#WOAH after I hit post a police car showed up

[elizabethrobertajones]

Why do you think that when seemingly funny thing happen, they happen to Dean? Like the fear thing in Yellow Fever or the age thing in 5.07 and 10.12 (both old and young!) or the memory thing in Regarding Dean. I'm sure I'm missing a lot of others (and also the not so funny like the vampire thing in 6.05 and of course Demon!Dean in S10). But I can't really picture Sam on those situation tho, Dean is perfect xD

And this is why Plucky’s is my favourite episode, because the thing happened to Sam and it was also perfect but in a completely different way :P 

If you’ve seen the gifset ever of that con where they were talking somewhat seriously about this, before someone said Sam was the straight man to Dean and then Jared imploded… I mean, I need someone to turn that up for me so I can stick it in the “thanks Jared” section of my massive bi dean meta etc resource… But also they WERE making a serious point before they derailed it :P 

The show has a lot of quietly set in stone dynamics. I mean, well, they’re stuff that can get subverted or a particular arc or season will try to explore things from a different angle, but even when they try to do that they still work within certain rules. 

I should probably just make a gif of it for myself, but my favourite visual for this is in 11x04… actually it’s 2am and I have the Sleep Madness so I’ll just do that… 

It’s such a wonderful image of the 2 of them, with Sam wearing red and Dean wearing blue, and top and tail like that. They’re 2 parts of a whole but they’re utterly different people and they’re often mirror images to each other in ways where when something applies to one, the direct opposite is shown in the other. 

(Sidebar: it’s why I’m so delighted that Sam was like blah blah Cas is family and then Dean was like you may be able to forget Cas but I can’t!!!!1 in 13x03… But on the other hand there are things where the nuances get lost and people make weird wrong assumptions like us having to endlessly prove Dean is the smart one because of the lingering first impression that doesn’t let anyone create any nuance after “sam went to college and dean didn’t”)

Anyway, setting up a straight man and comedy sidekick duo drops that all on Dean because from the first episode Sam’s all serious and has epic angst, while Dean tries to lighten the mood and clearly has the snarky sort of attitude that lends itself towards being the comedic one. Even when they make Dean angsty, Sam is serious and Dean big brother picks on him a bit sometimes (in a nice way) and teases him a lot - this is all broad strokes season 1 characterisation I’m talking about, really. But yeah, even if they go super deep or make Dean super angsty, he’s established as the character who can deal with it. And sometimes dealing with it is shouldering a cracky episode’s concept because they know his reactions are going to be easier to sell the thing.

The other thing is emotional POV and Dean’s largely established as the character who has that. Sam spends a lot of time unavailable as the emotional POV and Dean has shouldered entire SEASONS of it (season 6 especially where he was the ONLY viable emotional POV character for large chunks of it). Emotional POV is not really who the episode is ABOUT but what character is reacting to it and filtering how we should feel about a thing for us. In 6x03 when Cas wants to read the kid’s soul to get info, Dean steps in like wtf we don’t torture kids, but Sam and Cas outweigh him because utilitarian means to an end for the greater good blah blah. It makes it clear if we’d missed it that Dean is the only person whose judgement can be trusted until further notice. So until then, we always have to check in with Dean to get the read on a thing. 

Anyway because Dean is the emotional POV we cry and suffer along with him, but we also laugh along with him.

In 7x14 even when Sam gets a funny episode about him, the clowns aren’t really revealing anything about him - we knew about the clown fear since 2x02, it’s explored before the fight but largely for Dean’s benefit, and Sam getting the crap kicked out of him by clowns makes him a hilarious object for us - the fight scene is ridiculously funny but it IS just Sam having the snot beaten out of him while they come up with creative ways clowns would WRECK you in a fight. Dean gets an emotional showdown with the guy controlling the fears, and is the one who learns a lesson from it, while Sam had never really been set up for anything other than being the centre of attention of all the nonsense because it was really really funny that he was scared of clowns. It’s like the “the ball washer” “the what?” exchange explains Sam’s entire role in the episode. 

(Which was Dean doing big brother teasing but like the entire narrative decided to torture him :P)

And meanwhile when Dean gets the hilarious episodes which turn out to be really really painful, we get deep explorations of his psyche. 4x06 explores his hell trauma and reveals a lot about what he went through, and his fears about what Sam will become (LOVE THAT DABB EXPOSITION :D)… Idk about the old man Dean episode but he had some DEEP scenes with Bobby in it I seem to recall… I think @thejabberwock was probably giffing it recently and putting it on my dash for me to scroll past without really looking the moment I recognised what episode it was :P) but it was an episode that let them sort of relate to each other a bit better I think. Or Dean to feel for Bobby some more. Idk, I think there is a super important conversation between them? This is what happens when you put an episode on your “eeeeh skip it unless you’re being weirdly thorough” list :P

But yeah young!Dean was a massively important Dean episode exploring deep down in his character, but just delivered through silly moments about cake and Taylor Swift and complaining about puberty. Or the CAR THING with Sam where it’s a huge description of their relationship that Dean hops in the car seat even though he might not be old enough to even legally DRIVE her, and then Sam gets in the front seat and Dean just squishes him, hauling the seat forward for his tiny legs to reach the pedals. Like, Sam didn’t argue and it didn’t occur to Dean and they only swapped AFTER this bad dynamic caused a stupid mess and crushed Sam? Hello entire codependency metaphor :P 

(And I don’t think I need to explain 12x11 since it was so recent and so so awful about Dean D: Oh gosh, you could have just given us the Larry riding montage and no episode and that would have been enough :P)

Anyway as the emotional POV this stuff happens to Dean because changes to his self is the plot idea to help with stuff that’s to come or to explain things that already happened in the main plot, or really OTT situations they want for their own sake, that push the boundaries of his character but seem more to do with the main plot unfolding, make sense to explore through Dean, because his emotional landscape is often plot relevant, and the exploration even if it’s wrapped up in a silly concept, usually makes a lot more sense to apply to him because we already have a vast playground of his characterisation to mess around in. 10x12 and 12x11 especially were calling on everything about Dean. I think the writer even went on Twitter I guess when he was writing it and polled everyone on the most Dean-like things they could think of, and clearly got the answers “music, pie, car and girls” because those were the main metaphors of subverting Dean’s character that he offered.

I don’t think this is to reflect negatively on Sam - he gets some fascinating character stuff but connected to the main plot and not delving him in the same way Dean is delved (I think the imbalance and not understanding how they’re written can make people sad on Sam’s behalf he doesn’t get enough development in the same way Dean gets it, which is often by default when we care about character stuff over plot. I also think the writing falls into ruts of this which HAVE favoured Dean and his emotional arcs over Sam’s plot stuff). But Sam can get some incredible character stuff out of the plot things - I think Sam in Berens episodes is a great example because I’m still reeling from 13x03 and the stuff he said to Jack, because that’s all using the main plot to explore Sam - even if a lot of it was saying obvious stuff we knew about Sam, he doesn’t really say it too often and forcing him to say it out loud in episode THREE means the season is going to have to build on that or fail Sam (and he’s so wrapped up in what happens to Jack I can’t see his character stuff connected to that disappearing :P) 

But yeah, him being the “straight man” means that Dean is bouncing off him to be the funny one, and that really reflects on every level of the show, especially when you take humour and replace it with the emotional connection we have to the show in general and humour is just a great way to game that to get the reaction in a positive way, and Sam’s not the serious one so much as he’s dealing with the big stuff, usually, and that can wander off to all sorts of places like his habit of completely hammering down any other feelings to deal with the things that have to be done. Or to do the opposite of scaling up Dean, he can scale down to be the more serious one in a silly episode. Which doesn’t mean it doesn’t affect him - all the episodes where he had to deal with something happening to Dean that put him in charge it really messes him up. Or makes him really good at poker that one time :P 

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Ah, my neighbours have stopped having a 4 way screaming match outside in the street, I’m going to stop typing and go to bed, so no tl;dr here… it’s turning 2am :D

[shorkbrian]

Hooked

I cannot stop thinking about!!! Tendou in the desert. Mainly because I went for a walk and found a bunch of creepy stuff, and Tendou would fit right into the creepy-desert-aesthetic. (also..... he’d be the type to have a meth trailer out in the middle of nowhere lol)

(What to expect - bad writing, a dead body, Tendou being weird. No NSFW)

He’s just absolutely batshit crazy. There’s no explanation for his actions.

Like you go for a walk in the mountains, intent on seeing a beautiful, iconic desert sunset, skies dyed pink, purple, orange and red.

It gets dark faster than you anticipated though, and you’re left trying to stumble back to your car in the pitch black night, temperature quickly dropping.

And of course, you aren’t prepared at all. It’s the desert, it isn’t supposed to get cold. So you’re shivering, freezing, skin going numb, starting to feel a bit sluggish as you wonder how the fuck it’s so fucking cold.

There’s a light off in the distance, maybe your car? Had you left the light on?

Stumbling closer, tripping over rocks and trying to avoid cactus, you try to focus on the light, on the outline. It almost looks too high to be your car.

Then you hit the dirt, foot twisting over a rock, causing you to crash onto your side, landing your hip directly onto a cactus. You screech at the stinging pain that stabs into your hip, the side of your butt, your outer thigh.

It hurts to stand up, and you can’t even assess the damage done, because it’s dark and as soon as you try to feel your hip, sharp spines make you cry out, pulling your hand back.

All that’s left for you to do is cry as you make your way towards the light, hoping, praying it’s your car.

As you limp closer, tears dripping down your face at the pain of the cactus spines, the cold, your now-sore ankle, you quickly discern that the light’s source comes from a house.

Specifically, a trailer.

There’s junk everywhere, piles of it, and you trip over a few stray.... well, you can’t really make out what it is, with how dark it is. But you make it to the door.

And yeah, this is super creepy. You’re out in the middle of nowhere, it’s dark, with no flashlight, no jacket. You’re vulnerable, but you’re so freaking cold, and you think there’s blood on your leg from where you’ve been stabbed with the cactus spines.

You need help.

So you gather up the courage, pray that there’s someone home, that it’s not a serial killer, and knock on the door of the trailer.

There’s a loud thump, high pitched, muffled cursing, then some shuffling. The clicking of locks on the door, and then it swings open, revealing a man holding a shotgun.

Well fuck.

He’s lanky, thin and wirey, wild red hair tangled on top of his head. Large, hooded eyes squint at you sleepily, before the man cocks his head.

“You lost?”

“Uhm, yeah..... hi.” You sniffle out, and the man’s eyes visibly widen as he realizes you’re crying, in nothing but a short sleeve shirt and a pair of pants, standing out in the cold.

The inside of the trailer is warm, and it makes your cheeks, ears, and frozen hands tingle as feeling begins returning to them. How had it gotten so cold in the fucking desert?

The man introduces himself as Tendou Satori, deputy of Shiratorizawa county. He’s not lying to you either, has the badge, the uniform - it even explains the shotgun.

He clicks his tongue when you limp inside, as light falls upon your hip and shows your jeans darkened with blood. Tells you to warm up first, sit in front of the heater vent, then he’ll help you with the cactus.

“What’re you doing way out here? City’s kinda far.”

“I was gonna watch the sunset, take pictures ‘n stuff.” You offered, wrapping the blanket he had provided more firmly around yourself. His gaze makes you uncomfortable, and you’re not sure why. It’s not like he’s going to do anything bad, he’s a police deputy.

His eyes are so flat though, still hooded even though he’s very much awake. Maybe that’s just the way he looks, but it’s a bit creepy.

“Didn’t think it’d get dark as fast as it did? Is that why you were wanderin’ around out there?”

You nodded. “Didn’t know it could get so cold either.”

Tendou chuckles, high pitched, and you wince. He sounds like a creepy funhouse clown when he laughs like that. “Ehehe, lots of people get caught off guard by desert weather. Think it’s hot all the time, can’t even imagine that it gets a bit chilly. You’re lucky I’m posted up here, otherwise you’d be a popsicle by morning!”

He was so nonchalant about the idea of you freezing to death, you didn’t know how to respond.

Luckily, you had warmed up enough to stop shaking, teeth no longer clattering together. Tendou told you to stay put while he got supplies to fix up “Your little owie!”

It was much more than a ‘little’ wound.

The trailer was filled with thick awkwardness as Tendou asked you to peel off your pants so he could get to the spines embedded in your skin. He didn’t seem to understand that you felt a little embarrassed, didn’t even turn his back as you slowly pushed them to your ankles, wincing as they dragged over your bloodied hip.

“Ok-ay! Now, this’ll hurt, so try not to scream a whole bunch, right?”

And then he was digging in with tweezers, delicately extracting cactus spines from your puffy, swollen hip, the side of your butt, your outer thigh.

It hurt, badly, and you started crying again, much to your embarrassment. Tendou didn’t seem to mind, kept his eyes fixed on your bloody leg as he quickly tended to it.

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry. You’ll have to hydrate a bunch after I’m done though.”

“Why does it hurt so much? Are they poisonous?” You yelped as the man tugged on a particularly painful spine, furrowing his brows in concentration as he pulled it out.

“Oh! It’s cause they’re like little meat hooks.” He looked up at you, smiling, holding his most recent extraction with his tweezers so you could see. “They get pretty attached once they get in you, hehe, but I’ll make you better.”

Forty minutes later had Tendou finishing up, finally deeming you cactus-free after a thorough inspection. He had plucked out the large spines with tweezers, before running his hand over your skin, stilling you when you flinched, explaining that he was feeling for the small needles.

You felt insanely uncomfortable, with his hands and face that close to such an intimate area. 

“All do-ne!” The man sang, straightening his back, giving you a gleaming smile. His lips stretched too far over his teeth. “Now, I’ll get you some pants, and some water. You want to sleep in the bed with me? Or on the couch?”

What?

The panicked confusion must be evident on your face, because Tendou cackled, standing up, towering over you. 

“Can’t go back out there, you wanna die? Gotta stay until mornin’.”

“The couch please.” The choice was easy, and Tendou nodded, before disappearing through a doorway into a dark room, coming back with an armful of blankets. He tossed a pair of pajama pants at you from the pile, but you hesitated in putting them on.

“Um.... Mr.? Can I have something to wipe off the blood?” It was crusted on your leg, dried and dark brown now.

Tendou turned from making up the couch, blinked at you slowly, looked at your leg. “Guess I should do that!” 

You had to wait a bit longer, until he had arranged the couch to his liking, before the strange man fetched a wet washcloth to wipe off your leg with.

It was warm, and he was thorough as he sponged off the blood. The way he licked his lips while doing so made you feel a bit uneasy.

When you were finally clean, you tugged on your new pants quickly, finally feeling a bit more comfortable now that you were no longer exposed.

“Wanna eat before you go to bed? I have-” Tendou bent to shuffle through his fridge. “-Oh! I have applesauce! and crackers! Yum Yum!” Both items were held aloft triumphantly. 

Who kept crackers in the fridge?

You just wanted to go to sleep.

“I’m good, thank you though.”

“Okay, beddy-bye time then I guess.” Why did he talk so childishly? 

You tried to relax as he turned out the lights, bidding you good night as he shuffled back through the doorway, apparently into his bedroom.

Tomorrow you’d find your car, and everything would be fine.

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Tendou was sitting on the couch when you woke up, your bare feet in his lap.

“Good morning~!” His voice was so loud, you were wincing at the volume, at the sunlight streaming through the dingy curtains, at your first good look at his trailer - he’d kept it dark last night, only turning on one light.

It was clean, well, as clean as a trailer could be. Nothing suspicious or worrisome.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” The man questioned, suddenly leaning far too close, his hand sliding up your calf.

“Oh-uhm-” You stuttered, blushing at the proximity, the foreign touch. “I should go find my car...”

Tendou rolled his eyes, backing off quickly. “Too boring. Also too far. It’ll hurt to walk, you won’t be able to make it.”

You raised an eyebrow, immediately testing out his claim, hissing in pain as soon as you moved your leg.

Apparently, it was swollen and sore.

He was right, walking hurt, and you barely hobbled to the little bathroom without Tendou’s assistance. Maybe he could go find your car and bring it here? It had to be close by, you hadn’t been walking for that long last night...

