#leo be accidentally committing crimes left and right

[astraeajackson]

leo, over the phone: hey, jason, can i borrow like five thousand dollars?

jason: yeah sure, but what for?

leo: *sweats nervously* umm... an-an escape room

jason: w-what kind of escape room costs five thousand dollars???

leo: oh, well, you know...

jason: *raises eyebrow*

leo: *sighs* ...jail

[hoshifighting]

gym rat roommate!seungcheol

— WARNINGS: smut, seungkwan accidentally catch you naked (seungcheol's fault), oral (f. receiving), seungcheol cums untouched, ''begging'', reader tries to be unbothered as seungcheol eats her out, mentions of anabolics jokes and etc. — WC: 3.2k

you never thought sharing a dorm with a leo would be this damn exhausting. when you both got assigned to the same room, you thought it’d be fine—no big deal, just another dude trying to get through college, right? wrong. seungcheol is the textbook definition of a gym rat, spending half his life lifting weights, and the other half driving you insane.

“can you not leave your towel on the bed?” you huff, staring at the damp mess he’s made.

“it’ll dry,” he shrugs, not even bothering to look up from his phone.

“not the point,” you mutter, tossing the towel into the bathroom.

and then there’s the cabinets. oh god, the cabinets. every time he makes his stupid whey protein shake, it’s like he forgets how to close them. it’s a small thing, but it drives you up the wall.

“are you allergic to shutting doors or something?” you ask, eyebrow raised as you gesture at the open cabinets.

“didn’t realize it bothered you so much,” he says, smirking, which only makes you want to strangle him more.

but the stove? that’s where you draw the line. the dude can wash dishes, sure, but he leaves the stove looking like a battlefield, grease splatters and all.

“seriously, seungcheol, you gonna clean that or what?” you snap, pointing at the mess.

“i’ll get to it,” he replies lazily, which means it’s gonna sit there until you can’t take it anymore and do it yourself.

you two bicker like this all the time, the tension simmering just below the surface. it doesn’t help that he’s constantly complaining about your hair everywhere, or the makeup you leave on the sink when you’re rushing out the door.

“do you shed on purpose?” he grumbles, vacuuming for the third time that week.

“do you have to be such a neat freak?” you shoot back, rolling your eyes.

and don’t even get started on the tv. whenever you switch from his boring sports channels to something decent, like a reality show, he acts like you’ve committed a crime.

“i was watching that,” he says, voice low and annoyed.

“yeah, well, this is more interesting,” you retort, settling in for your dose of drama.

the only time you get any peace is when he’s at the gym, and those hours are like heaven. just pure, blissful silence. and for him? the few hours when you’re at your dance classes must be the only moments he’s not silently cursing your existence.

you always wished for a quiet roommate. not that seungcheol was loud—no, he wasn’t a screamer or anything, but his friends? they never left. you couldn't catch a break from the constant parade of guys stomping through your shared dorm like it was their second home. jihoon, one of seungcheol’s quieter friends, was looking for a new roommate at one point, and you almost packed your bags right then and there. the guy was a dream—silent as a ghost and didn’t have a herd of dudes wandering around the place like it was a frat house.

but nope, you were stuck with seungcheol, who never bothered to warn you before letting his friends take over the living room.

and that’s how you ended up in this mess.

seungcheol had left a few minutes ago for the gym, and you were enjoying the peace, taking a long, hot bath. everything was fine until you realized—you forgot your towel. with no one home, you figured it’d be safe to dash to your room and grab it. big mistake.

thinking the coast is clear, you slip out of the bathroom, water dripping off your skin, and make a dash for your room. just as you reach the hallway, freezing your ass off, you hear it—a rustling from the kitchen. before you can even react, seungkwan rounds the corner, a cup in hand, and both of you freeze.

“AHHHHH!”

you both scream like you’ve just seen a ghost, or, you know, each other naked. you bolt for your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

you can hear the guys in the living room getting startled, their conversation cutting off abruptly as seungkwan yells, “don’t come in here! for the love of god, stay put!” you imagine him standing there, one hand clapped over his eyes, traumatized for life—or not lmao.

from the safety of your room, you yell at the top of your lungs, “CHOI SEUNGFUCKING-CHEOL!”

you don’t leave your bedroom until you’re absolutely sure they’ve all left. you can hear them shuffling around, and then, finally, silence. when seungcheol knocks on your door, you yank it open, eyes burning with rage, and immediately start pounding on his chest.

“what the hell did i do?!” he asks, bewildered, as you keep landing blows on him, your fists connecting with his chest repeatedly.

“what the fuck, seungcheol! i’m going to fucking kill you!” you hiss, your voice barely keeping it together.

the boys who are just leaving freeze at the front door, eyes wide, before they scramble to get out, closing the door behind them in a hurry.

“whoa, whoa, what’s going on?” he stammers, trying to catch your wrists, wincing with each hit.

“what’s going on?! you seriously asking me that right now?” you shout, not giving a damn that he’s confused. his clueless expression only makes your blood boil more.

“i wasn’t even here, what are you talking about?” he says, sounding defensive, and it nearly makes you explode.

“you didn’t even fucking bother to tell me your friends were still here! i thought i was alone, seungcheol!” you scream, your voice reaching that pitch where even he starts to look worried. “and now seungkwan’s seen my fucking ass!”

his eyes go wide, shock written all over his face as he stares at you. “wait, what? seungkwan saw you naked?!”

“yes, you idiot!” you practically screech, your face flushing red with embarrassment. “he saw everything, and you’re to blame!”

“alright, alright, calm down,” he says, though his voice is anything but calm. “just… stop screaming for a sec, will you?”

“don’t tell me to calm down!” you snap back, but your hits start to lose their strength. “i can’t believe this is happening. fuck, i’m never gonna live this down.”

“it’s not that bad,” he tries, but you can hear the strain in his voice, as if he’s trying to convince himself as much as you.

“not that bad? not that bad?!” you glare at him, hands on your hips now, chest heaving. “seungkwan saw my naked ass, seungcheol! you have any idea how fucking mortifying that is?”

he bites his lip, and you can see him holding back something—probably a retort, maybe even an apology. but it doesn’t matter, because deep down, a part of him is seething for a different reason altogether.

“you’re not getting off that easy. i swear, if this ever happens again, you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life. i don’t care if i have to tattoo a schedule on your forehead, you’re gonna tell me when your damn friends are over!” you snarl, storming back into your room and slamming the door shut, leaving seungcheol standing there, more than a little terrified.

your luck was that seungkwan kept his mouth shut and didn’t tell anyone. he even apologized to you, which, honestly, wasn’t necessary since it wasn’t his fault to begin with. when he showed up at your door, looking sheepish, you waved off his apologies.

“it wasn’t your fault, seungkwan,” you say, sighing. “i don’t even know why you’re apologizing.”

“i know why,” seungkwan mutters, and you catch the way his eyes flicker toward seungcheol, who’s hovering behind him, looking a bit too innocent.

“he made you do this, didn’t he?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at seungcheol.

“are you really gonna scold me in front of my friend?” seungcheol whines, crossing his arms.

“it was your fault,” you and seungkwan say in unison, causing seungcheol to groan dramatically, dragging a hand down his face.

the next few days, you’re still so mad—the embarrassment has lightened, but the irritation lingers. you ignore seungcheol’s existence entirely, which seems to throw him off more than your usual bickering. but the result? the boy falls right into line. cabinets? closed. towels? hung up neatly. the stove? spotless, along with the dishes. it’s like he’s scared to mess up again.

he even starts working out at home, right in the middle of the living room, just so there’s no risk of his friends dropping by when he’s not there. every time you walk by and give him a dismissive huff, he sulks, pouting like a kicked puppy.

“you’re really not gonna talk to me?” he asks one day, mid-push-up, his voice a little too whiny for someone who usually acts so tough.

you don’t even bother to respond, just let out another huff and keep walking.

“come on, y/n, i’m sorry! what do i have to do, beg?” he calls after you, his tone half-joking, half-desperate.

you pause, glancing back at him, his big eyes pleading with you. you almost crack but manage to keep your composure.

you huff, slumping onto the couch, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv. seungcheol scoffs as he watches you, getting up from his spot and kneeling in front of you. you ignore him, your eyes glued to the screen, but you can feel his presence, and it’s hard not to notice how ridiculous he looks, sarcastically begging for forgiveness.

“y/n, come on, forgive me, pleeease,” he drawls out dramatically, hands clasped together like he’s praying, his voice dripping with mockery.

you finally tear your gaze away from the tv, raising an eyebrow at him. “go drink your protein shake, cheol,” you say, your tone dismissive.

he rolls his eyes, placing his hands on your knees, and there’s something in his touch that makes you pause. “okay, okay, for real now. can you please forgive me?”

your eyes drift down to his hands, warm and firm on your kneecaps. he notices the way you’re staring and moves his hands to rest on his thighs, waiting for your response. you stay quiet, taking in the sight of him kneeling in front of you, looking almost vulnerable.

when he thinks you’re going to ignore him again, you finally speak up, your tone dripping with mockery. “do you really want my forgiveness, cheol?”

he hums in frustration, rolling his eyes again, as if he’s bracing himself for another sarcastic remark.

you let a small smirk play on your lips. “then why don’t you make the most of being on your knees, and put that mouth to better use?”

his eyes widen in shock, your unbothered expression leaving him stunned. you can see the gears turning in his head, but before he can even respond, you slowly spread your legs in front of him, your attention casually returning to the tv.

seungcheol nearly freezes on the spot, almost losing his balance as he processes what you just said. but the sight of you, open and inviting, has him swallowing hard, his throat bobbing as he struggles to maintain composure.

he doesn’t know where to start, caught between the shock of your command and the thrill that’s been building up inside him for ages. he hesitates for a moment, then reaches under your dress, his fingers grazing the edge of your panties—the ones he’s already had a peek at earlier. you keep your eyes glued to the tv, acting like you didn’t just ask him to do what he’s been fantasizing about for far too long.

seungcheol’s never been one for preliminaries; that’s just not his style. so instead of teasing, he pushes your dress up, exposing more of your thighs, and hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, tugging them down. his breath catches when he realizes you weren’t prepared for this—you’re not wearing the usual lacy things he often sees in the laundry, and you’re not wet—yet.

his hands are firm under your legs as he spreads them wider, leaning in closer. the anticipation coils in his gut as he spits on your pussy, watching the wetness slowly glide over your folds. you squirm just a little, the sudden sensation making you shift, but your eyes stay focused on the tv, pretending this isn’t affecting you.

the sight of you like this—so casual, so indifferent—only makes seungcheol more determined. he dips his head down, his tongue dragging a slow, deliberate line along your slit, tasting the mix of his spit and your skin. the thought that seungkwan got to see you naked before he did burns in the back of his mind, fueling his movements.

he starts off slow, almost gentle, but the more you keep ignoring him, the harder he goes. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking it hard enough to make you gasp, though you try to keep it quiet. he can feel your resolve slipping as he works his mouth on you, each stroke of his tongue more focused, more intense.

seungcheol’s goal is clear: make you forget about whatever the hell you’re watching on tv and finally give him the attention he craves. he wants to see you fall apart because of him, to know that he’s the one getting you off like this.

he moves one of his hands to your thigh, squeezing it as he bobs his head, sucking your clit harder with each motion. finally, you can’t take it anymore. your head tilts down, and you meet his gaze—his big, dark eyes looking up at you so fucking needy. the sight of him, lips slick with your arousal, head moving rhythmically between your legs, makes your jaw fall slack.

your hand instinctively reaches for his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as you grip him tighter, urging him on. seungcheol hums against your clit, the vibrations making you moan, your focus entirely on him now. the tv is forgotten, the show nothing more than background noise as you finally give him what he’s been aching for—your full, undivided attention.

his tongue flicks over your clit—fast, almost unbelievably so—and your body reacts instantly. your back arches off the couch, toes curling, and your grip on the remote tightens. you squeeze it so hard that buttons are pressed at random, the tv screen flashing through channels, the volume going mute, settings changing. but none of that matters anymore. the only thing you can focus on is the way seungcheol’s tongue works against you, driving you absolutely insane.

he grabs your hips, holding you down because you’re squirming too much, trying to grind against his face despite the overwhelming sensation. every time you move, he digs his fingers into your skin, a low groan vibrating against your pussy. your breath comes out in shaky moans, and even though you can barely string words together, you start talking dirty to him anyway.

“f-fuck, seungcheol—y-you're so fucking good at this, fuck—”

your words are laced with moans, stuttering as you try to form sentences. “y-your tongue... oh my god, i hate you—i fucking hate you,” you gasp, but the way you’re grinding into his face tells him otherwise. “i s-swear, you're gonna make me cum s-so fast, you asshole.”

the filthy words spilling from your mouth only fuel him more. he’s close to losing it, just from the sound of you, from the way you’re cursing him out between moans. his tongue flicks faster, relentless, and he watches the way you react, loving the way your body shakes under his control.

“y-yeah, just like that, don't stop—oh, fuck,” you manage to gasp out, your voice rising as he pushes you closer to the edge. he’s so turned on it’s almost embarrassing, the way you’re unraveling beneath him making him throb painfully in his pants. your filthy and breathless talk, your taste and the way youre wetting his tongue more and more, makes him feel like he could cum right there, just from the way you moan his name.

he’s obsessed with the way you’re falling apart, and when you start tugging at his hair harder, he knows he’s got you right where he wants. your head falls back, the tv now nothing but a silent, blurry background, and all you can focus on is the feeling of his tongue, his mouth, the way he’s devouring you like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted.

“god, fuck—cheol, i’m so fucking close,” you moan, your body trembling as you teeter on the edge. he flicks his tongue faster, sucking hard on your clit, desperate to make you cum, desperate to feel the way you’ll fall apart completely because of him.

seungcheol’s hips grind against the corner of the sofa, desperately seeking some kind of friction. when he feels your breath catch, your voice going silent, he risks a glance up and sees you—your mouth open, almost like you’re ready to take him in, and your hand gripping his hair with an iron grip, showing no mercy. the way you’re spasming on his tongue, the tension in your body, it all pushes him closer to the edge.

he lets out a long, whiny moan against you, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and then he can’t help it—his mouth slips from your clit, leaving it throbbing and aching, as his hand rushes down to grab his cock. he presses his thumb against his slit through his sweatpants, feeling the dampness already soaking through. he’s so turned on it’s almost painful, his hips bucking against his hand as he lets out a moan into the soft skin of your thigh.

