YANDERE UNDERTALE ASRIEL AS A FRIEND:

~Asriel would spend most of his time with you, always following after you if you would be busy with something. He just doesn’t want to leave you, because he doesn’t feel good when you are not around him. You are the only fun and interesting person, except for Chara.

~He would invite you to hang out with him and Chara quite a lot and he would probably ask you to sleepover at his place quite a bit because he doesn’t want to be far from you.

~ “Come on, pleaseee! It’s going to be fun, I promise!! I got a few new video games, we can play them!”

~Because his older sister is quite dangerous, whenever you would tell him someone is annoying you or is bullying you, he will make sure to tell Chara, so she could take care of it.

~ “Don’t worry anymore! Now, do you want to grab that nice cream or not?”

YANDERE UNDERTALE FRISK AS A FRIEND:

~A quite yet kid person, Frisk actually is pretty selfish. Every single time you would start to stray from her, she would reset to try again. If you ever find a lover, she would reset and kill that person, so you wouldn’t ever think of leaving her behind.

~Frisk would keep doing that over and over again, without any regard for anyone. It’s no wonder that Sans actually hates her and most humans. He just doesn’t trust them anymore and for good reasons.

~ “Hey, let’s get something tasty together, okay?”

~If she sees that killing people isn’t going to help, she will start spreading nasty rumors about you, before only she would be around you, and you would have no choice but stay with her.

~ “Don’t worry, I won’t ever leave you! I’m your best friend, am I not?”

YANDERE UNDERTALE MONSTER KID AS A FRIEND:

~No matter where you are, Mickey is always there. He always finds where you are, and will always approach you to be with you. The reason? Because he is a complete and utter stalker. He had been using his skills on Undyne before, but now that he has such a great friend like yourself, why would he ever need Undyne?

~Mickey is also your biggest fan! He knows absolutely everything about you. Even things that only you know. That is, again, because he is a stalker, and managed to get a lot of information from other people about you. He knows that’s not really good, but he really wants to be your best friend!

~ “Oh, don’t worry bestie! I already got you this! I just thought you would like this!!”

~No matter what you would do, you just can’t get rid of Mickey. And if you ever ask help from someone else, they will just not believe you because Mickey just seems such a good person. Besides, he doesn’t have legs, and his magic is pretty weak. What could he ever do to you?

~ “Maaan! You sure are fast! Okay, let’s not play tag anymore, okay? I hurt myself while running! You know I’m clumsy, you meanie!!”

YANDERE UNDERFELL CHARA AS A FRIEND:

~Dessy is actually a very good friend, as hard as it might be to believe it. Unlike with a lover, Dessy really appreciates friends. Not many people want to be friends with her, so you wanting to befriend her would mean the world to her.

~She would spend a lot of time with you and would use her connections to make your life at least a little bit easier. She would also try her best to make you understand that the rumors about her are only for lovers and not her friends.

~ “Thank you for being my friend. I was tired of just being friends with the dogs...”

~If you both are underground, Dessy will make sure that all the bad things you will do will be hidden, so no one else would know about it.

~ “Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? It’s just a secret between us two! To make our friendship stronger, alright?”

YANDERE UNDERFELL ASRIEL AS A FRIEND:

~The moment you two become friends, Tuscan would introduce you to his older sister, Dessy. There are two reasons why he would do that. One is that he wants Dessy to know that you are off-limits for killing, and second, he wants you to understand how great she actually is so you could help him fight the rumors that are spread about her. He really is obsessed with his older sister, and now he is obsessed with you too.

~You and Dessy are his dearest people, and he will make sure that everyone knows that if they mess with you, he will kill them in the most painful way possible and Dessy will eat their dead carcass/pile of dust.

~ “Don’t worry. No one will make fun of you and get to get out alive, you hear me?”

~If you start to stray from him, chances are that he will get his sister to kidnap you and keep you in their basement. He just knows that with them both you will be safe. Just please ignore your cellmate. That’s Dessy’s meal.

~ “Stop struggling! This is for the best! The sooner you realize this, the better it will be!”

YANDERE UNDERFELL FRISK AS A FRIEND:

~Fawn would probably always complain about monsters to you. Saying how disgusting they are and that they should return from where they came, saying that she hated how they were now alive. 

~If you are a monster too, she would tell you that you are lucky you are her friend, or else she would kill you from how disgusting you actually are and look.

~ “Only reason you are still alive, monster, is because you are needed”

~Even with her cruel words, she will probably not kill you, but instead, keep you as her pet in Dessy’s basement, where she lives. Do ignore the other two residents there. One is Dessy’s meal and the other is Tuscan’s friend.

~ “Behave or you’ll be the next meal of my caretaker over there!”

YANDERE UNDERFELL MONSTER KID AS A FRIEND:

~Penny would probably be a little bit unsure about being friends with you. You see, she’s friends with Fawn, and she’s not sure if the girl would actually spare you or not. But outside of that, Penny would be very controlling of your life.

~Penny would want to know everything about your life and what you are doing. She needs to know or else she will drive herself insane. If you won’t follow the rules she gives you, she will need to ask Fawn to hurt you.

~ “You are my friend, but if you don’t follow the rules, I’ll tell Fawn, and she will happily hurt you...”

~Penny will soon start filtering who you can talk with, who you can be friends with and anyone she doesn’t approve of will be killed off by Fawn. 

~ “I told you to stop being friends with them. It’s your fault they died. Stop crying”

YANDERE UNDERSWAP CHARA AS A FRIEND:

~Cinnamon was such a sweetheart, wasn’t she? The best friend you could ever have, but why were all your other friends dying? Well, of course, because Cinnamon wasn’t as good as she liked to fake being.

~Like Frisk, Cinnamon was cruel and selfish, but she hid it behind a smile and a cheerful facade. It was always her who would start the genocide runs and not Buttercup.

~ “Well, I’m not going anywhere! Don’t worry!”

~She will threaten people to leave you alone and get Stretch and Lucky to do the dirty work for her too, in case someone is too strong for her alone.

~ “Don’t worry! Things will be better now, I promise!”

YANDERE UNDERSWAP ASRIEL AS A FRIEND:

~Tawny was honestly a funny guy. And he wasn’t bad at all at the beginning. Just a guy with big dreams and a wish for his parents to stop fighting and get back together. The fact that he was of the same monster species as the king and queen also would get things pretty confusing!

~Tawny would start to change when he would notice you straying away from him. He was the best friend you could ever want, why where you left him? No, don’t go, please. He’s alone without you...

~ “I promise I’ll be better! Please don’t go away...”

~Tawny would be desperate and he would probably kidnap you. He never did something like this, so he was afraid. Afraid of ruining your friendship completely.

~ “I-I promise to let you go, but for now, you need to stop screaming!”

YANDERE UNDERSWAP FRISK AS A FRIEND:

~Buttercup was quiet but a good friend. She always made sure to help you and stood up to you when you would be bullied. In general, she was the best friend you could ever have. 

~Because of her ghostly form, she would probably make it a habit to follow you around, and making sure that no one is hurting you. She would never kill someone, but she can always scare them away from you.

~ “Oh? They stopped harassing you? That’s great, isn’t it?”

~ She is one of the better people to be friends with because she actually is a true pacifist, so even as a yandere, she would never kill anyone and would make sure to keep you safe and happy.

~ “You’re the greatest, you know that?”

YANDERE UNDERSWAP MONSTER KID AS A FRIEND:

~Cantaloupe is a serious person, but also very gentle when you get to know him. He rarely ever goes out anywhere, so he is very thankful to have you as his friend.

~His favorite thing to do would always spoil you in riches as much as possible. He knew that buying things for others wasn’t going to gain him true friendship but he felt like you actually wanted to be friends with him.

~ “Hey... heard you wanted this... Here you go”

~Cantaloupe would probably scare most of the other people away from you, as he was the heir and no one wanted to mess with someone related to the heir.

~ “I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to make you have no other friends... Want to play with me?”

YANDERE SWAPFELL CHARA AS A FRIEND:

~Pitch is the most cheerful and kind person that you will ever find. He’s absolutely great, and there is no way around it. But the problem is that he doesn’t realize when he is hurting people. Because of that, Pitch doesn’t have any other friends outside of you and Mutt, who doesn’t usually mind being hurt, and tells him when he is doing something bad.

~Pitch would probably invite you to hang out with him and Mutt all the time, having a lot of sleepovers and in general, having a lot of fun together. 

~ “Man, I’m so glad you two are my friends! You are the greatest!”

~Sadly... Pitch gets jealous very easily. If he sees you talking with someone else, he is more than likely going to accidentally snap the necks of the person, not being able to believe that someone dared to take your time away from him!

~ “How rude! Anyways, wanna hang with me and Mutt?”

YANDERE SWAPFELL ASRIEL AS A FRIEND:

~Cobalt is a very collected and quiet young man. Because of that, he is usually seen as very boring, so not many people are around him. But he is very strong, so with him, you will always be protected from anyone who might try to get free exp from you.

~Cobalt will probably follow you around, quietly, and without asking for your permission, all the time whenever he is not busy with his work. And when he is busy, he does track you with his magic.

~ “... Don’t go to Waterfalls... It’s dangerous there”

~Cobalt tries to not kill people, but he does hurt them very badly if they try to hurt you too. But he’ll mostly do it so you don’t see it. He doesn’t want you to think badly of him.

~ “... Are you okay?”

YANDERE SWAPFELL FRISK AS A FRIEND:

~Chartreuse was... well, he is very controlling. You are his, no matter if you are just his friend, enemy, or lover. The moment you get to know him, you are naturally his property. 

~His position as the next king really has gotten to his head, as he doesn’t care about what you want or how you feel about him controlling so much of your life.

~ “I’m the prince and future ruler of the monster race. Do not defy me, or you will be executed”

~He will get everyone you know executed almost immediately after befriending you and then moving you to the castle, where he knows how you are all the time.

~ “From this day on, you are my property. Do not defy my word or you will die like everyone you knew”

YANDERE SWAPFELL MONSTER KID AS A FRIEND:

~Peacock wasn’t always so bad, but because of her older brother, she has learned that the only way to get what she wanted was by following a sort of rule sets that she had put for herself. She learned that only by acting better than everyone else would she become better than everyone else.

~The reason why Peacock liked you so much was that you dared to defy her word, unlike everyone else. That made her be freer around you and actually start to enjoy her time with someone.

~ “I’m glad I know you”

~Like Chartreuse, she would use her status to get people executed, but only when she would see that they were taking too much of your time, or telling you to stay away from her.

~ “Do not listen to those traitors!... Or you will be executed too...”

YANDERE FELLSWAP CHARA AS A FRIEND:

~Mohagany is a very strong person. Fighting through a lot of trials, she doesn’t let people stomp on her. And because you are her friend, she doesn’t let people stomp on you too.

~Mohagany has the strongest justice sense you could ever think. She will always make sure that people around her protected, especially you. That’s why she is quick to get into fights.

~ “Don’t you EVER harass my friend again, you hear me?!”

~Mohagany is actually in an on and off relationship with Patch, that’s why he will often be around you two. But if you would ever be interested in Patch, she would happily give him up for you.

~ “Hey, if he can make you happy, then take him. I want you to be happy, okay?”

YANDERE FELLSWAP ASRIEL AS A FRIEND:

~Flaxen was always bored with everything. Everything WAS boring, so why wouldn’t be bored? Well, everything was boring except for you. You were the only high light of his day.

~Flaxen is very possessive of you, not wanting someone else to take you away from him, so he would usually make you follow him around, or stay in his house until he would be around you.

~ “Unless you want to get killed, you will follow what I tell you”

~Flaxen will try to make sure that you are comfortable every single time you are with him. You make his days better, so he wants to make sure that your days are good too.

~ “I’ll keep you safe, alright? Just trust me”

YANDERE FELLSWAP FRISK AS A FRIEND:

~Canary’s whole existence is to help people. She loves helping people and she will keep helping everyone, especially you. It’s what makes her feel like she can live again.

~Canary sadly would be a very clingy person. She would always be stuck to you like glue, be it in her visible or spirit form, just watching you no matter what, not being able to get enough of you.

~ “Oh, don’t mind me! I’m just watching you! Always”

~Canary doesn’t hurt anyone but she can easily start begging you to stop talking with other people because you are killing her.

~ “Please, stop! I’m all you need, don’t do this to me!”

YANDERE FELLSWAP MONSTER KID AS A FRIEND:

~Jaded always was afraid of everything. No matter what it was, she couldn’t do anything without feeling like she was afraid of it. That was until you came around and finally made her feel comfortable. She was happy and didn’t want to let you go.

~Jaded would immediately force you into moving into the castle with her, so the two of you could always be together. She offered to take in your family too if you wanted.

~ “Don’t worry, everything was going to be great now!”

~Jaded would never let you leave her sight, otherwise, she would start getting fussy about it. You were here because of her, and she wasn’t going to let you leave anywhere.

~ “Stop trying to sneak away! It’s very rude”

YANDERE STORYSHIFT CHARA AS A FRIEND:

~Toffee would be a flirty friend. She would always be around you, touching you and flirting with you, but don’t worry, she is just joking.

~If you do not contact her in a few days, she gets very panicked and she might try to come and find you, too afraid to find out if something happened to you or not.

~ “Don’t worry me like this! I thought you died or something!”

~Toffee would probably try to get you and Plum together. She wanted to have both of her favorite people in one place, so why not make you two date?

~ “Come onnnn! My bro’s totally your type. He’s everyone’s type!”

YANDERE STORYSHIFT ASRIEL AS A FRIEND:

~From the moment that you become his friend, Plum would be very possessive of you and would make sure that you are always taking good care of yourself. If he catches you not taking care of yourself... Well, you can say goodbye to your freedom. If you can’t take care of yourself, he will take care of you instead.

~Every single day, he will arrive at your house and prepare you breakfast, make sure that you clean yourself, and would make sure that your house is squicky clean. He has a slob for a sister, so he can’t stand messy homes.

~ “You better take care of yourself, or else!”

~He will probably try to get you with his older sister. You are someone very important for him, and Toffee needs to finally settle down and have someone good for her, so why not you?

~ “Toffee is really perfect, I’m sure you both will get along. Please, at least go on one date with her?”

YANDERE STORYSHIFT FRISK AS A FRIEND:

~Pebble is similar to Frisk, but unlike Frisk, she doesn’t use the reset button after she promises that she will never use it again. The only reason she might use it would be if you would end up dying, but again, she would ask Toffee for permission beforehand, as she does have a slight crush on the woman.

~Pebble is a very sweet friend and has a great sense of humor. Every day with her is just filled with lots of fun and laughter. 

~ “I’m so happy you are my friend! Let’s never stray away, okay?

~Pebble is very clingy, and she has stalkerish tendencies. The chance of her following you around is huge because she couldn’t really imagine how her life would be without knowing your every move.

~ “I’m so happy you are so understanding of my problem!... You are understanding, right?” 

YANDERE STORYSHIFT MONSTER KID AS A FRIEND:

~Moss and you probably knew each other because you both lived in Snowdin for a long time. You could even say that you two were childhood friends, so you knew very well about his... staring tendencies.

~No matter what, he is always watching you. Staring at you and never breaking eye contact even when you catch him watching you. 

~ “... Hi...?”

~Moss barely speaks, and because of that, he can come off as someone very creepy. A lot of people avoid him because of that.

~ “... Do you want to take  a walk with me...?”

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[give-seconds]

Survival of the Fittest

Summary: Welcome to the Badlands of Montana! This will be the setting of our game. What’s the name of the game? Simple, make it out alive. In which you and Jaemin are kidnapped and forced to try and find your way out of the Badlands.

Masterlist | Main Masterlist

“What’s that?” Jaemin asks as he walks over and picks up his sweatshirt.

“I think it’s a walkie-talkie.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, the device comes to life. “Numbers 24 and 25.”

---Part 5

You and Jaemin freeze at the voice, turning to look at each other with wide eyes. Once Theos’ voice continues, your attention is brought down to the device in your hand.

“In past experiments, I have refrained from talking to my subjects until later, but I decided to make an exception for you.

“In the past, I’ve had subjects that took a day to move from the starting point; I’ve had subjects that started the game by going in the wrong direction; I’ve had subjects that missed the first bag; and even some that missed all three. But you two, you two are by far my most promising batch.”

As the words hit your ears, your stomach flips. His voice is like the voice of a proud father whose child won first place in a competition.

“Now, you might not be the first batch to escape, but there’s no doubt in my mind you two will be the cream of the crop so to say.”

“If we’ve already proven ourselves, why don’t you tell us we’re walking in the right direction? Rewarding good behavior and all.”

You’re surprised by the strength in Jaemin’s voice. Despite not having seen Theos, his voice alone is enough to scare you in a way you’ve never felt before.

“Instead, I’ll tell you why I chose you two to be my final subjects.”

You and Jaemin nervously glace at each other before looking back down at the device in your hand.

“I first saw you, Jaemin, at the grocery store. I remember thinking how weird it was that someone so young was shopping with someone even younger. So I followed you home, and I waited. I waited for three days, installing one of my cameras across the street so I could watch you without being there, and your parents never came home. So I went back to your house, waited until you and your sister were at school, and then broke in.”

Your head snaps up to look in Jaemin’s direction just in time to see the color slightly drain from his face. Your doom always had random people in it, your roommate is somewhat of a party person. Even if the parties were just five friends sitting on her bed, you learned to get over the uncomfortable feeling of random people in your space.

Jaemin shared a house with his family, presumably the house he and his sister grew up in. The idea of someone coming into something so private, someone as sick as Theos, was nauseating.

“Turns out, your parents left for Africa last year. You were left to take care of little Emma, even if she was a freshman at the time. Because that wasn’t the first time you had to take care of her, was it?”

“I don’t - this can’t have anything to do with why I’m here.”

Your heart breaks slightly how comparatively shaky his voice is, and it took everything in you not to look at him. He doesn’t need your questioning looks on top of everything else.

“Oh, but it does. You’ve taken care of Emma since you were in middle school, but not because you wanted to. If I learned anything from your parents’ service journal, they left you alone as soon as you turned ten. But if I had to guess, they weren’t around much before then.

“Reading those journals, along with that note Emma wrote you for your birthday thanking you for taking care of her, I knew I had to have you.”

Theos pauses, and you take the opportunity to try and mentally prepare yourself for “your story.”

“And then I saw you, y/n. If I’m being honest, I don’t know what first drew me to you. Maybe it was the countless hours you spent in the student lounge or the library while your roommate invited people over.”

You already felt sick for Jaemin, knowing this sicko had not only been watching him and his sister, but broke into their house and looked through their things. But knowing all that wasn’t enough to prepare you for the different kind of sickness that coursed through your body at the sound of your name.

“Or maybe it was the fact that after learning your name and searching for any social media, I couldn’t find any. I mean you have to admit, someone in this day in age not having any social media is pretty interesting. So when I wasn’t watching Jaemin, I was trying to find information on you. Eventually, I found your ex-husband, and I was shocked for the second time during my investigation. Here you are, a freshman in college, and you’re already a divorcee? I had to find out more. Skipping all the boring details, I managed to find out about your family.

“Your mom had been married three times, two alcoholics and one weirdo. If I’m right – that is, if Sam is right – you were kicked out at age 15? He also said that when you were kicked out, you lived with your dad. That he would refuse to take his medicine and would have seizures. He said you were always the person who had to take care of him.”