“So!” Tendou clapped his hands, and you started, almost bumping into him as he stood, leaning over you on the couch. “Tell me about yourself, it’s been so long since I’ve had anyone over. You have a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Where’s your family? I’ve always wanted someone to keep me company here.”

“Woah, wait, what?”

Tendou chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re going to stay here with me now! I think we should get to know each other a bit, don’t you?”

Staying with him? Here? What was going on?

“Um, Mr.-”

“Tendou... or Satori, your choice.” The man interjected, before moving to flop down next to you on the couch.

“Tendou-” You continued. “-I can’t stay here. I need to find my car, and drive back to the city, back to my home. My roommate will be worried...”

“Home is here.” His tone was so matter-of-fact, it shocked you silent.

“You had a roommate though? How fun!!” He chirped, and you didn’t miss the emphasis on “had”. “You ever have sex with them?”

Tendou had moved in a second, pressed to your side, his face too close to yours, and you panicked.

“I gotta go. Really, I’m sorry, thank you for helping me out last night but I need to get going-” You were on your feet, ignoring the pain lancing through your leg as you hobbled quickly to the door, throwing it open.

A hand tugged on your shirt, pulling you off balance and forcing you to step backwards. 

“You’re leaving? But I did so much for you, you haven’t even paid me back...”

His grip on your shirt was firm, but you wriggled and writhed until he was forced to let go. “I-I promise I’ll pay you when I get to my car. My wallet’s there, you can have everything in it-”

You pushed forward, through the door, barely dodging Tendou’s grabby hands. This wasn’t right, there was something off about him, you needed to get away.

“I don’t want you to go.” But you weren’t listening to his suddenly deep, serious voice. Instead, you were frantically looking around, trying to figure out which way you had come from last night. 

There was nothing but cactus, rocks, and dirt.

“I was wishing for company the other day, y’know? It gets so lonely here, the sheriff isn’t a good conversationalist.”

The sheriff?

You whirled around, Tendou standing in the door, looking off to the side. You followed his gaze, saw the lawn chair, the upturned bucket next to it, two empty bottles of beer. There were more bottles littering the ground.... there was another lawn chair-

-and the fully-dressed body of a sheriff, half-decayed, sat in it.

You didn’t even think to scream; who would hear you out here? All you did was run, adrenaline roaring through your veins and letting you forget about your wounded leg.

“Wait!” Tendou called after you gleefully, bouncing out of the doorway. “You’re hurting his feelings! Ahehehe!!”

The man was deranged.

And you very quickly realized that there was no where to run.

Nowhere to hide.

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You couldn’t see your car, or anything that looked familiar. The only sounds in the air was the panting of your own breath, your feet thudding slowly underneath you as your initial shock wore off, as the adrenaline left you, as the pain returned.

It had only been a few minutes since you took off, speeding away from the unhinged madman. You were left wondering if he was really the deputy - maybe he’d killed the deputy, stolen his uniform.

Then you wondered why there was a dead sheriff in his yard. Had no one come looking for him? Where was the sheriff’s car? What was even going on?

It’s warm, the sun beginning to beat down on you relentlessly, and you curse the desert. Curse it’s unbearable heat during the day, it’s frigid temperatures at night. 

“Pretty girl!!! I found you~!” Tendou’s shrill voice had you jerking your head around, frantically trying to see where the man was. Had he been following you? Where was he, there was nothing he could hide behind!

“You want to go for a ride in my fancy car? Is that it? I’ll take you to dinner, then we’ll kiss under the moon!” The man cackled, and you determined that the voice was coming from your left.

But... there was nothing there?

Tentative, painful steps forward, towards his voice. Where was he? If you couldn’t see him, you couldn’t fight him. You needed to know where the creep was.

A careful step.

A careful step.

A careful st-

A terrified scream tore from your lungs as your foot seemingly plunged into thin air, immediately landing you on your butt as you slide down a steep incline.

It was a ravine.

You tumbled down into it’s depths, getting scraped by rocks and brush. Luckily, you slammed into something solid, metal, and it stopped your tumultuous motion.

Gaining your bearings, you stared hard at the door of the police car you’d just collided with, before a hand popped out of the window, waving at you.

“Beep beep!” Tendou snickered, his flat eyes taking in your disheveled appearance. “Let’s mess around, I’ve heard doing it in a car is fun.”

There’s no one around to hear you scream.

[that-good-trash]

Burn Away With Me 2

Shoto Todoroki x reader / Dabi x reader????

Warnings: mentions of death, profanity, kidnap, Angst,

Word count: 6,315

Part 1

Summary: Kidnap and murder usually go hand in hand but not like this. The world thinks your dead and you have to watch them mourn you like a princess locked away in a tower. Except princes don’t look for dead girls. You might just have to rely on the villain who took you.  

Comment: Sorry I haven’t been posting but I’m back. This took longer than I thought and there will be a third part. I’ve decided to make this a series while I work on other fic ideas. Which if any of you have any suggestions or ideas I totally need inspiration for more one shots and series’s. I hope you all enjoy. 

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You were dead.

At least that’s what everyone thought, was told, had ‘witnessed’. In a way you were dead because having to watch the world exist without you, killed you. Watching Shoto in interviews and reading article about him made you wish you had actually died since he was lifeless. You had agreed to this so you were an accessary to his misery. The one thing you always promised was to never abandon him, to always love him. You had failed to keep that promise. You were now causing him pain and couldn’t even apologize for it.

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After your Hollywood murder, your vanishing act, you had woken up in an unfamiliar place that smelled damp and musty, like mildew under week old wet carpet. It was toxic to your nose which had become a little sensitive from living a modern clean life. You were wearing a jacket that wasn’t yours that smelled faintly of burning charcoal and cigarettes. While lifting the overly long sleeves you had become aware that you lacked any chest covering. You were naked besides the jacket and silk panties you wore under it. It wasn’t like you had time to pack, hell you actually hadn’t expected to ever wake up again. Trusting a villain was dicey, it could backfire terribly and you couldn’t figure out yet if it had. You were alive. That wasn’t for sure a good thing. The room you were in had a bed, which you were laying in, the sheets were stained and slightly charred in places. There was a single window and two doors, one leading into a closet, the other you didn’t know where. An old suitcase sat in the corner and you didn’t really want to know what was in it. Outside the door you could hear the sound of talking, it was staticky meaning it was coming from a TV or radio. You had gotten off the bed hugging the long black coat against your body as you made your way to the door. Fear flooded your veins. You had no idea what Dabi’s plan had been. While you slept the news of your death spread across all media. You weren’t even aware of this. You were thinking that this was a kidnap ransom thing. As the knob turned you could hear the voices a little more clearly. It was a TV, the light shining down the short hallway. You walked toward it before feeling your heart stop. Across the bottom of the screen was your name, your real name and hero name. It was the words that followed that made your legs give out. Now on your knees with shaking shoulders you read the headline, hear the news caster.

[ L/n F/n – Hero Name, was found murdered in her shared home.]

“Her fiancé Todoroki Shoto cannot be reached at this time but we mourn his lose.” You read the words and listen to the tail end of his sentence piecing together what had happened. The image changed from the inside of the news room to a helicopter view, footage taken hours ago. Your shared home had been surrounded by police vehicle’s and you watch Shoto rush out of his car and directly into the house. A sob escapes as you watch the police and pro heroes look down and away. You couldn’t hear anything other than the helicopter but you could imagine he was screaming your name. What was left behind? That’s when you became all too aware of a throbbing pain in your left hand. Looking down at your hand you scream, your ring finger is missing. How the hell hadn’t you realized this to begin with. There were so many pieces missing to this fucked up puzzle. How the hell did you get here? Where the hell was here? Where was Dabi and better yet your god damn finger? These questions invaded your mind as you watched the screen continue to show pictures of you with claims of death. You weren’t dead and if you were this was one hell of an afterlife. Purgatory was a shitty back alley apartment.

“When we, the public, were informed of L/n’s death everyone wanted to hear what the Todoroki family had to say, specifically Endeavor. His interview shows his conflicted emotions and many are quick to blame grief for his lack of emotion.”

You watch the interview and listen to your future father in laws words. He didn’t care. You had stopped crying as you watched him speak on your behalf. How dare he claim to know what you wanted. If you weren’t aware of the real mastermind, you’d think he tried to have you killed. How could someone be so heartless. You had spent so much time trying to prove you were worthy of Shoto even though your lover told you that you were more than enough. The social pressure Endeavor put on you was suffocating and you were really starting to realize that just by watching some shitty interview he did for publicity. Your hands were clenched into fist despite the pain in your left hand. You stood up a little too fast and fell backward. You never hit the floor, instead a hot hand caught you. You sighed in relief before staring into your kidnapper’s eyes. You weren’t weak or none confrontational. Your eyes burned with fury, your lips twitching with words brewing behind them.

“You son of a bitch, You bastard.”

“Woah, no reason to bring my mom into this, though I will say you’d be right about my father.” He was so smug as he held up his hands in defense against your hissed insults. He had expected tears and fear not an enraged hurricane. “Now calm down, what’s got you so pissed?”

“YOU FUCKING KILLED ME!” Your eyes were bulging out and your breathing was unsteady. Your eyebrows knit together as you glared him down with hell fire behind your eyes. You looked like a savage. Like a crazed lunatic. Instead of looking scared or remorseful he just backup against the tattered couch. His arms crossed and he lifted a brow. His smirk told you that he found this entertaining.

“Um, you seem pretty alive to me doll. You can’t believe everything you hear on TV.” He laughed at his own joke, or maybe the pathetic chaotic state you were in. As you heaved your chest in exasperation. You realized that you’d made a huge mistake. You killed yourself off on your own accord, you should have fought back then maybe you’d be in Shoto’s arms and not on every news station. If you had been kidnapped people would be looking for you but they aren’t. No one is looking for you. In an instant all anger subsided. You were tired, in pain, scared, pissed, lonely, dispirited, you were dead. Your shoulders slumped with no fight lingering. You let the wall catch you before sliding down it. Your head fell heavy into your hands before settling between your bend legs. You weren’t looking at him, but Dabi did seem a tad guilty. He pushed off the couch walking toward you. He dropped down, squatting in front of you. His fingers brush your hair out of your face, you slap his hand away looking at him with feral eyes that had tears bottled in them. A sigh escaped as he stood up, he could hear the TV mention your name. He watched people on the screen hold candles standing along a dark street. This was live. He yanked you off the ground and pulled you out of the apartment making sure he covered you with a scarf he snatched from the rickety coat rack. You didn’t know where he was taking you but when you ended up on the roof of this building you panicked. Was he going to actually kill you? Maybe that would be better for you. Instead you feel your face yanked toward a specific location. This building was old and crumbling but it was tall. It seemed to be taller than plenty of the buildings near it. As you looked off squinting you saw lights in the distance.

“What are you trying to show me?”

“Shh.” You were pissed. What the hell was his problem. Frustrated you cross your arms feeling the cold breeze and get a little less mad and grow shy after remembering again your lack of coverage. You go to ask if you can return to the apartment but he points and you follow. The city lights disappear and in a Disney moment the sky seems to light up. You watch from the ground miles away lights move like waves and from the tops of buildings lanterns fade into the sky. You watched in awe.

“They are mourning the loss of a true hero, you.”

He’s not looking at you but instead watching the lights. His hands are stuffed into his pockets and he doesn’t look at you as you collapse to the cold dirty roof ground. You scream into the illuminated darkness. It’s painful, like a wolf crying out for its mate after receiving a fatal wound. A howl of sorrow and agony. Was Shoto watching these lights mourning you as well? Your knees pressed into the harsh concrete beneath you cutting into them. Dabi stood next to your broken shaking form, his hands sat inside his pant pockets. He was watching the sky letting you fall apart. He had been in a similar situation before, having to mourn his own death.

It felt like hours had passed by the time you ran out of tears. Your knees hurt from the embedded concrete, your hands were shaking and your fingertips had the slightest tint of purple. You were cold, practically naked, empty, and alone. No one knew you were alive besides the person who killed you. The sky was no longer lit up and you wondered if this was goodbye. If this was how your life as a hero ended. You didn’t get a huge battle like All Might at Kamino, or Sir Nighteye’s battle with Overhaul. You didn’t get to retire or die in a heroic way, instead people would remember you as the hero who died in her home, murdered by some mystery villain. You knew in a week you’d be old news and everyone would be talking about this in the future like it was a part of Shoto’s tragic backstory. You stood up before almost falling directly back down. You catch yourself by grabbing onto Dabi. He winks at you which you react to with disgust. He nods toward the door and you walk toward it leading the way. You think for a moment that running off the side of the building would be a good escape plan. He knows what you’re thinking as he links your arm with his own and pulls you along back into the building and eventually into the hellscape of an apartment. You yank yourself free before walking to the couch and falling back onto it with a huff. You were pouting because he had caught onto your plan, because you had to be here in this disgusting shithole.

“This place is gross.” Dabi raises a brow before laughing, his laughter echoes throughout the small room.

“Sorry this isn’t a five-star hotel princess.”

“It doesn’t have to be a luxury hotel; it just has to be livable. The TV looks like it’s from the 80’s and the carpet feels damp. This couch smells like you set it on fire and it’s still burning. The bed room has various stains in various places. I haven’t even seen the bathroom but I imagine it’s even worse, oh god I can’t live here.” You weren’t prissy or someone with high standards, this place was just literal hell and since you were dead it was even worse. You could imagine that Dabi wasn’t going to let you leave whenever you wanted so having to be stuck in this place was going to drive you insane.

“I think you sound be more concerned with clothing than housing. You have a roof and a bed; you have no clothes.” Dabi made a very good point that you forgot in your depression over the living situation. You throw your head back letting out another frustrated sob.

“Fuck, you should have just killed me.” You thought you ran out of tears and yet some slid down your cheek. You were frustrated and wanted nothing more than to curl up against your fiancé while he comforts you but you couldn’t do that.

“This isn’t forever. My plan just needs to go accordingly and you should be free to go. Think of this as summer camp or a stake out mission.” You looked at Dabi skeptically. He stared back lacking any intension to deceive you.

“Tomorrow night I’ll bring you by some clothes. If you really hate this place so much, I’ll let you clean and decorate it. Give me a list of shit you need tomorrow and I’ll see what I can do. Your stuck with me and when I’m not here you are going to be under house arrest. You don’t get to leave and if I find out you tried; I’ll show you exactly why you shouldn’t disobey me.” His eyes darkened at the end. He wasn’t the smug Dabi but one who truly would turn you into ash. Minutes ago, you would have chosen to be burn alive rather than have this as your life but that was quick to change with the hope that you would actually be released. Dabi wasn’t all that bad, scary kind of but not bad. Clothes were a blessing you couldn’t wait for. The ability to make this place livable also enticed you. He really knew how to get you to stop whining. A smile spread across your face and Dabi raised a brow. He expected a thank you, he shouldn’t have.

“You’re still a fucking asshole who kidnapped and ‘murdered’ me so don’t go thinking I like you or want to rely on you. The idea of being burned alive is almost tempting when compared to living here with you as my only company.” All this was still served with your smile. You stood up and let the coat tail spin behind you as you walked off to the bedroom. “I’m a size [Y/size], don’t forget that.”

The door shut leaving Dabi alone in the living room. His head falls backward and a chuckle escapes passed his lips. “Damn, what a weird girl. Can see why you like her little bro.”

His hands dip back into his pockets as he leaves the apartment. Once on the street below the dirty building he looks up toward your window. It’s hidden away in the alley. You are looking out it hoping for a view but there isn’t one. He knows how miserable you are but also knows you’re a fighter who will survive. He lights up a cigarette as he disappears into the night. You are left sitting on a dusty windowsill thinking about your would-be husband, your almost widow. You wonder what he was doing, how he was doing. Were his friends with him? A single tear slips down your cheek and onto the window sill mixing into the dusk leaving a dirty mark. A melancholy laugh puffs passed your lips. You close yours eyes remembering the first time the two of you met. Remembering how falling in love happened slowly then all at once.