“fuck, seungcheol,” you pant, spreading your legs wider, acting like you’re not just as turned on by the sight of him falling apart in front of you. “you really came that fast? i didn’t think the gym rat would be such a quick shot,” you tease, your voice dripping with mockery. “what, the anabolics making you weak or something?”

his eyes snap up, and he shoots you a glare, knowing damn well he doesn’t use that shit. “shut the fuck up,” he mutters, trying to sound pissed, but the effect is ruined by the way his voice shakes.

you smirk, your gaze mocking as you look down at him. “then stop whining and get back to work,” you command, your tone sharp. “or do i need to find someone else who can actually handle me?”

seungcheol’s jaw clenches, eyes stabbing you as he leans in again. he bites down lightly on one of your folds, making you jolt and laugh, the sound quickly turning into a moan as he resumes his task.

“that’s more like it,” you say, voice breathy, threading your fingers through his hair again, a satisfied smile on your lips as he starts flicking his tongue over your clit once more.

he grins against you, feeling the vibrations of your moan as you finally let go, focusing entirely on the pleasure he’s giving you. it’s a game for him now, teasing you just as much as you’re teasing him, determined to make you lose control all over again. the sound of your laughter + your moans is the only thing he needs, spurring him on as he buries his face between your legs, eager to make you come undone for him, and only him.

[secreterces5]

🦋 Hi, I'm Charlie! This is my art blog! I also have a main (secreterces-charlie), a turtle blog (teenagemutantninjatrauma) and a somewhat DST oriented blog that is more like a second main (charlie-charlie-yes-i-am-here).

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🌹 2k3 separated AU - a TMNT 2003 Separated AU! Mikey is a Timestress, Leo is a Foot Ninja, and Donnie is missing entirely. Raph, after growing up with only his dad, decides to try and find his brothers!

🌹 Revolution Radio AU - a fic I'm writing on AO3! The 2003 ninja turtles start a radio broadcast!

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🌹 Spilled Beans AU - A Don't Starve AU where Maxwell tells Charlie everything. They are doomed, either way.

🌹 Stolen Blessing AU - Philza Minecraft is an angel committing crimes. It doesn't work out great for him.

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🌹 UDOA AU - Unwanted, Dead or Alive! A Fast Forward AU in which somehow, Leo is the only ninja turtle left standing as his family goes missing and their disappearance is pinned on him. With the help from the Dark Turtles, he now has to clear his name and find his family, all the while looking for the true culprit behind this and bonding with his kind-of-sort-of brothers.

🌹 Old Man Mikey AU - The year is 2275, and you have just graduated under your master with the title of chūnin. "Who will be my new master, though, sensei?" you inquire, unable to contain your curiosity. Your sensei names a person that you frankly didn't even think was real. "The Ancient One, of course." (Or, Mikey became the Ancient One long after Fast Forward.)

[rauthschild]

Many people coming out of the miasma created by private for-profit corporations operating "as" governments are completely disoriented.

For example, most of us expect police officers to protect us, and we'd be wrong.

That is not the job of police officers. They are not here to protect the General Public. This has been firmly admitted and established in multiple court rulings.

Law Enforcement Officers, LEOs, are private security personnel; they are here to protect the corporations they work for from loss and liability, and to enforce statutory requirements on the corporation's actual personnel and actual dependents.

Sometimes they have a problem identifying the corporation's personnel, accidentally-on-purpose, and they wind up addressing the rest of us, instead.

It's not their fault. The system is set up that way.

The arrests they make of non-statutory, non-citizens pad their revenues, which is pure cream and gravy for the corporations that hire them.

Last time we looked, the courts were charging $25,000 per misdemeanor and $1M per felony charge against the public trusts, regardless of the outcome of the case. All they have to do is assign a docket number and rubber stamp a decision.

You can see why these police officers are keen to make arrests and bring charges and why their bosses in the court system encourage this and love them for it.

The LEOs themselves know no better and are not taught any better. Why?

Because the only way to make a moral man commit immoral acts is to mislead him into thinking that he is doing the right thing.

Most LEOs don't realize that: (1) they are working in a private capacity and (2) the corporations they work for only appear to have public authorities and functions, because those same corporations are operating under color of law as franchises of Federal Subcontractors.

Most LEOs don't realize that (3) the State of State statutes and other codes and regulations they enforce are not "Law" and over 90% of the time, those statutes, codes, and regulations don't apply to members of the Autochthonous General Public at all.

Just as the General Public is not protected by police officers, they shouldn't be addressed by police officers, but they are.

LEOs also don't realize that (4) their incorporated employers have left them without access to public bonding or insurance, so that they are 100% commercially and personally liable for their actions on the job and may be charged under 18 USC 241 and 18 USC 242.

On top of everything else that is challenging about their employment, if they, for example, violate Article IV of the Constitution of the United States, and issue a bill of attainder against someone who actually is owed the protections of the Constitution, they can not only lose their job, they can lose their personal property and face jail time for it.

Of course, they don't find out about this until it actually happens and they are left like orphans on a street corner.

The foreign corporations that use them to do the dirty work have no motive to properly educate these men and women; quite the opposite. The more daring these LEO's are in their attacks on the General Public, the more money the court system drags in.

This is known as "privateering" or "racketeering" and it involves extortion of time or money or both, from people who don't owe either, usually under conditions of fraud.

Racketeering can occur in any jurisdiction, while privateering is the same basic crime carried out in international jurisdiction with a license from a government to "legalize" it.

Increasingly, people are becoming aware of the abuse of licenses and are refusing to obtain licenses to do things that they don't actually do --- like driving motor vehicles.

A license is permission to do something that is otherwise illegal.

It is not illegal nor is it unlawful for an American to get in his car and drive down to the local grocery store to buy a pound of butter.

His right to travel on the public roads by any means of conveyance is inviolable, so long as he doesn't actually harm anyone else or harm anyone else's property.

Broken tail-lights, illegal U turns, and five miles over the speed limit doesn't enter into it, until or unless such a non-citizen causes actual damage; it's arguable that a "clear and present danger" may be grounds for pre-emptive arrest --- obvious weaving all over the road, 100 mph in a 20 mph zone, etc., ---

but not the paltry routine traffic stops that we've become heir to.

We recently attended a court session where over a dozen people were convicted of "speeding" one to five miles over the speed limit; even the judge was offended, despite pocketing $350,000 plus fines in a single afternoon of gavel-waving.

The problem is that all these people are being convicted under the False Presumption that they are voluntarily participating in interstate commerce and that they are voluntarily "driving" a "registered motor vehicle" -- when in fact they have been misinformed and coerced to misidentify themselves as "drivers" and also coerced to register their private motorcars as "commercial motor vehicles", too.

In the 1950s a big push was made to register every private car in America, whether or not it was engaged in any commercial activity at all.

This was done so that the State of State corporate franchises could claim an ownership interest in all these private cars and use them as collateral for their spending. It had nothing to do with what the actual owners used the car for, whether they were engaged in any commercial use of the car or not.

Realizing that the actual laws pertaining to drivers and driving and the use of the public roads for private commercial gain were being illegally imposed on people who by definition were not drivers and on cars that by definition were not motor vehicles, the perpetrators of these new registration requirements had to provide remedy.

Attached to the Federal Highway Safety Act of 1956, the Federal Reserve Board of Governors (the beneficiaries of all the purloined private car collateral) imposed "Regulation Z", that provides for the identification of private cars and issuance of private license plates, to identify those cars that aren't actually involved in any commercial activity, but whose owners were coerced to register them as commercial motor vehicles anyway.

A Regulation Z license plate posts notice to the LEOs that they are not dealing with a commercial motor vehicle, nor can they presume that the operator is functioning as a "driver" -- as in the operator of a motor vehicle engaged in interstate commerce.

Different rules apply.

Over the years demand for Regulation Z plates declined as ignorance of the issues grew, and many states stopped producing them; in other states more sensitive to the legalization issues, Regulation Z plates or tags remained available, but people had to ask for them and pay a bit extra for them.

No effort was made to educate the LEOs nor the Public about these issues, but some people read the Motor Vehicle Code and realized that their car was improperly registered--- and that they, themselves, were responsible for creating a falsified public record, indicating that their car was being used for commercial purposes, when it wasn't.

For many people, this causes reasonable concerns about the legality of lying and creating such a false document.

Other people did more research and discovered that "registration" gives away an ownership interest, if not the entire ownership, of whatever is being registered. So this same legislation demanded that Americans give up an ownership interest in their private property to the State-of-State -- a form of white collar racketeering.

Still more research revealed that "drivers" are persons engaged in commercial enterprise deriving private gain from the use of public roads -- like taxi drivers and courier services. Not Dad going back and forth to his job at Nathan's Meat Market.

Eventually the trail led to the involuntary (and falsified) registration of private cars in the 1950's, and to Regulation Z, the remedy for what would otherwise be an inequitable and illegal attachment of private property assets for public use and misrepresentation of a licensed occupation.

Those of us who have Driver Licenses and who aren't actually involved in commerce, are, in effect, impersonating a licensed professional-- which is a crime in itself, like impersonating a police officer.

Yet here we have institutions "acting as" government entities, and police officers hired by these private corporations, suborning us to obtain Driver Licenses.

While we all have an interest in making sure that people know how to move about safely on the public roads, licensing them as "Drivers" when they are not remotely engaged in commercial activity, is a form of self-incrimination fraud that they are being coerced to commit against themselves.

By analogy, we wouldn't apply for a license to hunt deer if we had no intention nor desire to hunt deer.

Why would we be forced to apply for a license to "drive a motor vehicle" for purposes of private commercial gain, when we have no intention, reason, or desire to participate in any such activity?

We wouldn't, except that any car appearing without license plates is immediately stopped and the operator is coerced, questioned like a criminal, and arrested.

The issues that required the establishment of Regulation Z are just as potent today as ever; without Regulation Z, the imposition of registration on private cars is still illegal, and the States-of-States must provide private plates or tags in compliance with Regulation Z in order to legalize their automobile registration statutes.

In several states, Missouri among them, private plates have not been available for some years and bureaucrats have forgotten that they ever existed -- much less the reason why.

As a result, people in these states who resist the idea of creating false documents concerning their use of their private automobiles, and more false documents concerning their own activities, have been forced to object to the courts.

The courts in turn throw it back on the politicians instead of researching the issues for themselves; these Conviction Mills read the statute and fling the gavel, never questioning the basic legality of the statute itself.

Meantime, the people, who should never be arrested or even addressed about the peaceable exercise of their most basic rights, are functionally denied remedy that must be provided to legalize the imposition of forced registration of private automobiles in the first place.

Similarly, we would not apply for licenses as Medical Doctors if we had no desire to be physicians, and if we falsified our application so as to obtain a medical license under False Pretenses, we would expect to be arrested for impersonating a licensed professional.

The same exact rationale applies to applying for a Driver License with no desire or expectation of participating in commerce. This leaves a majority of Americans unwittingly impersonating a licensed professional -- a Driver engaged in commercial intercourse of some kind.

There is no known remedy for this improper demand that people falsely license themselves as "Drivers" and incur the resulting Legal Presumptions, but there certainly should be, for otherwise those making the demand are engaged in suborning criminal activity -- literally coercing the ignorant applicants to commit a crime against the public and against themselves: impersonation of a licensed professional, when they are not engaged in nor aware of the profession and cannot evaluate the undisclosed licensing contract.

As a result of all these improper demands and their improper administration of remedy, the law enforcement community and the courts and the State-of-State Legislatures are under increasing demand to correct their operations, properly train their personnel, comply with the Federally mandated remedies, and exonerate Americans who have objected to the current circumstance.

This includes but is not limited to those convicted of petty traffic infractions, speeding that did not result in explicit endangerment, non-registration of private cars and trucks in the absence of remedy, and driver licensing.

The demand that a member of the General Public obtain a Driver License when they are not knowingly and voluntarily engaged in commercial activity is itself suborning a crime: it requires fraud, self-incrimination, and creation of falsified documents.

The demand that a member of the General Public completes a Registration of their private automobile

as a motor vehicle engaged in commerce is similarly a crime resulting in falsified documents and the coerced transfer of ownership interest in private property. It also subjects the victim to foreign statutory laws and municipal codes for no good reason.

In order to legalize any of this activity, the remedies provided by Regulation Z must be made readily available and private plates or tags must be produced and made available by the State-of-State organizations requiring the registration of private automobiles.

Making the lives of the victims "difficult" via repeated illegal and unlawful arrests for non-registration or non-licensure, in the face of failure to provide remedy for these impositions, is criminal.

Failure to provide remedy results in re-criminalization of the affected statutes, and liability for the State-of-State and County organizations responsible.

We could wish that this common example was the only example of abuse of licensing and abuse of registration and failure to comply with remedy provisions, but it's not.

This common and unremediated abuse is symptomatic of the criminal misadministration that this country and its natural populace has suffered.

Lack of awareness and education has meant that the abuses have continued unabated, until now.

The State Assemblies of properly declared, provenanced, recorded, and published Americans are preparing new Public Laws for enforcement, requiring the application of the known remedies and providing for alternatives, including State Credentials, that will serve as proper identification of Americans living in each State of the Union going forward.

The foreign British Territorial State-of-State and corresponding Municipal organizations are culpable for these offenses and omissions and unremediated impositions upon Americans and American property assets in every State of the Union.

Providing Regulation Z exemptions and Z Registration plates or tags is not discretionary; likewise, the State-of-State organizations cannot continue to demand Driver Licensing without providing and advertising Traveler IDs, instead, for those who are not engaged in commercial activities.

Sincerely,

The United States of North America, in the Family of Nations, Law of Nations

[boidmc]

Random headcanons for the Rise gang pt. 2 because I do what I want (pt 1)

Raph has a thing for stuffed animals but one of the reasons he really enjoys them is because of their soft texture. He likes holding them and petting them because it feels good and relaxes him. He also rates his stuffed animals based on how soft they are.

To base this off of living with a dancer in the family, Mikey ends up lounging around the lair almost always stretching out his legs while on his phone or doing art or what have you. And, yes, he can totally do the splits and Leo has walked in on him doing just that while scrolling on his phone.

Speaking of being on their phones, the boys have totally been on TikTok before and constantly get sounds stuck in their heads. They've all taken to annoying each other by repeating sounds knowing that the other brothers will join in their misery of having it constantly on repeat in their heads. Leo is the most guilty of this and is always circulating different sounds in his head and saying them out loud.

Donnie has a ton of different music playlists that are all labeled super specifically for different moods and situations he's in. To name a few, he has one for dramatic entrances, one for dramatic exits, one for when he wakes up before 6 am, one for when he has the undeniable urge to commit a war crime (not actually...it's just the name of the playlist he swears). He also has a couple based off of people in his life but he won't tell them that (besides the "When Nardo is being annoying" one that is).