“Oh my God,” you whisper, bringing your hand to cover your mouth in shock.

You know the only person who would know that is Sam; he’s the only person you’ve told this to. You may not have spent a lot of time together, but the only condition Sam had for giving you the ticket here was that you told him about your life.

“I know you’re doing this as a test, but please tell me he’s okay?” You can feel Jaemin’s eyes on you, but you keep your eyes trained on the device.

“See, that’s the second plot twist I found in my research about you. Why would your ex-husband care so much about you? And judging from the fact he’s the last person you texted, I’d say you don’t hate him. After some convincing, I got Sam to tell me why you two got a divorce. He wants to love you, but he can’t. He’s aromantic.

“He told me he didn’t want to get too close to you in case you caught feelings for him. So instead of befriending you, he acted as cold to you as he could. He told me he could see how much you were struggling and that he liked it; it was easier for him to learn about your troubles instead of dealing with his own.”

“I know all this, I’m asking if you’ve hurt him.”

After hearing the strength in your voice, you understand how Jaemin was able to speak so confidently before. It isn’t about actually feeling in control, it’s about not letting the man spitting hurtful words at you win.

So yes, the reminder that even though you pretended not to know why Sam helped you, you knew why. That even though you told Jaemin he probably saw you as a charity case, the reality is, he saw you as a distraction. He used your problems to hide from his own, drinking in your life stories to ignore the fact he didn’t fit into the mold society had set.

He told you all this through a letter, apologizing for using you and acting the way you did. He explained that even though it started as a way to hide from his problems, it ended up

confirming the doubts he had. “I can’t stay married to you” he had written, “but if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I owe you.”

When you read that, it wasn’t that he had used you that hurt most. It was that he was the one person you thought wouldn’t have the energy to be fake to you. You always thought Sam was just bored and looking for something to fix. He never tried to help you fix those relationships, instead offering a way out. It was refreshing to not have to deal with fake politeness.

As it turns out, he was fake from the very beginning. And after figuring that out, it was just easier to portray Sam as the man you thought he was.

“Did you love him? Or was he able to pull off that cold, distant personality better than I give him credit for?”

Theos’ voice draws you out of your thoughts, only to render you speechless once again. This entire time, the only thing you thought you had the upper hand on was that there was no one relying on you. You often pushed the thought of Jaemin’s sister from your mind. You know what it is like to be alone, and imagining that girl alone and scared for her brother’s safety made you anxious. With such thoughts for someone you didn’t know, you couldn’t help but feel relieved that no one was waiting for you.

Now that someone could be hurt because of you, someone you didn’t even love, you felt like you were suffocating. He had hurt you, but he didn’t deserve to be wrapped up in this.  

“I’ll let your silence speak for itself. You’ll be happy to hear that he’s safe with the subjects that escaped. I hope you feel special number 25, I haven’t had to kidnap anyone for information before.”

He laughs to himself, and you imagine he meant it as a genuine compliment.  

“As I said at the start of this game, I think you two are my most promising batch. You both have someone to live for, someone who depends on you. Both of you are fighters, not the type to give in. I thought these stories were important to tell you both, after all, trust is the important thing when trying to survive together.”

With that, the line goes quiet. A silence hangs over you two as you both continue to stare down at the previously live device.

“We um, we have to keep going,” he says quietly, breaking the silence. He lightly pushes your hand holding the walkie-talkie down to your side.

“Let’s change out the camera first.”

You shake your head, trying to push the conversation with your capture from your mind. Silently, you drop the walkie-talkie back into the bag and start looking for the cameras.

After you both exchanged the cameras, you transfer the leftover supplies from the old backpack into the new one. Before you had found the walkie-talkie, you were going to suggest that you two stop to eat. But now, and you’re sure the same is for Jaemin, you feel too sick to eat.

Silently handing him the bag, you can’t help but notice the shift in his attitude. You yourself are in no mood to partake in one of the many time passing conversations you two have come to have. But his attitude feels different, like he’s a shaken bottle of Coke ready to explode.

“Are you okay,” you ask timidly, not wanting to upset him anymore.

“I’m fine.”

“Jaemin-“

“No, y/n, no,” he snaps, turning to face you. “Just because we now know each other’s backstories doesn’t mean you get to do whatever this is. I’ve worked hard to make sure no one knows that about me and Emma. I called the schools for her when she’s sick, I taught her how to drive, and I’ve handled every finance that aren’t bills,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “My parents have the decency to do that for us. So don’t think just because you know this about me means I need your help. Because I don’t.”

For the second time in the past five minutes, a silence hangs over you two. You’re staring at him, a blank look spread across your face, as he stares back, breathing heavily from his sudden outburst.  

As shocking as it is, you can understand it. He’s feeling the same things you feel about your past.

Fear and shame.

Fear that because of his parents, he’ll be looked down upon. And shame because while he's afraid of being looked down on, he knows it’s justifiable.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. Just because I know that about you doesn’t mean I get to try and help you. God knows if any of us need help, it’s me. So let’s keep going.”

He looks at you, confusion replacing his previous hardened expression. You slightly smile at him, hoping to show him you’re on his side.  

“Come on,” you say, reaching out your hand to grab him and start walking. You’ve never been good at subtle comfort, but you’re hoping that by showing him you’re not going to judge him is a good start.

At first, he lags behind a few steps, letting you drag him. But when he eventually falls into step with you, he smiles at you over his shoulder, the same kind of smile you gave him.

Trust is everything when you’re trying to survive.

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I’m sorry that took forever! I decided to join a few collabs to get over the writer’s block (which worked for the most part) and those ended up taking more time than I thought they would. 

I hope everyone has an amazing day/night, and I sincerely thank you for taking the time to read my stuff.  

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[kannra21]

If some anime onlys want to spoil the 5th season for themselves then this is your Pandora box, enjoy!

So the last episode of season 4 is manga chapter 190. Endeavor won the fight although he's heavily bleeding so Hawks comes to his aid and teases him for using the same pose as All Might but then, surprise; Dabi is arriving on the scene. The thing is, Dabi sent the nomu to fight Endeavor so that he could finish him off when Endeavor's at his most vulnerable state. Hawks also couldn't fight since Endeavor burned most of his feathers. Miruko comes to the rescue in the last minute and Dabi said "welp fuck that" so he disappeared. Later in the day, Hawks and Dabi meet in the abandoned factory. Hawks is angry bc Dabi acted out of their plan- Dabi was supposed to send the nomu to a different location, not in the middle of the city. He also noted that the nomu was on a completely different level from the ones they've seen so far. Hawks is working for the league and he was supposed to bring some random strong guy to fight the nomu in order to test its abilities, but he chose Endeavor who got damaged pretty badly and is now recovering in the hospital. In reality, Hawks is spying on the league bc the hero commission told him so. Dabi is still suspicious of Hawks, he doesn't trust him but he told him that they'll stay in contact. Later Hawks is arriving to the hospital to check on Endeavor, he's smiling but his eyes are smudged on the corners, meaning that he was crying because he felt guilty for indirectly hurting Endeavor. Later on we find out about Hawks' past. As a little kid he saved some random people from a car crash. From a very young age he was super fast and that's how the hero commission heard of him and wanted to meet him. Hawks' family is very poor and the commission decided to take him under their wing, they also promised to take care of his family. Since then Hawks became a child soldier, he was groomed into becoming a perfect hero. But he feels trapped, like a bird in a cage. He doesn't feel free at all but as long as he can accomplish his dream- to achieve a society where heroes can enjoy their free time, then he'd be happy, even if it meant that he had to dirty his hands in the process.

The next day Endeavor arrives home. Natsuo, Fuyumi and Shouto are having their first family dinner. Endeavor has a permanent scar on his face, the same side Shouto has his burn mark. Shouto is very indifferent towards this and continues slurping his noodles. Natsuo is angry at Endeavor bc he and Shouto finally got to learn more about each other since they couldn't interact much bc Endeavor isolated Shouto from his siblings. He's yelling at him and getting out of the house. Endeavor is taking it all, he knows he deserves it. Fuyumi is sad and wishes for their family to get better. Fuyumi is trying very hard for their family and to remain as optimistic as she possibly can.

Deku's dreaming of ofa users from the end of season 4. We get All Might flashback where Nana's dying and transferring ofa to All Might. Gran Torino is training him afterwards and the two are talking about All Might's lack of experience. All Might goes to America after he graduates. And the flashback ends. Deku talks to All Might about his strange dream of ofa users and All Might is concerned in the beginning but reassures him and tells him that they'll figure it out together. Since Bakugou already knows about ofa Deku and him are training together. Aizawa and Shinsou are coming out of the break room and Aizawa held a meeting at Ground Gamma (training faculty). There're class a and class b at the gathering and they're having joined training in a way that they're being divided into groups. Shinsou is invited bc he's hoping to transfer to the hero course and everyone is surprised. Shinsou declares that he's not wishing to make any friends but you can see Midoriya's determined "I'll befriend you" look. Monoma also wants to befriend Shinsou bc he feels like he can relate to their Quirks both being perceived as villainous. The joint training begins and long story short- Deku gets a new Quirk called Black Whip but he can't control it well so there's chaos on the field but Shinsou and Uraraka manage to save him. Bakugou gets character development bc he saved Jirou from getting attacked by the opponent's team. Afterwards the teachers are evaluating each group's teamwork, class a wins. After that Aizawa tells everyone that Shinsou will definitely transfer to the hero course when they all become 2nd years. It's still unknown if he'll transfer to the class a or b. Aizawa talks to Monoma and asks him if he could pay a visit to Eri tomorrow. Eri meets Monoma for the first time and she's kinda scared but Mirio is joking ab it, calling Monoma "the dark side of ua". Monoma is totally unswept and being fabulous as always. So they enter the house and Aizawa tells him to try to copy Eri's Quirk. A small horn appears on Monoma's head and he's pretty but he says that he can't copy her entire ability since he only copies the bare-bones essence of a Quirk. That's also the reason why he couldn't copy Deku's ofa, only green lightnings that casually appear around his body. Deku is internally glad for Monoma bc he's sure, if Monoma ever managed to copy ofa, that he'd have a bunch of broken bones and we can see Deku sweat-dropping on the thought of it. Aizawa says it's a shame that Monoma couldn't manage to copy her Quirk bc he thought that Monoma could teach her how to use it but since it's not possible they need to find another way. Eri feels like a burden but Deku comforts her and she's smiling again.

It's early December and snow is starting to fall. Class a is excited in the dormitories and Tsuyu is going into hibernation when she feels too cold. We find out that Sero and Todoroki share the same taste in manga. Yes the boys are reading mangas. Bakugou and Todoroki still need to finish their license course so we see the two together with Inasa and Camie again. Gang Orca's having enough of them (he loves them). Class a is commenting on Todoroki and Bakugou while they're away and Kaminari says that getting his license was the only time he ever beat the two at anything. He adds "how sad" and wow such a roast king. Long story short Todoroki and Bakugou accomplished their task- they fought together against some small gang belonging to a criminal organization called meta liberation army and YEA HORIKOSHI IS INTRODUCING US NEW VILLAINS HOORAY. All Might approaches the two after they got their licenses and he's congratulating them by ruffling their heads. Bakugou is disgusted and Todoroki's having a soft smile.

BACK TO THE VILLAINS! The title changes from MY HERO ACADEMIA to MY VILLAIN ACADEMIA, so yea this part is only about the villains. Shigaraki's hair grew longer, he's missing Kurogiri, they're broke bc Giran's away and Dabi's arriving with no newbies since he burns everyone he meets on his way so his search doesn't make that much sense. They need to find the doctor afo often interacted with when all of a sudden, boom, a monstrous-like creature appears out from the ground called Gigantomachia and Shigaraki needs to prove his worth as afo's successor. The league appears in the doctor's underground lab and the doc is supposed to prepare Shigaraki for the future challenges. Shigaraki asks doctor to reproduce his Quirk erasing bullets and the doc asks Shigaraki about his motivations for becoming the world's symbol of destruction. Shigaraki's having flashbacks of his and afo's time together. We get a glimpse of Shigaraki's past and we found out, when his Quirk manifested for the first time, that he accidentally killed his entire family one night and the hands he's having on his body are actually his family's hands. He's living with guilt for the rest of his life. He ended up on the streets and he was asking random civilians for help but everyone ignored him. Afo found him and that's how he ended up becoming the successor of the world's greatest villain. Shigaraki hates afo bc he's an evil prick, but he also hates the entire hero society bc everyone let him down when he needed them the most.

Shigaraki had a good heart as a kid, his own sister compared him to All Might. His grandma is Nana Shimura and he also loved heroes very much. He was basically Deku turned evil. Nonetheless, Shigaraki still has a good heart bc he cares ab his friends. Because of his never-ending hate for the hero society and everything that breathes, he decided to destroy the world and doctor was like "ok u passed the vibe check". The league gets out of the lab and for a month and a half Shigaraki doesn't sleep and fights Gigantomachia. Since Gigantomachia's primary target is his master's successor, the rest of the league is taking shifts and trying to help Shigaraki out. Shigaraki thinks he's close to beating the giant but then Twice's phone rang and it turns the new villain organization kidnapped Giran and held him hostage in their hideout in a mountainous area called Deika City. The league is having enough of their bullshit so they decide to go save their man. Long story short, meta liberation army (mla) is a large, powerful villain organization that follows the philosophy that the free usage of Quirks is a basic human right and emphasizes liberation over regulation. The original meta liberation army was founded and led by the infamous Destro and the current army was founded and led by his son Re-Destro, Rikiya Yotsubashi. Long story short, Toga fights against a pretty lady with a landmine Quirk and she kills the lady, her name was Chitose Kizuki, also known as Curious. Toga's Quirk evolves bc she can now copy Quirks alongside appearances. Dabi is fighting a boy with an ice Quirk, his name is Geten. He has a striking resemblance to Rei Todoroki since he has a shoulder-length white hair and long white lashes. Dabi's fight with Geten was the first time he started using his Quirk more earnestly and the city is basically in ice and fire. Geten has very similar beliefs to Endeavor and thinks that people with strongest Quirks deserve the best things in life and Dabi becomes angry. Tbh this is the first time Dabi drops his mask of boredom and indifference. Shigaraki fights against Re-Destro and his Quirk evolves. Shigaraki basically disintegrated the entire city and lov wins. The newer army later merged with the league to form the paranormal liberation front. It's a big ass criminal organization and Shigaraki's the absolute ruler of it all. Later the lieutenants are divided into squads and Dabi and Geten are put together which is hilarious and iconic. Shigaraki comes later to the doctor’s and is being put into a large lab tube for the next 4 months where he's developing a Quirk- afo. After these 4 months there's going to be a war between heroes and villains.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #spoilers #manga spoilers #season 5 #i'm tired so i'm going to sleep #bye #league of villains #lov

[inevitably-johnlocked]

HI JUST UR FRIENDLY REMINDER: U DA BEST! Do you know of any fics where John and Sherlock take their relationship suuuuuper slow? Like just kissing for ages not much intimacy until later in their relationship after lots of talking, consent, etc? Thanks!!!

HI NONNY!!

THANK YOU! You’re too kind!!

You are SO in luck, because I bloody love Slow Burn fics! I’ve done lists in the past and I have a few new ones I can add to it! :D Hope you enjoy these ones!

SLOW BURN / DEV. REL. / FALLING IN LOVE Pt. 3

See also:

Love Confessions / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. (Fluff Version)

Falling In Love / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. || [MOBILE POST] (April 2019)

The General Idea by agirlsname (T, 3,022 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement, Promise of Forever / Proposal, POV John, First Kiss, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Crying / Emotional Sherlock, Love Confessions, 20 Years of Pining) – After twenty years of friendship, John is used to Sherlock acting weirdly. But the news Sherlock finally brings himself to deliver change the carefully built dynamics between them, and John realises it’s time to act.

You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., 1 Ch. || It’s An Experiment, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Questionable Science) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock’s study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn’t entirely mind.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalize Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by “accident”, it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

A Silver Sixpence by _doodle (NC-17, 16,400 w., 2 Ch. || LJ Fic || For a Case / Case Fic, Fake Relationship, Humour, Romance, Marriage Proposal, Awkward Idiots, Cuddling, Touching, Kissing, Love Confessions, Bed Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fake Until It’s Not, Schmoop and Fluff, Bottomlock) – “John, we need to get married. It’s for a case, not any romantic notions on my part pertaining to our partnership,” Sherlock said, with brutal honesty, and without even looking up.

You’re On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it’s time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain–and notorious flirt–John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he’s given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing.Almost…magical.

The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl by out_there (E, 32,897 w., 1 Ch. || Past Drug Use, Blowjobs, Toplock, Mentions of Switching, Rough Sex, Background Cases, Sherlock’s Past, Sherlock’s Sexual History, Experienced Sherlock, Past One Night Stands, Fingering, Cuddling, Possessive Sherlock, Paris Holiday, Bed Sharing, Naked Lie-Ins, Bathing Together, Confessions, Worried Sherlock, Laying in Bed All Day, Meddling Mycroft, Naked Lazy Day) – Sherlock walks into a room and takes all the space right out of it. He does the same inside John’s head.

carrying up his morning tea by darcylindbergh (E, 34,504 w., 5 Ch. || Post S3, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes/Funerals, Estranged John, Pining Sherlock, Depression/Insecurity, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain/Injury, Reconciliation, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Scars, Angst With Happy Ending) – His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w., 15 Ch. || Winglock || Angels, Fantasy, Angst, BAMF! John, War, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Jealous John, Falling in Various Ways) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Fantasy AU. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU ||  Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he’s consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #slow burn #developing relationship #idiots in love #Anonymous #fic rec sunday

[the-final-sif]

While I’m all for angsty Bakudeku with Villain!Deku, I’d love to see their dynamics being more like Batman and Joker from the Lego Batman Movie. The Villain!Deku angst had lost its appeal to me. What do you think their villain and hero crack rom-com would be like? Give all the hc. Personally, I think Deku would fight anyone for the spot of Katsuki’s greatest enemy. And god, imagine the banter between these two. And their team up when they have to fight a common enemy, yess!

I’ll be honest, I’ve never super gotten into Villain!Izuku , but the only Villain!Izuku AUs I do like are basically exactly this.

First and foremost, if you really like Villain Who Just Really Loves Their Hero Crush Lego Batman/Joker Relationship Dynamics, go check out @corndog-patrol absolutely amazing Villain!Mic AU. That’s basically 100% of it and it’s wonderful.

Second, for my own take on Villain!Izuku in love with Hero!Katsuki:

- Izuku is All for One’s Son. All for One loved his family a lot, and he had originally left them to keep Inko and Izuku safe from his enemies. When Izuku was say 7, Inko died (car wreck/illness/something else accidental) and All for One had no choice but to take Izuku back. He fakes Izuku’s death so nobody will come looking for him.

- By this point, Izuku was already head over heels in love with Kacchan, even though since Kacchan found out he was Quirkless, he got mean about it.

- Izuku had heard all his life that he couldn’t be a hero quirkless, and it makes him awfully sad because he had wanted to be by Kacchan’s side. He wanted to be the most important person in Kacchan’s life, but how could he do that without a quirk? Then his dad comes, and Izuku is slowly introduced to the world of villains, Izuku realizes he has another option; he can still be Kacchan’s most important person, he just has to be a villain.