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Shoto Todoroki was an emotionless teenager when you met him. You were older than him by a year and met him by complete accident. You both attended UA and he got lost ending up near one of your classes. He ran into you as you rushed to deliver paperwork to the office. More like you ran into him. Instead of swooning over the mismatched eyes and hair like most girls did you pushed passed him. “Sorry gotta go, next time watch where you’re going.”

You had found him outside your classroom afterschool waiting for you. You were confused as he looked at you with about as much emotion as a wall. Hell, you’d seen walls with more emotion. He was like a red and white brick. Your fellow classmates walked around you, some whispering questions amongst each other. You were as confused as they were.

“Um why are you here?”

“You ran into me.” You raised a brow at his blunt accusation. You thought back to earlier and indeed you ran into him. You should have apologized seriously earlier but now you were curious. He waited out here just to tell you that.

“Earlier I was walking down this hallway and you ran into me, then you proceeded to tell me to watch where I was going when you were the one who should have watched herself.” A child, a first year, a stranger was scolding you. A normal person would apologize or defend themselves. You weren’t normal. Instead you laughed at him. He didn’t like that but his irritation subsided into concern. What had he said that was so funny? This seemed like a very serious topic, had he told it like a joke? “Why are you laughing?”

“You seriously waited out here, outside my classroom, just to scold me. Man, you are taking justice pretty seriously, that or I offended your pride as a man. Is it that one? Did I make you feel less of a man because I pushed you while blaming you for my own neglectfulness?” Shoto couldn’t believe how you spoke to him. His cheeks actually heated up from embarrassment and that never happened. People didn’t usually speak to or toward him like this. It was, different? You patted his head when he didn’t speak but just stood there like an old windows computer trying to start up.

“See yah.”

“Wait.” You stopped behind him and turned around. He was facing you with conflicting emotions. “What are you doing right now?”

“I have training, why?” You were put off slightly by his change in attitude.

“Can I watch.” Okay that sounded stalkerish. “I have a classmate who likes to collect information on people’s quirks. You’re from class 2A so I assume you have a unique or powerful quirk. I think he’d like to watch and I have to write a report on quirk studies so…”

Bullshit, it was all bullshit, you knew it he knew it. The janitor that passed awkwardly knew it. This boy would die of embarrassment if you brought it up. A sigh slips out and you can’t say no because you are already late and at least this would give you an excuse to give your teacher. “Sure.”

After getting changed you found four underclassmen staring at you. It was uncomfortable and almost comedic. You never really brought attention to yourself, actually class 2A never really attracted too much attention. The dual hair colored boy stood next to a green haired boy who seemed really excited to see you. The other two consisted of a taller blue haired boy with glasses and a shorter round cheeked brunette. You actually realized you knew all four of them. A grin spread across your face as you pointed at them.

“You guys are from class 1A. I watched you guys at the sports festival and I watched you guys at the school festival. Oh man you are Midoriya Izuku, you’re Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, and that makes you Todoroki Shoto. They all looked amazed that you knew their names. Hell, it was hard to not when everyone talked about the class of villain fighting heroes. They were famous and you had mocked the class heartthrob. It made you laugh because you had classmates that found him hot with his cold demeanor and mysterious scar. When you looked at him you saw a socially awkward kid.

“You’re L/n F/n! Your quirk is so cool! I read about it in a book Mr. Aizawa had about former students. I would love to be able to see it in action! Would that be okay?” He was enthusiastic and you couldn’t say no. You also needed to get to training because you were even more late now. After a nod they all followed you to the training grounds. Other students looked at you and laughed at your entourage. They made teasing comments while others swooned over Shoto. You rolled your eyes. Training mattered more than some dumb boy. Little did you know how wrong you were at that moment. Running into him that afternoon started a domino effect. He had watched you never looking away as you fought. You were mesmerizing. He hadn’t heard a word said by his friends. It was cliché but he was captivated by you.

After that day Shoto found himself following you a lot. He would meet you after class and watch you train or go with you to the library. It was awkward to you but kind of cute. He opened up to you about his past and you didn’t cry. Instead you smiled and held his hands. You told him that he was strong and that his past would never define his future. He had fallen deeper and deeper in love with you, who seemed so far out of his league. Little did he know that he filled your thoughts. You always wondered what he was doing or thinking. You learned to make soba so the two of you could eat while watching the sunset. He missed being around you when you were at your work studies but he supported you behind the scenes. Eventually the two of you were inseparable, until graduation. You stood amongst your fellow classmates laughing and smiling, beaming with pride that you had made it. Everyone had flowers and gifts except you. You turned when someone had called your name. It was Shoto standing facing you, he had a bouquet of your favorite flowers with red streaked across his cheeks. He said something but you couldn’t hear over the crowds. As you walked closer you tried to hear him better. You kept yelling that you couldn’t hear so he mouthed it slowly and you realized what he said; I love you. Your heart stopped and all of a sudden no one else mattered. The loud crowd disappeared leaving just you and Todoroki. Your legs kicked off the ground flinging yourself the distance tackling him into a hug. He dropped the flowers, wrapping his arms around you.

“I love you too.” He cried against your shoulder because he hadn’t known love like this. Your love was something he gained and his trust was something you had fought for. He loved you and you loved him and that was all the mattered. That time felt so far away but in reality, it was only 3 ½ years ago. You’d been with him for 3 ½ years and engaged for six months. It wasn’t always perfect but you wouldn’t have traded it for anything, except you did trade it. You traded it for some shitty apartment and a death sentence. You were truly the villain of this story.  

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It took Dabi two days to ‘find/steal’ the things on your shopping list. He brought you a haul of ‘crap’ and clothing of various sizes. You were miserable but this was one thing that made you smile through the depression. Cleaning supplies gave you something to occupy your time. A small chipped table for the eating nook next to the tiny kitchen, a dresser with mismatched paint and broken drawers. A clean set of blankets, sheets, and towels found a home on the bed and in the closet in the hallway. It wasn’t perfect but you were excited to put them where you wanted. It was like an interior design show for the less fortunate. Dabi sat on the couch with a bottle of bourbon while watching people play hero on the TV. You cleaned around him. He wrinkled his nose when you poured carpet cleaner everywhere. The apartment smelled of bleach and lemon by the time you finished. He was actually impressed, a smirk spread across his face as you flopped down on the couch. The large blanket he got you covered the dirty stains on it. He looked you over, noticing how you looked good in the wore torn jeans and oversized t-shirt he got you. It was casual and he liked it. He imagined from what you had come from that you wore a lot of blouses and skirts rather than this.

“You did a good job. I’d give the place two stars.” You hit him with the towel sitting on your shoulder. He laughed noticing your eye roll. “I gotta leave for a few days. While I’m gone you better behave and maybe I’ll bring you a treat.”

“Fuck you.” He had gotten used to your foul mouth and wondered how such an energetic snarky girl ended up with tight ass Shoto who only showed emotions like confusion and anger. He pushed off the couch. He needed to go back to the league and knew he couldn’t involve you in it. You were dead and it needed to stay that way. The league would use you for a different goal and he couldn’t let that happen. He grabbed his coat throwing it over his shoulder along with a wink and kiss to you. You blinked with an annoyed face before catching the kiss throwing it to the ground grinding it under your foot. His laugh could be heard even after the door closed behind him. You were once again alone which changed your demeanor from aggressive to weary. Your eye lids drooped and your shoulders fell. Your legs found themselves pulled onto the couch with your arms wrapped around them. You watched the news hearing segments talking about Deku saving three people from a fire and Red Riot helping catch a bank robber. You smiled happy for them. You never resented them, instead you rooted for your fellow heroes. They were saving the day while you scrubbed strange stains out of ancient carpet.

“As you all know we recently lost hero/name and it’s been hard to cope. This Saturday is her funeral. It is not an open viewing but we were informed that citizens are allowed to place mementos and grieve afterward outside the building. We are also being told to remind people to let hero Shoto grieve and not to bother him if you see him in public.”

Whatever was said afterword you didn’t hear because you were processing the new information. You were going to be buried, this makes it even more real. Chest tightening you stumbled off the couch reaching for the remote. Silence surrounds you as the TV clicks off. The room in spinning and you feel as if you are actually in a small box being buried. You cover your ears begging the world to stop spinning and for the voices to stop. You hear your friends giving eulogy’s, you hear crying and whispers of disappointment. You were a hero how did you lose. The ground hit you, wait no, you hit the ground. Your legs had given out and you were sobbing into the carpet, you could taste the chemicals you had used earlier. At the moment you didn’t care, not about the taste or about anything else. You had a request for Dabi that you knew wouldn’t fly well. You wanted to attend your own funeral.

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A week after your ‘murder’ came your funeral. There were strict rules enforced by Dabi, you weren’t allowed to leave the apartment for obvious reasons. This rule prevented you from going but you got to watch it. After begging for some kind of way to be there Dabi returned with a laptop that had shaky footage. You didn’t know who was recording it and knew better than to ask. The footage wasn’t perfect but it gave you what you wanted. Dabi offered to leave you alone but you didn’t want to be alone. The sounds of sniffling were caught coming from many guests. The building was gorgeous. Huge with marble walls and columns near the entrance. It felt like you were at a Greek wedding not a funeral. Everyone was adorned in black. You didn’t recognize the people near the camera person. The camera angle moved and you gasped, walking down the aisle leading toward the end of the room where you assumed a casket laid were your friends. You had friends from your own classes but these weren’t them. These were the friends you made through Shoto. Midoriya walked, his hand holding tightly onto Uraraka’s, she was crying. You smiled sadly at her through the screen. They were an adorable couple who you always rooted for. Now they were finding comfort in each other mourning you. Following behind them was Kirishima with Bakugou, Bakugou looked good in a suit but his red eyes made the red around them stand out more. You felt bad since you knew how much he hated feeling or looking weak. Kirishima was smiling but it held pain. There were many other classmates following behind but the camera turned to watch people gather around the front doors. Your hands flew over your mouth and Dabi had to catch the laptop before it fell from your lap. He placed it on the coffee table angling it so you could watch without dropping it. He wanted to scoff at your pain because he couldn’t understand why you would be sad. This was all a game, a show put on for the media. No one really cared for others this much, or maybe they did, Dabi just knew that he didn’t understand why the dead felt bad for the living.

“Please let him through.” Tenya was signaling people to move away from Shoto. Once the crowds dispersed you could see him. He looked like he hadn’t slept in months, his eyes bloodshot with black holes surrounding them. His cheeks were hollowing, and the rest of him looked thinner. He hadn’t been eating. His hair wasn’t styled and seemed messier, longer. His skin was dull and lifeless, like his eyes. He walked like he had no idea where he was going. Tenya held his shoulder walking with him like a guide. Had Tenya been watching over him for you? You hope someone was, you hope someone will intervene and stop his self-destruction. The camera follows as close as it can and you don’t know how much you can watch. In the front, stood rows of chairs for close family and friends. Your mother was wiping her eyes with her head against your fathers’ shoulder. They looked at the casket that you knew was empty. The camera watched Shoto tap their shoulders. They stood up and hugged him. He was apologizing to them; they didn’t take the apology. Your parents were always fond of him. They wouldn’t blame him. Shoto sat down away from them, Natsuo and Fuyumi sat next to him. Natsuo was rubbing his sisters’ shoulder as she sobbed into her handkerchief. The seat next to them was empty, reserved for Endeavor, for someone who wouldn’t show up. Natsuo had told you before that Endeavor didn’t do funerals, he even missed his own sons. You were actually glad that he wasn’t there, he didn’t deserve to be there. Dabi noticed your change from a forlorn stare to one filled with scorn. He knew you had been thinking about Endeavor, he knew because he had felt he same thing. He had been in the same situation watching people cry over him while the person that caused it was MIA. He watched the footage continue and could feel you stiffen up as people got up to speak. Speech after speech drained you of tears and life. You looked like you were actually dying as you watched Shoto stand behind the mic.

“I don’t want to talk much. I could stand here and tell you every tiny detail about F/n that I love, that I miss. I could tell you about her but I won’t. Instead I’ll say this and only this. I will not sleep, I will not eat, I will not rest till the killer is caught. No one even cares that this was a murder. She isn’t dead, she was murdered and while the rest of you cry and live your comfy lives, I’ll be out there taking down her killer.”

A sentimental speech is what you expected but received a promise of revenge. People gasped and shook their heads in disbelief. It was tasteless to people but to you it meant he fell right into Dabi’s clutches. Dabi was smiling with knowing eyes. He already knew this would happen. He knew all along and you couldn’t be mad because apart of you hoped this would get you back in his arms faster. The rest of the funeral went by without much problem. You watched the casket be lowered into a hole and buried with goodbyes and bundles of flowers. Shoto was the only one left besides the camera man. He put the camera down walking over to Shoto. You gasped as the winged hero put a hand on Shoto’s back apologizing for his lose. Shoto didn’t react while Hawks picked up the camera and turned it off. You watched the black screen feeling your hands shake, you slowly turn to Dabi.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.” You did was answers. You needed to know why the number 2 hero of Japan, Endeavors subordinate, was doing Dabi a favor. You had heard about heroes helping villains and selling secrets but this was to close to home. What the hell was happening. “Please Dabi, tell me what’s happening. Why was Hawks there? Why was he recording for you?”

“We all have secrets doll. I can’t tell you to much but I can tell you he owed me a favor and this was how he was repaying me. I needed to see your funeral as well to make sure my plan was actually working. It is and Shoto seems to be playing the game as intended. Soon enough you’ll be trading your stained walls in for your old egg shell white ones. Your pumpkin will turn back into a carriage sweetheart and while your dancing with the prince, I’ll have the kings head on a stick.” You knew he wanted Endeavor but you finally started piecing together exactly how he was going to do it. He was going to use Shoto to kill him or capture him. Either way Shoto was now a pawn on the same board as you. Dabi was playing the game against a cheater, someone who wouldn’t lose easily. Endeavor was not an easy man to break. This was going to be harder than manipulating your husband and you knew that.

“I want to help.”

“You already have. You being dead gives Shoto reason to kill. To go against his hero code. As long as you stay dead and he seeks revenge all goes well. I get what I deserve.” His phone beeps and he’s leaving you. The laptop goes with him, you don’t mind because there isn’t anything you can do on it anyway. You walk to the window watching his figure disappear into the foggy street. What an ugly night. You went to bed and curled up with a book Dabi had brought you.

Elsewhere Shoto stood in the darkness of an alley behind his fathers’ agency. Hawks walked by talking on the phone with someone not noticing the boy’s presence. Shoto waited and slipped into the building before the door closed. He couldn’t be caught using the codes or else they’d know it was him. He knew how to avoid the cameras, how to maneuver the building without getting caught. He found himself outside the large office he had been in plenty of times. To think it would be his father’s final resting place, it was perfect justice. He went to push the door open but hesitated when he heard him talking to someone.

“I offered her money, I offered her positions outside the country, Hell I had other heroes try to seduce her but nothing worked. She was hell bent on staying with Shoto. I couldn’t allow her to ruin his chances at being the number 1 hero. He needed to focus and if he were to marry it should be to someone with a quirk that complimented his. I needed her out of the picture and to think someone else took care of it before we had too.” Shoto knew his father was shitty, manipulative, abusive and so many other fucked up things but this was something else. This was beyond shitty and abusive. This was evil and a power trip. His father may not have killed you but he was going to get what he deserved for playing a part in it. The door opened under his touch and when he walked in his father turned a huge smirk across his face.

“Oh Shoto, I was just going to call you.” He put his phone down and Shoto was able to make out the name of the contact he had just been talking to, Hawks. He thought back to the funeral and pieced together theories. Hawks had a part in this and he was going to find out exactly what happened to you. His arm encases itself in fire the other arm freezing the exits. He stares at his still smirking father. “This isn’t a friendly visit. You’re going to tell me you killed Y/n and then I’m going to decide if I should kill you now or slowly torture you first.”    

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I got a story idea earlier today, I posted two chapters on my wattpad today. Basically it's a story idea where Chloe has a twin sister. But the twin is actually nicer than Chloe and only does what Chloe tells her because she makes her. This is Stoneheart Orgins Part 2.Because of text limit I'll add two parts. If anyone has any questions about missing plot points you can just comment or I might post the first chapter. Also Chloe and Cameron aren't identical twins, they have the same hair color, but they have different eye color, they are fraternal twins even though they are the same gender. (If I got any facts about twins wrong please tell me.my mother is an identical twin so I don't really know much about fraternal twins as I've only met one set)

Cameron's POV:

On the TV:

Nadja: (standing to the side of a picture of one of Stoneheart's minions, tablet in hand) The stone beings are scattered all over Paris, and for the time being, they are showing no signs of movement. (a variety of pictures is shown) Police have cordoned off the area.