April has this small light-up Christmas tree in her room that they all found one year at a store. She keeps it in her room year round since it has cool ornaments from everyone. Raph gave her a tiny teddy bear ornament, Mikey spraypainted a cool neon bulb, Leo found a turtle keychain and fixed it to be an ornament, and Donnie's was shaped like a boombox and had a tiny button that plays carols. For her 18th birthday (sometime before the movie), Splinter gave her a gift of a handcrafted Hamato Clan symbol she could put on the tree. It's at the very top, right where a star would be.

Also, speaking of Christmas, I think when they were all told at some point about Santa Claus when they were younger, they all ended up staying up for him for different reasons. Mikey because he had the young childlike wonder, Leo wanted to judge the different presents he might bring, Donnie didn't believe and wanted evidence of being right, and Raph didn't really believe either but wanted to make sure no one ended up doing anything rash. They thought they caught Santa once but it ended up being Splinter in the middle of the night eating the cookies.

Okay, so we know that Raph can fit his whole fist in his mouth, right? How he was able to find out he could even do that was when he was young and just messing around. He put his fist in his hand and was so excited and was going to show everyone...until something startled him and he accidentally bit down on his hand. Splinter had a heart attack when he heard Raph crying but just reminded his son to be careful cuz his jaw strength could hurt even him.

Mikey has tried to learn yo-yo tricks in the past and has gotten somewhat decent at them. Though a lot of the time he accidentally kept hitting himself in the forehead when trying to do extreme tricks. He bruised a couple of times from that.

Both Leo and Donnie can easily skateboard both ways (goofy and regular). However, Donnie leans towards skating the regular (pushing with right foot) way while Leo tends to ride more goofy (pushing with left foot).

[rozestears]

CRACKING MY KNUCKLES TO PREP THIS UP all thats been on my mind lately is wataru and leo and like thats all. and im sad. on the wataru part. leo is good. and i must stop making wataru requests this will be the 5th one i have a problem. ANYWAYS!

i was very hyped to see more yan content..... AND lately ive been thinking about this scenario with a gn reader and yan wataru who has been crushing hardly on wataru but is also extremely ...dumb (?) and cant realize he has very extremely strong feelings towards them as well despite all his remarks and all his eccentric ways of showing his emotions towards the reader. they're also kind of too dumbfounded to realize maybe his actions are sort of not good most of the time. but theyre just so in love with him yknow! you can also do this scenario with leo if you also will be nice enough to save me from my actual horrible wataru rot im not even kidding. maybe i would prefer it with leo but i already typed all of this out. help. and i think leo would be more interesting to write as a yandere if you would go w him for this idea. he also wouldnt really think much of his actions i guess、rather just... he thinks its normal?? and arashis just there like ohhh youre so whipped leo san ^^ no girl hes ready to commit several murder crimes. okay ill stop talking THANK YOU IN ADVANCE IF YOULL DO THIS AND HOPE ITS NOT TOO HARD TO FOLLOW 🙏🙏🙏

TAINTED ROSES OF MY LOVE.

—SUMMARY; Why can't you just see it, are you blind?! It's right infront of you, you love them! Now if you don't realize that, you can cause great destruction of both your worlds. But you wouldn't care if it were to only affect you, now wouldn't you? Because you love them too much to even bother.

—CONTENT WARNINGS; Manipulation (say your prayers)

Hibiki Wataru x Gn!Reader . 784 Words

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. BY CLICKING ON KEEP READING YOU ARE AGREEING TO ANY POSSIBLE DARK CONTENT.

Wataru skips through the halls of the ES building holding a lovely red rose in his hand, thinking of giving it to the one he "loves", or rather, you! He thinks you're the most amazing person to ever exist! He adores you, he needs you so much! But, he keeps telling himself you might not accept the gifts he gives you, if they keep coming, but it's okay.

He makes his way into your room and once he burst through the door, he sent doves flying out and rose petals fell gracefully everywhere. Wataru has one of his favorite masks on, and he took that off before walking over to you and giving you a little kiss on the cheek. "Here you go! Lovely isn't it? I grew this rose along with it's bush by myself, so practically I put my blood, sweat and tears into it!"

He said with a blush on his face, you accepted the rose and put it in your hair. Not knowing he actually did put all of that and all his effort for this gift. But how? Well, earlier when the roses haven't bloomed yet and it was much of just a shrub before, Wataru saw you over with a note, assumingly a love letter. It had many hearts on it, and when you left it alone he read it and it was.

He admits you were absolutely gorgeous, but you were only his. He saw that person near the roses he was currently growing back then, and he fought him. Even maybe accidentally sending him to the hospital. Wataru didn't mean to do that you know, but it was the other person's fault. They should've known not to do that, besides Wataru was always with you and held your hand aswell.

He really loves being with you! But he just can't see how much he does love you, he cares about your well-being more than his own, he would break his ribs if he had to just see you be at your happiest! And he snapped back to reality to walk outside, with you! He opened the door gently for you and you smiled at him, which made his heart melt! He feels so overjoyed with you.

You were going to a little meeting with a few new staff, and Wataru thinks you might like them more than him; why? Because you'll get to see them more than him. After that meeting, a few hours have passed and he didn't get anything at all from you, no news or whatever. He worried for you and went to look out. And there he stood in shock. In the main office you were talking to one of them, laughing along with the compliments you've received from them.

But that wasn't what hurt him the most. His rose that he gave you was on the floor, petals were missing it looks like it has been stepped on. He moved aside to an area where he was more visible and signaled you to come with him, for a bit. As soon as you two weren't in any sight of others, he pulled you to a darker corner and pinned you to the wall harshly.

He tried to explain calmly that he wouldn't like to see you hanging out with them being all sappy and shit, but you simply said to him that it was all just friendly chatting. "It's not what you think! Sooner or later, they'll get to you first, rather than me..." he shot back at you, tightening up his grip on your arms. You saw him, he was pleading it to you, begging even.

You just nodded and stuttered out a yes. He let go of your hands and said a sorry real quick. He kissed your forehead and held your waists and pulled you closer to himself, and continued to embrace you in his arms. After awhile, you two went back to the lighted up halls of the building. And before Wataru left, his hair gave you another rose, this time it looked unique.

It wasn't all just red, but white and it looked like it has "paint splatters" or a nice vermilion color. You thanked Wataru and promised to take better care of this one, you'll try your best at it. He smiled and went off, but as you thought that he left, he peeked back into the door leaning sideways; "I will be watching over you! Until I die, I will dedicate my life to you!" You were a bit confused by the watching over part, but you shrugged it off thinking nothing of it.

You can't tell if doing that was right or wrong.

[poppy-in-the-woods]

ArkAngel Part 2 - Chapter 15

Tags: plans not going entirely like they should, FBI agents, a wedding, faking your own death, not perfect grammar/ orthography.

Word Count: 1915

Tag list: ​@triplexdoublex​ @welcometohoteldiablo​ @rumoured-whispers​

Author’s note:  Last one until the end! You coud say this is the season finale part 1. We’re heading to a somewhat happy ending.

On with the show!

Several things happened in the following weeks. Wes took Molly to the hospital, where she had a lot of tests done and she had to stay overnight for observation, but it turned out that none of her hits were too severe and the pain when she breathed was due to bruises.

Detective Hannigan exposed his partner as O'Shea's mole in the apartment. Leo, Tessa and Johan agreed to plead guilty to the charges against them (kidnapping, conspiracy to commit a crime and burglary, among others) in exchange for a reduced sentence. All three agreed that Jake had an accidental overdose because the boy underestimated the potency of the drug, and the evidence, rigged by Hannigan, corroborated it.

“A weird place to inject, don't you think?” The coroner commented.

“He had no patience to find the vein in his arm,” Anthony replied.

Chalky had destroyed the recipe for fairy dust before Hannigan called for backup, and he turned over the rest of the drug to the police without protest. He and Hardy were not jailed because the detective said they were part of his operation to uncover the drug plot. Given the fact that Castle had proven himself to be a mole, the captain turned a blind eye to why he had organised such an operation on his own. Everything was going more or less well… until the FBI got involved.

There were many interrogations, and forensic examinations of the evidence, and the cracks in the story began to show.

“Hannigan!” Special Agent Miller greeted him, running up to him.

“Agent Miller,” the detective greeted in turn, sipping his coffee without looking at him. He didn't like the agent.

“Special agent, if you don't mind.”

“I'll use his rank when you use mine," Hannigan replied.

“Hey, I know you know what really happened at O'Shea's mansion, and for some reason you're lying, but I can't imagine what that reason could be,” Special Agent Miller said, ignoring his reply.

“Fabricati diem, pvnc,” Hannigan said.

“Excuse me, I don't speak Latin.”

“It is quite an achievement that you have recognized that it is Latin. That's my personal motto, for when ‘to protect and serve’ falls short,” Hannigan said. “It means something like that, sometimes, you have to find the ins and outs of the law for justice to be done. Do you know what justice is, Special Agent Miller? The reason we are supposed to go to work every day?”

“I know what justice is,” Agent Miller replied coldly. “And also that it doesn't always coincide with the law, but my hands are tied, detective.”

“You guys at the FBI are big on making deals, right?”

“If it benefits the country, yes, sometimes we make them,” Miller acknowledged. “Is there something you want to tell me, detective?”

“No, I can't think of anything right now.”

“Well, if you remember anything, you have my card.”

As soon as the agent left, Hannigan took the phone from his pocket and texted the number he had called to let him into the furniture store.

You (16:35):

In half an hour at the GRLC.

? (16:35):

Copy that.

At five o’clock, he met in the cafeteria with CC, Qweenie, Hardy, Chalky, and Molly; the latter's bruises were fully healed, and she and Wes were taking a vacation from their respective jobs while all this was resolved.

“What is happening?” Wes asked, after the waitress brought them their drinks.

“Damned Special Agent Miller is onto something, right?” Said Hardy.

“Yes, I'm afraid so. I thought we could make a deal with him: I take the blame in exchange for you two going free,” he said, turning to Hardy and Chalky, “and you two entering the witness protection program,” he added, looking Wes and Molly.

“Why?” She asked.

“Too many people know about fairy dust and your relationship with it. You cannot stay in the area of ​​influence of the drug.”

“What about us?” CC asked, pointing at Qweenie and himself with his thumb.

“We continue as before: you have never been involved in this,” replied the detective. “You are innocent citizens, whose only connection to the case is that you know those involved.”

“Do you think you can do it?” Chalky asked. “A deal that frees us from jail.”

“We know we've broken a lot of laws,” Hardy added.

“Neither of you has fired a gun, so yes, I think I can, as long as you promise not to use your powers for evil,” Hannigan said.

“We have legal jobs; we haven't done anything illegal since Tar Pit… except Operation Rescuing Molly,” Chalky replied.

“Well, I think that has been using them for good,” said the aforementioned.

“First thing tomorrow morning, we're going to see Agent Miller, the four of you and me,” Hannigan said. “And even if it costs me my damn badge, I'll get you out of it.”

 Wes didn't like Special Agent Miller. He didn't like the way he looked at them, as if they were all self-confessed criminals, including Detective Hannigan, and he didn't like the way he spoke to them, with such a patronizing tone, but sometimes you had to do things you didn't like, like meeting an FBI agent in a suit.

“Did you remember anything, Detective?” Miller asked sarcastically.

“Yes. I'll tell you the story of what really happened, but you have to promise me three things.”

“Three, no less!”

“The first is that you will not imprison the Rossini siblings; everything I'm going to tell you they did was under my command, and I take the blame,” Hannigan said, ignoring Miller's intervention.

“Yes, your captain has already told me something about that...”

“The second is that I take the blame for the deaths of Killian O'Shea and his son, Jacob,” he continued.

“And the third?”

“The third is that you have has to promise to protect Molly Davenport and Wesley Harker.”

“You want us to put them in the witness protection program?” Miller asked, puzzled. Hannigan nodded. “Why?”

“When I tell you, you’ll understand. But for that, we have to go back a bit in time... to the eighties. Although before, you have to promise me that, whatever I tell you, you will fulfil your part.”

“OK, I’ll do it.”

Tony talked about everything: from the original creation of fairy dust, fostered by his father's organization, the rapid rise and fall of the drug until its disappearance, the Chemist and his recreation of the recipe from his father's notes, the children of addicts, Tar Pit and how he had kidnapped Wes and beaten the Chemist to death, and finally, the more recent events. As they had agreed, he left out Qweenie and CC; in his story, he had been the one to press the plunger on the syringe, causing Jake to overdose.

“Do you realize that you’re confessing to murder, having tampered with evidence and convinced civilians to lie to the FBI? Among other things,” Special Agent Miller said.

“I realize, and if I have to go to jail for the rest of my life, so be it, I don't care. But you have made a deal with me, and you have to keep it.”

“Damn it. Fine. You two, the FBI will keep an eye on you, so don't do anything stupid, or we'll have to arrest you,” he said, addressing Hardy and Chalky. “And as for you... it will take a while, but we will get you new identities and delete everything about you on the web.”

“Thank you,” Molly said.

"But the program comes with a number of conditions, the most important of which is no social media,” Agent Miller said. “I don't care if you open an Insta where you post a photo of a different cake every day, but nothing with your names, whether old or new, or with your usual nicknames, and most importantly, nothing with your faces,” he stressed. “For it to work, your new identities have to be completely disconnected from Molly and Wes, got it?”

“Yes sir,” Wes said.

“Oh, and… you're going to have to get married.”

“Get married?” Molly repeated.

“Unless you want us to send you separately, yes.”

 The wedding was intimate and civil. From Wes's side came CC, Mei, Qweenie, Leonor, Chalky and Hardy. From Molly's side came her parents, Anne, Carla, James and Matt.

“We're going to miss you a lot,” Carla said, hugging Molly after the ceremony.

“And I’m going to miss you; you have been the best friends and roommates a newcomer to New York could wish for.”

She took turns hugging them, and then Anne moved closer, somewhat self-conscious.

“Thank you for inviting me,” she said. “I know that when you went to New York we weren't on the best terms...”

“I was a fool,” Molly interrupted. “And I am very sorry.”

“No, I… did it wrong too,” she replied. “I don't regret calling your parents that night, but… when you broke up with Wes, I should have been there for you and… I wasn’t,” she finished, starting to cry.

“Oh, Anne ...! Come here, silly,” Molly said, hugging her.

“What? People cry at weddings,” she joked, wiping away her tears.

Meanwhile, a similar scene was taking place between the groom and his friends.

“I'm going to miss you, man,” CC said to Wes, patting him on the back.

“And I’m going to miss you too. All of you,” he rectified. “You are the best friends I have ever had.”

“Hey, when are you getting married?” Chalky asked Eleanor and Qweenie.

“Yes, you will invite us to the wedding, right?” Hardy added.

While Wes and his friends joked, Mr. and Mrs. Davenport took Molly aside.