- All for One was worried about his son following in his footsteps, but Izuku takes to villainy like a parrot to anything you don’t want them chewing. He soaks up knowledge like electronics dropped in a puddle, and by god, does he get good at it. All for One is almost scared of how quickly his son picks up on the role.

- All for One has already acquired Tomura, so he introduces the two carefully. Tomura is still young and very fragile mentally. Izuku takes one look at him and decides Tomura is his new second in command. Tomura decides he likes that idea. The two quickly bond and Tomura becomes very protective of Izuku, and visa versa.

- Quickly, Izuku realizes that since Kacchan is obviously going to become the greatest hero ever, Izuku needs to become the greatest villain ever. He can’t do that on his own, so he begins to hunt around for others to join his crew with All for One’s Help.

- Toga is an easy find, Izuku meets her online on a forum about doing anything for love. They’re both like 8 and neither of them should be on there, but whatever, Toga is happy to run away and join his crew.

- Touya is a little harder, but he meets Tomura by chance and gets a crush. He’s not too fond of his family, so he decides to join too. Still, he worries about the siblings he left behind sometimes...

- Izuku meets Uraraka by chance, and decides she would be an excellent friend. After All for One promises her family would be well-off, she joins as well to help Izuku on his quest. 

- With his crew now assembled, Izuku starts training and figuring out ways to fight without a quirk. Obviously he needs to be tough as hell to be a worthy rival for Kacchan.

- All for one is slightly concerned about his son’s crush, but like, the boy is clearly having fun, so what’s the harm?

- Katsuki, meanwhile, grows up even more isolated and anti-social, though now with a sad tinge to it instead of an angry one. He misses his childhood friend even if he pretends he doesn’t, and he puts all his energy towards becoming a hero in Izuku’s honor because that was always their dream. They had promised they’d be amazing heroes together. Regularly he visits Izuku’s and Inko’s grave to let them know how his training is going. He’s still a hostile, passionate, hotheaded kid, but Izuku’s death quiets him, makes him more reserved and softens him a little.

- Instead of Izuku/All-Might saving him from the Slime Villain, Katsuki feels himself about to die and refuses, summoning a huge blast that knocks the Slime Villain off of him. Something he never thought he could do, but managed out of sheer determination to not die here. All-Might arrives too late to do anything but watch and be impressed by the spirit burning in this child. He asks Katsuki what drives him, and Katsuki replies quietly that he has promises to keep.

- Izuku left a camera at the grave, and he hears every word Kacchan says to him, even if Kacchan doesn’t know he does.

- Then Izuku realizes he needs a goal as a villain. He asks his dad, and All for One suggests he aim to destroy the hero system for being unfair to quirkless kids. That sounds good, so Izuku goes with it.

- At UA, Katsuki is a loner, but Kirishima decides to befriend him anyways, and Kirishima’s sunny smile reminds him of Izuku’s so much that Katsuki lets him. Vowing to himself that he won’t let death steal a second bundle of sunshine from him.

- Katsuki is the one who beats Shinsou at the Sports Festival, and he’s also the one who convinces Shouto to use his fire. Demanding Shouto give it his all, because when heroes don’t, people die. Shouto does, but Katsuki wins anyways. He accepts the medal, but it means nothing to him. All-Might thinks back to what Katsuki had said about having a promise to keep. 

- All-Might needs a successor, and he keeps finding his gaze drawn back to this explosive kid with more determination then there are stars in the sky.

- Katsuki and Izuku meet at the USJ attack, only it goes slightly differently. Kurogiri teleports everyone but Katsuki away, and Izuku steps out to fight Katsuki. Katsuki can’t believe his eyes, the friend he thought he lost is standing in front of him, living and there.

- And then Izuku introduces himself as Deku and it all goes downhill from there.

- Katsuki is so fucking pissed because Izuku was Alive. Meanwhile, Izuku is just happy to have Katsuki’s attention on him.

- Izuku keeps showing up, challenging Katsuki to fights and hate-flirting with him, he’s so happy to finally be worthy of Katsuki’s attention, even if it’s in a totally different way then he expected. Katsuki’s pissed as fuck and relieved and also pissed as fuck.

- The only time Izuku gets actually upset/dangerous with Katsuki is when Katsuki publicly declares Shouto is his rival. He gets very emotional and upset about it and this is when the kidnapping happens. Except, instead of the LOV kidnapping Katsuki to get him to join them, it’s Izuku’s crew kidnapping Katsuki and telling him off/telling him to tell Izuku that he’s his worst enemy because how dare he cheat on Izuku.

- Katsuki is so fucking confused but eventually clarifies that “rival” and “worst enemy” are two different things and so Izuku forgives him.

- I don’t even know where this goes from here but I am invested in this now.

#bakudeku #villain!deku #villain izuku #izuku Midoriya #katsuki bakugou #bnha #mha #my headcanons #sif writes #sif speaks #sif answers #Anonymous

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Help Me Rich

@deepestfirefun​ here you go, pt 1. :D

“Now, I wanted to thank you all for your messages-,” over the shoulder of the bulky Brit a green nail tipped hand came into view from the teetering petite toe top woman on one leg making the second Brit returning from an early morning shopping trip grin. Bag in hand Tom Hiddleston eyed the woman subtly gathering up her mail and locking the box silently behind Henry Cavill’s unknowing back to step away with a rub on the dog’s head at his side. Into the lift he went with the woman also holding an armful of bags and a small goat plushie handmade to look like Loki beside a polar bear Superman, badger Ronan with bunny Deadpool, Venom and Spiderman set she tried to nudge under the flannel sticking out of the bag they were balanced on.

The lingering gaze over the woman he couldn’t quite place had Tom saying, “I haven’t seen you around.” A ring from his pocket had his eyes lowering to his phone he wrangled out keeping the bags in his arms.

The doors opened and in his furrowed gaze at the screen he heard her tease back, “I didn’t realize you were blind.” Yet looking up the woman was gone leaving him puzzled at her answer.

In a huff he answered his call on speaker to allow him to enter his apartment listening to the bustle of his own manager while he put everything away loading up his latest binge show. A bit late to the game he had leapt on the Berlin Station train and had just came to the premier episode of the second season. Though with his meal in hand he settled into his seat at his table with schedule ironed out to finally relax before his next episode only to have his jaw drop seeing the same woman from the lift coming up on screen. And not only just there but popping up in his mind from scenes in the Night Manager, High Rise and Crimson Peak.

In flashes the, then blonde and brass now raven haired woman with curls galore in a messy bun flashing telling purple eyes he could remember from countless roles in the past few years always leaving him wondering when she was able to sleep. Clearly crossing his path more than a few times a year now for however long having lived on the same floor as him.

Travel didn’t seem to lull for her and curiously between postings of another tale of a shared now favored fanfic page Henry had showed him upon seeing he had moved in with stories on Loki and Superman as neighbors befriending a quirky oc he skimmed back through his posted videos catching more and more glimpses of his petite shadow. Into Henry’s videos the same shadow popped up more and more leading to his delving into the filmography of his friend now alerted to the woman who he had filmed with as well somehow having slipped out of his attention for so long.

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“Found another one.” Tom fired off to Henry in a text after a week of hearing how his return to his social pages had drawn attentions to a woman familiar in both his videos and Henry’s.

It seemed no matter what they did since both moving into this building they kept acting as magnets for the same woman unintentionally catching her in her daily path. Off guard and trying to slip out of the shot to avoid bothering the busy self promoting actors she would slip out once her task was done. Though when they were filming her stealth seemed to pass their notice leaving them oblivious until the comments would ask who the woman was.

The most intimate was when Tom and Henry both had caught one another back from a run to find the slightly delirious woman listening to music to stay awake waiting for the lift. Swaying and singing along to the song the already filming men joined her and had their most popular video yet building up the question even more, just who she was in general and to them. Their grins lingered and in the moment after they saw her sway her way out of the lift they finished off the video that they had begun. The main goal that they had been distracted from was to answer a question posted by a fanfic page that they had both stumbled onto by chance, what sort of smoothie would Loki and Superman have after a workout. Tales of a woman living with both Loki and Superman in the same building; comics and short stories always with the oc being caught up as a spectator for the duo of super beings with a hint that there was a chance it wasn’t one sided interest on the oc’s part.

“I don’t get it,” Henry said laying out all the supplies he had for a snack to go with the smoothies when they had stopped filming, “How does she just pop in and out like that?”

Tom chuckled saying, “Might be from her size.” Henry glanced at him, “You haven’t noticed? Must be a dancer or something to move like that and she’s got to be nearly half your size, two thirds mine.” Smirking at his grinning friend, “I can admit you’re broader.” After a quick sip he said, “But I have you on speed.”

Henry chuckled, “I am not built for speed.” He said moving around Kal while he drank from his water fountain, “I leave that to Kal.”

“That’s just no fair, he’s got two extra legs.” Tom teased. “So, any hints yet where your Lois lives?”

Henry chuckled, “She lives on your floor, Buddy, be just odd if I was caught snooping around.”

Tom grinned, “Easy, just let Kal off on the floor, knock around for him.”

Henry nodded with his brows raised, “So, just, let my dog loose and then knock on doors asking what exactly? Hello, I believe my thumbless companion got off on this floor by mistake, you wouldn’t happen to be holding him captive, would you?” Tom was laughing by the time he had finished talking and he said, “Truly brilliant. No wonder I’m single with a wingman like you.”

Tom, “Hey, Kal is the best wingman, you find that door, just knock and have him there with a note and a rose inviting her to dinner.”

Henry smirked again, “Again, could kidnap Kal.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “Fine then, resort to a teddy bear and don’t use your best advantage.”

Henry chuckled, “Out of all of me, and my dog is my best advantage, thanks.”

Tom chuckled, “She can surf the internet, no doubt she’s seen nearly all of you. Got to add something extra. Something domestic.”

Henry nodded teasing back, “Domestic.”

Tom, “Don’t doubt it, you have a healthy happy lovable dog, as good as a man with a baby. You can keep him alive, great sign for being able to-,”

Henry chuckled, “No, come on, finish the thought, what, I can leave a plate of food out for her? Open a bag or can and just leave it lying around for if she possibly gets hungry, take her for walks.”

Tom smirked, “You know what I mean. Our lives are public, she has to see what no one else gets to. Find the spark that draws her eye.”

Henry nodded, “Sure, I’ll keep my eye peeled for a spark.”

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He didn’t mean to be such a cynic sometimes but for all the pent up irritation for yet another bout of filming for Superman coming up he was shedding water weight and it was turning him into a giant toddler it seemed. He wanted nothing more than to throw his alarm clock every morning and just pull his covers up and never leave home again just quitting the superhero business altogether. Waxing this morning didn’t help matters either, pink and irritated his skin felt terrible and sweating only made it worse so as soon as his friend left to go to his own apartment downstairs he spent a good five minutes just letting the hot water wash over him mentally cursing everyone forcing him through this hell. ‘For the fans’ that was the excuse, always given to the actors hating being torn apart and shoved to the brink of blacking out just to get that impossible ripped look men strove to be but never knew what it took to achieve themselves.

Hours later post early night in five am came and groaning and cursing into his pillow in a shove off his belly he scowled his way off his knees to his feet to storm his way into his gym clothes and sneakers. A slammed hand onto his bag later and he choked the hold of the fabric in his fingers with knuckles turning white for a tantrum adjacent trip to the gym nearby. Into the locker his bag was nearly thrown and right through the sea of bulky men he found his usual place catching more than a few familiar faces in the same mood he was in. He had to wait to blow off some steam first before filming or he would be reduced to cussing out everyone watching in a surely career killing clip he couldn’t dare send out right now after having promised his mother not to do that after her last time talking him down from the rage she had unknowingly called him in the middle of.

Across the room however the same baggy cut off t donning woman with Capri sweats that shifted around her toned legs unlike the legging clad women on the second floor hoping to impress by leaving as little to the imagination as possible was spotted. Alternating arms with bulky weights in each hand flowing through the same set routine as always while the massive men by comparison took full claim over what they wanted when they wanted forcing her to the left overs. A stray strand of black curls dangling from the messy bun on top of her head tapped between her shoulder blades with each arm lowering from a lift to the confirming tap finishing the move holding his focus from the burn on his arms in the swinging arms of the machine he brought together. Each tap of the weights rising and falling came with his silent wish for her to turn around to just give him a guess at what color her eyes were.

A break in his sets however had her passing the weights over to a smaller meathead forcing her off her spot to the sit up foundation he was coming off of. In her wiping it down he lifted his water bottle and froze when it reached his lips trying to calculate how much he could drink to spread it out to keep up ‘the look.’ Only to pause seeing her finger outstretch to tilt the water bottle higher on the largest meathead in the lower floor, one of the first people he met when coming here who froze then melted into acceptance hearing her say, “We love you, be sexy tomorrow.” Taking a much larger swig and pausing to steady from his moment of glassy eyed gaze that had triggered her sentiment he nodded and cut it down for the rest of his workout.

Even as a stranger she had caught on that he wasn’t at his best and pretending the order was for him Henry took a big swig and decided to cut back himself, spoiling himself and assuring that he would be there tomorrow to in fact be sexy for the cameras even if he couldn’t slice something with his abs. The message un-verbally rippled through the gym in a sort of group revolt against whatever was bringing them all here to tear themselves apart. And while she clung to the heavy weighted plate to her chest she dipped and rose again gritting her teeth and trying not to make any sort of pained noise until she met her goal and sat breathing steadily with the weight resting on her surely while the burn in her abs and legs calmed down.

Two machines later while she was going from planks to handstand push ups on a mat to the side from the packed machines the man who received the reminder of love and self care came over to help Henry film his video who smirked seeing her dip to plank again making the two men behind her freeze once again. Though without her feet touching down she held the pose only to rise up again and then fold in half to ‘tap’ her toes to the ground she couldn’t quite reach in that position then raise her legs up again. Occupied machines be damned she was getting her body to burn as much as necessary in spite of the big men refusing to let her through asserting their dominance for ‘their territory’ the lower level still held for them.

Showering in the gym would be a must with how drenched his shirt was and by the time he had gotten out he’d assumed she would be long gone after feeling like his body was trying to be a sponge and soak up all the water it could through his skin even after his splurge moment. All the same strolling back home again in a sweater and jeans his eyes lingered on the same woman leading the way back in a near backless t shirt with wing cutouts over her jean shorts. Near to a toe top swaying sort of walk reminding him of a sneaking kitten always luring him closer she halted and his eyes shifted around knowing that move, a turn to blend in behind something with her bag around the corner of the building she was hidden by the pillar surrounding the entrance. Widening his steps he got to her side when he saw why she had hid, the pair of laughing clearly drunk men taking several minutes to cross the abandoned street corner spilling their open bottles tucked in bags failing to be subtle.

A cheer as he turned to block her from sight and the noise darting his gaze from her step out agreeing to use his shadow in the lamplight to hide from the duo, “Woo! Superman!”

The other man stepped closer saying, “Shhh! He’s not wearing the cape! No worries Mr Kent!” turning around in a circle he shouted, “We all know Superman’s out in Batman’s Court thingy!” Swatting his hand at his buddy’s arm only to nearly fall over.

Rolling his eyes Henry called back, “Mind the roads guys.” Holding his natural accent back in his first few steps continuing homewards after confirming she was keeping up with him. A whoop of a siren cut off any chance of the men noticing her sending groans echoing through the streets when the officer that was called on the disturbance arrived.

Into the building they strolled far more relaxed in a side by side stance in the new peace of the time alone and into the lift steps and a joint turn were taken. The same buttons were pressed wordlessly by Henry who narrowed his eyes watching the floor number change mentally screaming to just say anything. A poke at his middle once at her floor however dropped his gaze to her and the pinch of his sweater in the doors opening split a curious smirk across his face. Honey dripped and sending an ache to hear more of it her voice sounded in asking, “Where’d you get this?”

“I, didn’t. Mum sent it.”

He could have slapped himself in her step out into the hall and just when he was ready to shout something she added, “Stay comfy, Sugar Plum.”

That was it, millions of men and women once calling him baby faced now calling him Daddy expecting to win his affections or attention and in sloppy steps, if in cartoon form his body would be melting into a puddle of goo evaporating into hearts. He had to somehow learn to talk to you, he had to break the ice and gain your comfort in more than sharing an elevator, gym or be used as your hiding spot. No one, not one of his exes had called him something as spine tingling as Sugar Plum and he doubted they would have wanted to. Teddy Bear sure, even a Pookie thrown in the mix when they were pouting to be pampered, but nothing so new or unique and as embarrassing as it should be the man portraying the Man of Steel wished to be nothing more than your Sugar Plum.

He loved hugs, he was borderline clingy, always hoping to drape around the person of his desires. To spoon and in his past be rarely spooned in return, tiny and somehow formidable in her own right he had hoped she would allow him to be passive, at least from time to time, that some sort of androgyny could be mixed in the relationship he was picturing. The cute angry moments when she couldn’t reach things he could help her reach in various ways. The coveted moments where she would drown in shirts borrowed from his closet, mornings to wake with a breakfast made by one of them and arguments ending in laundry thrown about to cut loose and have fun instead of getting lost in tiny irritations.

An hour had passed before he realized it and a telling ring tone had him answering and lovingly sighing out from his place sprawled across his bed, “She called me Sugar Plum and touched my shirt.”

Instantly that had Tom set off into question mode snapping the lovable goofball out of his heart balloon daze when he was snapped back to the telling fact that he said nothing in return and had missed another chance luring groans from his plotting friend out of town for work again. The call eventually ended and Henry posted the video he had captured only to finally watch it to see the woman his comments kept talking about behind him making him melt back onto his bed again remembering your nickname.

 *

“I have to do everything myself.” Tom muttered strolling through the diner he had stopped in after an interview for a magazine shoot only to pause seeing the same woman again seated alone making him smirk and cross straight for the booth he sat in lifting her gaze from the menu in her hands. “What are we having?”

Without missing a beat she said, “We’re having a cheat day.”

“We are?”

She nodded, “You sat down, welcome to the boat. Take the consequences in stride there Mr H.”

With a smirk from him that was it. The beginning of a friendship that felt stretched thin just as it had begun, as in their parting she said she was off to film for four months leaving their friendship online and through messages. Somehow he’d managed her email, a fact leaving Henry halfway between staring and glaring at him for a while after he had mentioned it knowing he was off for his own bout of filming in the morning allowing Tom some space to recover their friendship by cushioning the groundwork and talking up his friend.

No thank you’s were required, ever, the walk with Henry wasn’t the first time and Tom had acted similarly catching a gawker in the super market he stepped into protective mode. Insisting she was safe. Never possessive but protective, not a claim of marking her as theirs but demanding that the man respected the lady in question, both raised well by their mothers to defend women and never disrespect them, even with their differing of one having two sisters, and the other brothers. Between the both of them it was clear you were to be protected, and still fluffing his feathers out after a bad relationship he settled to helping his friend to land the woman he hoped to be falling just as hard as his friend seemed to be. A conundrum wrapped in a mystery on legs the pair couldn’t quite work out leading to some aims to dig for any press to see if they could work out a bigger picture and find a good angle to go past Tom’s suggestion to use Kal.

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“Hey Richie Rich.”

Lowly a chuckle sounded through the line, “Ugh,” you could hear your friend smoothing a hand over his face, “So knackered. Three back to back flights between interviews. Really the wrong side out.”