Father: (on television alongside officer Roger) We won't stop until we find a way to get these people back to their normal selves, but for now, we're not making much headway.

(The camera flips backs to Nadja standing next to a photo of Ladybug and Cat Noir.)

Nadja: Paris is relying on our new guardian angels, Ladybug and Cat Noir, to save us all. Our lives depend on them.

I'm going to go to bed for the night.. I just hope tomorrow will be better.

Ladybug and Cat Noir.. I believe in you. I trust you. I know you can save us.

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Morning

I better get dressed before Chloe complains..

"Cameron! I set out your clothes!" I hear Chloe call out.

"Oh yay. What would I do without you?" I say sarcastically

"You would do nothing without me, because I always outshine you." Chloe says

"I'm just gonna get dressed." I groan

I rush downstairs to the hall and am the first to see father.

"Hey dad." I say

"Cameron. Are you okay? You're not scared about everything going on right?" He asks

"No father, I trust you, Ladybug and Cat Noir. I know they will save us." I say

"Thank you sweetie, I'll do everything in my power to keep you and your sister safe." He says

"I know you will." I say giving him a hug.

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A few minutes later..

Chloe comes downstairs.

"Hey is Jean whatever his name is ready with the car?" Chloe asks

"Yes, and remember to be safe dear." Dad says

"Yeah whatever. Come on Cameron!" Chloe says

I follow after Chloe and get in the limo.

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In the limo

"And you better remember what we talked about last night." Chloe says

"Of course Chloe." I say

I forgot to write in my diary about the whole Stoneheart thing last night, but I guess I can do it later today. When Chloe isn't bothering me.

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"Okay we're here." Chloe says

We exit the limo, greet Sabrina and enter the school.

"Woah look, it's Ivan." I say to Chloe.

"Let's go and see what the crowd around him wants." Chloe says with a suspicious looking smirk.

Oh no.. she's up to no good. She never is.

Especially when that look overtakes her facial expression.But I can't do anything no matter what she does... She warned me what will happen if I mess up again today. I just hope that she decides to be not so harsh for once, but the likelihood of that happening is slim to none unfortunately.

We walk over to the group.

"So you don't remember anything that happened? Alix asks Ivan.

"You were going ballistic! It was so cool!" Says Juleka.

"You were gonna crush me or something!" Says Kim

"I'm so sorry,  I wasn't myself." Ivan says

"I'm sure Ivan didn't mean to-" I start

Chloe Elbows me.

"What did we just talk about Cameron?" Chloe asks

"Oh right sorry. " I say sadly

"Once a monster, always a monster!" Chloe says

Ivan growls and storms off.

"Oh and don't let the door hit you on the way out!" Chloe says laughing

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Third Person POV:

(I TOOK THIS FROM THE TRANSCRIPT AGAIN)

Scene: Hawk Moth's lair.

Hawk Moth: Yes… feel the burn of those words. Lose your temper, Ivan! Your akuma awaits you. (taps on the cane that is holding the akuma)

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Cameron's POV:

"How could you say such horrible things to Ivan? You're the real Stoneheart!" Alya yells at Chloe

"Yeah, I'm the one who broke Sabrina's dad's arm.Back me up Cameron." Chloe says

"Just because you got that dumb footage of those superheroes doesn't mean you should get all high and mighty." I say

Chloe laughs and blows a bubble in Alya's face.

I do feel bad for what I said, but if Chloe ever catches me apologizing, it will be the end of me.

"Ugh! You little brats!" Alya starts

"Look everyone! She's angry! She's gonna split her underwear and turn into a huge muscly monster!" Chloe says

Alya growls and storms off.

Suddenly I see Adrien appear and wave to us.

"Hey Chloe, hey Cameron!" Adrien says

"Hi Adrien." I say

"Adrikins! You came!" Chloe says running over to him to hug him

I see a bunch of people who recognize him start to gush over him.

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"Isn't it amazing that you, me and my twin sister are all in the same class?!" Says Chloe

"Yeah, it is, I already have two people I know." Adrien says with a smile.

"Wow you look a lot like your mother." I say in awe.

"What?" He asks

"She said nothing." Chloe says while glaring at me.

"Cameron?" He asks

"Yeah, Chloe's right. I said nothing." I say

"One more slip up Cameron." She threatens

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." I say

"Yeah, it better not." She says

I could've sworn Adrien passed a shocked look at Chloe, but that could be me just hoping someone heard her for once.

As we enter the classroom and Adrien finishes giving random people his autograph, Chloe rushes in front of us.

"Look Adrikins! I saved you a seat right in front of me!" Chloe says

"Thanks Chloe." Adrien says sitting next to Nino.

I sit in my seat behind Sabrina.

"Hi." Adrien says looking at Nino

"So you're friends with Chloe and Cameron?" Nino asks suspiciously

I feel bad for him anyway..

Suddenly I hear Adrien making an issue of something, I turn around and see Chloe and Sabrina putting gum on Marinette's seat.

"Woah, what are you doing?" Adrien asks

"The brats who sat here yesterday need some attitude adjustment, so I'm gonna teach it to them." Chloe says

Adrien gets up.

"I really don't think that's necessary." Adrien says

"Adrikins, no offense but you have a whole lot to learn about school culture." She says

"Didn't you already insult Alya in the hall?" I ask outloud on accident.

"Cameron what was that?" Chloe asks threateningly

"Nothing important." I say

"That's what I thought." She says

I look at the top of my desk sadly.

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Suddenly I hear the familiar voice of Marinette shout.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" I hear her say.

I look up and see Adrien picking at the gum on Marinette's seat.

Oh poor Adrien..

"Um-" he says

Chloe and Sabrina laugh.

Chloe glares at me for not laughing, so I just go along with it.

"Haha so funny you four." Marinette says

"Wait, I was just trying to get it off!" Adrien says

"Sure you were." Marinette says

Chloe and Sabrina keep laughing.

"Ugh, you're friends with the terrible two huh?" She asks

Honestly I don't blame her for that comment, but it still hurts everytime someone compares me to Chloe.

"Why do people keep saying that?" I hear Adrien quietly and sadly ask.

Marinette covers her seat with a tissue, and the two sit down

"See what I mean about respect?" Chloe asks

Adrien sadly sighs.

"Hey where's Ivan?" I ask

"How should I know where that brute is?" Chloe asks

"Why didn't you tell them that it was 'The Terrible Two's' idea?" I hear Nino ask

"I've known Chloe and Cameron since I was little... and while they may not be perfect, I can't throw them under the bus, they're my only friends. And I'm starting to think Cameron might not really have much to do with Chloe's plans.." I hear Adrien say.

He's the first person who has ever said anything nice like that about me..

"The terrible two are a package deal my man.. but I'm Nino, and it's about time you made some new friends." I hear him say

He deserves good friends. I wish I was allowed to have friends...

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Third Person POV:

(FROM THE TRANSCRIPT)

Scene: Hawk Moth's lair.

Hawk Moth: Yes. This is what I've been waiting for. You know the way, evil akuma. Track down your prey! Fly away and evilize him!

(The akuma held in Hawk Moth's cane exits it and flies out the window.)

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Scene: The locker room. Ivan is upset. The akuma flies in and infects Ivan's wadded-up song lyrics.

Hawk Moth: (from his lair) This is your second chance, Stoneheart, and this time you have extra help. No one will stop you from capturing the love of your life. Just remember, I'll need something in return.

(Ivan is akumatized into Stoneheart again. He opens his eyes and all the other stone beings across Paris start waking up.)

I'll link the rest of this chapter when I post the rest of it.

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Worth it (Part 2)

*Not my Gif*

~Part 1~

Post Date: 4-15-20

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

~Master~

~Marvel Master~

“You’re not going to talk?” Tony said as he focused on you again, watching as you shook your head. “Fine, maybe you’ll talk to the police then.” Your smirk fell completely as you watched the man get up and out of the car, pulling the door open for Spiderman to leave as you closed your eyes. Everything could depend on these next few moments. You scrunched up your face, trying to figure out what to do as you slammed your hand on the table. Tony paused, waiting in the doorway for you to make your decision with a smirk.

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

“Who are you?” Tony asked as he took a seat again, making you slightly confused.

“You just read my file; did the old age make you forget?” You leaned forward on the desk, tapping the folder in front of you as Tony snatched it from under your hand, making you smirk. Tony scowled, flipping the folder open for the three of you to read. Peter took a few steps forward, peering over Tony’s shoulder as Tony sighed, looking at the teen over his shoulder before focusing on you.

He pulled out the pictures from before, spreading them across the desk before looking up at you. “What’s your story Y/N.”

“What do you mean?”

Tony thrusted a few of the pictures in front of you but you refused to look at them, keeping eye contact with the man. “I mean, you’re smart. You got your way into my system, you got your way into all of their systems,” Tony gestured to the pictures in front of you, “and you go to Midtown. Which by the looks of you, doesn’t look like you could afford?”

“Fuck you.” You spat at Tony’s words. Tony’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake, but you were already pulling on your handcuffs, trying to get out as he put his hands up.

“I just meant, being in foster care you obviously don’t have the resources like other kids do.” His justifications weren’t making you feel any better, but you sat back down. The skin on your wrist was swollen as you rested it back down on the table, wincing at the sharp pain passing through.

“I didn’t have a choice.” You admitted as Tony sat up slightly curious as you continued. “I’ve been kicked out of… almost all the schools around here. My only choices left were Midtown or being taught by Ms. Rike, the bitch who’s supposed to take care of me. Both of us agreed that her teaching me is the worst decision ever, and the principal owed her a favor so next thing I know I’m taking classes in Midtown Tech.” That was probably the least likely thing Tony thought you would’ve said, but he nodded when you finished, trying to figure out where to go with that.

“And that brain of yours? How did you know your way around a computer?”

You scoffed, turning your head away with a smirk. “How does anyone learn to do anything, Stark? They learn.” You had spent years learning how to hack into something, hours spent on your computer in the dead of night working your way into anything you could. Tony nodded, glancing up on the clock on the wall before back at you.

“You got to get to school, don’t you?” you nodded, giving him a quizzical look as he just smiled at you.

“Now you’re letting me go?”

He shrugged, pulling out the key to your handcuffs. “You answered my questions. Just, keep your phone on. In case I want to take more.” You stayed silent as he uncuffed you, immediately rubbing the taught skin as you tried to hide the pain. Tony’s façade instantly dropped as he apologized but you blew him off.

You were out of the building almost immediately after picking up your now empty bag, barely making your way to the street before someone literally landed right in front of you. Without thinking you took a swing at them, but they ducked before your fist made contact.

“Woah! Slow down!” They pleaded as you stopped, recognizing the voice from earlier in the room.

“Spiderman? What the hell dude?” He didn’t say anything at first, stuttering out a few words as you rolled your eyes and pushed past him. “I gotta get to school Spidey, don’t have time to talk.”

“Wait!” You groaned, turning around to face him. Peter watched you, seeing the way you became slightly annoyed as he straightened his back, feeling the situation out for the best way to talk. “Need a ride?”

Staring into his ‘eyes’ you tried to read him, not knowing if he was telling the truth or not. But when he shrugged and started to play with the back of his neck you could tell he was being genuine.

Normally, you would’ve declined but it had been a long night and you didn’t really feel like spending the rest of the morning walking back to the foster home. “Sure.”

You clung onto Spiderman’s neck, wrapping your legs around his body as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Hold on tight.” His voice was soft as he watched you, a hint of amusement in your eye mixed with fear as Peter found himself smiling. “Hey. I won’t drop you.”

Your hold on Spiderman tightened as he took off, swinging you through the streets of Queens before you pointed to the dilapidated building.

“It’s that one.” You whispered into his ear, wind blowing in your face as Peter nodded, landing in the ally next to it. Peter knew people lived here, he’d walk by this building everyday he goes to Delmar’s and yet knowing you lived there made Peter’s stomach turn. He put you down on the sidewalk, noticing the windswept smile on your face as you straightened out your clothes. “Thanks for the ride.” Peter nodded, entranced by the way you smiled before you looked up towards your place and your smile fell. “You should probably leave, you know, before anyone sees you here.”

“W-what?” Peter stuttered out looking around in confusion as you sighed.

“I mean, with me. Spiderman’s got actual people to save.” You started up the steps to the door, not looking back as Peter spun around, eyebrows furrowed as he looked for any clue as to what just went down.

You slammed the door behind you as you entered, leaning on the door and letting your head hit back on the misshapen wood. Blake started screaming down the hall, Brian following soon after as you ducked past the stairs, slipping into your room without being seen.

You made it to school a few minutes before first bell, throwing yourself in your seat with a thud as you caught the attention of some of the kids around you. You glared at them, most of them turning away faster than you thought possible but some of the boys behind you just snickered, talking amongst themselves as they took glances at you. You ignored them, turning to look at the front of the class as the teacher began the lesson.

By third period, you were bored. Traveling from class to class just to sit there and read. You needed a challenge or something just to make your brain not die from boredom.

You knew the computer lab would be empty for the next period and using that as your decision maker you snuck away from the kids in the halls, pulling your hood over your head and turning down an empty hallway to the computer lab. It wasn’t locked as you approached it and after entering you pulled all the shades closed, bathing you in darkness before you turned the nearest computer on.

You half expected for a teacher to bust in at that exact moment and ruin your fun but when no one did you smirked and sat down, beginning your fun.

Peter kept his eye out for you after this morning, everything he thought he knew about you completely thrown out the window. He sat through 1st period, only looking back at you 19 times, not that he was counting per se, and 2nd period he didn’t have with you but he lost you right before 3rd, knowing you always come into the class just seconds before the bell but today you didn’t show. It wasn’t like peter was worried, more like curious and a little bothered. Skipping class wasn’t a foreign idea for you but something in Peter told him you were still in the school. He asked to go to the bathroom, but instead he looked around the school for you.

What he didn’t expect was to see you sitting in the dark in the computer lab. He slowly turned the knob to the room, taking a deep breath before the door creaked open. The noise caused you to shoot your head up, your eyes squinting to catch a glimpse of whoever just entered.

When you saw the slim silhouette of Peter Parker standing the doorway, you hadn’t relaxed. “What are you doing here?” You called from across as the room as he came inside, closing the door with a click behind him.

“I Uh, I saw the light. Thought someone left a computer on.” He tried to hide the cringe in his voice as he lied to you, seeing your eyes narrow at him.

“And you were going to turn it off... in the middle of a period... when you’re supposed to be in class?”

“Uh huh.”

“Okay...” If Peter was truly telling the truth, you would’ve expected him to leave, knowing you were in here and the computer wasn’t left on. But he didn’t leave, instead he actually came closer to you, almost looking on your computer before you closed your program, Peter only seeing a fleeting glimpse before it was gone. “Can i help you with something?”

“I-I’m Peter by the way.” His hand stretched out, waiting for you to except it but you just quirked a brow, looking into Peter’s face.

“Parker. I know who you are. You’re in half my classes.” You deadpanned as Peter’s eyes widened, his hair coming up to rub the hair on the back of his neck

“Uh right!” He shouted just a little too loud as you fell back into the chair, looking up towards him. Peter couldn’t look at you, the red blush on his face barely made out in the computer light as he looked at the screen, almost as if the screen would start talking and tell him what you were doing. “So what are you doing?”

“Online shopping.” You lied biting your tongue and hiding eyes from Peter. You heard him chuckle under his breath, leaning on the desk as he was invited before scrambling to stand back up.

“Right, well I’ll leave you to get back to your... shopping.” He muttered as he started to turn back to the door. He spared a glanced at you before reaching for the door handle.

“Parker.” You called back at him, standing out of your seat to see over the clunky computers. Peter’s eyes shot around to yours. “I’m Y/N.”