“Special Agent Miller has told us that we won't be able to contact you once your new identities are assigned to you, so we thought you'd like to have this,” her father said, handing her a velvet-lined box.

Molly opened it: inside, there was a pendant in the shape of a blue eye set on a gold chain.

“It belonged to my sister,” her mother said. “She bought it on a trip to Morocco that she took with some friends from college, before… well, you know. It is supposed to bring good luck. And look, it opens,” she added, showing Molly.

Inside the locket was a photo of a woman about her age. She had long wavy brown hair, like her, and green eyes. The shape of her face, and her lips were identical to hers. Up to that point, Molly had only seen photos of the one who was supposed to be her biological mother in adolescence, and not many, since her parents did not keep any at home.

“Thanks. It's beautiful, thank you,” she repeated, hugging them.

Only ten people in total knew the truth: Molly's parents, Agent Miller, Detective Hannigan, Hardy, Chalky, CC, Mei, Qweenie, and Leonor. CC and the others would sometimes meet at the Grim Reaper Lovers Club and have coffee in honour of the couple.

 The government had a very effective way of making someone disappear: faking their death. So two weeks after their wedding, Wes and Molly ‘died’ when their car fell off a cliff; their bodies were never recovered, but there was a nice headstone that their family and friends could visit in the West Park Cemetery. As an epitaph, a phrase: legends never die.

“To the health of the dead!” CC would say, raising his cup. “Because they are still alive in our memory.”

[ionlyreadfivebookslastweek]

Bless The Broken Road - 24

While the team was out to eat, Reid’s phone went off and he excused himself.

“Who do you think that is?” JJ asked.

“It’s probably Melissa from that case in Utah,” Jane suggested. She explained how he’d been maintaining contact with her since the end of the case.

“It’s probably nothing,” JJ assured her.

Reid came back to the table and apologized for the interruption. “It was my mother,” he explained.

“How is she?” Morgan asked as JJ glanced at Jane, a guilty look appearing on her face.

“She’s good.”

As they left the restaurant, Jane got Hotch alone and asked if it was too late to get her a separate room from Spencer at the hotel.

“There are no more available rooms. We got the last ones,” Hotch told her. “You can share with JJ.”

When they arrived in the hotel lobby, Hotch handed out the room keys and told JJ and Jane they’d be rooming together. JJ said she was fine with it.

Jane went into the bathroom to get ready for bed first. When she exited the bathroom, she found JJ talking to Henry on the phone. She held it out to her and said, “Henry wants to talk to you.”

Jane took the phone from her. “Hey, buddy! How are you?” she greeted.

“Good. When are you and Uncle Spencer coming over to play with me?” the toddler asked.

Jane’s face fell. “I, I don’t know, Henry. Hopefully soon. I’m going to hand the phone back to your mom, alright?” Jane handed JJ the phone and she said her final goodnight before hanging up and going to get ready for bed herself.

When JJ reentered the room, she found Jane sitting on the bed, her knees pulled up to her chest, and tears streaming down her face.

“Oh, sweetheart!” JJ exclaimed, crawling onto the bed and pulling her close. Jane rested her head in her lap.

“What if he never talks to me again? What if this is it for us?” Jane questioned, expressing her fears.

“Jane, things will work out. The two of you just need to talk it over after the case is done. It’ll be alright.”

~

In the morning, Jane got up late just as JJ was coming back into the room with breakfast in hand.

“Hey, you’re up. Are you hungry?” JJ asked.

“No, not really. I think I’m just going to get ready and go down to see if I can get some coffee before we have to leave,” Jane told her.

Once down in the lobby, Jane fixed herself a cup of coffee. When she turned around, she came face to face with Spencer.

“Hi,” she greeted shyly.

“Hi.”

She moved out of the way so he could get to the coffee.

“Listen,” Jane spoke to his back. “Can we just agree to be able to talk to each other for the sake of the case and worry about everything else when it’s over?” she asked.

“Yeah, we can do that,” Spencer agreed.

Once the rest of the team joined them in the lobby, they all headed back to the field office.

Another murder had been committed.

Hotch sent Morgan, Jane, JJ, and Reid to the house where the victim, a husband and a father of two, was killed. When they arrived, Jane and Morgan took a look at the crime scene while JJ and Reid talked to the wife.

They found out from the wife that her husband had been abusive. She filed charges but he was found not guilty.

Jane took a look around the front door area and noticed the newspaper on the ground. She bent over and picked it up. There was a picture of the victim and his wife on it and the story told about the abuse case.

She took a look back inside at her coworkers before stepping out to call Garcia.

“Hey Pen, I need you to look up if there were any newspaper articles regarding the other victims,” she told her.

“That’ll take me a while. I’ll hit you right back.”

“Thanks, Pen!”

Jane returned inside to share the article with the others. After finishing up at the house, they headed back to the station.

Shortly after they arrived, Garcia called Jane back with her search results.

“I was able to find articles in the paper regarding the latest victim and the professor specifically. There were also generic articles about drug dealing and prostitution that were published around the same time those victims were murdered.”

“What if the UNSUB was a newspaper deliverer?” Reid suggested.

“Baby Girl, look to see who was working the paper route of the latest victim,” Morgan told her.

“That’ll be Leo Ward. Looks like when he was in college, he reported one of his professors for sexually assaulting him six times. She was acquitted.”

“Six times. That’s the number of times he stabs his victims,” Jane stated.

“His first victim was a professor in a similar situation. It probably reminded him of his past and that’s what triggered him,” JJ thought aloud.

“Home and work addresses are sent to your phones,” Garcia informed them.

“Thanks, PG.”

They found Ward just as he was leaving his work for the day. When he caught sight of the team, he grabbed a random woman walking near him and held a knife to her throat.

“Leo, let her go,” Jane ordered.

“No!”

“I know what happened to you. I know how that professor assaulted you and got away with it. This isn’t the way to deal with that.” They continued to stare at each other but he remained silent. “You killed people who were getting away with crimes, right? But this woman you’re threatening right now is innocent. You don’t want to hurt an innocent person. Let her go,” Jane urged him.

He thought it over for a moment before finally dropping the knife. Hotch moved forward to arrest him and JJ went to help the woman.

Once everything was settled and squared away with the case, Hotch informed the team that the jet wouldn’t be ready to leave until the next morning.

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel to grab a change of clothes and then head out to dinner?” Rossi suggested.

The others agreed and they went to the hotel. As everyone was heading up to their rooms, Spencer stopped Jane.

“Can we talk now?” he asked.

Jane nodded and followed him to his room.

After shutting the door behind her, Jane took a seat on the bed but left space between her and Reid.

“I’m sorry about the things I said the other night,” Spencer began. “I was out of line. I was just mad and I didn’t mean any of it. I’m sorry.”

Jane shook her head. “No, I should’ve told you from the start why I didn’t want you talking to Melissa,” she admitted. “I know you’d never cheat on me but I was afraid that something would happen because Melissa was clearly making advances towards you.”

Spencer frowned. “Advances?”

“Yeah.”

“You thought she was flirting with me? Her sister and sister’s whole family just died! She was seeking comfort!” he argued, raising his voice. “And if she was, I think I would know and put an end to it.”

Jane raised her own voice to match his. “I can’t believe this. I tell you my fears and all you do is get mad and yell at me about it! If that’s how it’s going to be, then there’s no sense in continuing this conversation.”

She stood up and he did as well.

“Fine!” he spat.

“Fine!”

Jane turned to leave. When she opened the door, she nearly ran into Morgan.

“Woah. Slow down there, sweetness,” he told her.

“Not right now, Morgan.”

“I was just checking to see if you were ready to go. The rest of the team is heading down to the lobby now.”

Jane shook her head, avoiding his eyes. “No. I’m not coming,” she told him before moving past him and walking away.

As she approached her and JJ’s room, JJ was exiting.

“Hey, are you ready?” JJ asked.

“No, uh..” Jane shook her head. “Spencer and I just got into another fight and I’m not feeling up to it right now. Go on without me,” she told her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

JJ stepped forward and gave her a comforting hug before obliging, heading down the hall.

Once alone, Jane dialed Garcia’s number.

“Hey Garcia, have you left your office yet?” she asked.

“No, not yet. Why?”

“I need you to look up Spencer’s text messages between him and Melissa.”

"Oh no. I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Jane,” she objected. “I’d feel all icky creeping on his private messages like that.”

“Garcia, please!”

Garcia groaned, “Fine! I’ll send pictures of them to your phone.”

“Thank you.”

Jane hung up and began pacing back and forth until her phone beeped, signaling that Garcia had sent her the texts.

She ceased her pacing and read through the messages, taking a seat with a huff upon her findings.

Jane was right. Melissa was clearly flirting with Spencer, but he never returned any of her advances.

Shortly after she finished reading the texts, Garcia called her back.

“Hello?”

“Are you going to tell me what all this is about?” Garcia questioned.

Jane explained her most recent fight with Spencer and how he yelled at her after she told him her fears about his communication with Melissa.

“He claimed that she wasn’t flirting, but I just had to confirm that I was right.”

“But he never flirted back, Jane. He didn’t do anything wrong,” Garcia pointed out.

“I know that! But he acted like I was crazy for thinking she was interested in him. He wouldn’t listen to me!” Jane scoffed. “I gotta go. I’ll see you when we get back.”

Jane ended the call and went to change into PJ’s before crawling into bed. As she thought over what all had happened, tears began to spill over onto her cheeks. She continued to sob, letting it all out now before JJ came back from dinner. Fortunately, she was able to fall asleep before her roommate for the night returned.

~

On the flight home the next morning, Jane and Spencer sat apart again. She attempted to read to pass the time but kept glancing over at him, debating if and when to try talking to him again.

During one of her glances, she managed to accidentally catch his eye. He looked away briefly before looking back at her. With a head jerk, she gestured for him to follow her towards the back area of the jet, hoping to give them a little more privacy while they spoke.

“Look, I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. But I assure you, nothing is going on with Melissa,” he insisted.

“I know you’re not doing anything,” Jane tried to explain calmly, “but you must know that she was flirting with you.”

“No, she wasn’t.”

“Yes, she was!” Jane said, struggling to keep her voice down.

“Why are you so certain of that?”

“Because I saw the text messages!”

Jane’s eyes widened upon realizing what she’d just admitted.

“You saw the text messages? When? Did you steal my phone?!” Spencer yelled.

“I may have had Garcia look up your messages,” Jane confessed quietly, her eyes now trained on the floor.

“You what?!”

Jane glanced up and saw the others quickly look away.

“I can’t believe this! I can’t believe you actually went so far just to try to prove you were right!”

“I’m sorry, alright. But you have to understand where I’m coming from!”

“Just forget it.”

He walked away, returning to his seat and leaving her standing there, speechless.

~

The team arrived back at headquarters and headed inside. As they entered the BAU’s bullpen, they saw someone standing at Reid’s desk.

It was Melissa.

“Melissa, what are you doing here?” he asked, walking over to her.

She shrugged. “I have nothing left back home so I thought it’d be nice to come to visit,” she cheered.

Jane and Morgan stood off to the side and Garcia came out of her office to join them.

“Did you know she was here?” Jane asked the blonde.

“No. I’ve been in my office. I had no idea anybody had come up here,” she admitted.

They turned back to try to listen in on Reid’s conversation.

“I know you’ve been ignoring my flirting, but I figured you’re just too shy to say things like that over the phone,” Melissa explained. “I figured if I came to visit in person, you’d be able to confront it face to face.”

“Someone needs to do something,” Jane told Morgan and Garcia.

“Well go over there then! Make her realize he’s taken!” Morgan told her.

“I can't go over there! He hates me right now. Please, Morgan. Go do something,” she pleaded.

"Alright, alright,” he gave in.

The two women watched nervously as he went over and put an arm around Reid.

“Hey, pretty boy,” he greeted.

“Pretty boy? That’s an accurate nickname,” Melissa mused.

“It’s good to see you again, Melissa,” Morgan told her.

“You as well, Agent Morgan.”

He turned back to Reid. “So listen, it’s been a while since we’ve had a night out. What do you say about having a date night Friday?” he suggested. “Me and my girl, you and Jane?”

Melissa’s face fell. “Oh, I didn’t realize you already had a girlfriend. I’m sorry I came here.”

She moved past them, bumping Spencer’s shoulder as she went by.

“Wait, Melissa!” he called out to her.

“Never speak to me again!” she cried, hurrying out of the room.

Jane breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry, brother,” Morgan told him. “It had to happen.”

Reid looked at Jane.

“I told you Melissa had more than friendship on her mind,” she said.

“Yeah, only because you used sneaky and intrusive means to obtain the information!” he snapped.

“Spence, I-”

He cut her off. “You’re going to have to take the rest of your stuff out of my apartment because we are done!”

He started to head towards the door.

“Wait!” Jane cried.