“No hugs from your snuggle buddy yet?” His sheepish chuckle had your own grin splitting out through your own exhaustion, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed your subtle hints you’ve been cuddling up to somebody. They treating you well?”

After a reluctant pause he answered, “They are, yes.”

“Good, if not I’m going for their knees.” He chuckled again and your mind flashed back to the exasperated call you had gotten after a few too many glasses of wine when he had first hinted at a possible relationship. True he didn’t remember the tipsy request for advice from the awkward demi who had worse luck in love than he had easing the task of skating past the touchy subject the withdrawn man reluctant to share his most tender side of himself. Something he had caught hints he had shown glimpses and began to see that you would be there to catch him if he would jump into this bond fully.

From work to his private life he had folded back that curtain and even in the longest stretches where he would fall silent and unintentionally ghost people in delving into his characters. Since first meeting as Daniel Miller and Bell, her reluctantly used CIA agent far from tamable or conquerable, he would receive her small messages. Single orders out of nowhere to have a cup of tea or the most puzzling at three in the morning while filming in the middle of nowhere to eat a carrot he knew his distant friend was waiting and still caring for him. Always there and willing to listen to his hours of ranting when he was stuck with an avalanche on information illegible to his character he had studied all folding into place with a single unorthodox question on a quirk his character might have. One slipped smiley face on a folded slip of paper on set your first day and his smile was now at home when he was in contact with or near you.

“I saw your latest pop up online. They have a whole Instagram account dedicated to their shadows you know.”

“Ugh,” he chuckled and you replied, “it’s not my fault they keep filming in public spaces.”

“No it’s not. But it is not ok you haven’t gotten their number yet.”

“And just whose number am I supposed to be getting exactly there Casanova?”

“Either one seems a catch. I hear they both are wonderful. Marten and Benedict are close to Tom, I’ve only heard about Henry in passing,”

“I am not going to assume-,”

“You are phenomenal and they are blind if they haven’t caught on yet. Besides, Tom’s been catching up on Berlin Station, no doubt Bell will catch his eye.”

“I’m in fishnets and a corset my first scene, that’s not usually an eye seeking missile,” again he laughed and shifted in his seat at your sarcastic comment, “Besides, you know how much I hate it all being so physical. I know they’re attractive, I have eyes, just the typical actress hoping to be more than just to be somebody’s piece of ass.”

“I get it, trust me,” true you were nearly half his age but this one thing you bonded in. Drop dead gorgeous even without the pound of makeup and burlesque costume from your first meeting that faded away in the first awful joke you had whispered to him between sets to break his set in scowl for the lighter scene coming up and he could see the dazzler within. Awkward duckling in swans clothing with absolutely verbatim knowledge on how marketable her facade was with only a wish to curl up at home on the funds you had earned in flawless take after take with jokes between. Not shy but comfortable in yourself only timid around others who never seemed to wish to look deeper driving you to older companions a generation ahead or even publicly out actors who wouldn’t dare to ever imply they were wishing to cross that line.

A few well placed publicity dates here and there at first and the act had tired you out of the process altogether and now added to the stealthy ladies of the limelight unwilling to share their dating lives, as of you had one. You were evenly matched with decades in between, now nearing his silver fox years happily Richard had taken the first leap to stop tearing himself apart for roles to meet the standards for the required shirtless scenes now less frequent in his acceptable dad bod years. It wasn’t hard to understand and commiserate in the shared effect on your daily lives to force workouts, facials, skin regimens and the like to keep up your profession and roles. “Have you at least talked to Tom lately?”

“His mum sent me a package.”

“Ooh, nice how did that happen?”

“Well, ran into Tom in the lift last week and he mentioned he would be off filming but he said something about an early birthday gift was being sent to him and he wouldn’t be able to get back in time. He spaced on the dates not realizing he wouldn’t be here and I guess my comment before when I got his last script in my box by mistake and left some spare biscuits I bought with them and said I’m next door if he needs anything.”

“Ah, so when she sent you a package-,”

“He got a package at my place, which if it happens again I’m counting it as permission to say we’ve at least dated to even the intimacy.” Making him chuckle again, “No doubt he would understand that logic.”

Another knock had you walking to your door and listening in he heard you sign for the package then close the door saying, “Robert Downey jr has my address.”

To which he replied, “Oh that is datable offense right there, friends and family too.”

“Speaking of dates,” you said plopping back onto your couch leaving the box by the other on the end of your coffee table settling your notepad turned planner for your travel plans for the upcoming convention you were appearing at for two different series and a sci-fi trilogy you were the lead in. “Heard about a certain uncle.” Again making him chuckle bashfully, “I am so proud of you. Loved Crucible and this will be just as spectacular.”

“Thank you, and I can’t wait to see the third installment of the, what the hell is it called again? The porcupine raptor thing?”

“Goruntrafnacerptornius.” You said with a giggle. Used to being asked how to say it as the only actor in the film to have mastered the name in the whole franchise leaving the others abbreviating the bastardized cloned dinosaur chimeras the size of toasters. Main creatures in a new Jurassic Park twist with the tiny creatures enlisting the aid of a dishonored and framed alien warrior(you) and her mixed group of fellow banished prisoners to help build a bridge to an unclaimed island for them to rule apart from their former Master. Enemies to family of misfits and unlikely bond tropes exploding into this nonsensical idea of a show seemed to be crack on film people flocked to in droves. “If you weren’t working I’d invite you to the premier. Looks like I’ll have to settle for sending you a copy when it’s out maybe to add to your pile to watch.”

“I always watch yours first, you know that.” Another notification that the latest video you had popped up in sounded on your phone as Richard’s doorbell rang, “Ah, Love, that’s my breakfast.”

“Say no more, I have to get ready anyways myself. Get there and back in time for Henry to wake me up again at five. Love you.”

“Love you, call you tomorrow.”

In the click the phone app dissolved and left the social page open showing the groggy barely conscious video of you fresh off your last flight home before Tom had left with Henry and Tom dancing along to the song you were listening to and belting out over mouthing along as you had imagined racking up notices on. The blurry shots of their faces and yours left people dismissing it as a fake if not posted by Henry himself on his way to the gym later that night, the same place his previous video had been filmed. Another edited clip of his various workouts with ample comments on you the mystery woman in the back of the shot doing far more impressive body weight exercises as the larger men hogged the machines and hand weights ending. Complete with a post shower poke to his sweater you then pinched stirring a curious smirk from him at your asking where he got it.

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Filming was hard but in the middle of a groggy exchange with Tom you had fallen asleep sending off an answer to his question of, ‘Have you seen the new Superman costume? What do you think of it?’ Trying to see if anyone he knew came up with the same answer as the comic you had posted hours prior stating that he was trying to be more like Batman and could slip into shadows easier with darker shades than the Reeves version of the costume. Complete with images of different tries to hide only to have various colored parts of the costume point him out from the old one almost like a glow stick in the shadows to the new one with just a voice bubble saying, ‘Perfect.’

‘Looks like he wants it taken off.’ Tom couldn’t help but laugh first at the message then Henry’s deep inhale and excuse to refill his drink to hide his blush. Replies went unanswered leaving Tom grinning and stating you must have fallen asleep after being unable to only to be woken a few hours with a flurry of answers with an apology.

Finally a lapse in filming would bring you back to their path, right after a press stop of your own, all able to meet up for a dinner after the first night of the convention you were all set to attend. It was getting colder every day and finally Henry through Tom had answered the question of where the sweater was from. The real question being how would you handle the press, because it was out now, who was in the videos with the men and questions were swirling around. You could ignore them living on the tiny island to film the latest bit for the long running crime show you had filmed another three episode arc on for the next season coming up after the skyrocketing effect your last pop in had given the show that was near leveling off in interesting plot lines. They needed a villain and boy did you supply one.

A bad storm however had kept you from one fan meet that was canceled and for an hour you offered answers for the people who had sent questions to your account asking for when it might be rescheduled so they could talk to you. Needless to say wine had been opened and perhaps a swig too many and you felt yourself warming up and dozing off stating that you would only answer a couple more questions. The final ones you had read was ‘The holidays are coming up, any special plans for Christmas, New Years and Valentines?’

The one after being, ‘WHAT?!!!!’ Pertaining to your stunning answer before passing out, ‘Next to Tom Hiddleston and under Henry Cavill, same as most nights between jobs.’

Pt 2

#Henry Cavil x Reader OC #Tom Hiddleston #Richard Armitage #Request

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Did you see JOHN MARSTON from RED DEAD REDEMPTION walking around Limbo? The CISMALE looks like SKEET ULRICH, and is FIFTY ONE years old. I’ve heard he can be LOYAL & RESOURCEFUL but also SHORT-SIGHTED & IMPULSIVE. When I think of them I think of FACIAL SCARS, A RELUCTANT GUNSLINGER, AND A WOLF STALKING ITS PREY. They’ve been here WITH their memories as a DETECTIVE at LCPD for THIRTEEN YEARS. I heard they’re still trying to figure out how they ended up in Limbo.

so, a quick rundown for anyone unfamiliar with the character, then a brief summary of that rundown, some stuff about his new life, then some little tidbit bullet points. spoilers for rdr 1&2, in case anyone hasn’t played them yet and wants to.

Born south of Chicago in 1873, his father was blinded in a bar fight when he was a child and died later when he was eight. His mother was a prostitute that died giving birth to him.

John killed a man at 11 years old, though he said it wasn’t his fault. A year later he was caught stealing from homesteaders in southern Illinois and they were going to hang him when a man named Dutch van der Linde intervened and took him in. John joined Dutch’s gang.

It took a long time but eventually when Dutch starts going crazy there’s only a few people who are really looking out for John, one of which is Arthur who sacrifices himself so he can run away with his wife Abigail and their son Jack to hopefully have a good, normal life.

They live on the run for a while until Abigail leaves him and John realizes he needs to settle down, so he takes out a loan with the bank to buy a plot of land and with the help of some friends, builds a house and a ranch to make Abigail come back and show her he’s committed to a peaceful life with her. That’s until Sadie, a friend that was in Dutch’s gang returns with news of finding the man, Micah, who killed Arthur and was responsible for poisoning Dutch’s mind.

After John kills Micah and gets the money from an old job that went sour, that encourages the federal government to resume the search for the remnants of Dutch’s gang, taking Abigail & Jack and forcing John to hunt down the rest of the gang if he ever wants to see them again.

John confronts Bill Williamson, his first target at an old abandoned military fort where Bill shoots him and leaves him to die outside the fort. He’s found by a woman named Bonnie McFarlane and her ranch hand Amos. After she treats his wounds and gives him room and board, he works off his debt to her at her ranch, and resumes his mission to take down Bill Williamson, Javier Esquella, and Dutch van der Linde.

It’s a long road, but eventually after completing his mission, John is reunited with Abigail and Jack, and life seemingly goes back to normal. That is, until the ranch is stormed by countless government agents. Betrayed and lied to, John tries to fight but after seeing a long time friend shot, he realizes it’s pointless and helps his wife and son to the barn so they can get a horse and make a run for it, promising he’ll be right behind them. Then, when it’s only him left, he walks through the barn doors to be relentlessly shot and killed by the dozens of government agents still standing.

if ya don’t wanna read all that, i don’t blame you lol. basically: john was an outlaw in a gang, eventually the group fell apart, his best friend died, mentor betrayed him, and he had a wife and kid to think about and protect so he tried to get out of that life and make an honest living under a false identity. that didn’t last long because federal agents eventually found him, kidnapped his wife and child, and forced him to take down the last living members of the old gang. when he finally completed his task he was supposed to be able to get back to his honest life, but they betrayed him and stormed his house, killing him after a dramatic last stand — or so he thought.

arrived in limbo completely healed up. even the deep scars he had on his face from being attacked by wolves back in the day were only faintly noticeable.

life in limbo was so far removed from anything he ever would have imagined, with all the bright lights, skyscrapers, and technology... it was a brand new world for the old gunslinger, and he was admittedly very slow to adapt.

didn’t make many new friends or have much direction early on, but there was this one woman he befriended that helped him understand the world, but the hardest thing about this new life was not having his son or his wife there with him. it took a long time for him to come to terms with the idea he might never see them again, and during that time he and his new friend had developed mutual feelings for each other. it took years, but she taught him it was okay to love again. until of course, she up and disappeared one day without a trace.

he did what he could to find her but despite some impressive detective work on his part, he never learned what happened to her. he did however, find a new calling. something he was good at. something to pass the time. so he spent the next few years working until he could become a detective --- but this time, on the “right” side of the law. 

his new favorite food is burritos, especially vending machine burritos. that’s mind-blowing to him.

truly amazed by all the technology and the internet. he’s done his best to assimilate but he’s still not very savvy with any of it. trying to video call him is like trying to facetime your grandma.

doesn’t know whether he’s captivated or embarrassed by old westerns. maybe a bit of both.

appreciates yoga pants, crop tops, and the like way more than he’ll admit.

pretty knowledgeable these days, honestly. it was difficult but he did manage to complete his education and even spends a lot of his free time reading books now.

still has all of arthur’s old belongings, and believe it or not, he still wears his hat on occasion, though he doesn’t carry his or arthur’s satchels anymore. he hopes to see arthur again someday and return his stuff to its rightful owner.

he does tend to wear gamblers hats and the like still, but he’s also integrated baseball caps into his wardrobe.

misses horse riding so fucking much.

has gotten much better at illustrating and writing, though he journals much less often these days.

still has his deadeye and has unfortunately had to use it on a few occasions.

took a shotgun blast to the leg a couple years back that completely shattered his bones, so the docs replaced it with a completely titanium leg and hip (under a skin coating of course). good ol’ 2080. he might be in better condition now than he ever was in his old life.

#john marston. #limbchq: intro #john marston ( intro ). #death tw #injury tw

[tiaragqueen]

Benefit Of The Doubt: Chapter 1

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“You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. For you, my babe, I'll give my everything. You will always be always be my queen, and I'll love girl. I'll love you endlessly.” - Obsession [Consoul Trainin]

Unknown [07.30 pm]: This is the first time I’ve seen you wearing a dress, and I can’t say that I’m disappointed.

 Seen.

 Unknown [07.55 pm]: They say that red is a sexy color and they’re right. That color really brings out your beautiful eyes.

 Seen.

 Unknown [08.15 pm]: I’m so glad I have the chance to see what perfection is. It is a shame that I’m unable to see it from up close.

 Seen.

 Unknown [08.43 pm]: Nonetheless, the day shall come when you wear that dress for me only.

 Seen.

 Unknown [11.28 pm]: Those disgusting men were ogling at you. Should I get rid of them all?

 Seen.

 Unknown [11.33 pm]: Smart girl. I’m happy that you told them off. I wonder what other things can those luscious lips do...

 Seen.

 Unknown [12.17 am]: Aw... Did those heels hurt your legs, baby? Poor you. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll buy better ones for you. Just name the brand and I’ll have them delivered straight to your house. It doesn’t matter if they’re expensive.

 Seen.

 Unknown [12.20 am]: Your happiness is more important to me.

 Seen.

 You’d never seen a more hypocritical text in your entire life. Did they think you were happy being stalked like this? Did they think you were flattered by their attention? Did they think you wanted this?

 No, you didn’t. You weren’t some kind of a thirsty attention seeker. But, of course, they were too fucking blind to see the truth.

 Then again, what did you expect from a stalker anyway? It wasn’t as if they would just drop everything and leave you alone like any normal, sane person out there. They were delusional. They thought that by showering you with love and attention, then you would be grateful and thus, increasing their chance of ‘wooing’ you.

 Like hell.

 And how the fuck did they know your address? Sure, you’d never received any type of gift sent here before, but how would you know that they wouldn’t do that sometime in the future?

 Or worse, visiting you in person?

 Well, that would be both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, you would see your stalker and possibly recognize them, if you knew them beforehand. It was actually a scary thought, but it was better than having a stranger fell head over heels to you. While you weren’t a true believer in ‘love at first sight’, it wasn’t something so far-fetched in this world. If such a thing didn’t exist, then why would some people write love at first sight stories?

 And on the other hand, you wouldn’t know what they would do once they meet you. To actually breathe in the same air as you. There was always a probability of them kidnapping you, or raping you. Or even both. It would be naïve to consider a more mannered way they would ‘greet’ you since they were most likely mental anyway.

 At least, that was what you thought.

 Sighing, you locked your phone and put it on the nightstand. Maybe you shouldn't have to check those messages in the first place. They were giving you a headache now, and the day hadn’t even started yet.

 You ripped the covers from your bare legs and stumbled into the bathroom. Bleary-eyed, you stopped in front of the mirror to inspect your appearance. It was disheveled and had people see the state you were in, they would be convinced you were an escapee from a mental hospital. [h/c] locks jutted out in every direction, reminiscent to Medusa's hair. Makeup smeared over your tired face, and the fake eyelashes weighed down your already drowsy lids. Your breath was smelly, despite not consuming any alcohol last night. The red halter dress that your friends forced you to wear felt constricting, particularly around the chest area.

 Was it possible to gain weight overnight?

 Shaking your head, you shuffled through your morning routine and took extra care in cleaning the makeup. There were already a few acnes formed on your face, small enough for a powder to hide them well. You weren’t necessarily in the mood to put on another makeup, but you couldn’t risk angering your boss. Sure, he was nice – actually nicer than your last one – yet it didn’t mean you could take advantage of his kindness.

 Taeyeon had warned you, during your first day, that Kim Namjoon was rather strict with the rules. An employee once went home with a beet red face after he fired them in front of their co-workers due to some obscure reason. It might be common in the workplace, but the shame wasn’t something that you’d like to experience for the second time. Suffice to say, you strived to avoid his anger by working as hard as you could. This occupation paid you more than your previous job, and you would be damned to let it go.

 Breakfast didn’t feel very fulfilling despite it being the same menu you had every day; a peanut buttered sandwich and a glass of hot tea. Although you kept forcing yourself to not overthink and just stay in the present, this stalking occurrence had taken a huge space inside your brain. The cheery chirping of the birds outside became white noise to you like millions of questions muffled your hearing. You were beginning to get frustrated because none of them didn’t make any sense nor did they provide an answer.

 Thus, in order to clear your mind, you decided to hail a cab instead. You usually took a train or bus, but today you weren’t too keen on being around people. Their hushed chatters could worsen your already bad mood, therefore a change in scenery might be all you needed.

 A beep shattered the peaceful silence that you desired after reading those intrusive messages. Fishing your phone out of your bag, you turned on the device and found that your senior had texted you.

 Taeyeon [07.15 am]: Don’t forget my shift, okay? :)

 Oh, yes. You forgot about the promise that you’d made to cover her shift because she was feeling under the weather. Why did you agree, anyway?

 Right, because you pitied her. It wasn’t like you could say no to her, either. She’d done a lot for you to make sure you were comfortable with your new job. It would be rude if you reject her plea, not to mention unappreciative.

 Well, had you knew your stalker would strike again, then you would surely decline.

 People were right. You could be too selfless for your own good sometimes.

 You [07.17 am]: Yeah, sure. Don’t forget to drink your medicine and eat lots of healthy food.

 Taeyeon [07.20 am]: Thx! <3 You’re so considerate, I owe ya!

 A small smile graced your once frowning face. Well, maybe being too selfless wasn’t too bad if people could acknowledge and appreciate your assistance. However small it might be. The feeling of being able to help those in need was something indescribable, yet gratifying nonetheless.