Peter let out a breath he didn’t know was caught in his throat before smiling at you. You didn’t know why you said but Peter was trying to be nice to you, the least you could do was be nice back. He nodded his head, looking down to the floor with a dopey grin. “I know. I mean, you are in half my classes.” When Peter glanced back up he was surprised to see you fighting back a laugh as you drew your lip between your teeth. He almost felt proud to see the action before he stopped himself, running a hand through his hair. “I should p-probably get back to class.” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at the door. You didn’t say anything, just watching as he opened the door, shuffling out and sparing one last glance at you.

You felt something talking to Peter, despite never sawing a word to him for years, you felt he would listen.

But as the door closed, separating you and Peter, you once again returning to your guarded self as you took your seat again, getting back to the computer.

The ringing of the bell knocked you out of your work as you closed everything, sighing and turning off the computer. You sat there for a moment, enjoying the silence in the dark before sounds of kids filled the halls. You grabbed your backpack, throwing it over one shoulder before leaving the room, slipping out amongst the sea of kids.

You were almost to your next class before hearing a few snickers coming from the lockers. You slowed down, pushing through some people to see Peter and Flash standing in the middle.

“Come Penis Parker, tell me about your ‘internship’. I mean, you do work with them right? Think you could get Black Widows number for me?” You rolled your eyes as you listened to Flash bully Peter, seeing him turn around and high five one of his buddies. Peter just kept pulling his belongings out of his locker, ignoring Flash. Flash frowned when he saw Peter wasn’t paying attention to him and pressed his hand against Peter’s locker, closing it in his face. You winced are the sound, seeing Peter jump and look at Flash. “I’m talking to you.” Flash said as you groaned. “Just leave him alone Flash.” You said without thinking, regretting it instantly when Flash looked at you, everyone’s eyes following, even Peter’s. You gulped but kept up your stoic expression.

“And what are you going to do about it?” He took a step towards you as you rolled your eyes, moving to turn around and leave, but Flash grabbed your shoulder, stopping you from leaving. “Where do you think you’re going. We’re not done.”

You felt his hand still on your shoulder as you turned around, giving him a forced smile and launching your fist into his nose. The hall gasped before going silent as Flash stumbled back, clutching his now bloody nose.

Neither you or Peter knew what to do. His eyes were wide looking at you and your eyes were narrowed, looking at his friends. “Get her!” Flash yelled through his hand as three guys stepped forwards. You took your backpack, swinging it in the waist of the closest boy before taking off and hearing the pounding feet of two boys following after you. You pushed past people in the halls, hearing a few shouts at you but you didn’t care. You didn’t know how much longer you could run before you rounded yourself into a corner, trying to open the class doors only to find they were locked. You groaned, turning around to see the two boys panting from keeping up with you. “Come on guys, let’s keep it civil here.” They just exchanged glances and smirked making you don a smirk of your own. “No? Okay, then don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The boys started towards you as you put your hands up.

The first boy was easy to take down, one punch to the face and a kick in the crouch and he was squirming on the ground. The boy though was where you got sloppy. You had turned around after sending his friend to the floor, only to get a fist to the eye. You groaned and clutched your eye, feeling it bruise already. You swung your foot up, nailing him in the knee as he fell, a scream coming out of his mouth as you kicked him in his side, watching him fall onto his wrist and grab it.

“What in the world is going on here?!” A strong deep voice asked coming from one of the originally locked classrooms. Your stomach fell as you tried to take off but the teacher grabbed you by the shoulders, keeping you at bay as the boys scrambled off the ground, dashing down the hall without taking a look back in fear of getting caught. The man called after them but didn’t chase them. Instead he turned his sights on you. “You’re in a lot of trouble young lady.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling him give you a slight push down the hall towards the principals office. “Yeah. Story of my life.

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seventeen members as chaotic things that have happened to me

(so basically i got bored and was reminiscing on some memories and i decided to see which svt member would probably go through the same experience as me aka this is a shit post lolz i am so sorry) 

seungcheol - waking up the next morning after prom to the sound of police sirens getting louder and louder outside of your window and you hear a giant crash and skrrt outside and you think you’re dreaming but then you actually look out your window and see four police cars and an ambulance right in front of your house and a guy running from the cops almost runs to your house but gets tackled instead

jeonghan -  attempting to make korean corn dogs at 11 o’clock at night with your friend and turning the settings too high for the oil so it starts burning after you fry your corn dogs and it sets off the fire alarm in your house and wakes your parents up as the fire alarm goes off for a good fifteen minutes and you and your friend try to turn it off but nothing works

joshua -  going on a road trip to LA with your friend and you unknowingly get a hotel in the most dangerous part of california and so you try to find another one but all are book for kcon la, then you open your friends window because its hot and it literally breaks and you cant put it back up at all and just the entire road trip experience that weekend in general theres way too much to that story that i cant fit it all

jun - auditioning to be the janitor in your school’s movie and getting the role and being the undercover detective janitor in the movie and you’re the background character and have barely any screentime and about five minutes of dialogue throughout the entire hour and a half movie  

hoshi - wearing a crab hat to school willingly and everyone asking you if you lost a bet or you were being forced to wear it our it was a spirit day when in reality you chose to wear it yourself because you wanted to show everyone your cool new hat you bought

wonwoo -  getting your palm read by my friend’s drunk distant cousin who secretly works in the FBI on new years eve and he gets progressively more drunk every ten minutes then disappears without a trace the next morning and you never hear of him again

jihoon - yelling at your friends during a sleepover because you were trying to sleep and there were about seven people in the room and they were all being loud and so you yelled at them for a good ten minutes scolding them then your friend immediately put on a lullaby so you can go to sleep and the next morning you left the room for an hour without a word even though it was your house

minghao - hitting the woah in front of seventeen’s tour bus and immediately after, tripping into the road as they were driving by and almost getting hit by their tour bus because you weren’t paying any attention at all

mingyu - backing into your friend’s neighbors fence while going 5 mph and running over their pot because you were scared of driving over their grass because it looked so nice so instead you accidentally broke their fence and popped your tire severely and had to call your dad because its not your car you don’t know how to fix a tire while you panicked in the rain

seokmin - confidently walking into the wrong row at graduation and scrambling out of that row a second later as everything is being live recorded in front of everyone and it plays on the jumbotron and then later have the video over all your friend’s social media and theres an edit with clown music playing in the background of it

seungkwan - stealing over 20 free water bottles at the beginning of a student conference and shoving them all in your bag just because they were free then proceeding to slowly lose them as the day goes on and ending up with only one because you kept giving them out to your friends

vernon - getting a really bad allergy attack in the middle of a picnic with your friends because they wanted to sit in a field of flowers so you lay down with your sunglasses on and everyone thinks you’re asleep but actually your allergies are so bad that you weren’t able to properly breathe or see for a good two hours so your friends had to lead you back to the car since you couldn’t see

chan - having your friend’s car break down after prom in a parking garage so your other friends cousin offers his car but he lives in the other side of the city so you take your first uber to his apartment and its already midnight and he says he parked his car somewhere else so you have to walk there in pain with your heels and your prom dress on in the city on a weekend and see gay male strippers for the first time but when you get half way there he realizes that he forgot his keys at his apartment

[scary-lasagna]

XD ok then. I’m going to warn everyone that my oc’s backstory does mention p3dophillia and r4pe. It also got holes in it lol. So her name is Sephrina Felis, but the public calls her Copycat. She’s 14. Its important to note that this is in a world where the government is so corrupted that it could be called an oligarchy. Some people are also born with powers that also contributes to one part of their personality. For example, Jeff was born with enhanced strength and to match that, — (1/??)

—he’s naturally stubborn. Of course if people get powers, arranged marriages would pop up again to form a powerful bloodline. These are called Power Marriages. This is what Sephrina is a product of. Unfortunately for her, she was born with a mutated power that came from neither of her parents. Her mom did everything in her power to give her the best life. However, she mysteriously died when Sephrina was around 5. Her father is a part of this oligarchy so he gets away with basically— (2/??)

—Sephrina’s dad is also an alcoholic, abusive, perv of an asshole. With his wife finally gone, he now has full control over the entirety of his staff and daughter. He started grooming her until she was around 7. It was always, “a lady should always obey without a word.” and “a lady is always a servant to the men.” and, of course the classic “a lady should be seen, not heard.” Because of this and the constant publicity, her independent personality never had a chance to form. All she knew is—

—that she didn’t like it and had a nagging but weak feeling that it wasn’t right. Her dad made sure nothing of his and the government true nature got out, but there was nothing he could do about the rumors. He became frustrated that he eventually ends up taking it out on Sephrina. Around the age of 8, she was forced to take gymnastics classes. It was one of, if not THE, best thing his dad has done to her. The young co-owner, Lyra Rogers as she later finds out, befriends the little girl. —

— She felt safe, had some kind of food after being starved for days, and most importantly, she eventually found a family. Lyra introduces her to her energetic little brother, Toby. Even though he was four years older than her, they became best of the best of friends. Later that month, Liu Woods came to visit Lyra to work on a school project they had with his little brother being dragged behind him. (

—rushed to the hospital twice that year. Once for the Rogers siblings’ car crash and another for Jeff’s attack. Her already broken heart shatters when Jeff’s heart monitor flattened. (

— In a fit of anger, Sphrina’s dad pinned her and slit her throat. He then killed the family cat that she was very attached to and rand off to bed. The maid was the first to see the corpses. She followed a shadow of a cat down to Sephrina’s head body. Sephrina’s blonde hair and her blood turned black and her tear tracks turned into black blood. The maid calls the police. The news of the murder of a government official’s daughter made the police and the news team arrive faster than usual.—

—With some money and corruption, the blame was removed from her dad to the maid. Well into the investigation and the news story, her body rises to its feet like how a newly turned zombie would get up from the ground. Before the viewers could process what was happening, the now undead Sephrina broke the newscaster’s neck and the camera turned sideways. The viewers were left horrified as all they could hear were screaming and bones breaking. A shadow of a cat with a wide, monstrous smile—

— stared into the camera and the cameras cut to static. As the months go by, priceless items from museums started to disappear, explosions went off, and the black market hit a growth spurt. Copycat got her name from her ability to copy powers for a very short period of time (5-10 minutes) just by watching her victims use it and by touching her victims (

—Her fighting style is like Ty-lee’s from TLA mixed with Catwoman from the DC universe. She would take any excuse to show off her gymnastics skills as she fights as paralyze her enemies. She’s also highly manipulative. She uses her innocent nature as a weapon. She eventually caught the walking lamppost’s attention. He sends the proxies to investigate her and to report back. Sephrina’s first words to Slendy were “Woah. You’re tall…” before Slendy takes her and her cat to the mansion.

— Anon

sorry I ended up confusing myself trying to put these posts together so I just copied and pasted them xd

Bro Sphrina is so gnarly?? Like??? Also I really like this whole Oligarchy and powers thing, it’s really unique and adds a whole lot to the story.

[cloudynames]

Troublemaker

i promised i would be back!! please enjoy this yangyang post <3 also please keep hendery in your thoughts because he hurt his waist by falling :(( let’s thank winwin for taking care of him though!

Word Count: 1,838

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive thoughts

lets get it!!

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Living in a dusty desert with scorching weather all year round was definitely not the top of your desired places to live. The summers were like Hell on Earth with sticky thighs and peeling skin if you didn’t apply enough sunscreen. If you thought the winters were better, it was only a couple of degrees lower and instead you were left wishfully thinking of snowy mountains. However, your wonderful college just so happened to border the desert and because most people didn’t want to work in the sandy wasteland, finding a job within the college town was near impossible. Jobs like dog-walking were available but walking every day in the 100° Fahrenheit for three hours was something you would despise. With how much you go out with your friends or not realizing how expensive rent is, you needed to make money because even with your parents donating funds, it still wasn’t enough.

Thankfully, a Motel 6 opened up barely half an hour away from campus and your parents had blessed you with a car just before you left for college. It was awkward trying to become accustomed how proper and prim you had to act since you were just college kid working at the dingy motel for a couple of extra dollars. Even though it was only a part time job, you’ve learned much about the importance of appearances. Wearing a stuffy black, blazer and a white button down every other day has people glancing at you differently and even letting you have coffee on the house at your favorite cafe. Many people thought you were an important business person but in reality, it was a young adult playing dress up.

Another important value your job has taught you was the importance of not judging the guests that walk in during different times of the day, the exact opposite for yourself. You’ve seen truck drivers, couples, business people, and more walk into the small Motel 6. No matter what state they seem to be in, whether it be exhausted, giddy, or anguished, you always smiled politely and asked, “What kind of room would you like to rent and for how long?” The fewer questions asked, the better night it would be.

Working at the Motel 6 has never made you seriously question the safety of your surroundings but has definitely almost made you press the, ‘Call police,’ button under the receptionist’s desk. You’ve seen someone come in with shovel which made you question their intentions until you realized they were a construction worker. After that brief encounter, you’re not worried about the people who walk in.

Until a cool, May night presents you with a boy with ruffled, messy brown hair and a glimmer in his eyes which can only be described as dangerous. When he walked in, you couldn’t help but stare blankly at him. He stands in front of you, rocking back and forth and whistling mindlessly to some popular tune on the radio.

“How may I help you, sir?” You question, quirking an eyebrow at him. He was dressed in a black sleeveless shirt with dirty combat boots. He played with the leather jacket wrapped around his waist, also while displaying his spiky belt. If trouble had a name, it would be his.

“It’s Yangyang. I want your cheapest room for one night.” His accent rings out in the air and you stare at him quietly. There is only one conclusion you’ve come to: a one night stand.

“May I see some form of identification?”

He slides an international driver’s license onto the granite counter and you carefully examine the card. ‘Liu Yangyang’ is the same age as you and seems to be from Germany. You give his license back after typing in the required information within the computer. Asking minor questions, you notice how his eyes glimmer or how he nervously played with a tuft of his hair. Silently giggling to yourself, you acknowledged how adorable he was. He seemed like trouble but that didn’t mean you couldn’t think the bad boy was attractive.

After handing him a key card, you wished him a pleasant night as he went back out the entrance, probably to hit up the bars and bring someone back with him. That thought doesn’t settle well in your stomach and you find yourself pouting because of fate. You wouldn’t have normally cared but this was the first guy you’ve found cute in a while. Shrugging it off, you dismissed the thought. You were just deprived of any romance with juggling a job and school. All your heart and brain wanted was someone to kick back with and the first guy you thought was attractive walked into the motel lobby meant your heart had to jump at the thought.

Yangyang comes back quicker than expected without an escort. Instead, he carries a guitar case, an amp, and a backpack. Wordlessly, you send a prayer up to God and hope that Yangyang isn’t going to be the spawn of Satan and play his guitar at nearly ten o’clock. He waves you a goodbye as he ascends up the elevator, almost dropping the amp in the process. Shyly, you wave back and turn back to your homework that you’ve hidden under the receptionist desk.

An hour passes by and nobody has called the desk or came into the motel. Internally, you’re grateful but your gut tells you that your night isn’t going to be that uneventful. Just as you were finishing up your calculus work, the painful ringing of the desk phone disturbs your relaxed mind. Taking a deep breath, you pick up the phone and with a cheery voice, you speak, “Hello, this is Motel 6’s receptionist desk. How may I help you?” A gruff voice greets you, “Yeah, hello. There’s this annoying ass kid playing the guitar on my floor and I want him to shut the fuck up or I’ll request a refund!” He nearly screams into the phone, making you move the device away from your ear.

“Yes, I will talk to him immediately. Thank you for notifying the desk.” Without waiting for his response, you slam down the phone. You already know who’s causing trouble.

Liu Yangyang.

As you call one of the other receptionists in the break room to cover for you while you deliver a stern talking to the troublesome guest, you notice the phone ring again.

Bracing yourself mentally, you pick up the phone and are immediately greeted with, “Front desk? Yeah, deal with that kid! I can’t sleep and I have an important business meeting tomorrow. I’ll have this entire motel bulldozed before you can even blink!” And the line ends with a buzz.

The clacking of your shoes on the tiles reflect the beating in your heart as you go up to the floor above to encounter the hot topic of the night. As you stare at room ‘116,’ you feel anxiety build up and you realize you’re hyping yourself over nothing. Shaking all feelings away, you quickly rap your knuckles on the dark wooden door.