He continued walking without looking back, leaving her to watch him go.

~~~~~~~~~~

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“ let me just –– can you –– uh. ”  grizz clears his throat and raises a finger. because this? oh, boy. stomaching this shit without laughing mandates a breather.  “ hold that thought for a moment while i collect myself. s’been quite the day and i want to give you my undivided attention. ”

or, alternatively :  yo yo yo, party people ! guess who finally made it ?  i’m lev / linc ( she/her/hers ) , comin’ atchu from the ever so lovely est timezone with ya boy, the tru ledge, grizz visser! click on that read more to read some headcanons i’ve got goin’ for west ham’s resident handcuff-owning, intellectual beb !

[   g    r   i   z    z        v    i     s     s     e    r    ––    B O Y   O N   F I R E .

✔ ┊❝ ( nick robinson. 18. he/him &. cismale ) rumor around town is that gareth “grizz” visser was on one of the buses that left for the field trip. they’re the eighteen year old that resides in new ham. over the summer news spread that he purposely botched his chances to win a football scholarship to a local uni because he applied to several ivies behind his parents’ backs, but who knows if that’s true or not? what we do know is that their friends describe them as well-read & piquant, but who knows when they’re known to be elusive & misanthropé from time to time. 

( &&. general information )

full name: gareth visser

nickname(s) or alias: grizz

preferred name: grizz –– call him gareth and he will... not be happy.

current age: eighteen

astrological sign: leo

gender: cismale

preferred pronouns: he/him

sexual preference: homosexual ( but closeted )

romantic preference: demiromantic

home environment: a quaint three-bed / two-bath house with his parents. a positive, almost sickeningly sweet home: family portraits all over the place, cheesy “ home is where the heart is ” décor all around from his mother’s many trips to pier 1 imports.

current occupation: student, student athlete.

language(s) spoken: english, french, a tad of latin. wants to learn more hebrew, but that shit is complicated as heck.

native language: english.

current relationship status: single.

( &&. background )

reason behind name: y’know, he’s asked his parents this countless times. why gareth? why. gareth. and each time he’s just gotten the same vague response: they liked it. it sounded respectable. ack.

birth order: only child.

ethnicity: american. west ham born & raised, baby!

nationality: american.

religion: agnostic. goes to church with his mother as a way to keep the peace, but... the idea of a god out there saying homosexuality’s a sin gives him a bad taste in his mouth. he’d rather discount his whole existence and uphold morality than accept that there’s a bigoted big guy in the sky. sees the bible more as a literary exercise to instill human value. did jesus really walk on water? heck no. but it makes a good fable.

political views: very, very liberal. doesn’t subscribe to labels, but as close to democratic socialist as you can get in this country without causing riots. anti-brexit. anti-trump. anti-bullshit, basically. maybe socialism or communism done right wouldn’t be a terrible idea.

financial status: very, very comfortable. his parents earn well and know how to save / spend frugally. the vissers are modest in living so they can pour more into experience. for grizz’s twelfth birthday, his parents took him hiking through the adirondacks. they’ve gone on some awesome trips together, and most of their vacations include some aspect of super cool nature. unbeknownst to grizz, his parents’ planned grad gift for him was a month-long backpacking tour through new zealand.

hometown: west ham, connecticut. cool beans.

level of education: high school senior. but he’s one of the learned folk: ap literature on lock. he took some college courses at the local community college last summer, because his job as a summer camp counselor wasn’t exactly intellectually stimulating. leading kids on hikes is fun ‘n all, but... not as engaging as college-level philosophy.

( &&. physical appearance )

looks like (or face claim, if applicable): nick robinson. with longer hair. reference [ here ] . 

height: 6′0 ( jack’s shorter, but nick’s my main fc i’m workin’ with so i decide to bump it up. plus, height? football? makes sense. )

weight: 158 lbs

shoe size: 10.5

figure/build: athletic build. muscular. broad shoulders, lean waist.

hair colour: deep, deep brown. almost black. natural.

hair length: about jaw-length. curly. ( REFERENCE. )

eye colour: brown with an overlay of hazel-y jade-green. his campers over the summer compared his eyes to moss a lot. it kinda felt badass. “moss boss” had a ring to it.

glasses?: nope. 20/20 vision. but he’s been known to steal friends’ glasses sometimes, just for funsies.

skin tone: light, but not necessarily pale – spends a lot of time outdoors. no freckles.

tattoos: none, yet. would love to get a quote from walden. or a pine tree, if it wasn’t so cliche.

piercings: none. but getting an ear pierced has always intrigued him.

birthmarks/scars/distinguishing marks: some miscellaneous scars on his hands from whittling incidents growing up. a faint line across his arm from stitches, when he broke it in the peewee football league in fifth grade. 

dominant hand: left-handed, but very recently learned he’s marginally ambidextrous for important tasks.

if painted, what color are their nails?: never painted. he keeps them short.

usual style of clothing: letterman jacket. jeans. tall socks, boots. pants tucked into socks, because why the hell not? flannels, hoodies, utility jackets layered over plain white tees. pendant necklaces, leather bracelets. occasionally he’ll wear a statement button-downs that looks like your grandmother’s upholstery, but somehow it’ll work really well. varsity t-shirts. hats of all varieties. if he could, he’d showcase some edgier styles. but he’s paranoid. he’s got a stanford hoodie buried in his closet. and a yale one, too.

frequently worn jewelry:  leather bracelets. a silver ring strung on a chain, engraved with “ for sylvie, with love ”. he found it on a hike, and... figured he’d be sylvie for a day, or something.

describe their voice, what accent?:  he has a light, gentle voice. a soft autumn breeze. laced with some gravel. strong, resolute. kind.

what is their speaking style (fast, monotone, loquacious)?: often speaks slowly, surely. not always keen to fill silences. but words are some of his favorite devices of deflection. if he’s unsure, he’ll cut himself off, leading to some choppy and hard to follow sentences. he very rarely mumbles. not afraid to speak eloquently, but will certainly match his speaking style to those he’s around, to an extent. rarely seems bothered. he masks it well.

describe their scent: amber, sandalwood, musk. vague hints of cinnamon. 

describe their posture: grizz holds himself proudly. shoulders broad, chin up, chest open. it makes his vulnerable moments very easy to spot.

( &&. legal information )

any speeding tickets?: nope. this kid drives by the book. probably because he very much prefers to walk or bike around town, when he can help it.

have they ever been arrested?: never. he’s only been to the police station once, to drop off some promotional donuts for the homecoming football game.

do they have a criminal record?: nah.

have they committed any violent crimes?: no sir.

property crimes?: no.

traffic crimes?: nope! unless you count accidentally cutting cars off with his bike, because that’s happened a handful of times, when he’s been deep in thought.

other crimes?: just breaking hearts.

( &&. medical information )

blood type: o negative.

date/time of birth: july 26, 1997. 3:23am. during a rainstorm.

place of birth: west ham hospital.

vaginal birth or cesauren section?: vaginal birth.

sex: male

smoker? / drinker? / drug user?: no / yes / marijuana.

addictions: does good lit count?

allergies: sulfur-based antibiotics. bullshit.

ever broken a bone?: his left arm in fifth grade. right foot at the seventh grade dance ��– the girl he asked to slow dance tripped and grizz, wanting to show off his cool socks, wound up with a stiletto heel to the talus. ouch. collar bone, freshman year of high school: he climbed a tree to save his neighbor’s cat and slipped.

any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: nope.

any medication regularly taken: allergy meds. sometimes he gets the sniffles.

( &&. personality )

direct quote from them:  UNO.  DOS.  TRES.  QUATRO.

positive traits: charismatic, cunning, introspective, virtuosic.

negative traits: cataclysmic, self-destructive, reckless, careless.

likes: classic literature, trail mix, synth vibes, 60s/70s/80s rock, the beatles, radiohead, faith by george michael. old vinyls. bob ross. vanilla-cinnamon candles and jasmine tea. wind-rustled leaves. fresh fallen rain.

dislikes: bitter coffee. the disappointment just after sunrise. katy perry. cleaning, laundry. the warmer side of the pillow. waking up without a hand to hold. gareth. secrets, but he harbors a few big ones. pretending. hiding. transitively, himself.

strengths: can be quite resolute but sometimes about the wrong things. his ability to analyze and respond to complex literature is… uncanny. intelligence. deduction. survival facts. he’s a postmodern bear grylls trapped in suburbia.

weaknesses: impatience. do-it-yourself attitude.  fear of rejection. fear of acceptance. fear of others. fear of himself. 

insecurities: what if people in west ham discover who he really is? how’s he supposed to postpone that?

fears/phobias:  irrelevancy. book-burning. ignorance. time.

habits:  playing with his fingers. biting his bottom lip and twisting it between his teeth. humming when he thinks no one is listening. going for late-night walks through the emptiest parts of town. staying up ‘til 4am to read and re-read and read again.

quirks: rarely settles his gaze on anything for more than a few seconds, except for other peoples’ eyes. eye contact is probably one of grizz’s biggest conversational strengths. probably why he makes such a good liar, when he needs to. he’ll finish a pint of ice cream and just sit there for over an hour sucking on the spoon, lost in thought. licks his lips when he’s nervous. plays with his hair a lot. you know he’s nervous when he keeps tucking his hair behind his right ear. chuckles to himself, even when things are the pure opposite of funny.

hobbies: jotting notes in book margins. he dabbles in poetry but feels like his shit is too beat-generation to be that cool. wandering through the woods and attempting to generate his own maps, then checking them for accuracy. lighting matches in the cold, mid-evening air just to watch them burn.

guilty pleasure: peanut m&ms. twizzlers. burned marshmallows. apartment tour videos on youtube.

desires: to prove he’s… sometime more than this. something more than a footballer destined to pretend.

wishes: he could come clean about college. wishes he could come clean about himself. wishes he could work up the courage to ask a guy to prom.

secrets: he purposefully botched an interview he had with central connecticut state university’s football recruiter because he doesn’t want to play in college. he wants to go to yale, or stanford, or brown. to study literature. classics. philosophy. his sexuality. but it’s getting harder and harder to keep that locked down.

turn ons: intelligence. genuine, pure intelligence. sharp-witted humor. dimples. dorky laughs. gentle touch. someone who doesn’t bother with worries ‘bout tomorrow.

turn offs:  idiocy. khakis. people with too much pride. line cutters. naggers. people who don’t think the proper way to eat bugles is by fashioning crisp-claws first and pretending to be edward scissorhands. people who overlook adrienne rich’s poetry, or claim dante shouldn’t be taught in school.

lucky number: 0.

pet peeves: hearing people scratch their scalps. sniffly public transit users. people who don’t use earbuds. cold fries. nail-clickers. knuckle-crackers. people who slurp from straws like they’ve never had a drink before in their lives. 

their motto:  “ i’m surrounded by idiots. ”

( &&. favourites )

food: curly fries with cajun seasoning.

drink: half-oreo half-chocolate milkshake. extra whipped cream. two cherries. please.

fast food restaurant: he’s not huge on fast food, but he can fuck with five guys.

flavour: anything chocolate and peanut.

word: fuck !!!  or zephyr: a soft, gentle breeze.

colour:  a nice, deep forest green.

clothing: his letterman jacket. his deep green flannel’s a close second.

accessory: “ for sylvie, with love” . silver ring. he likes pretending he’s sylvie and that someone cared enough to get his name etched into a precious metal forever.

candle scent: the connecticut homesick candle. it smells like cinnamon and nutmeg and vanilla and fireside bliss. and pine trees. yum.

game: monopoly. but only if he wins.

animal: fish. they’re so graceful.

holiday: halloween. boo.

weather: sunset, just after rain. golden rays peering through deep gray clouds. it makes the greens of trees practically scream against the sky. it’s glorious. it’s heartbreaking. grizz loves it.

season: late fall.

book: le petit prince by antoine de saint-exupéry. it was the last book his grandmother ever read to him, on his fifth christmas eve.

artist: edvard munch. or van gogh, simply because he chopped his ear off and mailed it to his lover. now that’s modern romance.

band/group: the divine comedy, radiohead, pink floyd, the beatles, the rolling stones, the kooks. the avett brothers. belle & sebastian.

song: high and dry, radiohead. elephant, tame impala. anything by the beatles.

movie/film:  mr. nobody. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. the first time little grizz saw alice in wonderland, he wouldn’t shut up about it for two weeks.

tv show: he grew up watching wallace and gromit. he’s still got a soft spot for it.

sport: football.

possession: his dad’s collection of beatles original release vinyls.

number: 0.

person: henry david thoreau.

( &&. skills )

talents: writing, but he won’t admit it. football. wood-whittling. gardening. navigation.

ability to drive a car?: yes.

can they ride a bike?: yes, and will frequently do so with no hands.

do they play any sports?: football.

anything they’re bad at?: juggling. sleeping. pretending to like gross food.

do they have any combat training? why?: grizz once yahoo answered how to punch somebody to the moon, after one of his best friends got made fun of in grade school for accidentally wearing a costume the day before halloween. he’s still waiting for an answer to that post.

( &&. firsts )

childhood memory: waging what was left of his fruit gummies during a game of fireside poker on the first visser camping trip.

crush: matty kerrington, pre-k. his hair smelled like strawberries and his smile reminded grizz of the hot honey that clung to his mum’s spoon after stirring tea. but to this day, he’ll say his first crush was amanda vander-voss, because her hair was pretty in braids and she reminded him of the pretty deer from bambi.

email address: grizzlybear@aol.com

job: camp counselor at a hiking / adventure camp based in west ham.

phone: a nifty samsung with a slide-out keyboard. made him feel like a god.

kiss: jessica winthrop, in a game of third grade truth or dare.

love: tess de luca ( @tessdl )

sexual experience: with jessica winthrop in the woods behind the middle school, three years later. jess got poison ivy in all the wrong places. grizz thought it was hysterical.

( &&. childhood )

best childhood memory?:  honestly? wearing that boa in dance class. his mom was quick to stop that.

worst childhood memory?:  nearly breaking his nose on the neighbor’s front porch, while attempting to ding-dong ditch with his friends. he’s not sure what gave them away more –– his blood staining their pavement, or the fact that he blubbered the whole run home.

what were they like as a child?:  grizz tended to poke his nose into all the wrong matters, landing him in oodles of trouble. he’d steal from the snack cabinet, sketch constellations across the walls… even stole his dad’s old walkman so he could listen to music under his covers past his bedtime. tried to sneak into the library after hours to get his hands on another thoreau novel. but it was all harmless. the vissers weren’t very firm disciplinarians: they just loved that their son was engaged and passionate about knowledge.

any crushes growing up?: oh, loads. more than he’d like to admit.

( &&. this or that )

expensive or inexpensive tastes?: inexpensive, but lasting.

hygienic or unhygienic?: hygenic.

open-minded or close-minded?: open.

introvert or extrovert?: ambivert. thrives in social settings but the mood has to be right.

optimistic or pessimistic?: pessimistic with a weak optimistic veil. pragmatism, is how he’d put it.

daredevil or cautious?: cautious daredevil.

logical or emotional?: a blend of both, but emotions often influence his actions more than he’d like to say.

generous or stingy?: generous.

polite or rude?: polite when it’s socially mandated. but if there’s no threat of repercussions? a bit rude, if he has to be.

book smart or street smart?:  both.

popular or loner?:  popular, by proxy. but grizz vibes with some solid solitude, especially to recharge.

leader or follower?: leader. follower, though, in the high school structure of things. it’s a way to ensure his place and avoid potential fallout. he’ll call his friends out if they’re up to no good, though.

day or night person?: night. definitely night.

cat or dog person?: both! prefers cats just a smidge more.

closet door open or closed while sleeping?: open. maybe his demons wanna cuddle or some shit.

( &&. social media )

do they have a facebook? twitter? instagram? vine? snapchat? tinder/grindr? tumblr? youtube? yes to instagram and (begrudgingly) snapchat.

if so; name on facebook: none.

instagram user: grizzvisser

snapchat user: grizzybear

( &&. musical tastes )

theme song: kimochi warui ( when? when? when? ), car seat headrest. god... get him OUT of this town.

makes them sad: blackbird, the beatles. his grandparents used to sing this when he’d sleep over/ they’d be in the kitchen early in the morning trying to convince him to eat his cereal. they’d change the lyrics and snap slightly off-tempo, all smiles and coaxing gestures. ave maria. he’s not sure why. it inspires melancholia.