 “Morning, [Name]!”

 A tall man, with a baby face that never failed to make you secretly gushed at its cuteness every time you saw him, waved from his desk. Chanyeol was the second senior who immediately befriended you after Taeyeon. His cheerful yet easy-going aura lowered your guard almost instantly, and you were glad that you met someone like him in such a fast-paced environment. It was hard for you to talk to new people, as you usually chose to analyze the surroundings first so you could get a grasp on the do's and don’ts.

 Nodding, you shot him a rather coy smile. “Good morning, Chanyeol-seonbae.”

 The said man grinned, satisfied with the more relaxed honorific. He’d told you that ‘ssi’ made him sound older than he actually was – despite the fact that he was a good few years older than you – and insisted on either dropping it or use a more ‘casual’ term like ‘oppa’. You remembered Taeyeon had slapped him with a folder and suggested ‘seonbae’ instead. Her suggestion was appreciated because a much as you wanted to shorten the emotional distance with him, ‘oppa’ was too lax and... intimate for you to use to a senior. Especially to someone you just met.

 “Where’s Taeyeon?” he asked. Leaning against your desk, Chanyeol watched you put down your bag and turned on the PC.

 “Ill,” you replied as you inserted the password on to the computer. “She texted me two days ago, said that she’s not feeling well. She wanted me to cover her shift.”

 “And…?” He raised a brow and tapped his forearm, waiting for your next response.

 You shrugged nonchalantly. “I agreed, of course.”

 “Aish, you.” Chanyeol reached out to muss your hair, a habit that appeared whenever he was displeased at something you did. However, your fast reflex allowed you to avoid his ‘destroying’ hand. “You’re still new in here, and yet you’re already covering someone’s shift? Talk about workaholic.”

 “It’s just a one-time thing, Seonbae.” You didn’t know whether you were defending your bruised ego or Taeyeon. Most likely both. “And I’m not exactly new, either.”

 “Of course you are! You’ve been here for, like, six months.”

 “That’s still considered long, though…”

 “Nope, unless you’ve worked for a year. Less than that, you’re still a newbie.” He grinned playfully as he leaned forward to pinch your cheeks. “My beloved junior~”

 You rolled your eyes, secretly basking on his brotherly affection. His teasing attitude was what probably you looked forward the most every day. Well, aside from the gossip and newest rumors Taeyeon always managed to get from other employees both inside and outside your department. You liked to listen to those pieces of presumably false information, although you didn’t care enough to dig further.

 “Is that true?” A deep voice inquired, startling you both.

 Chanyeol instinctively bowed to Namjoon while you straightened up. Namjoon dismissed him, muttering an order to return his desk. Chanyeol obeyed without another word and left after giving you one last nod. You returned the gesture and averted your gaze to Namjoon who patiently waited for your reply.

 “Um... What is true, if I may ask?” you asked, unsure of what he’d questioned.

 “About Taeyeon’s absence.”

 “O-oh,” you nodded repeatedly to show your understanding. “Yes, that’s true. I… I can show you the message if you want, Sir.”

 Namjoon lifted a hand to dismiss your offer. “No need. I just want to confirm it myself since she hasn’t texted me yet.”

 Pointy finger drew invisible circles against the grey desk as you subtly avoided his intense stare. “Maybe she forgot. I’m sure she’ll text you… eventually.” you mumbled the last part.

 “I sure hope so,” Namjoon closed his eyes and hummed. It was the kind of sound people made to indicate they were thinking about something, and somehow you had a feeling that it wouldn’t be pleasant. “It won’t be good if she loses her job,” he peered through his eyelashes, trying to gauge your reaction from the rhetorical question. “… Right?”

 You froze, eyes wide. Did you hear it correctly? Or were your ears playing tricks on you? There was no way he would fire Taeyeon just because she forgot to text him, right? Well, you supposed it was understandable. But still, it was just a simple mistake and besides, the clock hadn’t even strike eight yet. There was simply no need for such a drastic measure.

 “Um, uh, I…”

 “I’m kidding.” Namjoon suddenly chuckled. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, unaware of the mischievous grin he donned. “She actually texted me last night.”

 You weren’t sure if you should smile or click your tongue at his – frankly speaking – a cruel joke. However, for the sake of politeness, you chose the former.

 “That’s not why I’m here, to be honest.” He cleared his throat, still silently observing you through his peripheral vision. “I have a lunch meeting this afternoon, and I want you to come with me.”

 It wasn’t a request, nor was it an invitation. It was an order; one that you had to obey as his employee. Still, it didn’t make it sound any less confusing.

 “But… why?”

 “Why what?”

 You frowned, contemplating over the million reasons as to why he would ask you to come with him instead of his personal assistant. Because, what? You were just an ordinary worker. “You have Lee Chaerin-ssi, Sir. So why-?”

 “She’s busy,” he cut you off without batting an eyelash. “Unless you have some objections…?”

 “Oh, no, no. Of course not! I, uh…” you tittered, scratching your hair in both nervousness and confusion. “Of course I’d love to come with you, Sir! I was just, um… making sure there’s no mistake. Yeah, that’s it.”

 Namjoon blinked slowly, face betraying no emotion whatsoever. You hated that kind of expression, because what if he chewed you out due to your hesitation? Thankfully, he smiled before you could fall into another overthinking state.

 “That’s great. I shall come back later.” He reached forward and patted you on the back. “Now, finish your work.”

 You nodded, smiling through your discomfort of having his hand lingered a bit too long behind you. “Yes, Sir.”

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[whoaiminactivenowwepa]

On The Run (fanfic) - Chapter 1: The Deal

Summary: Lee decides to leave Texas with a childhood enemy after agreeing to help each other out.

A/N: AND SO IT BEGINS. Woof, this is my first time doing this sort of thing. I had a lot of fun writing the interactions between these two and I really hope you guys enjoy it.

Word Count: 2681

Notes: I mention here that Hester is a jackrabbit when she’s really an arctic hare. In the canon, Lee doesn’t know that she’s a hare until he meets Iorek in Once Upon A Time In The North. Wanted to clear that up in case anyone here hasn't read the book.

Speaking of OUATITN, I never got to finish it yet either, and I took the liberty of writing in some tiny details that might contradict from it. So sorry if I accidentally get any Lee Scoresby backstory info wrong.

Anyways, enjoy!!

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"Can't you move any faster?" Lee Scoresby whines softly, waiting by the back door of the Wright’s family mansion.

After several more minutes, Jane suddenly emerges from the window above him and she climbs down the vines growing down the side of the brick exterior walls. Hanging around her shoulder was a satchel of the last few things she needed before they leave.

She releases the vines and lands on the grass right in front of Lee, taking him and his jackrabbit dæmon, Hester, by surprise.

She's followed by her own dæmon, a Eurasian lynx named Zachyre, the feline landing just as gracefully on all fours.

Lee blinks before he follows Jane, who is now running into the wheat field ahead where his new balloon had already been set up and ready to take off.

Jane was just Lee's age, in fact, a few months older. She was a beautiful young woman of slightly built but slender frame. Her hair was of short curly blonde and she wore an expensive-looking leather bomber jacket that reflected her wealth quite easily. The handkerchief tied around her neck was her signature touch. The handkerchief changes everyday but regardless, you almost never see her without one.

Their hearts race as they run down the golden wheat field and nostalgic memories of carefree childhoods resurface.

The two young adults were running down the fields like children on recess after a boring first period at kindergarten.

The cool spring breeze seemed to make the gold in Jane's hair fly, and the skyline of wooden ranch houses, towers and trees seemed to blaze past Lee like he was already soaring great speeds. They weren't even in the skies yet, but they had never felt so free.

Jane makes it first into the gondola, where she had already began removing the ropes and anchors holding the balloon in place. Lee sprints faster and hops inside right at the nick of time.

The balloon immediately takes off as the draft pulls them high into the stars. After a few moments, the balloon stabilizes in the air. Lee takes off his hat and sinks onto the floor as he and Hester catch their breath.

"Jeez... Were you planning on leaving us?"

"You weren't running fast enough" She laughs and sinks down onto the floor as well, breathing heavily.

Whatever, I still made it, he thinks to himself.

This was it. It was finally happening.

Lee had wanted to leave the country for so long and that day has finally come.

He has no expectations, no specific plans. Just a hunger to be in some place new; to start a new life and completely start over in unknown lands, where nobody knows his name and nobody can hold him back.

He could go to the beaches of Greece. He could mine jewels and diamonds in the Malaysian mountains. He could befriend Eastern witches. He could fly to the North and meet a panserbjørne. The possibilities were endless.

It would be just he and Hester against the world. Well, at least that was what he had originally planned. But things had gotten... Complicated.

Jane opens her satchel to double check its contents. Inside it was some extra gold and pearl jewelry she planned to sell for extra money, and an aeronaut's manual. It was this small thick book with a picture of a balloon on the cover.

He honestly couldn't believe he decided to take her with him. He had always quite loathed her family name for how they bossed the low and middle class around liked they owned everything and everyone there... Which they sort of did, but that wasn't the point.

It took Hester some convincing him for him to realize it, but he needed some guidance if he really wanted to go through with their little "expedition". Not just guidance on where he should go first but also on actually flying the balloon. Thankfully, he knew someone who was knowledgeable with both.

The only problem was... That person was Jane Miller Wright. They were never exactly in the best of terms since childhood, and he had always found her to be quite the annoying presence.

But she offered a deal with him. It was simple: She'll give him flying lessons if he agrees to take her away from home. She wouldn't tell exactly where she was going, just what she was leaving behind, and that she'll show him where she needed to go.

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Lee gets on his feet to look at the scenery. The town was lit up by small glowing dots of streetlights and outdoor porch lights.

The moonlight glimmered over miles and miles of crops, fields and open land where he used to spend his weekends re-enacting the Battle of the Alamo with the orphans his uncle and aunt looked after.

He could see them just pass the clocktower he once climbed with a childhood friend long ago. It was the tallest structure in town where every sunset, it promised a beautiful view of the sun meeting the dots of trees on the horizon.

This town carried 21 years worth of memories. It was almost as if his whole life was being laid out before him... And he's about to leave all of it behind. Gosh, he didn't realize how much he was leaving behind.

Lee had been considerably quiet for quite some time now, and it wasn't very like him.

"Hey. Lee, you in there?"

Lee stands there in silence for a bit before he gets out of his own head.

"Sorry, I was just... Thinking."

"Really? That's a rare occurrence."

"Oh, har-dee-har." Lee groans as he puts on a thin coat that was hung on one of the balloon's load supports.

"This whole 'venture was my idea, you know."

"Yes, and you've hardly thought through it. You don't even have the skills to fly this thing"

"That's exactly why I agreed to bring you here, isn't it?"

Lee's quick hands suddenly pulls out the aeronaut's manual from behind his back. Jane scoffs. Now that was one impressive skill Lee had that she didn't.

"So where do we start? Teach me, teacher."

"And if I don't?"

"I really hope you didn’t hit your head when you jumped out of that window. Seems like you amnesia-d the deal out of your noggin. Look, if you don't fill your end of the bargain, I'm afraid I'd have to take you right back to that filthy mansion of yours."

“You will do that?”

“Of course I will.”

Lee steps closer towards her. Just inches apart, the tall man looked down at her with dark, intimidating eyes.

"After all, balloon's nothing without its pilot." he points at the subtitle of the manual which reads exactly that:

A balloon is nothing without its pilot.

They hold each other's glare, both of them insistently standing their ground. Suddenly, a devilish smirk tugs on Jane's face.

"Has it not occurred to you that this balloon's already got a pilot?"

Lee's brows furrow "What do you mean?"

Then suddenly, it dawns on him. Hester groans and mutters to herself as the thought only now comes to her as well.

Shit. He really didn’t think this through.

She's the only one here who knows how to fly this balloon.

Shit, the deal was a ploy! And she really was trying to leave him behind back there. That part of her plan didn't work out, but it didn't matter. She's still the only one here with flying experience, so with or without him, this balloon was practically hers now.

Jane laughs at the look on Lee's face and grabs the book back from his hand while he's pre-occupied.

She strides onto the far edge of the gondola and began working with the ropes and levers in a pattern that was alien to Lee.

He groans. She's showing off.

"So this whole thing was just about stealing my balloon, huh?"

"I'm honestly surprised it took you this long to figure it out." Jane comments, side-eyeing him as she worked. Boy, he would do anything for a chance to smack that smirk off of her face.

"She's joking." Zachyre hops onto the cushion seats so he's on Lee's eye level. "We weren't trying to steal from you."

"Are you, now? I'm pretty sure you just stole my balloon from me... And kidnapping me too, I suppose."

Lee faces back to Jane, "and here I thought I could trust you. I should've known thievery runs in the family." He says in a mocking tone.

His last statement almost sets her off.

"You're one to talk about thievery--!" Jane angrily stomps as she walked up to Lee. Lee takes a few steps back, actually getting worried at what she’s about to do with the rope she was holding, but Zachery steps in her way, purring loudly as he rubbed himself against her leg. It always calms her down.

"He's just trying to aggravate you; trying to make you regret getting involved. But we shouldn't give him that satisfaction." Zachyre explains softly.

Jane takes a moment to collect herself with a deep breath.

"Alright, cowboy. For your information, I haven't broken any promises yet. Your balloon is still yours, I'm merely taking over management."

"Ah." Lee replies, dry sarcasm in his voice.

"I'm a lady of my word; I will teach you how to fly... In time."

She walks back towards Lee, locking a potent glare as she ties a knot with the rope in her hands.

"But in the meantime, balloon's nothing without its pilot, isn't that right, Mr. Scoresby?"

She walks away, her hair flips as she turns to continue what she was doing. Hester giggles in amusement. She had to admit, this was entertaining to watch.

Lee as well couldn't help but smile as a soft chuckle escaped him.

"Alright, then... Captain." Lee rolls his eyes. "Perhaps the least you could do is tell me where we're going?"

Jane glares at Lee with the same belittling side-eye look. She hesitates, then rummages through her other bags. After a few seconds, she pulls out a large folded piece of paper and sets it down on the floor. It was a world map.

Lee kneels down next to her while Hester approaches one edge of the paper. They were clearly excited. They never had the money to travel outside of Texas, so anywhere seemed to be a great place to start.

Jane studies the map for a few seconds then points on a drawing of European land.

"London." she concludes.

Lee squints and his brows furrow.

"London? Seriously?" Hester grunts.

"What?" Jane raises an eyebrow at her.

London was always known to be a bit of a fancified city. The people there were clean and wealthy and flaunted flamboyant expensive apparel and jewelry. Probably Jane and Zachyre's type of destination but definitely not Lee and Hester's.

"I'm not sure if you've noticed, but Hester and I won't exactly... Fit in." Lee gestures himself and his dirty farmer attire. His moustache was thin and as messy as his hair. He was wearing an old checkered button-up under a thin cotton coat, with dark blue jeans and boots covered in mud and wheat.

"Why do you even need to go to London of all places?"

"Why not? I thought you wanted to see new places. I'm sure you've never been to a city like London before."

Lee raises an eyebrow. Was that another brag?

"No, but I was just hoping for something more... I don't know, fun? Like a beach, or an art museum in France or at least some elephants in Africa or something."

"There's plenty of things to do in London! And if you're so concerned about fitting in, I'll buy you some clothes when we get there."

"You will?"

"Yes. You have a terrible fashion sense anyways."

Lee laughs then shoots back. “Says the girl in bell bottom jeans.”

“What’s wrong with my jeans?”

“Those stopped being cool like, 2 years ago.”

They go on like this for what feels like hours. At first, it was a small debate over whether or not bell bottom jeans were still cool. Afterwards, they continued  nitpicking the smallest things about each other, just mocking one another with Jane’s petty insults and Lee’s purposefully terribly jokes.

Hours pass. Finally, the gondola had reduced to a comfortable silence as small beams of orange sunlight began to appear in the sky.

Jane looked after the balloon as they continued going northwest, while Lee sat quietly on the cushioned seats reading the aeronaut's manual. Every now and then, he'd look up at Jane to watch her work, trying to figure out on his own which was which and what did what.

Lee looks at the opposite side of the balloon and noticed Zachyre and Hester whispering something to each other. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Eventually, Lee began to yawn. His eyelids were beginning to feel heavy and he could barely comprehend what he was reading anymore. That meant that Hester was getting tired too. She excuses herself from her conversation with Zachyre and hops on the seat next to Lee.

“We should sleep” she says as she gets on his lap and moves the manual out of his line of sight.

“Hello to you too. You two seemed to be enjoying yourselves.”

“I’d say the same about you and Jane.” She replies. Lee exhales sharply from his nose.

“Well, you clearly weren’t listening to our conversation. We were arguing over bell-bottom pants and haircuts, Hester.”

“And you were having fun. Both of you. I could tell, and Zachyre could too.”

Lee gives her a confused look. That’s what they were talking about the whole time?

“Look, I’m as surprised as you are. But you know, we’ve never really got to spend time with them alone before. Maybe leaving with their company wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”

Lee considered her words in his silence. She had a point. He hardly knows anything about her other than her last name was Wright. They lived in opposite sides of the city, so they only ever saw each other in local events and competitions. Whenever that happens, they either get into discourse with each other’s group of friends or prefer to avoid each other. But surprisingly, spending alone time with her doesn’t feel very different from spending alone time with his own good friends.

The mocking, the petty insults, the deprecating jokes followed by laughter. Only difference is that Jane is a girl, and he'd never met a woman with her kind of attitude. In fact, now that he thought about it, that quality about her is kind of admirable.

The idea of having quality bonding time with Jane seemed crazy to him. He looks over at her. She’s sitting down now, just watching the clouds fly past her and feeling the wind in her hair, deep in her own thoughts. He began to wonder if similar thoughts were running around her mind about him. Is she enjoying his company? Is she as surprised about it as he is?

“You know she tried to steal our balloon and leave us behind, right?” Lee looks back at Hester.

“Honestly? It seemed like something you would do.”

Lee chuckles. Perhaps he and Jane had more in common than he’d like to admit.

Before he could continue the thought, Hester suddenly cuddles up with him inside his coat. “Go to sleep.” She says with sterner tone in her voice. Lee wanted to stay awake, but Hester’s soft furry body against his stomach felt so warm and relaxing and cozy. It was making sleep all the more tempting.

He rests his hand over her and holds her close as he began to lean a bit onto the empty gas tank on his side. She’s right. She always is. About sleeping at least. He’s going to need a lot of rest for the adventure in London. Hopefully, it will be as memorable as Jane insists.

#fanfic #au #his dark materials #lee scoresby #on the run fic

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Denial

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Reader

Words: 2k

Summary: Oblivious to Michael’s true nature, Y/N finds herself fearful of the truth, only to find she can’t escape it

Warnings: angst, mentions of kidnapped, fluff, time jumps (***)

REQUESTED BY - @zoeharmonmarch

A/N - I’m so sorry I’ve been slow with the previous requests/series... I’m promise I’m getting back into the groove of things xx

Life without Michael, you thought, would be incomplete. Since having moved into the neighbourhood, since Constance and Michael had swung by, welcoming your family to the neighbourhood, you’d never known how important he’d become in your life: how meaningful life would be with him there. Instantly you befriended one other. Overtime, he’d shyly admitted that the first time he saw you, he’d never met a girl as beautiful, as pure and as spirited as you. And for that, he was intrigued and had grown to become infatuated with you. Overtime, you’d come to notice that you spent most of your time with Michael than you did with your own family: you’d become each other’s safe haven.