Yangyang opens the door soon after, sweat covering his forehead, making his hair stick to his neck and he smiles breathlessly at you.

“Hi, what's up?” He asks casually, holding his guitar in one hand and holding the door open with the other hand. With his whole room on display, you noticed how his room seems to be disheveled with garbage thrown everywhere. Pity fills in your chest for the maids tomorrow but you’ve come here with a mission.

“We’ve received a few calls for noise complaints. Would you care to explain the situation?”

Suddenly, it clicks in his head and he attempts to hide the guitar behind his body. “Uh, nope. No clue. I haven’t heard anything.”

Eyes narrowing, you step closer to him and get a whaff of his intoxicating cologne but it doesn’t stop your task at hand.

“Liar. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Keep making noise and we’ll be more than happy to kick you out.” With that, you whip your body around and start stomping off to the elevators once more. You didn’t fail to catch his whisper afterwards as well, “Woah, that was hot.”

Taking your seat at your desk once more, you fan your hands in front of your cheeks as an attempt to calm yourself down. Playing on your phone served as a good distraction as soon it was twelve and your other coworker has come in to take over your shift. “Hi Johnny,” you greet him, writing down notes of things that have happened throughout the night.

He replies back and before he can talk your ear off, you shove him into the breakroom so he can get settled and take over your shift. Just as he comes out of the breakroom, the phone rings once more, almost mocking you. Dread sets in your stomach and you hope it’s someone calling for an extra pillow. Slowly picking up the phone, you say, “Hello, front desk. How may we help you tonight?”

The same gruff voice from just an hour earlier assaults your ear with profanities and something along the lines of, “That stupid fucking boy is making more noise! I can’t stand it! Listen--”

“Yes sir--” You cut him off before abruptly continuing, “We’ll talk to him once more,” you end the call and sit back in your chair, groaning loudly.

Johnny affectionately pats your head. “Just threaten him and then you can go home.”

Home did sound nice after a night like this. Grumbling and hauling your backpack upstairs irritated you immensely. This time, you weren’t going to be so nice to this boy. You thought he got the message originally but clearly not. He wasn’t going to ruin your night anymore. You had no sleep yet and were looking forward to bingeing a new show since you had no class the next day.

Knocking on the door, you braced yourself for a long, insulting speech about his lack of manners and how he would be a lot cuter if he learned some.

The culprit opens the door and brightly grins.

“Oh good! My plan worked! Now you can talk to me but it looks like you’re reprimanding me so nobody will suspect anything!” With that, he grabs your arm and yanks you into the room. You’ll never admit to him once you’re in the room that you liked the feeling of his warmth on your arm.

What were you saying about a deprived love life again?

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“Liu Yangyang,” you state, licking the vanilla cone he bought you before it begins to drip all over your hand.

“Yes, baby?” He replies, brushing the hair out of your eyes and also taking a lick of his own cone.

“Why were you at the motel that day?”

“Oh, I left my dorm to practice because my roommates were complaining about the noise. The adorable receptionist was a bonus that night.” “You’re so irritating.”

“But you love it.”

[thepineapplejuicer]

Title: Know it all Chapter Five

"Can you find where they are?" Xavier asks as logan drives out of the mansion. I shuffle through traffic cams and display televisions across the city, "I can't find them." Then I remember. I tap into the carnival's security system and sure enough, I see Kurt and Tabetha getting off a ride, her arm in his as he struggles to stay steady. "To the carnival logan." Xavier requests from the back seat. My lip twitches slightly, "They're having fun..."

Suddenly Tabetha drags him out of the carnival, but the audio isn't picking up what she is saying.

I try to stay on them, but once they turn into an ally I can't get any more frames.

Within minutes we arrive at an empty street with dim lights illuminating the storefronts. Charles and I get out of the car to look around. Logan drives down the street to look on ahead as Charles and I look into the alleys. "There!" I whisper, seeing man's shadow leaking out the store's side entrance, glass scattered around the floor. "Wait here," Charles whispers as the wheels into the doorway.

I can hear Tabetha yelling, "You tricked me! You just used us!"

"Nothing personal, Sweetheart, just business. That rope will hold you until the cops come. Keep them busy, would ya? See ya around, freaks."

Thud.

I flinch as the voices stop after something hit the floor. I step forward carefully and press my sweaty palms to my thighs. Shadows come around the corner, huddling into a glob that engulfs the dim light from the building. My blood runs cold and the corner of my lip twitches, pulling my head to peek around the corner. Charles, Tabetha, and Kurt come into the light. " Oh thank goodness." I sigh.

Kurt approaches me on sight, rubbing his reddening wrists with a clenched jaw. "I'm glad you came."

"Me too." I place a hand on his writs, pointlessly hoping to absorb some of the pain for him.

Soon after, the police rush by and take Tabetha's father away in cuffs without question, most likely with Charles's influence. I stand with Kurt as Charles comes to scold him. "Tabetha needed help. She was scared!" Kurt defended. "I understand that Kurt, but you both should have told me what was going on so that I could help."

"We couldn't."

Their argument starts to fade as I look over at Tabetha, holding herself as she watched the police lights disappear.

My sneakers scuff the pavement softly and the wind shoots into my sweater as I come up behind her. I didn't even have to think about what to say, "You aren't your father."

"What?" she cries, turning to me as if I were a figment of her imagination.

"You aren't him. You aren't Charles. You aren't me." I take a step closer and held her hand. At that moment somehow, she knew that I've felt exactly how she is feeling. All the air sucked from your lungs, every crack in your skin aching, every lump in your throat swelling until you forget the memory of breathing.

"You are you and don't let anyone take that away. Your choices, your mistakes, and your discipline are yours. I know you feel like you owe him, like doing what he wants will make him finally happy, but it won't. There will always be one more thing he wants, one more betrayal against your own code. Don't let him have another one."

She squeezes my hand tightly and we walk back to Charles and Kurt. "I'm leaving the Xmen." Tabetha blurts out. We all look at her in shock. "Truth is, I never really felt like I belonged there. Not because of others, but because of myself. I need to find who I am and explore what I am on my own."

"But-" Kurt starts, but is stopped by Charles.

"We understand, Tabetha, and you will always be welcome at the Xmansion."

She gives each of us a personal smile and walks off into the street.

After the long silent passes I cough, "For the record, I did not tell her to quit."

Kurt chuckles and looks back to where the carnival's commotion was.

"Looks like they are still open, Kurt." Charles smiles, "Didn't you have someone you wanted to ask?"

Kurt looked at me smugly, "unfortunately, she dislikes carnivals."

"Woah, I never said those exact words."

"So?..."

"I suppose I could participate in irrational entertainment for one night."

Kurt grabs my hand and looks at me until his cheeks flare up in embarrassment.

"You forgot about the powers thing, huh?" I chuckle.

"Not... at all. Actually," he hooked my arm in his, "I think it is a great night for a walk."

Kurt flips on his image inducer and even though It felt odd at first; like it wasn't really him, I got used to it. We rode dozens of rides, played ridiculous carnival games- to which I was actually good at, even won Kurt a stuffed shark plushie- and we even ate the disgusting food they offered. We talked most of the night, just scratching the surface of our interests, likes and dislikes, funny stories, mimicking each other's accents-to which Kurt is rather good at an English impersonation- Kurt even shared how he joined the Xmen and how he discovered his powers. We spent most of the night at the Carnival until it closed near 11 pm and we decided to walk back to the mansion. Kurt didn't complain, actually he took the opportunity to ask me unique questions about myself; unimportant topics that seemed like they were the world to him; as if the answer hung on his existence. It's funny, all the monitors and hacking in the world couldn't show me who Kurt really was.

He walked me back to the sub-basement laughing at something I had said, to be honest, his laugh alone distracts me. "I had fun tonight." He smiles, his accent thick. He got closer, but I couldn't do it anymore; pretending I was okay with how he looked...

I slowly took off his image inducer and watched as the pale skin faded back to his normal blue. His straight filed teeth return to a vampire-like smile and his dark brown eyes gleam yellow once more. I stood there, taking in all he was. "I thought you hated mutants," he whispers.

I am taken back, "What? I think mutants are the most beautiful things in the world."

"It just seemed like..."

"I don't hate mutants." I assure him, "I hate when they take advantage of themselves. Their powers are a gift, but they shouldn't rely on them on a normal basis. Just as humans shouldn't take advantage of mutants, mutants shouldn't take advantage of each other. Powers shouldn't define a person and Xavier should be teaching the students here real-world interactions, not how to be heroes but to live in a world where you can choose not to be one. Imagine a world where neighbors are neighbors no matter what their DNA is composed of. " I freeze once I realize his eyes looking me over.

"And I'm giving a sermon. I'm sorry"

He smiles wide, "No! I like your ambition. It's inspiring." My cheeks heat up, but I don't look away. He licks his lips slowly, his eyes caressing my entire face. "It's late," he says barely believing it, "You should get some sleep." Even though he is telling me to turn away from him he still hasn't let go of my hips.

He is exceedingly taller than I am so I take advantage and grab the side of his face to bring it towards me, kissing lightly on his jawline.

"Goodnight." He whispers dreamily as I disappear behind the door.

I pucker my lips slightly as the feeling of his fur still lingers and makes me shiver. I think this was the first night I've actually been bold in social interaction. Saying it like that doesn't help, now I feel deprived. My surroundings start to appear and I realize I am alone in my room. The electronics in front of me hum as I make my way to the small room hoping a shower will ease my boiling skin and the thoughts of Kurt.

I walk into the room just next to the monitors and see a twin bed, dresser and small bathroom to the right. Not the king's suite, but it looked sanitary enough. I collect the towels and pajamas I had sent from Sanctuary and begin to run the shower.

PING.

I flip off the knob and lean back through the bathroom door, furrowing my brows at the familiar sound. The bedroom light stops just outside the door and a single monitor switches on like a small bubble in the middle of the darkness. I get up in disbelief and walk barefoot to the monitor, not bothering to turn on the rest of the lights in case my ears deceived me. Upon unlocking the computer I swallow hard, keeping my jaw locked and my hands hovering over the keyboard. A single email sits at the top of my screen. There is no subject and the message is short enough to be read in a preview.

'Let's meet. -Mother'

(chapter six will be posted on Monday, June 24, 2019)

[writeouttaluck]

I started writing this with the intention of entering a contest but i accidentally made it too long. So I'm gonna post it here instead.

(the prompt was to write about an abandoned corner store. this is based off true events but i have changed the names for privacy sake)

As me and Connor walked down the sidewalk in our small town, the heat was practically dripping off our skin from the hot summer day. In the horizon, past the top of the street we were on and over a house in the distance, the sun started to go down.

I could thank god for every sunset and every cool night it brought with it. The summers always seemed so intense nowadays. I rubbed the back of my neck to feel the light sunburn i had been working up. My black Poison t shirt seemed to collect the heat like a big frying pan. The surface of it would probably stay at least semi warm for another hour to come. God damn, it was uncomfortable sometimes.

“Hey, Lanz” Connor addressed me, “Thats the house I was talking about earlier. The one we’re gonna get into today.”

He pointed at a house across the street that looked quite run down. At least, it looked like a house. There was a large porch with fancy cut wooden beams out front, old fashioned decorative beams, I'm sure. Above the porch was a big sign that stretched horizontally to cover the front of the building. The painted on logo was so faded that I could hardly recognize what it was trying to say.. All I could make out was the end of it, which said: “& SONS” in big black and yellow letters. The windows were boarded up and it looked like there was just a big slab of wood being used for a door. If I squinted, i could see the shiny padlock thrown on to keep people out. Paint was chipping off on all sides of the building but I could still tell it was yellow at some point.

Me and Connor both went through our standard procedure for these things. We looked around for people on sidewalks and listened for cars going by. I made a special note of looking into all windows on the block facing the old house, making sure there wasn't any old people or concerned onlookers waiting to call the police on two sketchy kids standing outside.

“I think we’re good at for the moment” I said to him.

“Alright,” He started with all seriousness in his voice, “I'm gonna run across the street, kick the door in, then when I give you the signal, I want you to run across the street and get inside. Got it?”

I nodded my head in response. While Connor was kind of a dumbass at times, He was surprisingly good at doing this stuff without getting caught. He had a plan that he always kept simple, and knew how to keep people calm and in line when the pressure rose. I can't help but think of the few times we ran from cops or house owners.

I stood stock still and pulled out my Ipod, just messing with the touch screen while I waited for Connor to do his thing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him glance to the houses again, Double checking that we weren't being watched.

With newfound confidence, He got down into a runners position. Aimed at the house across the street, He let out a deep breath. With that, he took off.

He sprinted across the street quickly. I watched him run right up to the front door and, using all of his momentum, drove his foot into the center of the door, blowing it right open. With a loud bang, it swung open so fast that the top part broke away from the hinge. Connor clumsily caught the door just short of hitting the floor and propped it up real quick.

I put my Ipod in the back pocket of my jeans and watched Connor stand in the door frame. He peaked out and looked both ways across the street. After checking the coast was clear once more, he waved me over.

I took a quick glance around and was about to zip across the street myself when I heard a car coming up over the hill to my right.

I froze for a second and looked at connor across the street. I motioned frantically for him to shut the door while also trying to point out the car again. He took a glance and saw it before quickly shutting the door. I whipped out my ipod again, trying to make myself look busy out there on the sidewalk by myself.

The car went by and turned at the next intersection. I could hear the door scrape across the wood floor as Connor opened it again. He waved me over.

I ran across the street as fast as I could. Which, really, wasn't all too fast. I could only really run when I was being chased.

I zipped across the road, over the lawn, over the porch, and right inside the building.

As soon as I got in, Connor slammed the door shut once again, propping it so it would stay in place. I took a moment to stop and catch my breath. It was darker in the building for obvious reasons. I stood upon a creaky wood floor that was covered in dirt and dust. Looking up, I saw an old countertop without any trim or glass. It was the only thing in there that even came close to resembling furniture. The floor was littered with a bunch of old square looking cans and a few beer bottles. I took one more deep breath before walking over to one of the cans.

The cans were all rusted and looked pretty rough. I picked up one and flipped it over to see what it was.

KEROSENE

What the hell?

“Woah” Connor spoke beside me, walking over to one of the beams holding up the next level of the building, “Check this out”

The beam he was looking at was charred black. I followed it to see that most of the beams were at least a little charred and floor in the center looked burnt.

“Jesus. It looks like someone tried to burn down the place.” I stated.

“What do you mean?” Connor asked.

I flipped the can around to show him what it said.

“Holy shit!” He exclaimed.

I dropped the can to the floor to investigate the burns. It looked like the fire started mainly in one corner below and spread to particular areas. Considering how open the bottom floor was, I'm surprised the whole place didn't light up. I had never messed with Kerosene so I wasn't sure how effective of a fuel it was to burn a place down, but it seemed like it had a hard time staying lit after the fuel itself was burned away.

From the looks of things now though, all the wood was so dry that this whole place would probably go up in flames if someone happened to drop a lit match. Out of all the abandoned places I've broken into, this one was the most interesting. It felt like something real serious happened here. It really made me wonder what was upstairs…

I looked to the staircase to see that, while it looked flimsily made like it was thrown together in a single afternoon, it also looked untouched by the fire.

Connor made his way to the staircase to try it out.

“I'm gonna check this out first and if it seems safe then we can try to get you up here” Connor said to me.

I nodded and kept looking at the cans. There must have been about 20 of them all spread out. Around the floor. Either this type of fuel was really bad for burning places down or the person who tried just really sucked at being an arsonist.

“Hey...They're safer than they look..” Connor spoke from the stairs.

I walked over and tried to put my weight on one. I weighed at least a hundred pounds more than Connor so I knew this was risky. The stair creaked and warped with my weight on top. Feeling a bit braver than I should, I set my other foot on the one above and pushed myself up a step. It held me so I made my way up the rest of the stairs slowly.

When I got to the top, we reached what was probably once a storage room. I say this because the four walls were outlined with older looking boxes. I’d have to say they were either late 90s or early 2000s but it was kinda hard to tell. Most of the packages were sky blue. Whether they were faded from the sun or not, I couldn't tell. They each had a General Electric logo in the corner.