makes them dance: hazy miss daisy, kid bloom. anything with a sick beat and erratic synth. take on me, a-ha. good times bad times, led zeppelin. 

loves the most: fool of myself, the band camino. it’s a song he can throw his head back to, close his eyes, and sway in the breeze.

( &&. miscellaneous )

do they have a fake i.d.?: yep, used to, but now that’s not necessary!

are they a virgin?: nope siree!

describe their signature: it’s unapologetic on the page. takes up more room than it should with lateral squiggles and grandiose swirls. G and V are decipherable, but everything else is convoluted by its own physics. a muddled mess. beautiful in its self-collapsing structure.

how long would they survive in a zombie apocalypse?:  he’d outlive everyone. survivalist visser, right here.

do they travel?: yes, but he wants to do more, see more. the grand canyon would be cool. or maybe the alps. he’s always had a dream of hiking yosemite. 

one place they would like to live: anywhere but here.

one place they would like to visit: new zealand. australia. hawaii.

celebrity crush: young johnny depp. emma watson.

what can you find in their pockets/wallet/purse: tic tacs, but never the mint ones. only the odd flavors.

place(s) your character can always be found:  anywhere with trees. rooftops. alleyways. the football field. coffee shops. the local diner. roadside sunflower fields. his parents’ garden.

when does your character like to wake up?:  with the sun.

what’s your character’s morning routine?: blink at the ceiling for about 20 minutes. wash his face, brush his teeth. annotate a few lines of whatever book he’s reading. push-ups, pull-ups, crunches. run a mile or two. rush into the shower. grab his lunch from the fridge and bike to school (and barely make it).

what does your character eat for breakfast/lunch/dinner?:  grizz’s mom loves to cook, so they’re always trying some new paleo trend. some of it’s awful. but he’ll try to eat it and if he can’t, he’ll sneak a granola bar later. if the school’s serving smiley face fries, he’ll have those. he really likes green apples and those little clementines.

how does your character spend their free days?:  hiking. reading. writing. lying in the sun and just... thinking. lately, he’s been daydreaming a lot about an ivy league education. something more engaging than west ham’s high school snoozefest.

what’s your character’s bedtime routine?:  some kind of pre-bed stretching routine. wash his face, brush his teeth, curl up in bed with a book. fall asleep with it still open on his chest.

what does your character wear to bed?: boxers and a t-shirt.

if your character can’t fall asleep, what are they thinking about?: the past. mistakes. time ticking away.

what is their idea of perfect happiness?: he’s still workin’ on that bit.

on what occasions do they lie?:  very rarely, if he can help it.

most marked characteristic: his hair. it’s all russet waves. untamed. some days, his hair truly has a mind of its own. it screams free spirit. it doesn’t let on that, inside, his soul is burning.

what is one thing they’d most like to change about themselves?:  honestly? it’s not so much what he’d want to change about himself as it is about this town. 

how would they like to die?:  well-read.

do they snore? not unless he’s got a head cold. then there may be a few soft snores here and there.

can they curl their tongue?: yes!

can they whistle?: yes indeed!

do they believe in the supernatural?: not really. but it’s fun to indulge on halloween.  did he move your cup, or did the ghouls?!  s p o o k y .

has anyone ever broken their heart?:  no. haven’t had the opportunity to.

have they ever broken anyone’s heart?:  yes. little marsha lapone’s, at summer camp. she was 8, he’s 18. he told her there was no chance, and she cried into her pb&j. tough.

are they squeamish?: no. 

have they ever seen anyone die? what happened?: just in films.

are they a lightweight?: heck no.

that was a very lengthy thing but... yeah! hit me up for plots! i’m gonna get to crafting and replying to starters v shortly!

[saigebeaumont]

- ̗̀ * ( robert sheehan + cismale + he/him ) have you seen ( benjamin ‘benjy’ magwitch ) walking around campus ? they are a ( twenty-three ) year old, studying ( political science ). we hear they are in ( rho pi rho ), and can be ( magnetic & irresponsible ), maybe it’s because they are a ( leo ). they sort of remind us of ( shiny red apples, walking on ledges, kaleidoscopes ), maybe we can find out more ! ( james + 19 + est + they/she ) *  ̖́-  + theatre/track

hi hello as u may have seen my name is james and this is my baby, benjy. i dont know how long this is going to get so pls bare with me

tw; fire? 

gen. info

full name: benjamin ‘benjy’ henry magwitch / joshua hollowood but u will never catch him actually using his real name tbqh

nickname(s): think of a random name. any century, any gender, any amount of letters or lack thereof. that’s it that’s his nickname. previous aliases that he has claimed to be are - thaddeus, balthazar, dante, romulus, etc., etc.

b.o.d. - july 31st, age 23

label(s): the icarian, the blackhole, the insouciant, etc. etc.

height: tall

hometown: ???

sexuality: chaotically bisexual

bio. info

let’s try and make this short n sweet

so like. y’know when a faerie steals a human baby and replaces it with it’s own, weaker, inferior baby? benjy is the human baby in this case

except they weren’t faeries

dorothea and fawley were two...somewhat, in love, folks--who had really wanted to have a child of their own. when they did, finally, have their child--he was very sickly and small and neither of them wanted their child to be weak goddammit

so they did a switcharoo, like...switched at birth except i’ve never ever seen switched at birth, and ran off with this extremely rich family’s newborn baby instead!

dorothea and fawley were part of a circus, and thus, lil benjy was raised in a circus !! how cute.

needless to say he was raised in a very nontraditional setting, like, homeboy was homeschooled bc they were literally always travelling, around the country and once or twice out of country.

despite that, he never doubted that his circus family didn’t love him or anything like ?? yeah he never called his ‘parents’ mom or dad, but that’s bc it was like...everyone was his parent.

dorothea and fawley told benjy that his name will never define him, and he could be anyone or anything he wants to be.

this caused a tiny benjy to be CONSTANTLY changing his name. like, almost everyday he’d just declare a new name and everybody in the circus would call him that specific name. even when he did acts, he’d go by a different name every single time

this carried onto adulthood and benjy still doesn’t tell people his real name very often. sometimes they’re sort of normal names n other times they’re fucking bizarre.

when he was seven he declared his name was ‘sock’ for an entire month.

grew up doing a buncha odd lil jobs and roles in the circus, from being a lil handyman like fawley to being a magician’s assistant like dorothea. t’was a lil tiny animal tamer (before the circus stopped using animals in their acts because we don’t stan circuses like that no we do NOT) at some point but reeeaaally liked tightrope walking and things as such

also tried his hand at fire-throwing/etc. etc. but the like eighteen (minor!) burn scars across his body will tell u that it was not for him and he gave it up to pursue knife throwing tricks and juggling

wasn’t rly ever around ppl his own age, also never had a smartphone before he was like eighteen or so--he’s not old fashioned but he can definitely be behind on the times

also grew up listening to primarily older rock/folk music/whatever the fuck music his family created/his own music

that being said benjy is good w a guitar but bitch cannot sing. he sounds like a dying frog.

he also did a bunch of petty theft but that’s bc some of the other folk in the circus did it and he was like huh. looks like fun. bc benjy is thoroughly an idiot but more on that later. so he got some shit on his record but he got them sealed when he turned 18, like, asap

but. benjy is a dumbass. he committed ANOTHER petty crime, because the boy has addictive qualities, and he left some dna evidence bc boy’s got some mf hair

surprisingly, it wasn’t through his records that they found him via his dna  but, rather, his real parents who did a whole ass dna kit thing for fun one day

this came as a shock to everybody involved, honestly, though tbh ? benjy didn’t care that much that he had parents who weren’t the circus, but that’s bc of his entire upbringing.

either way his birth parents wanted to like. y’know. meet their delinquent biological son and when they did they were like ‘woah woah woah wtf ur in a circus’ and he was like haha yeah

n that was...sort of it, for a while. benjy was 18, had his GED, n wasn’t planning on going to college at all.

the circus was still traveling, the world was all right, etc. etc, benjy maintained contact with his bio parents bc it was Polite to do

and then the circus burned down! somebody did a flaming knife trick when they weren’t supposed to and, long story short--the entire circus went up in flames. there were no victims, no worries, but their entire livelihood was gone and they were all effectively displaced.

when his Rich Biological Parents found out about benjy’s newfound predicament that he 100% was not responsible for whatsoever, they were like . . . . listen. we’ve got a Reputation to uphold, but we’ll send you to college.

he’s been here since he was like, 21, so he’s a junior i think ??

he’s majoring in political science but it’s like technically his first year as the major bc his freshmen yr he wanted to do anthropology and then he switched to mathematics and homeboy was nvr satisfied but now he thinks he wants to do smth w social welfare so he’s doing political science w theatre and public affairs as minors

personality

he’s got. a big personality

he’s got this sort of energy that attracts others but they don’t really know why bc holy shit benjy can be annoying

he’s just super intense ?? like the boy does not know how to calm down, he’s constantly moving around and being dramatic and sometimes whiny

pouts more than a person should averagely pouts

i wouldn’t call him a liar because he can be, very very blunt, and doesn’t know how to beat around the bush, but he likes telling half-truths simply to either confuse others or to just b a lil bitch tbh

he’s got big dumbass energy like okay he’s smart he just doesn’t apply himself very often and he just. does dumb things

gets into fights bc he’s a dumbass. like. he will purposely provoke ppl he doesn’t like, n when he’s drunk he’ll do it to literally anybody esp ppl he likes

also just. doesn’t know when to stop talking. can find ways to ramble about nothing, asks questions w the intent of being annoying, etc. etc.

his ~parents~ didn’t rly believe in modern medicine n they were just like ‘an apple a day keeps the doctor away!’ so he’s got this obsession w apples. literally is always chewing on an apple or a toothpick or anything he can get his hands on. he’s like a teething toddler, essentially

probably the dumbass who plays wonderwall at a party tbh

okay but fun fact! he’s super nimble and just. cat-like, from all his yrs of practicing n performing tightrope walking. if he falls over it’s because he wants to fall over and if he falls over it’s bc he wants ATTENTION

he loves. being the center of attention? but he’s also content with being in the background if it makes sense. he just wants to be doing something, anything

anyways he doesn’t take shit seriously at all like, i don’t think he’s ever had a serious conversation in his life ?

big slut for parties. he loves partying, he nvr knew he loved partying until he went to ucla but he loves it

he’s got an addictive personality so like okay. he’s not Addicted Addicted to anything specific (besides nicotine) but he definitely has no problem with drinking n doing drugs Often.

i mean he’s reckless too he never knows when to stop, feels like he’s tryn to be the Superior boy but he’s not and he’s probably overcompensating nowadays to deal w the guilt of accidentally burning down his entire life

drives cars too fast, drinks too much, has no problem getting into heavier drugs

also okay on a lighter note the boy used to be addicted to cigarettes bc he started fairly young but hoo boy he’s now on that juul game

literally he always has a juul on him. spends all his money on juuls

he works as a florist n a gardener for extra cash even tho his bio parents send him money, just bc its one of the only things that really calm him down tbh ??

also i meant it when i said he doesnt tell ppl his real name, like, ever. at least his first name bc he loves his last name but ? u probably dont know him as benjamin or even benjy, just smth stupid like marcellus the magnificent or booboo the fool hahahsdfgh

did i mention he casually juggles bc i genuinely cannot remember lmao

uuuhh there’s more i’m sure but !! i have a really bad memory!

i also dunno if im keeping his fc but we will SEE

he’s basically like....still a five yr old child

OH okay so i remembered smth else

he’s essentially a nomad which means he hates being rooted to ucla so he’s usually off drivin’ around the coast bc he’s bored goddammit but he always comes back bc he’s a loyal dog

speaking of loyal dogs. he’s got commitment issues. but not commitment issues? it’s sort of like. he gets really interested in things/people, kind of focuses all his energy on that thing or person, and then one day wakes up and is just. terribly bored. tends to drop ppl like that, esp relationships, and he doesn’t think much of it bc it’s Normal for him

but believe it or not, if u call him in the middle of the night he WILL show up, or if u wrong him instead of him wronging u, he’ll still b endlessly loyal

like he’s shitty but he’s got a heart ?

also like i said. he is chaotically bi. both chaotic and bisexual and also the two combined.

he’s chaotic neutral in general

wanted connections ?? possibly ??

frat bros - [hulk hogan voice] brother. he needs them

general friends ! - if u dont hate him then u just. love him, man. no inbetween

exes - he’s probably got...a few of these, because his attention span lasts like a max of two weeks

hookups - they also dont tend to last very long just bc of how he is as a person, but y’know. they good while they last

ex-hookups, specifically

ex-friends - bc he’s an idiot

if u really want to u can bring in a circus pal but firstly idk how they’d afford school but honestly. we can work smth out. hmu [kissy face]

roommate - do they hate each other ?? who knows

bad influence - they only egg on benjy’s dumbass behavior

good influence - probably forces him to study for once, or take care of his dumb ass

idk what to call it but like. ppl who HE eggs on to be bad, is generally toxic to the other person

anything else u want [another kissy face]

[thenerdytomboynewb96]

Samantha Allan Park Ch. #22

Any references to TMNT or anything from popular media and culture is NOT MINE. I only own my OC's.

Chapter #22

*Sunday August 10th*

Raph was quickly and forcefully hitting the speed punching bag in his room. He had barely left his room since the incident unless it was for necessities like food. He was prepared to leave if one of his brothers called about another robbery or about any type of criminal activity that they could try to stop, but from what all the turtles knew, no serious crimes had been committed besides the robberies where Sam was involved. As soon as he even thought of her name and her face Raph instantly started growling and hitting the punching bag even quicker and harder. He was pissed at her for tricking him the way she had, and he was even more pissed at himself for falling for her tricks. Mikey had always been the soft-hearted member of the family who was vulnerable to tricks like these, yet he had allowed himself to fall victim to the girl’s lies as well. How could he be so stupid? How could he let her take advantage of him like that?! And why couldn’t he hit this bag with more power?!

Just then the small bag flew off the hinges and slammed into the wall. Now that he wasn’t punching the heck out of something, Raph started to calm himself down. It wasn’t until that moment that he had realized how loud and fast his breaths had become. He began to wonder how long he had sounded like this, but then just shrugged it off as he walked out of the room and across the living room to the circular opening near the dojo that had a bunch more workout equipment and supplies.