You’d never grown as close to anyone as you did with Michael and for that you were thankful.

Yet, a part of you become weary: your conscious persuading you that still to this day, hadn’t known much about Michael’s past. You felt that it wasn’t entirely your place to ask, about his parents, perhaps even about his siblings, if he had any. You felt that if the time was right, the discussion would come naturally: and yet now at the peak of your relationship...Still he said nothing.

Soon enough, you began to notice a shift in Michael’s attitude, and his behaviour towards you. You felt somedays he was on and off, at times he’d be distant and cold, and the next, he’d apologise for his rudeness and instantly rekindle his excitement.

You also noticed Constance’s unexplained absence. You’d see her in the house and only in the house: no where else past her own front door to the  estate she’d also owned next to her own. It was strange. Michael would never invite you, never to that house: only his own.

A part of you, instinctively, was curious to know. One time, you’d found yourself walking up the steps, walking up to the front door before a hand instantly caught your arm, only to figure it was Michael who’d stopped you.

“Don’t you ever think to go in there. Do you understand?” He firmly retorted: his eyes piercing through your own, his grip tightening around yours, you were certain it was bruised.

Since then, you’d tried to stay clear from the house, until you’d noticed that Michael spent more of his time in there than in his own.

You were fed up with the secrets, and decided it was best to investigate yourself.

It wasn’t fair at all, you believed. You felt you were being dragged in the dark for too long, closure was all you’d wanted. No matter the truth, you knew you’d still care for Michael... Or so you thought.

Deciding best to sneak during the night, you found yourself creeping through the backyard: hoping, much to your luck that the back door was open.

Michael was always just so careless like this, though during times like this... It was much needed.

Trying best to creep through as silently as possible, you began to hear strange chants echoing through the rooms. Wandering through the kitchen, trying to listen out to the source of sound, you see the light of what seemed to be the dining room lit, and immediately hide out of sight, though enough to see the commotion.

3 figures, 2 women and a man, dressed in black cloaks, stood around the table, facing the opposite side. Much to your horror, your attention travelling down to something that caught your attention against the darkness, was a woman laying lifelessly on the table, the white gown she’d been dressed in torn and drenched in blood. Your hands instinctively reached over sealing your mouth, trying best to silence your screams. Much to your unfortune, your eyes continued to divert to the thing that had grabbed the attention of 3 standing individuals: the sole purpose of your hunt... Michael.

Your heart sank, your train of thought stopped and your body paralysed in shock. You remained still and in disbelief, watching your dearest friend, the man you felt you’d fallen for, devouring what you instantly knew was the heart of the young, defenseless girl.

What the actual fuck, you thought.

An disfigured shadow began to arise over Michael’s head, unfolding to what seemed to be a creature of many heads.

The individuals standing instantly bowing theirs heads, praising the one and only, their Lord, Satan.

What the actual fuck, you thought.

Edging back, not wanting to spend another second facing the truth, your body began to revive itself.

Much to your fright, a hand instantly gripped your shoulder as another covered your mouth hastily, to stop you from screaming.

You thought that it was it: that it was game over for you, now that you were caught, ready to be sacrificed. You felt Michael wouldn’t hesitate in ending your life, and that was the painful truth... He was a monster, and you couldn’t bear to see him this way.

Much to your perplexity, it was Constance.

Still her hand remained over your mouth, her eyes wide with fear, as you stood in her grip trembling from the sight before you.

“Listen to me Y/N, and listen carefully darling. I need you to run, run from here as fast as you can. I don’t want you near Michael again, do you understand me? He’s not who you think he is, he’s done things, terrible things... Now just run.” She whispered, her voice trembling in fear: fearful that you’d be caught in any second. Her hands instantly pushed you towards the door, your movements louder than before, yet swift.

Out you were into the cool, night air: desperate to escape from Michael’s life.

***

Months had passed since you’d last seen Michael, since you practically begged and cried for your family to move.

Michael was angered, had become enraged to hear that you were leaving him, “just like everyone else” he excused, remembering the moment he confronted you. Since escaping the house, you tried best to avoid him: making constant excuses that pardoned you from seeing him. Your family growing aware that the once healthy and vibrant relationship Michael and you had, ceased to exist. Everyday he tried to tempt you to talk, even he begged your parents to see you, until he finally had come to the realisation that you knew, and that you wished to take no part in his insane life...

You didn’t even say goodbye, and yet a part of you ached from it. The part that still reminisced your early times with Michael. Yet you knew better.

Life carried on after leaving. It was difficult at first: you hadn’t told a living soul about your encounters in that house, nor did you want to dwell.

You’d managed to finish high school, secured yourself a spot in college and moved into a dormitory. From then on, you’d convinced yourself that Michael never existed, and what you’d seen was simply a figment of your imagination... It surely felt like it was, now thinking about it.

Yet somehow, someway, your past had managed to creep its way back, devouring you once more.

It was late, returning to your dorm from the library, you thought nothing more than it being a simple Tuesday night.

You were just as careless as Michael was, and should’ve thought thoroughly about the situation.

You were so close to home, so close to rescue when you were seized immediately by 3 figures in the same black cloaks you’d first seen, those many months before.

Fuck, you thought.

Your mouth, once again, sealed tightly by fabric, your cries silenced by its restriction, your movements of retaliation growing tiresome by the second.

You’d gave up: simply had given up, having a feeling that you knew exactly were you were heading, though hoping with all your might that this was simply, as you made it to be, was a figment of your imagination.

Having been shoved into the vehicle, the last sight your eyes had seen was a pendant of a pentagram... You mind instantly recalled Michael.

***

It felt like an hour, perhaps even 2 when the vehicle came to a halt. Your arms yanked up, seeing as how you couldn’t seat yourself up, nor stand as they’d been tied. You’d been pulled out of the vehicle, and dragged once more through the crisp, night air. You felt a sudden change in the atmosphere, felt the sounds of your steps change also, knowing you entered a building. Still you couldn’t even question where it was exactly that you were being taken: your mouth still shut against your will.

Few minutes continued to pass, as you walked through the space, until you’d been seated in a chair. You could hear a door immediately swing open, faint steps growing louder, approaching faster, before you’d instantly recognised the voice.

“What the fuck was the meaning of this?” He roared, angered by your fellow kidnappers.

“M-my Lord, this w-was the only way we could b-bring her, if we were to make sure she c-couldn’t escape” A man’s stuttering voice replied.

My Lord? You questioned: you’d refused to believe who that voice belonged to. You were in denial: you couldn’t bring yourself to accept it.

“I told you to bring her back to me, in peace, unharmed. Not fucking tied against her own breath. Let’s hope for your sake, there isn’t a single fucking bruise on her.” He growled, before his steps closed in on you, hearing his pants crinkle, as he knelt himself before you.

Feeling his hand reach over, his fingers gripping the fabric of the blindfold, you felt it being removed, yet still your eyes remained closed.

Denial, you thought.

You felt, his fingers move down instantly, cautiously pulling the fabric off your mouth, that instantly gasped for air as it was removed.

“Y/n, my love, open your eyes.”

Gradually, out of fear, not wanting to upset the beast within him, you opened your eyes: only to be met with the familiar, once welcoming blue eyes you’d grown fond of. His hair had grown much longer since you last recalled, his whole demeanor had matured: you were intimidated, yet still felt the same, undeniable attraction.  

“M-Michael” You whimper, your eyes beginning to swell out of both fright from what was to come and joy, for this reunion with your once dearest friend.

“Yes Y/n, yes my love. I’m so sorry about what they did: but I had to make sure you’d come... I lost you before, and I couldn’t bare it.”

“Michael, you’re the fucking Antichrist, or whatever it is you are! I saw you! I saw you eat that poor girl’s heart. How would you expect me to stay?” You shouted, frustrated once again by Michael’s ugly truth. Seeing the eyes of the others widen, as you shout against their Lord, at this point you couldn’t have cared less. Right now, you were talking to Michael.

“You weren’t suppose to see that, I told you, you couldn’t have come. And that’s why, I was trying to keep you safe, I was trying to-“

“Hide me from the truth?! After everything I told you, all my darkest secrets. I trusted you, and you lied to my face the entire time, Michael...”

Michael instantly realising that an audience had been present, witnessing their own Lord becoming vulnerable: instantly became enraged.

“Don’t you all have work to do? Sin away if you must!” He demanded, waving them off to leave, in which they all scurried away without hesitation. Turning his attention back towards you, his hands reaching over, gripping yours tightly: you felt assured... Ironically you felt safe.

“Y/n, please. I know it was just as hard for you as it was for me, to lose each other. Don’t you remember, you always said that life would be incomplete without me. And I know it has, I can feel it in you. No matter how much you can deny it, how much you try to convince yourself otherwise... You know we need each other. Please Y/n, you’re all I want.” He plead, the familiar, innocent tone in his voice had somehow triggered something in you.

You’d missed him so damn much: this Michael, the one you’d met and grown to love.

“Please” He begged, his voice broke as he trembled with anticipation.

You knew he was right, no matter how much you hated to admit it, you knew he was fucking right.

Your head nodding against his words, agreeing to the truth. Michael had always been yours, now and forever.

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[depizan]

Okay, let’s tackle this mess.

Chapter One as it exists (rendered as coherent as I can manage, with some guessing at motivations and such):

Risha needs a pilot, a fast ship, and special modifications to said ship to retrieve a dead king’s treasure (which she claims is Nok Drayen’s) from the Long Shadow. She promises first Skavak, then the Smuggler a large share of the treasure in exchange for their aid. She is also Nok Drayen’s daughter who was raised in his criminal enterprise, worked with him, befriended Vette, and hid with his carbonited body on Dantooine for some reason, and is now dragging his carbonited body around the galaxy.

Skavak is a backstabbing weasel.

Nok wants to reclaim the throne of Dubrillion and get revenge on the current dynasty for “usurping” the throne from his ancestor, but apparently did nothing towards that end and instead spent his life building a criminal empire. (And working as an important member of the Star Cabal.) After being poisoned/infected, he murders all of his lieutenants and has himself put in carbonite so that he can live long enough to see his daughter retrieve the crown of Dubrillion from the Long Shadow. He also pays a doctor to sit around in an unused medical facility on Nar Shaddaa for ten years.

I suppose it works as written if we handwave some things with “Nok Drayen is totally nuts.” But that’s not very satisfying.

It also somewhat beggars belief that it took Risha ten years to collect the plot coupons she needs to exchange for the various ship upgrades and such. And hasn’t exchanged ANY of those coupons over that time. (Drooga could, for example, have sold the starship engine at any time. Also, would what was a prototype ten years (or more) ago really still be necessary? Or might newer starship engines have caught up with it?)

You’d also think the Smuggler might notice that some of the things they’re collecting predate Nok Drayen. (The star chart, for instance. Davik Kang died 313 years before the events of the story - are those star charts even still unique or is that information now in every navcomputer?)

Did I mention that the ship in the Long Shadow might fall into a black hole at any moment? Making retrieving it somewhat more high priority than Nok (or Risha) seems to consider it.

I mean, okay, I guess it does work if you don’t think about it too deeply. (Or wonder about things like why Nok never retrieved the crown or why Risha dragged her carbonited dad around the galaxy. Or why Nok was paying Dr. Chelah to sit around on Nar Shaddaa doing nothing. Or...)

Aaaaaaanyway.

How do I fix this?

Obvious adjustment needed: Nok should be in the same place as Dr. Chelah, who should totally have been still trying to figure out some way to save Nok from dying from the mystery poison.

The Throne of Dubrillion continues to be a problem for me because A) IT GOES FUCKING NOWHERE IN GAME B) If it was that important to Nok, he would have already retrieved the crown from his ancestor’s ship and put his efforts into reclaiming the throne, not working for the Star Cabal and building a criminal empire.  C) There is no way the current ruler of Dubrillion would be so threatened by a crime lord’s daughter that they’d kidnap Risha’s friends to get at her. Between Nok’s well known activities and all the shit Risha herself is wanted for, it’d be so easy to discredit her as a claimant to the throne it’s just laughable. (And even without that: “Oh, really, you’re the great granddaughter of a king we deposed a couple hundred years ago? That’s nice, dear.” Like, seriously, what claim to the throne do they even have?) D) I am 99.9% certain that Risha is a princess solely because of Princess Leia, which just pisses me the fuck off. They couldn’t even settle for being cute and having her be a mafia princess. No, there has to be an actual frickin’ throne somewhere. Please.

I’m fine with Risha being all “help me get these things, they lead to the legendary treasure of Nok Drayen” and it actually turning out that they lead to something else entirely. (Though I’m still not quite sure how to sell the legendary treasure of Nok Drayen to Jezari.)

Or even... wait...

Maybe they do lead to the legendary treasure of Nok Drayen. Maybe after Nok was poisoned and going around killing off his lieutenants one of them stole some valuable/important stuff and tried to make a run for it. The ship was damaged as it hit hyperspace. Risha has worked out where it went, but it’s in the Long Shadow and she needs special stuff to retrieve it, which she wants to do because either she needs it to help rebuild her father’s criminal empire or something on it might help save her father’s life. (Or both. Both is good.)

Risha, of course, is planning on double crossing her partner, which is one of the reasons she was fine with working with Skavak. He’d never know there wasn’t really a treasure, per se, because Risha would shoot him in the back before he got a chance to shoot her in the back.

Now if I could just figure out what could be on that ship. Some kind of information that would be valuable for rebuilding the crime syndicate? Information about the mystery poison? Tons of blackmail material? ??? Hell, it could be Star Cabal related stuff that would end up making no sense to Risha once she did get a hold of it. (Or another fancy Star Cabal paperweight. Pft.)

Hmm....

(Side note: I once again find myself asking why the fuck the Republic is wasting taxpayer money trying to rebuild a rakghoul infested cesspit that was blasted into rubble 313 years ago instead of working to rebuild worlds damaged in the recent war. Worlds like, I don’t know, Coruscant.)

#writing woes #plotting fic #Mac vs SWTOR #smuggler spoilers #sorta

[revolutionary-fighter]

Marauders Mollie

So here we have a basic overview of Mollie's life; a timeline of sorts.

1-10: Mollie lived in American around the southern area on a reservation out deep in the forest. It becomes apparent at a young age that she has magic, she has a knack for healing things (mostly animals and plants). Though she can’t heal everything as she’s an untrained witch. 

The tribe’s feelings on Mollie is split down the middle, some scorn her for having a white man as a father while others accept her as their own. Mollie’s Mother has troubles of being accepted into the tribe as well due to the fact that she was born from her Native American mother and an African American father who was killed in the raids on his home.

Mollie’s grandmother becomes sick when she was seven years old; the doctor who was meant to show up prioritized other patients over Mollie’s grandmother due to prejudices. This greatly enrages Mollie as the doctor callously tells them they lived too far out for him to reach. Her magic reacts in a violent way making painful boils raise on the man's skin predominantly around his neck just shy of killing him from the swelling. This greatly scares her, she never realized her powers could be used to hurt along with heal. The chief of the tribe scolds her and tells her the great spirit didn’t give these gifts to her to harm others and that she must learn to control it.

11-13: When she was eleven she finally received answers for the many questions she had about her powers. It was in that place she found answers, ivermorny was a place Mollie could call home, where it didn’t matter if she was a Native American or a girl. In that world, she could be anything she wanted to be, her dreams of traveling the world could come to light. She made friends, bonds that she believed would never be broken- but it all changed at the beginning of her 3rd year in school. 

Her mother went missing.

In the early hours of the morning, a letter by owl came to her filled with worry. Her mother had gone missing and no one knew where she went. It was as if she simply disappeared off the face of the earth. Mollie’s life turned upside down, hearing of a father that had legal rights over her more then the tribe did.

Mollie knew it was because he was white and had money.

Forced to pack her bags she was sent off to Britain alone to meet her reclusive father. She was met with a greedy man with plans of grandeur, seeing Mollie as his families ticket back into pureblooded society. She quickly learned that he ruled his home with an iron fist. Things were efficient, and things like feelings were unneeded hindrances towards his goals. None were the wiser of Herbert Blishwick apparent squibness which suited him just fine. The last of his family died out and Herbert the scorned son blasted off of the family tree came back to claim his birthright. 

Mollie becomes a reluctant student of Hogwarts; being sorted into Ravenclaw after having a chat with the hat to not to stick her into Gryffindor, (as her father would have a fit) nor Slytherin (she wasn’t going to make the bastard proud of her) as it offered her those options. Though she feels it was joking about one of them but she’s not sure which one. Forced to go by Blishwick if she wishes to continue her Hogwarts career without strife she swallows her pride. She’s seen how others treat muggle-borns and her father already treats her in a similar way. If she wasn’t magical she knew he’d have no use to her and throw her out. 

14-17: At first Mollie is the diligent quiet student, refusing to make friends of the sort in hopes her mother would somehow be found and save her from this fate. She becomes more closed off as her time at the school continues, leaving her lonely and depressed. The only joy she finds is out in the forbidden forest and in Hagrid's Hut, she befriends the half-giant much to her fathers and other students (pureblooded supremacists) disgust. She can be found roaming the castle grounds or blowing off steam in the forests. Everyone is aware that she goes into the forbidden forest but she’s never been caught doing it so she goes unpunished for the most part. She’s unable to feel truly peaceful while inside the castle, even with it’s large size it makes her feel claustrophobic being inside where she can’t see the sky. 

Around her fifth year, the news gets out that she’s not a pureblood, leaving her open to bullying and the like. Every corridor is another place to be wary of, being alone in the halls is suicide. Being high strung and forced to watch her back at every turn drives Mollie to the breaking point. She becomes paranoid, angry, lashing out at the drop of a hat, she can’t seem to find peace. She rebels from her father and truly accepts herself, learning defensive spells and a few darker ones to get the bullies off her back. She turns vicious, uncaring of others besides the few friends that managed to wiggle their way into her heart. She’s like a wounded animal that’s been backed into a corner, angry frightened and ready to bite.  

As she grows older her reputation does as well, she’s known as a quick fire, able to have her wand out at a seconds notice and a spell shooting out faster than the eye can see. She becomes part of a dueling club to hone her skills, though her true passion shines through when the subject of healing is brought up.

18-20+: Mollie graduates with high grades that make her father proud. Before it got out that he was a squib he had grand plans of marrying her off to a pureblooded family higher on the social rung then she was. Not that Mollie was aware of this, she was far to busy planning her escape to know his own plans for her. An error on her part, as she almost walked into her own wedding without realizing it. Going for second best her father picks a pureblooded family in a similar state as his and plans on the children that Mollie would have to have both names of the families so they could pass down the legacy.

Mollie is horrified of this turn of events just barely managing to escape before the metaphorical noose is slipped around her neck. She works at St Mungo's, scraping up money as she attempts to figure out how to get out of the marriage which she is positive is magically binding her to Britain in some way as she finds an unbearable pain overtaking her if she draws to close to borders to other counties.

It wasn’t long until she was snatched up by the order of the Phoenix, the order despite for healers on hand. And this is how Mollie is found caught up in a war she never asked to fight for but one she gladly does so in hope that with her help Muggle-borns like herself can live without fear in the magical world. She’s promised help in exchange, the order helping her cut the bonds of the marriage contract that keeps her tethered to Britain. 