They were random hardware appliances. There were a lot of globes for overhead lights, boxes of light bulbs, house fan kits, power outlets and covers, and other random items of that sort.

Out of curiosity, I had to know if these boxes were just empty or if there were actual appliances still inside. Walking over to one of the boxes carefully, I crouched down in front of it and gently pulled the top of the box open as not to rip it. Sure enough, sitting right in the box was a glass globe wrapped in bubble wrap with a plastic bag around it.

Why were all these left behind? Was burning down the building an attempt to collect insurance money for the place?

Either way, after Connor had checked a few more, we decided that they were all brand new products still in boxes after all this time. It was strange that these were left here and even stranger that there had been a new padlock on the front door. Something about all of this was shrouded in secrecy and I was oh so curious to figure out why.

Suddenly, I heard a police siren at the end of the street. Me and Connor both looked at each other and froze.

We listened to the police car. The siren got louder and louder indicating it was getting closer. Me and Connor both ducked our backs to the walls away from the window. The blue lights flashed frantically through the glass and illuminated the room. It was a terrifying sight if ive ever seen one. The siren hit its peak volume, almost deafening in my ears and competing with the sound of my heart getting ready to burst from my chest.

The lights passed by the house and the sirens followed down the street away from our location.

Me and Connor both looked at each other and I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. That was fucking close…

…

So after running out of the house, much in the fashion we ran in, Me and Connor walked back to my place and were currently sitting in my room, sipping a soda.

“Ok, so I think someone tried to burn the place down to collect the insurance for it” I started to explain.

“Really? Why do you think that?” Connor asked.

“Well, It's simple, really. I think the owner was probably in too deep over their heads or something. They weren't selling their stock like they hoped and they knew the only way to make it out without getting into debt was to burn it down and collect the insurance money. Because as long as it looks like an accident or that someone else did it, the insurance is there to pay everything off.”

“Well they didn't do a very good job.”

We both laughed at that.

“I wish we had a car or something so we could take that stuff in there. That stuff is still new! It'd be good to have around in case something breaks or needs to be fixed, ya know?” Connor said.

“I hear ya” I replied, “we could also just smash some of it if we get bored.”

We both laughed again and enjoyed the cool night air blowing in through my window.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Choose me, pt. 11 (G.D.)

Summary: Grayson keeps his plans going as Y/N spends a day with Harry. After a simple question, things take a darker turn.

Warnings: angsty fluff, indications of violence, swearing

Word count: 1560

Choose Me - Series Masterlist

The sound of my doorbell woke me up. I tried to ignore it, but whoever it was seemed to be very persistent. Groaning, I got up and opened the door. A very eager looking man with a huge bouquet of wild flowers greeted me and I almost slapped the smile off his face.

„Special delivery for Mr. (Y/L/N)!“

„From who?“ I groggily asked rubbing my eyes.

„The same man who said I should keep ringing until you opened the door!“ He chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

„Fine. Give it.“ I took the flowers and sent the man on his merry way.

I placed the bouquet on my kitchen island and watched how it was carefully put together. The flowers were arranged in rainbow colors, their scent filled the room and I couldn't help but smile. I saw a piece of white paper sticking out and just as I grabbed it, my phone rang.

„Yellow?“ I picked up the phone and got a chuckle in return.

„Can't believe you still pick up the phone like that!“ Grayson teased and I rolled my eyes playfully as my lips curved up in a small smile.

„Deal with it!“ I sassed back.

„Got my gift?“ He questioned and I pursed my lips.

„Should have know it was you. No one else knows I claim rainbows as my favorite color.“ I sighed, trying to untie a small red ribbon off the note.

„Did you read the note?“ Grayson's voice was light, laced with excitement.

„I'm trying to open it now.“ I responded with a small grunt and he laughed.

„It's supposed to be a note that will leave you looking like a beautiful blushing mess.“ Grayson teased and I shook my head lightly as my smile became a little wider.

„So sure of yourself? Are we?“ I leaned in to smell the flowers, enjoying the way it took me back to nature and meadows, relaxing me instantly.

„You know it! I'll see you later (Y/L/N)!“ Grayson hung up before I could respond.

I ripped of the ribbon and unfolded the note as quickly as possible.

„Your beauty is divine, you laugh my favorite sound.

The way you make me feel is simply too profound.

I wish you'd forgive me for being so blind,

But I hope you know I always had you on my mind.

I'm just a clueless teenager,

But you my dear are a fucking force of nature!“

- Yours truly, Grayson xx

Oh my God! He wrote a poem for me? He wrote a poem for me. HE WROTE A POEM FOR ME! How does he keep doing this to me? He's not trying to kill me anymore, this has been my funeral! How the f...How... Oh GOD!

From: Harry

Gonna pick you up in 15.

Shit! I forgot! I ran around and grabbed the first thing I could find to make myself look somewhat decent. I kicked Grayson's clothes under the bed and hid his poem under my pillow. I heard a honk and ran out with a fake smile on my face.

Without a warning Harry pushed his lips on mine, pulling me into his chest a little harshly. I used my hands to give him a gentle push, hoping he'd back off. Thankfully, he got the message and pulled away.

„Something wrong?“ He asked, his face emotionless.

„I kinda just woke up and this is a bit too hot and heavy for me.“ I lied and he nodded.

„I can see I got you all flushed babe! You're so red!“ He pinched my cheek as he grinned proudly. I guess Grayson's poem really did work, I knew I wasn't flustered because of this kiss. Not one bit.

„Yeah! You know I lose my mind when I’m around you!“ I added, egging him on so he wouldn't be so on edge whenever I talked about the guys.

„Just what I like to hear! I'm taking you on an adventure today!“ Harry said as he opened the door for me.

„Where?“ I questioned as curiosity kicked in.

„Remember that fair you talked about?“ I nodded in response.

„I'm taking you there, right now!“ Harry was clearly trying to make up for last night and I clapped my hands in excitement.

The whole day was spent in a very romantic way. We'd go on rides and make out half the time. Harry even won some stuffed animals for me on a few games. He was really good with them, especially with gun related ones.

„Where did you learn to shoot like that?“ I questioned as he interlaced our fingers together.

„You know I've been hunting with my dad since I was like 7.“ Harry admitted and I turned to him in horror.

„You killed innocent little fluff balls?“ I almost whimpered.

„It's fun.“ Harry smiled while I shook my head.

„It doesn't sound fun to me.“ I let go of his hand and went ahead of him.

„Come on! It's not a big deal! They're just animals.“ He tried to take my hand again, but I ripped it out of his grasp.

„It's not fun to kill creatures unless it's essential to your survival!“ I spat and he rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue. I was seeing a different side to Harry and I didn't like it one bit.

„You're either the hunter or the pray! I prefer to hunt over being hunted, babe.“ He replied nonchalantly like it didn't touch him at all.

„Wow...I wanna go. NOW!“ I ordered.

We drove back in silence and I couldn't even look at him. I believe that someone's ability to feel for those who cannot help themselves is a big sign of who that person is inside. Empathy and compassion are important...how you treat those inferior to you IS IMPORTANT. Animals are unable to fend for themselves against a gun and I hated people who thought killing them like that was fun. I considered it to be sociopathic. If it came down to survival and you needed to hunt for food....okay...but for fun? What? Do you enjoy seeing others in pain? You enjoy hurting others? It might sound ridiculous, but I always think about how that animal might be a mom or a dad to a bunch of cubs and how they might be out there looking for food to feed their young ones. I think about how their babies wouldn't understand where their parents left...I think about how they will die alone in the wilderness. So, yeah...I had a problem with hunting for fun.

„Stop here.“ I ordered and he did.

„Why are we stopping here?“ He questioned as he gripped the steering wheel.

„Because I'm going to see my best friends.“ I replied. Their house was a ten minute walk from this street and I couldn’t be around Harry for one more minute.

„Again with those two?! Do you ever hang out with girls?“ He spat and I turned to meet his angry gaze.

„They are my best friends! I love them and I'm going! You can't stop me!“ I walked out of the car, slamming the door behind me. Harry followed my suit and soon he was outside, running after me.

„You're a liar!“ He accused and I spun around on my heel.

„And you're a murderer!“ I shouted without thinking. I covered my mouth in shock as he stomped to me. He grabbed my shoulders roughly, shaking me like I was a leaf in the wind.

„You are in love with him! I know you are! You cheated on me!“ His grip on me grew tighter as my fear skyrocketed.

„I didn't!“ I stammered out and he pushed me back so hard I fell to the ground. The pain of hitting the warm pavement didn’t make me flinch, but the way he was behaving had me trembling in fear.

„THEN WHAT IS THIS!“ He stuck his phone in my face and I held my breath once I realized what he was showing me.

There was a photo of Grayson and I kissing last night and it was plastered all over social media. I didn't know who posted it or why...how they even got the photo, but I suspected it was the same person who took that video.

„I'm sorry.“ I whispered, scared of what he might do. Harry crouched down and put a finger on my chin, lifting it so he could look into my eyes.

„Oh, but I forgive you.“ He said sweetly. „However, if you keep seeing him, you'll find out just how good I am with a gun.“ He whispered and I jumped back in disbelief.

„I don't give a fuck! I'm done with you! Stay away from me or I'll call the police!“ I ran away as fast as I could, not looking back. I got to their house and pounded on the door like crazy.

„Woah, woah.“ Grayson opened the door and I fell into his open arms, sobbing and shaking, clutching to him and his warmth to help ease the cold that had set inside my veins.

„What happened? Y/N? Talk to me?“ He cupped my face and wiped away my tears. I couldn't speak, but my eyes told him everything he needed to know at that moment. I needed him and that's all it took for him to wrap his arms around me.

[msdaydream]

How the east wind has completely blown our minds away

I actually watched the latest episode at work last Monday at the lunch time/late noon break so it was on a small screen, 480p. So I wasn’t that keen on details the first time I saw that episode. THAT’S NOT THE WORST THING THOUGH. I COULDN’T FAN GIRL! I WAS HOLDING ON TO MY GRIP. I COULDN’T SQUEAL!!!!

AFTER THE WHOLE EPISODE THAT MASSIVE PLOT TWIST JUST LEFT US IN SHOCK AS IN SHERLOCK SHOCKED

But left work as soon as the clock hit 6:40pm. I watched it again in a giant ass monitor at home. The impact of that shocking reveal will always be new to me every time I’m gonna see that episode! I watched it 5 times up to the point of writing this.

The last episode of Sherlock, was absolutely thrilling, heart-pounding masterpiece. It has definitely won us over, after that seemingly weak premiere episode (weak to me), The Six Thatchers. Give credit where credit is due. I agreed when a friend said The Lying Detective wouldn’t be so shocking and truly heart stopping if it wasn’t for the pressure built up by the events of the last episode.

[I suggest you stop reading now if you haven’t seen The Lying Detective]

A new villain, Culverton Smith, was introduced in this episode, right along with Mrs. Hudson’s posh red Aston Martin! (gotta love that plot twist).

Lemme break this down frame by frame. So it’s not a mess in my head.

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This episode starts with a gunshot, seems almost similar to the pilot episode where they wanted to give the impression of a broken, traumatized John Watson. He was seeing a therapist because he can’t sleep, he can’t cope. In this scene, we are momentarily taken back to John’s pre-Sherlock life where he was alone. Reverting John into his post-traumatic war stress where in the present, he is still at war with his subconsciousness where he knew he did something awful that didn’t gave him the closure he needed after the fall of his wife.

Then in another short flashback, an odd dark figure of a woman was comforting John in a soft voice then later saying “Are you going to tell her about me?” then he replied with a firm “No. I can’t.”

My reaction: WHAT THE ACTUAL FISH! JOHN WATSON, YOU, YOU DESPICABLE MAN. YOUR WIFE JUST DIED. YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER NAMED AFTER HER. YOU’RE ALREADY SHARING YOUR HOME WITH A WOMAN YOU JUST MET ON THE BUS. MARY SAVED YOUR BURNING ASS IN THAT BONFIRE. SHE LOVES YOU. (My mind just flashed back to that depressing aquarium death scene and her last words).

Assuming it was the girl on the bus which was implied to being John’s mistress as they were exchanging text messages.

But then, the mysterious owner of the voice was revealed, it’s Mary.

Maybe pitched the voice to make it sound like it was ‘E’. That voice doesn’t sound nearly like Amanda Abbington.

Then…

HOW ARE YOU ALIVE? WHO FAKED YOUR DEATH? MOFFAT OR GATISS? (I was clenching my fist like I was holding a pitch fork, giving the impression of how a fake death was overrated and now overly abused on the show. Because Moriarty’s Miss Me posthumous game and The Empty Hearse–been there done that hrmp… A bit about how I was sad for a fake death? And why are you even alive? More importantly, what is the relevance of you being alive?

But then again, after Mary says “It is important. I am dead. You know that don’t you.”

Okay, woah, my dear god. Mary was a manifestation of John’s fixation in his inner consciousness and guilt. Yes, she’s staying dead, pretty much.

Now that John’s stream of thoughts has passed, we go back to the present scene with the therapist, John decides he shouldn’t tell her about him imagining Mary. His therapist then asked about Sherlock. He decides to shrug the subject away because Sherlock wasn’t trying to get in contact with him anyway also noting that “If Sherlock Holmes wants to get in touch, that’s not something you can fail to notice.”

Then suddenly we see a chic red Aston Martin accelerate to a speed of 80kmph. Tires screech. Loud clattering. Police siren wails. Helicopter hovering. Car drifts to a stop in front of the porch.

The frame focuses on the hood of the car as we see the silhouette of the driver emerge. The owner of the silhouette has fuzzy hair wearing a dark colored coat. We know who it is.

Both jumps in surprise because of all the commotion. “Won’t you introduce me?” says the therapist while standing aside the baffled John Watson.

Then cue the opening credits.

Next scene: Culverton Smith as the media depicted him, a businessman and philanthropist. Lingers, the question on why he’s the central villain for this episode which leads to that board room meeting.

Apparently, Culverton Smith has ingeniously hidden his true nature and as what Sherlock said, “That’s the frailty of the genius. It demands an audience.” He claimed he has the need to confess his crimes to the most important people he’s involved with, his so-called best friends, including his daughter Faith.

A band of nurses with TD12 IVs came marching into the meeting room that has everyone bewildered. For a moment there I thought he’d be killing them off one by one like the classic murder mystery “And then there were none". But instead he just wanted them to forget what he was about to say.

He told all the executives that he needed to kill someone. And this has left Faith Smith scarred forever.

Detestable man with detestable teeth. I hate people with ugly teeth. (Sorry I was born into a family of dentists)

Before getting back to that therapy session, we flashback to 3 weeks ago to how Sherlock Holmes stumbled upon Culverton Smith’s case.

Faith Smith, Culverton’s daughter, came to the aid of Sherlock Holmes to help her remember that night, 3 years ago that changed her world. Her whole life turned because of one word, a name, she can’t remember. The only thing that she was certain of that night was her father was a murderer. She’s had enough of dwelling on it for three years.

Sherlock Holmes, in his a messy, high on drugs self, was making deductions like it was as easy as breathing. Couldn’t catch up with his brain as it was awfully fast.

It was funny how the usual hovering text were written in chalk as Sherlock is not entirely firm with his deductions unlike most times when he was sober. He doesn’t entirely understand why he asked about her car, looked over the window, or threw her handbag. Sherlock, being Sherlock, seemed uninterested with her case as he dismisses her by directing her to the police. Faith Smith begged Sherlock by saying “You are my last hope” where Sherlock responded “Go away!”

Finally getting a grip of his realizations, Sherlock catches up to Faith Smith screaming “Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it.” Finally stating all his deductions leading him to think Faith Smith was suicidal. To be blunt, this Faith Smith was a dead ringer for John Watson because of the walking cane and being emotionally unstable. Sherlock knew has to make it up to him without going near him. Maybe saving this girl is just what Sherlock needs to cope with his own emotional state. Mary saved him. To him it was a bargain. Saving another life is a way to repay for the life of a fallen friend.

How do you save someone suicidal?

Chips. Chips? Yes, chips.