“You need another bag?” Came a voice from one of the tables at the eatery nearby. Raph looked over and saw their family friend April sitting down by herself. “Oh, hey” Raph said as he took yet another bag from the pack, and then shrugged his shoulder as he dropped that bag back into the packaging and then decided to take the pack of all ten to his room instead. “Yeah, these things must be getting lighter and lighter, they fly off the hinges and get messed up when they hit the wall.” “That or you’re getting stronger” April said, making a statement but making it obvious that she was questioning him and was curious as to why he was doing this in the way she said it. Raph just shrugged, acting like he had no idea what she was talking about. “So why are you out here all by yourself?” “Well, I came to check up on you guys after I heard what happened, but I can tell that no one really wants any company” she said as she stared down at the table. She wasn’t used to the lair being so quiet, or quiet at all really, so she wasn’t exactly sure what to do with herself. Raph grinned over at her and nodded his head for her to follow him, and with a small smile she did so. The two went back to Raph’s room where they both continued to talk about various different things. They both talked about the members of their family, what they had been up to lately, typical small talk. This continued on until Raph eventually knocked his third punching bag off of the hinges and into the wall. “Okay, I know you’re incredibly strong, but you NEVER destroy this huge number of punching bags in one day. What’s with the immense amount of strength being used today compared to usual?” April asked sternly but with concern. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” Raph said as he started setting up another bag. “Raph…” He could tell by her tone that she was really getting worried, so he dropped the bag and turned to make sure his door was shut before he stood and faced her. “Look, you know I won’t do anything, but please-” “You should know by now that I won’t tell anyone anything, and if you don’t know that then I’d feel extremely insulted. Just saying” April stated as she crossed her arms across her chest. Raph gave her a small smile before going back to his serious expression. “I don’t know how to explain it. I just…I keep thinking back to that night. It’s the same as when we first met her, I knew we never should have trusted her. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so betrayed in my entire life. I know I’m the hot head, but when…but when…” Raph hadn’t realized how worked up he was getting and how fast his temper was increasing, and this was just from thoughts of what had recently happened. “But when what happened?” April asked. Raph paced back and forth across the room as he spoke. “I kept hoping that it wasn’t her. I kept telling myself it wasn’t her, and when I pulled the mask of their leader, it was her! When we first met her, the second time she had ever stepped foot into our home, I got a bad vibe from her and knew that something was wrong about her. Ohhhh she did a good job at convincing all of us that she was this innocent girl who had been through tons of hardship from losing all of her family to the Foot, but all those bad vibes came back the moment I saw her face under the mask, literally and figuratively. I should have known better than to believe all her lies about her and her past and about her family.” “Is that what you said to her that night, that her past was a lie?” April asked in a concerned tone. Raph paused as he realized what he had just accidentally confessed to doing, but he knew he would have to come clean about everything that had happened that night eventually, and now seemed to be the time. “Yeah, I called her out on her bluffs. She had gone on with the act long enough, so I told her that I wasn’t taking her b.s. anymore. How could she say that she hated the Foot and feared them when she was wearing a leader’s armband? That’s proof that she had to have been a member for a long time in order to earn that” he stated as he shook his head the entire time. April sighed and hoped that Raph wouldn’t hate her for what she was about to say. “Raph, I know you don’t want to hear this, but everything Sam told you about her past was true.” Raph stopped walking and stood still. He turned towards April and shot her an angry look. “What?” “There’s a woman that I’m good friends with at my work and she’s the mother of Jay’s girlfriend, aka she’ll eventually be part of Sam’s family one day when Jay and his girlfriend get married. The woman’s name is Irma, and she’s told me about her future son in law’s past and about his family. I didn’t know that Sam was the girl in her stories until I met Sam the day you guys met her for the first time. But I’ve talked to Sam about it and confirmed that she was the girl that Irma talked about in the stories about Jay. So everything Sam has told you about the Foot killing off everyone except for her and Jay is accurate. Those weren’t lies, it was all the truth.” Raph clenched his fists as he heard this information. “Then why is she with them? It doesn’t make any sense! And those weren’t the only things she lied about, what about…” he trailed off as he looked down at the ground. “What’s wrong Raph?” April asked. This was the part that Raph was truly embarrassed about. “She…she was different that night, the night we caught her and brought her back from the initiation. The others went to go talk about how to handle the situation, and after her and I started arguing…she literally kicked me into the wall. And her eyes, her eyes are brown right?” he asked as he looked back up at the woman in front of him. April nodded. She was shocked to see him transition from his pissed off attitude to a more nervous one. “The white part of her eyes turned blue when she kicked me, and gusts of wind flew away from her. It was like she was possessed. Somehow she had this incredible strength, I mean she was stronger than me! But she didn’t look any different. There’s no way that she just magically became that strong within a few days, that doesn’t just happen to people.” “Raph, are you afraid of her?” April asked gently. She didn’t want him to feel offended, but his tone had become much more timid compared to his usual rough voice. “I don’t think so, but…I don’t know. I’m more angry than anything, but, but I thought we knew so much about her, and then she shows up like that. Nothing makes sense anymore. And then when we fought, she was so strong that she could have killed me. Mikey literally saved my life that night. I wasn’t even that scared when we fought Shredder. How did she become so strong? Was that something she kept from us? How much else has she kept from us? What if that wasn’t even the full extent to whatever powers she has?” “Do you think there was anything that might have set off her powers?” “What do you mean?” Raph asked. “You said you two were arguing, right? Maybe she had a trigger, like you accusing her of lying.” April then stood up and walked over to the turtle that towered over her, and she gave him a hug. He was a bit shocked, but he still hugged her back, and in the moment it actually felt nice. She then pulled back and looked up at him. “You have to put yourself in her shoes Raph. I know that’s the last thing you want to hear, but if someone had said you were lying about something serious about your family, don’t you think you might go berserk as well?” Raph paused, not wanting to answer the question. “I feel the same way as you in wondering how much she was and still is hiding from you guys, but something just doesn’t add up in the whole situation.” “Hmph, you should be telling all this to Mikey. He’s the one that’s still infatuated with her.” “That’s because Mikey is the only one who hasn’t given up hope yet.” Raph was speechless at that point. He knew April wasn’t wrong though. Raph knew that Leo and Donnie were on his side in never wanting to see Sam again, at least he thought they still felt that way, but Mikey still had all this faith that he would find Sam again and that she would talk to him. Raph slowly turned away from April. He grunted as he looked away and down at the floor. “I hear what you’re saying, but things will never be the same now, not after what she’s done. If she had something to tell us, then she should have told us. If all this is some crazy mixed up situation, then it shows how much she trusted us.” April sighed and went to exit the room. “If you want her out of your life, then you have that right. You experienced a situation with her that no one else will ever understand. But think of it this way, whatever her reasons were for joining the Foot, would you have really supported her to begin with, or would you have treated her the same way you did that night?” Raph paused, not moving and not saying anything, not sure how to respond. “I’m going to go check on your other brothers. Please, just don’t hurt yourself or do anything you’ll regret.” And with that April walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. Once the room was silent, Raph walked back over to his bed and laid down. He understood what April was saying, and being brutally honest he did regret saying what he had to Sam that night. He knew he had pushed the boundaries too far, but she still could have killed him. That was the first thing that he couldn’t get out of his head. The second was that she obviously didn’t trust them, so he would no longer trust her. She made it clear where all their relationships stood and that was something he would never forget. There were still so many secrets she was hiding from them and this infuriated Raph more than anything. After all the time they had all spent together, for his brothers to basically call Sam their sister, for all of that to happen just to find out that she was still sneaking around behind their backs and lying to them. He hadn’t realized how hard he was clenching his fists together until he was able to smell the blood that was coming from his palms. He sat up and walked to the entrance to the bathroom in the corner of his room and started washing his hands. “I don’t care anymore what her situation is or was, the girl is bad news. The fact that she’s getting me this worked up, she’s bad for my health, and I know she has everyone else all messed up as well. I hope we never see her again.” And these were Raph’s final thoughts before he went back to his bed and fell asleep from exhaustion after the non-stop workouts he had had from punching the speed bags over and over and over again.

­­­­­­­­­­­*In the lab*

Donnie kept furiously pacing back and forth in his laboratory. Usually just working on one of his multiple projects would calm him down and soon after things would be normal for him again and he could think clearly about whatever it was that had upset him in the first place, but this was a rare case. Nothing had ever upset him so much that even nerding out couldn’t help him think straight. His stress reliever was useless this time, and that began to make him even more upset. He was upset at how betrayed he felt but he was even more heated about the fact that he had been defeated. He knew that he and his brothers had won in the moment by stopping Sam from hurting Raph anymore than she already had, but he felt that they all were beaten in the game of reality. In Donnie’s eyes the worst part was that he wasn’t even sure what was and wasn’t true, so he wasn’t sure how much he had been crushed. Did she beat them a little to the point that it was like she had pushed their faces into the dirt, or were they buried underground from how much Sam had crushed them?

He slammed his hand down on the desk. He couldn’t believe that he who was the genius of the group had let someone toy with him as much as Sam had. He wanted to believe that she was telling the truth, but god she made things so difficult. Of course they would have helped her if she said that she had any reason where she needed to join the Foot…right? He thought about it and wondered how he and his brothers would have reacted if she had told them before that night, but now it didn’t matter since she went against any possibility that would have come from that decision, and obviously she didn’t want their help anyway or else she would have given them a chance and would have gone straight to them. That’s what family does, they rely on each other and help support each other no matter what, didn’t she know that?

Donnie slammed his fist down on the desk once again. “Obviously she doesn’t know that because she’s not our family! Family doesn’t betray each other the way she did! God what am I thinking?!” Donatello thought as he grabbed the sides of his head with his hands and continued to furiously walk bath and forth across the room. He kept wondering where he went wrong. Was hanging out with her at places like the museum going too far and letting her get to close to him? Or maybe helping her out during training sessions was letting her get to close? No, what if letting her into his lab, or even letting her visit the lair was where the lies and secrets began? Was any of what she had ever told them the truth? Was everything fake, or was it true? But then that didn’t explain why she had a leader’s armband which signified she had been a part of the Foot clan for a decent amount of time. None of it made sense. The only thing that made sense was that she had played them with her sob stories and had taken advantage of the friendship they had all shared and that she was planning something ten times worse than what had happened the other night, and that made Donnie furious.

He had become so livid that he stormed over to where his computer was and had pulled open a draw and yanked out a flash drive. It was going to be a surprise for Sam and Donnie thought that it would mean a lot to her, but now he wasn’t so sure. Nights before Sam had disappeared, Donnie had asked her if he could borrow the flash drive with all the pictures she had shown the boys on the night of her siblings anniversary, and before he had gotten to work he had asked Sam if she would be interested in him combining pictures of the two families so that even though they had never met, it would look like the two had grown up together. He reassured his friend that both the real and the edited pictures would be saved to the flash drive, and Donnie couldn’t recall a time where he had seen Sam any happier than after he had explained to her all the details of the project.

After he had picked up the drive, he clutched it in his hand and launched his arm backwards. He was ready to throw it and he wanted to so bad. This would both be him getting revenge on the girl for all that she had done to endanger his family, but it would also be a way for him to help wipe her clean from his memories. If there weren’t any more pictures for him to remember her by, then eventually she would be wiped from his memories as well. He stood there with his arm launched back…and he stood there…and continued to stand there until finally he gave up and tossed the drive back onto the table. He sighed as he plopped down in his swivel chair and put his hands behind his head that he now let carefully rest on the table.

“Hey” came a gentle voice from the doorway. Donnie moved his arms so that they were in his lap, but his head was still on the table as he turned it to face the person in the doorway. He saw April standing there with a concerned expression on her face. “Sorry if I’m barging in. The door was closed and I knocked a few times, but you never answered, so I slowly opened the door and walked in” she said softly. “Don’t worry its fine” he said as he sat up and nodded his head for her to come in. April closed the door and walked over to the bed that Donnie had in the corner of his lab. “So, you finally found a case you can’t crack?” April asked, trying to carefully cheer her friend up from his mental struggles, and she succeeded slightly. “Heh, yeah. Something like that” he said as he turned his head back the other way towards his desk. “Well, at least you’re not breaking things like the second oldest.” “He broke another bag?” he asked, the concern leading him to turn his head towards April again. “Man, those things aren’t easy to get ahold of” Donnie said as he rubbed the side of his head. “It’s gotten so bad that he took an entire pack of the bags to his room, and within the first 45 minutes of us talking he broke another 3” April said. “Ugh, well from now on he can go find new ones” Donnie groaned. “Everyone has their ways of coping, and his way is by physically letting out steam, and apparently he can only do so by breaking things” the woman said with a shrug. “At least his coping method is working” Donnie stated. April gave him a puzzled look. “You always build or fix something whenever you’re stressed. Isn’t that what you were doing with that flash drive? I assumed you were a bit distracted and had messed up somewhere and that’s why you were going to throw it against the wall, because it wasn’t perfect enough to meet your standards.” Donnie looked down at his hands as he answered. “It had pictures of Sam on it. I was working on a project for her. But it’s not needed anymore.” He looked off to the side as he finished speaking his thoughts. April wasn’t sure whether she should continue to question him or not, but she decided to give it a shot and see if it would help her friend out in anyway. “So did you want to destroy the flash drive to erase Sam from your life, or to get back at her?” “For both of those reasons honestly. I’m still cross about what she did to Raph, I mean jeez she literally could have killed him if Mikey hadn’t intervened. I don’t even know how she got that strong. How long has she been hiding that from us? Was having us train her just for show and really she could have beaten all of us to a pulp at any time? What’s even real anymore?” Donnie said, not realizing he was clenching his fists together while talking. “And that’s why you want to erase her, right? Because you guys all feel so betrayed?” April asked softly. “Not just betrayed, or at least I feel more than just that. I feel like a complete idiot for letting her into my life. I’m frustrated from the fact that I let someone get close to me that I fell into their trap. I’m supposed to be the genius of the family and know the outcome of anything that we gamble with, and I was wrong. Usually I can tell what’s really happening behind the scenes and for the first time I couldn’t see through the cracks. She took me to the Natural History Museum, did I ever tell you that?” April shook her head. “Well she did. I let her talk me into it and we went to a few other places that were similar to that nature. She played me and I NEVER let people play me like that because I can tell what they’re up to. She did what she needed to get past me and she succeeded. I can’t believe it, and because I fell into her trap I gave her the chance to harm my family.” Donnie shook his head, making it known how ashamed he was in himself. April hated seeing the guys this way. She hated seeing Raph so lost in his fear and worry about the way Sam had treated them, and she hated seeing Donnie seem so broken and defeated from not being able to read Sam’s thoughts and actions beforehand. “If it means anything, I can confirm some of what you’re worrying about” April stated. Donnie looked her straight in the eye. “How?” “There’s a woman that I’m good friends with at my work and she’s the mother of Jay’s girlfriend, aka she’ll eventually be part of Sam’s family one day when Jay and his girlfriend get married. The woman’s name is Irma, and she’s told me about her future son in law’s past and about his family. I didn’t know that Sam was the girl in her stories until I met Sam the day you guys met her for the first time. But I’ve talked to Sam about it and confirmed that she was the girl that Irma talked about in the stories about Jay. So everything Sam has told you about the Foot killing off everyone except for her and Jay is accurate. Those weren’t lies, it was all the truth.” Donnie’s jaw dropped a bit after hearing what April had to say. “But, if all that she said about her siblings was true, then why would she be with the Foot? It just doesn’t make sense, nothing makes sense” he said as he grabbed the sides of his head in frustration again. “Sadly I don’t have any answers to that part. I don’t know anything about her powers either. Something seems off about this whole situation, but I get the feeling that you don’t want to go into depth about all the possibilities just yet” April said with a small smile. Donnie returned the expression. “Not just yet, the wounds are still too fresh. Maybe when I’m able to work on some type of project again then I’ll talk more about it. But I really don’t want to keep talking about her, it just makes me angrier. Heh, I sound like Raph, don’t I?” he said with a light chuckle, proving that talking to the woman had somewhat helped him feel better for the time being. “At least you’re willing to talk about it one day and figure out what’s going on. Apparently Raph is set on keeping her out of his and the rest of your lives” she said with in a sorrowful tone. “Well, that’s how he wanted things to be the first time around, yet he opened up to her to. I have a feeling we’re all eventually going to look into what happened, but only when the time is right. I think we’ll still need a long time to get over the damage that’s already been done.” April walked over and put her hand on her friends shoulder. “I understand, and I can’t imagine how you guys are feeling right now.” Donnie looked up and smiled at her as he placed his hand over the woman’s that had been placed on his shoulder. “Thanks April.” “It’s what family’s for. Oh, and if you ever get your nerd funk back, let me know. My lab top has been acting weird and I could use some assistance” she said as she clasped her hands together in front of her lips to thank him ahead of time. For the first time in days Donnie displayed a teeth filled smile as he replied. “Yeah, I’ll let you know.” With that, April exited the room and made sure to shut the door behind her.