The war leaves it’s scars upon her like it did many but she manages to live through it. Now free and with no war to fight she finally goes back home to America in search of her missing mother. A part of her knows it’s a lost cause but she hopes with all her might for a miracle.

She doesn’t get one.

Her search brings her back to Britain again, and there she finds her mother. Or what use to be her, she was obliviated abused and used in every which way possible. The sight churns her stomach and her mother is hopelessly lost to her, what is left is a shell of the strong-willed woman who she loved and looked up too greatly. It was much worst then the fear of her being dead, much worst then her boggarts showing her mothers mutilated beaten form.

Mollie’s Mother was still alive but she might as well have been dead.

It comes to light that her father orchestrated the kidnapping having learned from his families tapestry of the magical child he sired. It took years to get everything in place, much longer then he wished but he didn’t want the American magical congress on top of his head. Mollie learning of this goes into a rage unlike any other- she’s angry, thirsting for the blood of the man who completely ruined her life and tried to trap her. Only she learns that the organization that her father was a part of was larger than him. There were so many wizards and witches who orchestrated kidnappings of muggles, muggle-borns, and even half-bloods. Selling them on the black market like cattle. 

Mollie’s life and purposes to shatter around her dragging her into a deep depression, what was the point? Everything she had worked hard for was for not, she was only one woman and it was obvious that others wouldn’t care enough to try to stop something going on in another country, no matter if the ties involve britain as much as america. She spirals farther into depression, wondering if death was the answer. Life didn’t matter anymore and she couldn’t find it in herself to move on from her sadness and guilt. Most of her friends died during the war, those that were left were dealing with their own wounds. 

She was alone.

Until Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore give her a purpose. It’s not ideal, and more times then not she wishes to stay in bed then heal the broken and bruises children that come along but she fights through it. She fights to stay alive and not give into the hopelessness that threatens to crush her.

#OOC #// remembers i wrote this out in a sleep haze last night #// well gee i should definitely post this with out reading it over for any spelling mistakes #// she's got fucking depression babes

[insert-witty-comment]

...and I feel like I just gazed into the maw of madness itself.Okay, a bit of explanation first.I grew up on Long Island in the late 90’s/early 2000's. Me and my friends were pretty interested in the supernatural and we all knew about the Montauk Project; the story about how some kidnapped psychic kids were used for mind control and spy purposes, and somehow let loose a monster from another dimension in the 80's. We used to theorize about it and even made a pilgrimage out to Camp Hero itself.A decade later, Stranger Things was made based on the alleged events at Montauk and Brookhaven (the latter of which was our hometown, so thank you Duffer Brothers for making a kick-ass show partly based on where I grew up).So whilst browsing the threads on this subreddit speculating about Season 2, I suddenly realized that I never actually read the books that the whole conspiracy came from. Perhaps they may contain a clue on what Season 2 may entail and clarify some elements, I thought.I was... partly right.The Montauk Project: Experiments in Time was written in 1992 by Peter Moon based on the testimony of a man named Preston B. Nichols. It's an interesting book, to say the least. Interesting in the same way as the journal of an inmate in an insane asylum is interesting. If you’re curious as to its contents, then I’ll be happy to share this lunacy with you.To give a brief overview, the book starts with a "Guide to the Reader" containing the following excerpt;"Some of the data you will read in this book can be considered as 'soft facts'. Soft facts are not untrue, they are just not backed up by irrefutable documentation.... This book is being presented as non-fiction as it contains no falsehoods to the best knowledge of the authors. However, it can also be read as pure science fiction if that is more suitable to the reader."So essentially, the author is telling us right off the bat that he can't actually prove anything, and in fact, we should feel free to see it as fiction. That's not very reassuring for a book that's supposed to "broaden your horizons".There's nineteen chapters in this book. The first is just a summary of the infamous Philadelphia Experiment, in which a US Navy destroyer called the USS Eldridge somehow teleported to Virginia and back again after being surrounded by an "electromagnetic bottle" that somehow diverted radio waves and this somehow caused it to teleport. When it came back, the crew was either driven insane or fused to the bulkheads. Somehow.Anyway, chapter 2 starts off with Nichols stating that he was employed with Telephonics, (though he refers to them as 'BJM", because I guess they threatened to sue if this lunatic claimed that they employed him) in 1971. He says that he received a grant to study mental telepathy and ended up "proving" its existence. Where he got this grant is never explained, but I would love to hear other opinions on what university would give something like that out.Anyway, he says that telepathic communications behave like radio waves but "[they] aren't exactly like radio waves." He does not elaborate on what he means by this or how he arrived at this conclusion (you better get used to this now, folks). Though I guess this information could explain why radios and intercoms pick up all of Eleven's (and Will's, I suppose) telepathy sessions in the show.So at the same hour every day, Nichols discovered that the psychics he was testing with had their minds "jammed" by a 410-420 MHz radio transmission coming from Camp Hero, an abandoned Air Force radar station in Montauk.Chapter 3 deals with his exploration of the station (apparently the gate was just conveniently left open) with a psychic named Brian. They come across a homeless guy living in one of the decrepit buildings who said that he was a technician on the base, explained some of the technology, mentioned a "big beast", and claimed that Nichols was his boss. Being a moron, Nichols does not press this further. Meanwhile, Brian does a reading and starts ranting about monsters and mind control. Lovely. After that, our intrepid heroes proceeded to loot the place (apparently a whole bunch of confidential tech was just left lying around) and high-tailed it out of there.Another guy shows up Nichols's house and claims that the narrator was his boss, giving more details to the nature of the Project. Intrigued, Nichols then makes it his priority to investigate the Project.Operating on RPG game logic, he wanders around town pestering random people with questions and hangs around bars trawling for rumors (because as we all know, plastered people are the best source of information) and brings more psychics to the base. Eventually he talks to the Chief of Police, who reveals the following information;"...Crimes would be committed in a two hour period. Then, all of a sudden, nothing... Teens were also reported to suddenly group en masse for two hours, then mysteriously separate and go their own ways... His statements lined up perfectly with what the psychics had indicated about mind control experiments."So to recap;Teenagers hanging out with their friends = indisputable proof of government mind control.I'm getting the feeling that this guy had a very lonely childhood.Chapter 4 opens in 1984 when a guy named Duncan Cameron shows up Nichols's lab, to apply for a job as an assistant. It turns out that Cameron is a psychic too, (what a shock) and when Nichols takes him to Camp Hero (the gate is still wide open, for some reason), he gets a flashback and blurts out that he was "programmed" to befriend Nichols, kill him and then blow up his lab.Why the CIA or whatever couldn't just pump carbon monoxide into the lab while Nichols was in it, I don't know.So Cameron promises not to kill Nichols, and Nichols trusts him immediately (again, he is a moron). Oh, and also Cameron was part of the Philadelphia Experiment, but this isn't elaborated on in any way. At this point in the book, Peter Moon literally put an advertisement for his friend's book right at the end of the chapter. It’s nice to see that conspiracy theorists are willing to shill for each other.Chapter 5 begins with Nichols telling the whole story to the "United States Psychotronics Association". By doing this, he believes that he is safe from assassination attempts as he is now "too big to sweep under the rug".You know, you can still get "accidentally" run over by a bus, moron.This somehow manages to inspire an unnamed Senator to get out to Camp Hero himself to investigate, because as we all know, when a Senator sets out to investigate suspicious activity in a remote area by himself, nothing can ever go wrong.Meanwhile, Nichols is trying to regain his lost memory. He does this by wandering into restricted areas of Telephonics BJM. Band-Aids keep mysteriously appearing on his hands, more strangers recognized him, he got mail meant for "the vice president of the company", and he was frequently called into meetings with a "certain executive" who was always "very agitated whenever we spoke."Of course, Nichols doesn't elaborate on any of this, so I am forced to assume that the conversation was about his heavy LSD use.So apparently Nichols wandered into a high-security area and found an office with his name on it labeled "Assistant Project Director". He searched the office for a couple of hours but was kicked out by security. When he tried to return, the office was stripped bare.In 1990, while setting up a "Delta-T Antenna" on the roof of his lab, all of Nichols's memories were suddenly restored. How, you may ask?Because the Antenna was storing up "time flux waves" and was thus bending time so that "I was subconsciously in two time lines."…..Okay.Chapter 7 starts off with a 1940's weather control project codenamed "Phoenix", led by an Austrian scientist named Dr. Wilhelm Reich (seriously?) who discovered something known as “orgone energy”. What is orgone energy? Hell if I know, because it’s never explained, as usual. According to Wikipedia, it’s essentially energy associated with “life force” that pervades everything, can “create organization” and can be manipulated with “wavicles” (might want to jot that down for your next Scrabble match). Here’s a scientist explaining it in more detail.So, essentially the government used this awesome power to make “radiosondes” (another good Scrabble word) in order to control the weather. The rest is just technical jargon explaining how these things worked, so I won’t bore you with that (though it should be noted that in keeping with the US federal government’s policy on efficiency, these incredibly expensive tubes crapped out after only on deployment).The plug was eventually pulled on the project because“Changing the weather, if it were proven in court, could lead to many lawsuits.”So far, I think this is the most realistic thing in the book. Oh, and the FDA tossed all of Reich’s work into a massive bonfire. So there’s that.Chapter 8 finally gets to the actual Montauk portion of the project. The Philadelphia Experiment team merged with the weather-Jedi to form the Phoenix Project. Led by Dr. John von Neumann, it was based at the Department of Energy-run Brookhaven National Laboratory (which was only a short drive away from my house, so that’s neat I guess). To spare you a long lecture about electromagnetic energy and metaphysics, they basically discovered that the Eldridge had teleported out of the time stream into an alternate reality.In essence, the Eldridge’s crew had become fleas.So, the team managed to find a way to “synchronize” the minds of humans with the alternate time reality, thus ensuring that they would remain sane. By doing this, the team had also discovered a way to control how people think. They submitted a report to Congress to request additional funding, but were denied for the following reason;“[Congress] was concerned that if the wrong people got a hold of this technology that they themselves could lose their minds and be controlled.”The “wrong people” already have this technology, Congress. They’re called lobbyists.So in Chapter 9, the Brookhaven group went to the military instead and asked them for support, which enthusiastically aids them, tempted by the ability to make Soviets blow their own heads off. This is followed by the following footnote;“*I have included in Appendix C some evidence that suggests mind control devices were used against the Iraqis during the Persian Gulf War.”……Note how this is casually just slipped in as a footnote, almost as if it was an afterthought. I think this is rather telling in how the authors think. Though I must say, if this was true and we were controlling the minds of Iraqi citizens, it would explain a lot.While the Air Force was able to turn over control of the Sage Radar system at Camp Hero to the project, the teleportation-weather-Jedi still needed funding. Nichols has an idea as to where the money came from;“I do not have documented evidence myself of the financing, but have been told by my Montauk acquaintances that the original money came courtesy of the Nazis.”Because God knows you can’t have a conspiracy theory without working the Nazis in SOMEHOW!So yes, apparently the infamous Montauk Project was funded by 10 billion dollars in Nazi gold seized from a train in France. The more you know.Oh, and it was being funded by the ITT Corporation, which was founded by Germans who later became Nazis.This book…..Anyway, Nichols was hired in 1973 while the scientists were experimenting with mind control. They did this by having Duncan Cameron and other psychics sit in a chair and be bombarded by microwave energy at different pulse and amplitude rates until something happened. Such is the way of science.Eventually, they discovered that the human brain can be controlled by 420-450 MHz of radio frequency power. So there you go, feel free to test it out on your friends. Or not, because it turns out bombarding the bodies of people with microwave radiation tends to leave them brain-dead. Who would have guessed?Apparently Cameron was technically brain-dead, yet remained functioning because “the psychic part of his mind takes over the physical part of his mind and runs the body.”If you’re still reading this, I congratulate you.Anyway, the teleportation-weather-Jedi-Nazis tested their mental manipulation on random citizens in places as far away as upstate New York with their transmitter, discovered “frequency hopping” and figured out a way to remotely shut cars off. The chapter ends with a couple of pictures of equipment that look like Forbidden Planet props but Nichols claims that they’re Montauk equipment, he swears.Chapter 10 basically explains how the chair and transmitters were supposed to work in detail, I guess so you can make your own DIY version at home. Or maybe not, because;“It has been suggested that the research was aided by the Sirians, an alien race who from the star system known as Sirius. This theory has the aliens providing the basic design and humans working it out from that.”Oh boy.I don’t know what’s more disturbing; that many people actually, fervently believe this as hard fact, or that spellcheck recognizes “Sirians” as a legitimate word.The rest of the chapter is, like I said, just a long, detailed description of how the equipment worked, complete with diagrams (apparently Tesla was involved, because of course he was). To spare you the technical details, it basically explains that the Montauk group managed to rig a piece-of-crap IBM 360 computer up to people’s brainwaves in order to control them. Boy, we better not let these guys near an IPhone!Chapter 11 focuses on (appropriately enough,) Duncan Cameron, the psychic that Eleven was based off of (I wonder if her name was an intentional reference?). Now, I know that quite a few people on this subreddit are curious about any new powers Eleven may have in Season 2. This book may contain some clues. In addition to the identical, destructive telekinetic ability and telepathy, Cameron was also attributed the following abilities;“Whatever Duncan could think up would appear. Many times, it would be only visible and not solid to the touch, like a ghost. Sometimes it was a real solid object that was stable and would stay… For example he could think of an entire building and that building would appear on the base.”Kind of weird that the residents of Montauk town never noticed new buildings appearing out of thin air, but whatever.“With a lock of person’s hair or other appropriate object in his hand, Duncan would concentrate on the person and be able to see as if he was seeing through their eyes, hearing through their ears, and feeling through their body. He could actually see through other people, anywhere on the plant.”Interesting…“Being able to push his mind so far into the mind of another being, Duncan could control another person and make them do anything he wanted.”I don’t know if Eleven will be doing any of this in the show, but I can certainly see it happening. In addition, Cameron also acted as a sort of conduit for the science team to issue commands to mind-controlled subjects. In order to do this, they had bring out his malleable and controllable “primitive mind”. They accomplished this by having “…his conscious mind diverted through sexual bliss.”………….Well, I’m glad the Duffers cut that part out.So apparently the mind control techniques were perfected and recorded in 1978, and the tapes were distributed to various government agencies “so they could be developed into something practical.” I’m sure the Department of Education watches those tapes every night, trying to find an answer.Chapter 12 deals with time-travel. The teleportation-telepathic-weather-alien-Nazi-Jedi team discovered that Cameron could bend time as well, and he was amplified by an “Orion Delta T antenna”. Why Orion?“It is referred to as ‘Orion’ because there was a persistent rumor that the design was given to the project by aliens from the Orion constellation (this is a different group of aliens from the Sirians, whose knowledge was allegedly used for the Montauk chair.”Oh, so these guys were scamming TWO alien races out of their tech? Why stop there? Did the Biaviians not return your calls?“According to the rumor, the Orions knew we were close to achieving our task and had their own agenda for helping us.”Oh, okay, so no, they didn’t scam “the Orions”, they accepted the tech from them? You know, my mom always taught me to never take things from strangers when I was a kid, I’d think that a bunch of scientists with PhDs would know better than to accept strange technology from a bunch of sniggering aliens without asking any questions!This book….The rest of the chapter is just more explanation as to how time-travel works using metaphysics in a way that probably makes actual metaphysicists break down in tears at seeing their passion abused in such a way. The point is, they wanted to travel back in time to the Philadelphia Experiment in 1943.We’re almost done folks, just stay with me for a bit longer.Chapter 13 describes how the scientists managed to create stable “time tunnels” through “hyperspace”. They were constantly losing people who went into those things, so;“It was routine to create a tunnel, grab somebody off the street and send them down. Most of the time, these people were winos or derelicts whose absence wouldn’t create a furor. If they returned they would make a full report on what they had encountered.”Because no one is better qualified to travel through time than drunk hobos you found sleeping on a park bench.There was also a whole bunch of kids aged 9-16 that were brought in by other kids who “were specifically trained to go out and bring in other kids.” So I guess it’s like Oliver Twist if Fagin was a Neo-Nazi and Bill Sikes was an alien. Speaking of which, apparently most of the kids were “blond, blue eyed, tall and light skinned”, fitting the Aryan image. Also, for whatever reason, they were all boys. The reason for this is because “A later investigation showed that Montauk had a NeoNazi [sic] connection and the Nazis were still on the Aryan kick”.SighAlmost done, folks.So these kids were all sent to 6037 A.D., to a city in ruins, in the center of which was a gold horse on a pedestal. Well, nice to see that pretentious artwork will still survive to the sixty-first century. The kids had to read the inscription on the pedestal, interpret it annnnnnd………no explanation is given. Of course.I have the feeling that while writing this, Nichols and Moon thought that Neo-Nazis sending abducted Aryan kids to a destroyed to future would be a great, intriguing idea, but they had no idea what kind of reason they could pull out of their asses to explain it, and they couldn’t rewrite it because they already paid for the cover illustration. So this thread just… stops midstride.Oh, and apparently the drunk hobos were sent to loiter around World War I and II. Well, I guess now we know the reason as to why no time-traveler ever assassinated Hitler.So, right off the bat, Chapter 14 claims that the drunk hobos were also teleported to the surface of Mars, or more specifically to Martian pyramids. Yeah, why not.The book then talks about a documentary called Alternative 3 which proclaims that the Americans and Soviets worked together to land on Mars in 1962. The authors omit the fact that Alternative 3 was actually a satirical mockumentary.Regardless, while exploring Mars, Cameron shut off a piece of technology called “The Solar System Defense” in 1943. This apparently triggered the arrival of UFOs to Earth.To close out the chapter, Nichols leaves us with this;“There’s not much more I can say about Mars at this point except that the movie ‘Total Recall’ is fancifully based upon some of the events that occurred with the Montauk Project. The way they used the chair in that movie is strikingly similar”.Did… did we see the same movie? Because I don’t remember of this nonsense in Total Recall). If I’m wrong, then someone please correct me. I wasn’t high when I saw it, so that may explain the discrepancy.…………Okay, I have to give the authors some credit, they did make me inadvertently think of a version of Stranger Things in which Eleven is played by Arnold Schwarzenegger. That did get a laugh.Or maybe it’s just a sign of my sanity cracking. Anyway…Chapter 15 is where the plot of Stranger Things starts. So the teleportation-telepathic-mind-controlling--weather-alien-pedophile-Martian-Nazi-Jedi team decide to go back in time to the USS Eldridge on August 12th 1983. “Natural laws were being violated”, and many people on the team were beginning to get nervous because “We had talked about the pitfalls of dealing with time and how this might affect the karma of the planet.” I have no idea what he means by that, so I am forced to assume that a bunch of intergalactic Talon Company Mercs would show up to kick Earth’s ass if the project continued. So they had Cameron summon a monster from another world. What horrible creature was dredged up from another dimension?“…. a hairy monster. It was big, hairy, hungry and nasty.”It’s Bigfoot.Okay, I admit my expectations were a bit high, but come on authors, you really couldn’t come up with anything better than that? Did you run out of acid?Anyway, Demofoot rampages around the facility, breaking everything and murdering everyone (way to go, Nichols). Interestingly, it is described as shifting from 9 feet high to 30 feet high. Maybe this is where the giant thing In the Super Bowl teaser came from. So Nichols ends up destroying the amplifying transmitter, which closes the portal and causes Demofoot to disappear. After that, the base’s personnel were brainwashed and the base was shut down. In the author’s own words;“The reader should now have some idea of the general theories and applications that were used at Montauk”.And I hoped I did a good job abridging it for you.There’s four more chapters, but they’re all short. 16 talks about “The Nature of Time” which contains more theories about time-travel and asks the question about who really was running this whole mess.“Religionists can bring in God and the Devil. UFO aficionados can offer a grand scheme of aliens vying for our solar system. Left wingers will offer explanations concerning the CIA and secret government.”I love how he just casually tosses in “Left wingers”, placing them on par with “UFO aficionados”.Chapter 17 is only two pages long, and just mentions how Special Forces units removed all the equipment from the base (which is funny, because at the beginning of the book Nichols was showing off the equipment he looted from the abandoned base. I guess he just stopped giving a crap about continuity), and how the underground was sealed with cement.Chapter 18 talks about Camp Hero today, and for once he finally starts talking about actual facts; Camp Hero is indeed a state park, the underground is still owned by the government and there are park rangers who patrol the area (I never saw any that were armed, though). Also, the apparently some sections of the underground are being reopened.Finally, the book closes out with a chapter that essentially boils down to Nichols haggling with a brainwashed von Neumann (the head of the project) over some receivers like it’s an episode of American Pickers. Nichols makes one last claim that the receivers came from yet another alien race, I roll my eyes one last time and the book finally ends.There’s a couple more appendixes elaborating on some details, but that’s about it. Oh, except for Peter Moon’s self-congratulatory session in which he takes sole credit for the interest in government cover-ups in the 90’s, and most offensively, the X-Files. I don’t think that Chris Carter is going to be cutting you a check anytime soon, Moon. He then proceeds to use a whopping 28% of the entire ebook for advertising his Sixteen other novels and newsletter. Someone’s desperate. These books include Montauk Revisited: Adventures in Synchronicity, Pyramids of Montauk: Explorations in Consciousness, The Black Sun: Montauk’s Nazi-Tibetan Connection (seriously) and of course, Montauk: The Alien Connection.Well, looking back on this, I didn’t expect that my brief overview of this bizarre book would go on for so long. I suppose I just wanted to share my experience with someone. This book does provide a fascinating insight into where exactly Stranger Things originated from (and maybe a peek at where its going), and perhaps more importantly for me personally, provided a bit of closure on some of my childhood adventures.Thanks for reading. via /r/StrangerThings