I love that part. Like Sherlock’s saying food is life. He basically saved her with food xD.

… and company. He also explained to Faith how he figured out everything he knew about her. That kept her preoccupied.

“Amazing.” she says. Just like how John was fascinated every time he makes a deduction.

“I know”

“I meant the chips.” And that comment made Sherlock smile. He smiled. GUYS THIS IS IMPORTANT! He only smiles to intimidate people.

It’s no surprise for Sherlock Holmes to have kept himself locked up in his flat for weeks after the Mary’s death. It’s just how he is. And for the first time in 2 weeks, he left his flat with a 'FRIEND!’

I thought that was weird. I recall Donovan saying “Sherlock doesn’t have friends” or when Sherlock himself said “I don’t have friends, I’ve just got one” (which is John) in S01E01 and S02E02, respectively.

Somehow this girl is his redemption to finding his own self again.

But it’s something different for Mycroft Holmes. Every time Sherlock Holmes do something as peculiar as cook his own dinner, his staff are right on it. Mycroft put together the government’s most elite surveillance team to track Sherlock Holmes.

Cue the Helicopter.

“Oh, big brother is watching you.” Faith casually says. I was between 'How did she know about Mycroft?’, 'Was the Holmes brothers that public?’ to 'Maybe it was a reference to 1984?’

Sherlock answers “Literally”.

And as if on impulse. Sherlock taunts Mycroft by taking a long walk with Faith.

They talked about a wide range of subjects from her small room, her cooking to her ended love-affair.

By walking to-and-fro, how did Sherlock taunt Mycroft?

By his traceable route with a “F*ck off” note on google maps. Hahahaha that was hilarious.

They spent all evening together which ended on a park bench somewhere. In which Sherlock announces he will take her case because of the impossible thing she said; her life turned on one word, the name of the person her father wanted to kill. He hasn’t figured out that word yet. And he doesn’t work for free.

“Do you take cash?” Faith says. We know Sherlock never worked for something as common as money. What does he want then? A new gun? No. Not a gun.

Her life. He wants her life. Sherlock wanted her to give him the privilege of putting value into her life. Just like what Mary did for him.

He said the most human thing. “Taking your own life. Interesting expression, taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everybody else. Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it.”

It’s a common expression, yes, but hearing Benedict Cumberbatch say it, the way he said it was perfect.

Then we immediately tumble and dive into an anti-gravity, mirror dimension-esque, drug-induced mind palace thought sequence where Sherlock figured out what the word was. “Anyone”, connoting that Culverton Smith is a serial killer who was expertly hiding in plain sight.

Finally going back to present time in the therapist’s house, the person who was driving the Aston Martin was revealed. It was actually Mrs. Hudson. She was scared to death because Sherlock was lashing out with a gun while reciting lines from Henry IV (I googled).

Mrs. Hudson begged John Watson to examine Sherlock and he persistently replied “No” but then if it’s Mrs. Hudson. He was bound say yes but only when he’s in Baker St.

But surprise, surprise. Sherlock Holmes isn’t in Baker St.

He’s in the car. In the boot (or the trunk of the car). A shivering Sherlock was kept in trunk of a car with handcuffs. That scene was priceless.

Sherlock waltzed inside the Therapist’s house and drank from a flower vase while lolly-gagging about how he predicted the future.

Under all the commotion, a phone call to John Watson was made by Culverton Smith, the CEREAL Killer, asking the two of them to meet at a broadcasting center.

(Sidenote: The 'rogue’ poster was a nice touch made me think of Hannibal)

Culverton and Sherlock share a hug in which is gave Sherlock the opportunity to nick his phone.

Cutting to the chase (as this is getting tedious)

Fast forward to the broadcasting studio. It is then revealed that Sherlock’s serial killer accusation has been played by Culverton for a campaign ad. A struck to the gut for the sleuth. He doesn’t like being played.

But he was certain that Smith was indeed a serial killer. Stating later in the hospital, “Ultimately, for full satisfaction, it requires plain sight.”

A foreshadowing to Eurus too, methinks. (more about this later)

We now move on to the mortuary, our villain’s favourite room in the hospital. A mention of H.H. Holmes, the serial killer who created the hotel meant to hide the corpses of his victims. (Also referenced in AHS Hotel and inspiration for James March). Why build a beach to hide one shell, he says.

They had a big conversation on how HH Holmes loved the dead and a reference to the classic Sweeney Todd, the demon barber of Fleet Street. I love those references.

Then the conversation eventually leads to an indirect confession but still denies that he is a serial killer by pointing out how Sherlock Holmes was too high to know what’s real anymore.

Going back to that nicked phone. Sherlock sent and deleted a text to Faith Smith writing: “Faith, I can stand it no longer. I’ve confessed to my crimes. Please forgive me.”

Faith enters the room and to Sherlock’s surprise, it was not the Faith Smith who went to Baker Street. Which made him doubt himself since he was too high.

Tension grows and we fast forward to Sherlock lashing out again and John being questioned by Lestrade. It really good film editing since we approach the present time as a data stream of memories for the main character. Which led to another panic attack when I though Sherlock killed again because John had pointed out the death of Magnussen that which is the most likely conclusion to the recent events. There was so much confusion, I can’t really describe the events entirely and precisely. My heart was pounding and I was feeling like this is the fall of Sherlock. He’ll end up in jail. Culverton was a big, personality, hiding that murder will take a miracle as that 'serial killer’ accusation was made too public to a famous personality. And Sherlock being the prime suspect.

Whether Sherlock had anticipated that the woman is not Faith Smith which ultimately ruins the plan, is a mystery. Maybe lashing out was his backup plan or his maybe a last resort to drive situation into his own advantage.

So what happened after he lashed out? John had enough of deaths and just proceeds to beating the hell out of Sherlock. Probably left him with a broken rib or two. That was so intense. I never imagined John Watson beat him up that bad. He beat him up in S02E01 but that was a compassionate beating (Avoided the nose and teeth), nothing compared to his beating Sherlock now.

I swear I cried when he said “Let him do what he wants. He’s entitled. I killed his wife.”

Can you imagine a worse scenario of when best friends had a falling out? I’m sure you can’t. That was both so physically intense and so emotionally portrayed at the same time. There was hate, there was compassion and I don’t bloody know what’s going on.

John paid Sherlock a visit in his hospital room, carrying an amount of self-loathing over his head. He even brought his old walking cane to give as a parting gift. Surely he recognize that after the events of that day.

Much, much later Culverton already has the media at his tail saying in an interview that he will not press charges, has taken care of Sherlock in his hospital and emphasizing “I might even move him to my favorite room.”

To a normal viewer that might sound lenient, but John Watson knows it’s not.

This guy can give me a week of insomnia just by smiling with those vile teeth. Everything he says sounds sinister. A great villain, you are Mr. Jones.

So that makes you think, “What’s the catch?” Is Sherlock’s Drug abuse had finally taken its toll?

The answer is actually in Sherlock’s flat. John Watson is sent to Baker Street by Mycroft. Mycroft was trying to figure out why Sherlock is fixated on Culverton Smith by doing a top to bottom search in a seemingly typical brotherly aggression. He was clueing for looks to understand Sherlock’s extreme behaviour. He was already swiping and cleaning Sherlock’s kitchen/meth lab.

Mrs. Hudson is, of course, concerned about this uninvited posy of government agents turning the flat upside down looking for evidence to justify why Sherlock has gone rogue. Mrs. Hudson is known to have an unjustified dislike for Mycroft. Naturally, she shuns him and his agents dipping into an argument on how Sherlock’s thought processes work. But it’s not about thinking. He’s more emotional while pointing out: “Unsolved case, shoot the wall! Boom, boom! Unmade breakfast, karate the fridge. Unanswered question… Well, what does he do with anything he can’t answer, John? Every time? He stabs it.”

With which no one really noticed before. This eventually leads to the answer, Mary’s video message. What’s the catch?

So catch is … too much drugs? No. The catch is suicide. Picking a fight with a villain as heinous as Culverton Smith was practically a suicide. That was Sherlock’s plan all along. And that plan was actually in Mary’s full video message for Sherlock. By allowing John to save him through endangering his own life. Sherlock is his own man. He acts cruelly to other people and claims he only ever needed himself. And John can never refuse to help anyone. He is compassionate by nature. Having figured out what Sherlock was planning, John rushes to the hospital. Just in time to save Sherlock from intoxication.

Playing-a-fool-to-catch-a-fool kind of game, before Sherlock was saved by John had managed to extract a confession from Culverton who wasn’t aware of a fourth recording device hidden in John’s old walking stick. This is genius. This is pure genius. Thank you, Steven Moffat.

Of course, after those events, the two talked about Mary’s video message. John finally admits he cheated on Mary. This scene was made more emotional because of Mary’s ghost hovering above John’s head. This is his closure, admitting to himself that he is not as honorable as Mary thinks he is. John breaks down crying after weeks and weeks of keeping up a strong facade. And says, “It’s not okay.” Then leans in to Sherlock for a brotherly embrace.

Please, please, please don’t canon a romantic Johnlock-ship. I had enough in Hannibal with Hannigram. I love that Johnlock was brotherly kind of solidarity rather than a romantic one. Just let the fanfic take over that romantic shipping.

Another surprising thing is … Sherlock’s birthday. How did John that figured out? The Woman texted him. While I was hoping Irene Adler would return at some point, it kinda seems unlikely but she is, one of the most unforgettable characters on the show.

The Epilogue:

John is still meeting with his therapist to cope. But this is where it gets weirder. The therapist opens up about Sherlock’s secret brother which of course surprised John. She only met him once. She then admits to have spent an evening with Sherlock. We know who it was, she was the impersonator of Faith Smith and the girl on the bus.

It is easy to hide your true self. Under a sexy smile. A walking cane. Or as a therapist.

I was thinking, is she a spy? That information about the other sibling could have been easily acquired somewhere. It would only take a greedy member of a cabinet to unlock classified information. Who is she working for? Was she the real Moriarty? It has been done in Elementary before (starring Jonny Lee Miller and Lucy Liu as Sherlock and Watson). In Elementary, Irene Adler is also Jamie Moriarty. So maybe this series might’ve adapted the same thing. (Like maybe Jim Moriarty was just a right hand of this woman).

But she’s not a spy.  A spy woukd most likely hide rather than expertly hide in plain sight. Who is she? The most shocking revelation came, Sherlock’s secret brother is actually his secret sister, Eurus Holmes. And now that has come to light, the episode ends with a gunshot.

————- That was so intense. We were taken aback with a weak season premiere then killed with a nerve wrecking, earth shattering revelation where Eurus not only fooled Sherlock and John. But also us, the audience. This is one of the best episodes on the show ever. And it took years to pull off. That was perfect. I think I can’t find another show that can top up that shocking reveal. That was, I think, a bigger revelation than Darth Vader being the father of Luke Skywalker.

I can’t think of another way to say how much I loved that episode. And if The Final Problem is the last episode then I’m okay. I see the demand of the fans has stretched over the years. And it has been a good run for the show. Most shows who built up such cult like following are likely to end up being bad at the very end. (E.g. The Vampire Diaries, The Walking Dead, and others) And this fanaticism just turns into hate at some point. Also, Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman had become such in-demand actors. I think, continuing with this show is more of a fan service rather than an expression of passion for Moffat and Gatiss.

If they make more, which we are all hoping they will, then thank you very, very much. Just please, please don’t make it shitty and tedious.

My Theories

- Eurus was romantically involved with Moriarty. (He said the relationship ended in a few months after that note was written. So maybe 2-3 years prior to those events. Moriarty died 2-3 years ago in The Riechenbach Fall, so it’s possible. He died, not that the relationship ended). I mean how did Moriarty knew how to play the Holmes boys if he doesn’t have the Holmes girl?–this is when Irene Adler said “He gave me a few tips on how to play the Holmes boys”–Moriarty couldn’t have known such intimate facts about Sherlock and Mycroft.

- Eurus was involved with Culverton Smith e.g. that reference to the killing Queen. (Eurus=The Queen=The Barbie?) Maybe Culverton helped her escape the facility Mycroft was holding her in. And once she got out, something went downhill, she needed Culverton out of the picture thus Eurus sought out Sherlock to take him down for her. Taking Culverton out with the only evidence in her possession, the note. (Miss Me?). Also in the end she says, “He didn’t catch the big one”… meaning her.

Eurus, the east wind.

There’s an obvious similarity with Jim Moriarty. It is, of course, the intelligent disguises they created to fool Sherlock Holmes. Jim Moriarty poses as 'Jim from IT’ in St. Bartholomew as Molly Hooper’s so-called boyfriend and who could forget Richard Brook from the Reichenbach fall. At that time, even I doubted that there was ever a Jim Moriarty!

E, the girl on the bus; Faith Smith, who with Sherlock for an entire evening; and John Watson’s new psychiatrist.

~ E, the girl on the bus

Impressions: While watching T6T, I thought she was a spy of some sort. I thought she was the current wife of that guy with a Japanese ex-girlfriend in that scene where Sherlock made a fake deduction. Yes, the one with the balloon John.

*Depiction: - Eyes with thick mascara for emphasis, possibly to hide her identity. By this time, I think, she’s a spy. I mean who wears a thick line of eyeliners and mascara while riding the public bus. I think it’s gonna be something but then the flower then much much later the number and the texting, which really makes you think she was just a lonely harmless person. The jokes on us, though. - Honest stare, the happy eyes. - Innocent facade, good intentions but out-of-place. - Bubbly, the colorful clothes and red lipstick, possibly to leave a lasting impression. - To me, she looks kinda like Zooey Deschannel/Katy Perry/Emily Blunt, so I curious of her name, so I googled the following: (1) 'Sherlock John Watson mistress actress’; (2) 'imdb e sherlock actress’; and (3) 'the girl on the bus actress sherlock’. With no luck for relevant search results at that time T6T came out. And not one apparent lead to Sian Brook. Cue Sherlock: “Must be something comforting about the number three, people always give up after three.” Maybe because they always say third time’s the charm (or maybe I didn’t look well enough in the imdb page because she has no picture Hahaha.)

After TLD, the creators said that the hardest part in pulling that epic plot twist was keeping Sian Brook under wraps, which was successful, not one article discussed that girl on the bus in T6T.

~ Faith Smith impersonation

Impressions: -  A dead ringer for John Watson. - Frequently shudders, sits uncomfortably - Why was she suicidal for something that happened three years ago. That one word? A person’s name? - Frail and weak because of the walking stick. - Keeping up appearances but that wasn’t a priority. Hair is a mess, lazily combed. - Above all, very convincing. - The first time (in the meeting room), you can’t really pay too much attention to a frail blonde girl under the big shadow of Culverton Smith. No one really has the compulsion to look at a disabled person. And because you know then she was just another supporting character, an instrument with little impact on the development of events. We didn’t bother to look closer into Faith Smith after she went to Baker St. because she appeared exactly as we thought she would appear. There was something eating her. That shocking revelation her father confessed has finally gotten the best of her after dwelling on it for three years. Hence the hopelessness. *Depiction: - My complements to the cinematographer and costume designer for this elegantly done deception. That deception is way beyond words. - The camera always focuses on the sides of her face. Close up shots are brief but brief enough to recognize her expression rather than examine her features.

~ Therapist, identity theft Impressions: Totally, totally deceiving. I thought that epilogue scene was as normal as the last sequence in T6T. Not much to tell, this is a strong identity theft and smart too. Of course, in a therapy it’s always about the patient. What better way to hide?

*Depiction: - The way she sits, relaxed, legs crossed. No way can be associated with Faith Smith or the girl on the bus. - Grey hair - Always has her chin up. - Dresses like a hipster in light baggy clothes.

Well-played, very well-played indeed. I would love to see more of Sian Brooke in the future.

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The Number Three. That was weird. A Hint?

Three years ago (the board meeting) Three weeks ago (Faith Smith in Baker St prior to the main events) Three impacts instead of two (Faith Smith’s footsteps) Three recording devices (Culverton’s confession) Three Holmes siblings Three episodes

… something comforting about the number three? … people stop looking after the number three?

What “Fourth” thing are we anticipating

Fourth episode? Fourth Holmes sibling?

—- We’ll just have to wait for The Final Problem to find out.