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Klaroline as mates and Caroline questioning Klaus' sanity and/or thinking he was knocked on the head one too many times in the last thousand years for this to even be a possibility. :]

Everywhere With You

She stumbles, deliberate and maybe too theatrical, wind milling her arms and tottering like the heel’sshe’s wearing are going to be her downfall. They’re not - Caroline spent muchof her early teens prepping for Miss Mystic walking the stairs of her house ina cheap pair of pumps from Payless (getting her mom to buy them had been an ordeal) with a book on her head – butthe creep who’s following her has no way of knowing that.

Caroline lets herself crash into a light pole, makes a showof catching her balance, and throws her head back with a laugh that’sboisterous and supposed to sound slightly drunk. She closes her eyes andfocuses her hearing waiting for whoever’s been on her tail to make a freakingmove already.

She usually sticks to blood bags, because that’s what goodvampires do, but tonight she’s willing to make an exception. If some creep’sgoing to pick her as an easy mark Caroline’s going to make sure he regrets it.

She holds her breath, her hair spilling down in messy wavesto cover the red of her eyes and fangs she’s let out. She’s sure someone hadbeen watching her, that the rustling of leaves in the trees that line thispathway back to her dorm room had been caused by something other than animalsand the wind.

Nothing moves, now one ambles out of the woods or speeds upthe path.

Still, Caroline knowsshe’s not alone.

It’s been a weird couple of weeks.

The transition to college life hadn’t been as smooth asshe’d always expected. She’d been so excited at graduation, ready to have akickass summer and tackle college. She’d convinced her mom to take a quick tripto the cabin with her and they’d had a great time talking and watching moviesand lounging on the docks. She’d started to feel jittery then, almost likeshe’d forgotten something important, had wracked her brains for what it couldpossibly be.

Repeatedly, even when she’d known it was silly.

When they’d returned home she’d scrubbed the house from topto bottom, organized and rearranged until her back ached (no small feat givenher vampire status) hoping to put the feeling to rest.

Nothing had helped and her bad temper had continued to grow.She’d mostly managed to keep a lid on it, her mom’s odd hours helping. Carolinecould manage a sunny smile and genial chatter for the hour or so they spenttogether at meals. Still, she’d caught the worried looks her mother wasshooting her, had to brush off and redirect concerned questions.

Caroline had started taking long walks, plodding through thewoods that surrounded Mystic Falls trying to figure out what was wrong withher.

At first she’d chalked up her moodiness to the fact that shewas lonely. Bonnie was gone for the summer, Tyler’s return date unknown as heseemed reluctant to leave the pack he’d befriended and Elena too wrapped up inher weird Damon thing to have muchtime for her. Caroline had tried to get a jump on her classes, purchased hertextbooks (required and supplemental)but when it came time to sit down and read them her brain just wouldn’tcooperate.

She was constantly restless, could barely get four hours ofsleep in a night, consumed extra portions of blood and binged on Cheetos tocompensate.

She’d desperately hoped that things would get better onceshe was settled at Whitmore. She’d planned to dive into extra-curricularactivities, hoped that being busy was what she’d need to feel normal again.

Six weeks into her semester she was forced to admit that allthe clubs she’d joined and committees she was a part of hadn’t helped as muchas she wanted them too. It was a littlebetter, true. She could get through a lecture, was on top of her homework. Hersleep schedule was still a mess and she had made zero new friends. Caroline’sold ones weren’t big fans of her either at the moment.

The feeling that something was off was like an itch, aconstant nagging irritant that she just couldn’t figure out how to fix. Maybeshe was just looking for another outlet and she’d imagined the eyes she’s beenfeeling on her all evening.

Caroline groans aloud, forcing her fangs away now that itlooks like she’s just a paranoid nutjob. She sits and flops back onto the grass(she’s in no hurry to get back to her room, she’s been snappy and extra cuttingwith Bonnie and Elena lately and they’re really not having it anymore, not thatCaroline blames them). She’s tempted to scream but settles for kicking herheels into the ground for a moment, shaking her head and clenching her fists.

She’s too old for tantrums but it’s not like anyone elsewill ever know.

She relaxes with a sigh, scrubbing her hand over her face infrustration. “Maybe I’ve been cursed or something,” she mutters. “I’ll getBonnie to check. If she’s stilltalking to me.” A noise from the treeline breaks into her self-pity party andCaroline tenses, rolling over and digging her hands into the ground in case sheneeds to spring.

She expects a smarmy frat boy, his hands up like he’s not athreat (which he wouldn’t be, but still) even as his eyes rake her over.

She does notexpect a giant freaking wolf.

The wolf’s golden in color, thickly furred and powerfullybuilt. It keeps its head is down, its pace sedate, no hint of teeth oraggression visible as it pads in her direction. “What in the…”

She’s just gathering herself to run when its head lifts, asif it had understood her words, meeting her gaze directly. Caroline deflates,because the tiny bit of hope she’d had that it was just a wolf (its size made it unlikely but a girl could dream) –something that she could outrun – is dashed.

Good thing she’d never deleted Klaus’ number. She’dconsidered it often over the summer, his words, the weight of them, ringing in her mind. Her last love was a long waysoff and she had a long list of things to achieve before it was something shecould even begin to consider.

She’d stared at it in the darkness of her bedroom, duringthose nights where sleep just wouldn’t come, thumb hovering over the screen andunable to make the final tap that would erase him, put him out of her reach. Atthe time she’d been annoyed at herself, at the tiny voice that insisted shedidn’t want to make it impossible tocontact him.

Turns out that tiny voice totally had her back because itwas entirely possible she was going to get chomped on tonight.

Again.

Caroline gets to her knees, holds her palms up and speakssoothingly, “Nice, wolfy. Good boy. I know we’re like, mortal enemies orwhatever, but I’m really not that tasty. Promise. The amount of artificialcolors and flavors I’ve been ingesting lately is really going to screw up yourdigestion. Trust me.”

It snorts, almost like it’s amused, but doesn’t halt itsapproach.

She stills when it gets close, breath coming out in analarmed huff as its snout nudges at her hip. She swallows back a yelp when shesees its jaws open – because those teeth were no joke – but he merely bitesdown on the hem of her denim jacket, tugging firmly in the direction of thewoods.

Caroline swallows, and tries to sound confident, “Uh, nooffense but I’m going to have to pass. I’d rather my body be found, you know?Have a nice funeral.”

He lets out another noise, this one impatient, dropping herjacket and licking her wrist. “Ew,” she squeals, pulling away. “Slobber, much?”

The wolf’s clamped down on her jacket again and this timeit’s less of a tug and more of a drag. She debates ditching it and making a runfor it but that seems like it’ll only piss off the werewolf – not something shewants to do. She might have an advantage in the woods, she knows the trails(running has been one of her attempts to cope with her never-ending ennui) andif she could just get up a tree she’d be able to call for backup.

“Okay, okay.” Caroline climbs to her feet. Her jacket’sreleased and the wolf circles behind her, cold nose nudging the back of herknee. She turns and gives her best unimpressed look, not that it gets much of areaction, but she starts walking towards the trees. “Kidnapped again. Notawesome,” she grumbles. Though she has to admit that this wolf might be hermost pleasant kidnapper yet. He hasn’t even growled at her.

She tries to speed up but the wolf stays on her heels.Caroline’s never been herded before but she can safely say she’s not a fan. She recognizes the path hedirects her too, knows it’s one of the ones that leads to the backroad on theother side of the forest. She’s taken aback, having anticipated he’d force herdeeper into the woods and not towards civilization. The trees are spindliertoo, unfortunately, nothing that she can scale high enough to get away fromsnapping teeth and claws.

She tries to stay calm, ignores the more rapid beating ofher heart. Caroline reaches into her pocket, grips her phone tightly. Maybeshe’ll get lucky and there will be a car she can flag down on the road. Thewolf bounds ahead of her at the edge of the forest making a beeline for thelarge black SUV that’s parked on the shoulder.

She should make a run for it but her feet won’t cooperate,random pieces of information clicking rapidly into place.

She knows thatSUV.

She hears a sharp crack before she can say anything, followedby the crunch and squish of bone and cartilage and sinew shifting. She takesthe few paces forward so she can see the transformation, just to confirm whatshe’s begun to expect.

It’s quicker than she’d expected, more quiet too, only a fewharsh exhalations as Klaus shifts into the form she recognizes.

Well, mostly. She’d never seen him totally naked before.

Except for those dreams that she pretends she doesn’t have.

Her eyes drift down his back before she can think of why sheshouldn’t let them, noting the parts of his anatomy she’d not had the chance toperuse that long afternoon where he’d been trapped in Silas’ mind game. It isn’tuntil Klaus stands, a graceful movement of muscle and skin that she can’t helpbut be a little mesmerized by.

Something he clearly notices if the unbearably smug littlesmirk he wears is anything to go by.

She whirls, crossing her arms and straightening her spine,“Yeah, I’m going to need you to put on some pants.”

His laugh is soft but she hears him opening a door,rummaging around. The quiet jangling of a belt and the whisper of fabric followshortly after. Her foot begins to tap without her permission, her impatiencegrowing as questions begin to whirl. She wants to peek over her shoulder(because seriously, how long could it take?Pants, shirts. Easy peasy).

“I’m decent, sweetheart,” he says, after an agonizingly longtime.

She spins on her heel, “I highly doubt that,” Carolinespits. He’s got his arms lifted, fiddling with the ever present cords he wearsaround his neck and this time she keeps her eyes trained firmly on his face andnot on any lifting his shirt may ormay not be doing.

Klaus grins, amused. “Perhaps you’ve a point.”

Her eyes narrow as she takes in his complete ease. It justwasn’t fair. “Decent people don’t scare other people half to death by being acreepy stalking giant ball of furry death, Klaus.”

He sobers, if only slightly. “I apologize if I scared you.It wasn’t my intention. I didn’t mean…” he trails off and it might be the firsttime Caroline’s ever seen him stop to consider his words.

“You didn’t mean what?”she presses. “What are you even doinghere? New Orleans sounded pretty freaking great when you described it. Did youpiss everyone off and get kicked out or what?”

His eyes light up, “Ah so you did get my message. I’dwondered.”

She hopes it’s dark enough that Klaus can’t see her facebecause she knows it’s possible she’s blushing a bit. She’d listened to hismessage more times than she’d ever admit, had a hard time tamping down thewants it brought out in her.

There was plenty of time to explore the world, she had toldherself. Her mother only had a finite number of years and the least Carolinecould do was get a college diploma she could brag about before she had to gooff the grid with her never aging face.

He continues, leaning back against his SUV, not waiting forher to reply. “And while I wouldn’t say I was kicked out of New Orleans therewere several people who were most displeased with my behavior.”

“Did you try to murder them? Because that’s not the way tomake friends and influence people, Klaus.”

He hums, lips quirking up in a smile, “Debatable, love.However as a matter of fact I did not. I merely got a bit… moody.”

“You?” Caroline gasps in mock surprise, laying her hand overher heart, “Well I never.”

He sighs in exasperation but it’s playful, pushing away fromthe vehicle and walking towards her. “After one particularly rousing fightRebekah told me that if I didn’t get out of her sight she and Elijah would teamup, find a witch, and smother me in my sleep. Repeatedly.”

Caroline shrugs, “You kinda have something like that coming,don’t you think? Given the whole dagger thing.”

“She found those. Unfortunately. Leaving me no other optionbut to retreat from the house.”

“And what, you came here? That’s an awful long walk.”

“Not directly. This was nearly a month ago. I headed out tothe Bayou, turned, wondering if some time as a wolf would help my temperament.”

“And did it?” Caroline asks, curious where this story wasgoing.

“I never got a chance to find out. I couldn’t turn back.”

“But you just…”

He shakes his head, “I went back to the house, had a greatdeal of difficulty communicating my dilemma to Elijah, as I’m sure you canimagine. Eventually, he got the gist of it, found a witch.”

“And the witch turned you back?”

“If only it were that easy,” Klaus says, the twist of hislips wry.

She’s about to ask what exactly that means but he steps a little closer, reaching out and wrappinghis fingers around her wrist. It’s gentle, something she feels like she canbreak if she needs to though she has no immediate urge to pull away. Herquestions stick in her throat when his thumb flutters over her pulse point, hereyes widening in shock at the jolt it sends up her arm. When he speaks againit’s quieter, with a hesitance that’s uncharacteristic, but he’s close enoughthat she doesn’t need to strain. “What do you know about mates, Caroline?”

“Mates,” she repeats slowly. “I know it’s about the leastsexy word for significant other there is. And that Dawson’s Creek made ittotally gross. Just because a boy thinks he’s your soulmate doesn’t mean heowns your hymen.”

He’s still touching her, and she still doesn’t mind, hisface relaxed and filled with a fondness that’s hard for her to look away from.“In terms of werewolves, love. It’s old lore, something I myself discounted soit’s reasonable that you’re unfamiliar with the stories.”

“Werewolves have mates?”

Klaus nods, “I was skeptical too. But the witch insisted,even under Rebekah’s very dire threats, and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to tryher suggestion. Reasoned that I could always find someone more competent lateron.”

“Okay,” Caroline drawls, knowing she’s missing somethingfrom Klaus’ expectant gaze. “So what happened next?”

“We drove to Whitmore. I weathered Elijah’s incessantcomplaints about the fur on his upholstery. We parked outside your dorm roomand I was finally able to change back.”

Her jaw drops, a staccato burst of laughter spilling fromher. Klaus doesn’t even twitch, eyes knowing and patient. “You’re saying thatI’m…”

“Tell me, Caroline, did you feel off this summer? Pricklyand not quite yourself?”

How could he know that? “I…” she splutters for a moment, “Iwas just adjusting, you know? Things haven’t exactly been sunshine and rainbowsfor me, you know? I’m not…”

“My sources tell me Tyler hasn’t returned. That he’s met alovely young werewolf in his travels and seems loathe to leave Carson City.”

“That,” Caroline snaps, tugging her arm away from him, “isnone of your business.”

Klaus holds up his hands, dips his head in contrition,“Apologies. But I wonder if you’ve missed him like you used to. Or has itchanged, grown more distant?”

A small thread of alarm grows in Caroline at his tooaccurate words. “How do you know that?” she hisses.

“Call it a hunch. And you’ve not taken up with any of thecollege boys who seek you out.”

She throws her hands up, “Okay, seriously. How long have youbeen stalking me? That’s not okay, Klaus.”

Klaus’ eyes flash gold, a hint of temper in the set of hisjaw, “I had little choice, Caroline. I have no desire to live as a wolfindefinitely. I’d not have disturbed you, I haven’tdisturbed you, but tonight I couldn’t help it. The pull to you was stronger inthat form than I had anticipated and I couldn’t resist it.”

She digests that, studying him warily, “How long have youbeen here?”

“I arrived your first week. Right around the time yourirritability became a little more manageable, I’d wager.”

Bonnie and Elena had been alarmingly close to joining forcesand snapping her neck just to get some peace those first few days of sharedproximity, Caroline knew. It was only the easing of the varied extreme moodsshe’d been experiencing that had led them to back off. At the time she hadn’tput much thought into the change, just relieved she was functioning at areasonable level once more.

“So you’re saying I felt better because you were around.Because I’m your…” she can’t say it. It seems too crazy.

Klaus has no such issue, the word spilling out crisp andfirm, “Mate. Precisely. Proximity eases the worst of the symptoms though you’llstill be off unless we have regular contact.”

“Contact,” Caroline repeats, slightly dubious.

Klaus watches her carefully, eases back into her space. Heskims his fingertips up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake, andshe fights a shiver. She shouldn’t wanthim to touch her but she body aches for more now that he is. His palm settleson her neck, slipping under her hair to cup her nape. She knots her hands inher skirt to keep from reaching out to him, thanks her lucky stars her bra hasa molded cup. “Physical contact,” Klaus elaborates, low and with an edge of roughnessthat has her stomach clenching.

She takes a shaky breath, tries to gather her splinteringthoughts. “You’re insane. I can’t…”

He takes her other hand with his free one, tangling theirfingers together. “I know this isn’t something you’d planned for, Caroline. AndI truly meant to stay away. But I couldn’t.”

She can’t think, not with the way he’s touching her.

Caroline grits her teeth and takes a giant step back,shivering for an entirely different reason, feeling cold and a return of thatprickling uncomfortableness. Klaus’ body goes taut, his stance widening as hefights to stay still. She takes a deep breath, “I’m not sure I buy this.”

His snort is derisive but she shoots him a quelling look, “Iadmit you’ve made some sense and some of your arguments are… persuasive. But Ineed to think. And do some research.”

He looks like he’s about to protest but she cuts him offquickly, “You’ve had time to think this through. I get the same.”

His expression conveys his displeasure but he nods, a shortjerk, and his eyes never leave her face. She takes a step back, “I’ll call you.When I’m ready.”

Klaus’ makes a soft noise of assent. “Fine,” he replies. “I’llbe waiting.” The words play on a loop as she retreats.

It was probably a bad sign that she found them comforting.

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