Donnie looked back down and then picked up the flash drive. He still felt the urge to just throw it in the trash and get rid of it, but at the same time he agreed with April in feeling like something just wasn’t right about this whole situation. He thought over every possible scenario and wondered which of the hundreds he came up with could have possibly been the correct one. He let out a long sigh as he stood up and walked the drive back to its spot in the drawer. As upset as he was about everything that happened, he still had a small bit of hope that maybe everything was just a huge misunderstanding. The percent chance that this was a misunderstanding was very low, but it wasn’t at 0% yet, so he decided to hang on to the drive until proof and evidence was able to sway his final decision.

*Living room of the lair*

Leo was sitting in front of the television, but he was doing so just for the white noise. If someone had walked in and asked what he had been watching then he would have had no idea what to tell them. This had become a normal routine for him. He would just sit somewhere and stare off into space and listen to nothing but his thoughts until someone or something had awakened him from his daydreams.

He just couldn’t escape from what he had seen days earlier, and he knew that all his brothers had similar feelings about the events that had taken place that night as well. He could sense that Raph felt anger but also fear from what he had experienced, Donnie felt frustrated and defeated in not being able to sense these events coming ahead of time, Mikey felt regret and sorrow for not being able to make the situation better, and Leo himself felt more confused than anything, especially after what he had just learned. He wasn’t sure where this conversation took place, but while he was in his room he had received a call from April and heard her talking to Raph. That’s when he heard her talk about the woman named Irma from her work and what she had to say about Sam’s past. And then there was Raph’s confession about what he had said to Sam, and Leo still wasn’t sure what to make of that, but he would deal with that at a better and more appropriate time. He assumed that April had butt dialed them since she never acknowledged Leo in the call, and he knew that Mikey must have been a part of the butt dial as well since the youngest brother had stormed away as Leo went to walk over to the couch where Mikey had been sitting.

This information definitely brought a huge amount of questions into play. If what Sam had said about her past was true, then why was she with the Foot? This was the biggest question of all and of course all of the brothers wanted to know the answer, but right now only one of them was ready to search for that answer, and that one was about to walk by right now.

Leo wouldn’t have noticed him if it wasn’t for how loud his footsteps were, but because of the volume coming from how he walked Leo had sensed Mikey walk past the screen in front of him. Leo stood up. “Where are you going?” he asked with strict concern as he picked up on his brother’s angered expression. “Same place as usual” Mikey replied in a nasty tone, not once looking at his older brother. Leo disliked the way his brother spoke, but he made sure to keep himself calm since he knew his brother only replied this way because of how much pain he was in. “Mikey stop.” “Why?” Mikey asked as he deadpanned and stared his brother right in the eye as he stood by the exit way from the lair. “My best friend could be in danger and if she returns home then maybe I can talk her out of returning to the Foot clan.” “We don’t know her reasoning for joining Mikey and we don’t know if-” “If what? If she’s plotting to attack us? I’m not that stupid Leo. I know that if she was truly trying to harm us then the Foot would have found us already. We’d be bruised and bloody from some type of attack if they knew our location. Hell, Sachs talked to April for a few minutes and within those couple hours later our home was destroyed, so why would he now be kind enough to give us 5 days to prepare for him? Why would he make us wait?” Leo paused. He was shocked at how much his baby brother, the goofball of the family, had thought about this. While the rest of the brothers were to hurt to think further into what had happened, Mikey was already thinking about what was going on and was looking for answers to what had already happened. “Even so, we still don’t understand everything.” “What else is there to not understand and question?” “How about the fact that she had monstrous strength that almost killed your brother?” Leo asked, unintentionally shoving the nasty tone back at his brother. However, this did get Mikey to settle down some as he realized that Leo was right. “Still,” the youngest stated softly yet sternly, “something isn’t right. I’m outraged from the fact that Raph could allow himself to say something so cruel to Sam, but Raph had treated her like shit when they first met as well and she never responded by treating him like that, she would never mean to kill…” he paused as he tried to fight himself from getting emotional, “she would never purposefully do that.” “Mikey,” Leo said in a softened tone, “there’s a chance that everything we knew about Sam is wrong. We don’t know what was and what wasn’t a lie and what else she has hidden completely from us.” “I know you got that call to Leo, and you know that what she said about her family is the truth.” “That’s one thing out of many things Mikey. We don’t know about where her powers came from and if us training her was just and act or not, we don’t know if she truly was alone or if she had others watching and spying on us, we don’t if her interests are real or if she pretended to like things we did just to get close to us or not, and we still don’t know her official reasons for joining the Foot.” “And that’s why I’m going to question her once I see her again. I’ll be the one to get answers while the rest of you just hang out here” Mikey said as he began to turn and walk away. “You think we don’t want answers? Do you honestly think we’re okay with what happened and are just moving on like nothing happened?” Now Leo’s blood was beginning to boil a bit. “For people that want answers, none of you are doing anything but lying around!” Mikey shouted. “Maybe the wounds are still too fresh and deep for some people to treat them yet” came a softer voice on the other side of the room. The two turned to see April exiting their brother’s lab space and walk over towards where they were standing. “At least, that’s how Donnie said he felt about the situation.” Leo was a bit shocked to see April leaving from Donnie’s lab since he thought she was still with Raph. Knowing her, she probably saw him spacing out and decided to talk to Donnie first. As Leo realized how bad his thoughts were controlling his sensory skills, he made sure to continue on with the conversation and try to calm his brother down as best as he could. “See?” Leo said, “Donnie is curious as to how things got this way as well, but it’s too soon to look into it Mikey.” Mikey bit his lip to prevent himself from losing control and saying something he would regret. “Fine. You guys take your good old time and figure out things your way when you’re ready, but I’m still leaving.” “And what will you do if you find out that you’re the one that’s been wrong this entire time? That everything we thought and hoped was true was nothing but a lie?” Mikey paused briefly before answering. “I’ll deal with that when the time comes. Until then, I’m going to wait for my best friend to come back so I can help her and get the answers that I’ve been waiting for.” And with that, Mikey continued on his way up to the surface by his friend’s apartment building.

April sat on the couch. “I guess that’s his way of coping?” Leo closed his eyes as he sat down and leaned back into the couch. “Yup. He goes up to her room and waits for her until the sun comes up, hoping she’ll return for something and that he can talk to her then.” “I guess you guys don’t like that?” April asked as she put a pillow behind her back and leaned back against the arm of the couch as she also kicked her feet up onto Leo’s lap. “Yes and no. We didn’t mind him doing it for a couple of days to cope with losing his best friend, but we didn’t expect him to go there every night. I would have been really upset if he had ignored our calls if we needed him to help us catch criminals, but that’s the strange thing. Besides for that one robbery, there hasn’t been any real criminal activity for the past ten days.” April titled her head in confusion. “Do you think the Foot are planning something?” “I don’t know, and sadly none of us have really been looking ahead for signs of any deadly plans like when Sachs and Shredder tried to take down New York last year. Knowing Mikey is away every night makes me worry even more. What if she really is plotting something and he’s the bait? Like, say she attacks him when he’s in the room with her? Or she talks and convinces him to follow her to headquarters and they capture him there? They know we’ll come after them to save Mikey and that could easily lead to all of us getting caught and killed. Maybe that’s why nothing has been happening. What if they’re waiting for us to come to them rather than them coming to us?” “Alright calm down” April said. “I’m worried about him to, but he just proved to you that he’s smarter in these type of situations than any of us realized. He knows better than to go to headquarters without you guys.” “He’s done it before. WITH SAM. Crap, what if that day she was trying to capture him then?” Leo remarked, his eyes going wide at the thought. “Nooooo, because from what I was told of that day, the only reason he went was because they were sneaking around and listening in on Shredder’s plans, and then when things went sour Sam helped him to escape, and then eventually she helped all of you guys escape.” Leo paused as April’s words washed over him. “You’re right, that’s all true. Ugh then what the hell is she doing?” he asked as he rubbed his hands down his face in exhaustion. “It looks like you’re closer to where Mikey’s mind is than you are to the others” April said with a small smile. Leo sighed. “I’m still just as pissed as Raph and Donnie are, but I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want to hunt her down and figure out what the heck is going on. I so badly want to believe that this is all a huge misunderstanding, but at the same time I’m so confused about what we do and don’t know that I’m worried about how everything could go wrong, and how quick it could go wrong. I’m stuck in the middle. I want answers as badly as Mikey does, but I still feel the same amount of fear and pain as Raph and Donnie do to want to wait before trying to confront her.”

April put a hand on Leo’s shoulder. “I definitely think that everyone should do their part in trying to figure out what happened to Sam and learning the real truth, but there’s nothing wrong in waiting a bit longer to do so, especially after what she did to Raph. All of you are filled with fear for your own reasons: you fear what could result from all of this, Raph is afraid of the power that almost killed him, Donnie is frightened by the fact that someone may have outsmarted him when it comes to mind games and manipulating people, and Mikey is terrified of what could be happening to his best friend at this very moment. Each of you is experiencing thoughts and feelings that in some ways are similar to the others, yet are also different based on the ways that you each knew and interacted with Sam, including that final time you all spoke with her. Because of this, it’s understandable that you’re not all ready to face her just yet, and some space between you all might be best so that you can all act rationally when you do finally see her again. Mikey wanting to confront her so soon just defines how he knew Sam and what type of emotions he’s feeling right this moment.”   Leo gave his friend a small smile. “You should really write a book one day, you’re good at explaining things.” “Well that’s what four years of journalism does to a person” she joked. “Thanks April. This really helps.” “That’s what I’m here for. I help with your people problems that you guys are newbs at understanding” she said as she stood up. “Let me know when you guys are ready to start hunting down Sam and I’ll let you know what I’ve found by then.” Leo squinted his eyes at her. “What are you going to do?” he asked with concern. “I’m going to talk to Irma some more and find out what else she knows about Sam’s situation.” “But you’re going to do that tomorrow,” Leo said as he stood up next to her, “because it’s late and you should be heading home now.” April rolled her eyes. “You know I’m older than you right? As in I can tell you to stay home and you’d have to listen to your elder.” “Well when you become a giant mutant who can defend them self from being picked up and carried around by others then I’ll leave you alone” he said with a triumphant smile. April put her hands up in defense. “Alright, alright no one needs to be picked up. I can walk, and I’m walking now.” “I’ll walk with you” Leo said.

After Leo had made sure that April arrived home safely, he began to think about what she had said about them all looking for Sam on their own time. He knew that his confusion was leading to curiosity, and he knew that this curiosity was beginning to override his other thoughts and emotions about the whole situation. He decided that he wasn’t emotionally ready to search for Sam tonight, but even when he was ready, he thought it would be best to keep this to himself for a little while until all his brothers were ready to look for Sam. Mikey would rush into things too quickly, and rushing the others would just lead to more arguing and chaos. So, after spending some time that night meditating on it, maybe he’d be ready to look for her tomorrow night, alone.

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oh yes he was doing this to protect her from olivia all along what a swell guy

Alexis: If you -- If you hurt me, it'll just make it worse for you.

Julian: [Laughs] How could it possibly get worse, Alexis? You've already destroyed what we had. I mean, I would have -- I would have saved you from that prison because I loved you. I mean, I managed -- [Sighs] I managed to pull the only piece of physical evidence that they had against you from the PD. I did that for you, because you were my wife, and what did you do for your husband? You wore a wire, and you got me to confess... When all I ever did for you was try to change, Alexis. I mean, I -- I gave you my heart...my life. I -- I gave you all my love.

Alexis: If -- If you...love me... ...if you've ever loved me, please, please, please don't do this.

Julian: No, no, no, no. Alexis... Alexis, I loved you, and you betrayed me, so now you're gonna die... by the same knife that Helena used to kill your mother. [Chuckling] I mean, isn't -- It's so morbid, isn't it? I told you it was morbid. I told you to get rid of the knife the day you brought it home, and what did you do? You didn't listen to me, did you? No, because you know better. You always know better, Alexis, and that's why -- that's why you trusted the cops over your husband. So now you're gonna die because -- because you just couldn't love me enough.

Alexis: When they find me dead, they're gonna arrest you. Anna, Jordan, and Paul -- they heard the confession. It's an open-and-shut case.

Julian: No, Alexis, they're not gonna find your body. They're not gonna find your body.

Alexis: [Gasps] [Crying] Sam. What about our daughter? Please don't do this to our daughter. Please.

Julian: Sweetheart, shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. I'm not gonna tell Sam anything. It's okay. But I will tell you this. You set the wheels in motion for this. You did. I mean, if you would have just believed in me like you promised you would at our wedding, you would be free, I would be free, we [Sighs] -- we would all be free, okay, sweetheart? Here's what's gonna happen next, okay? We have to take the next step. We do. You left me no choice, Alexis.

lovely highlights from when julian tried to kill alexis. my favorite part is how he claims it’s her fault for not loving him enough.

some gems from before he tried to murder her:

Alexis: No. But I understand that trust has been broken on both sides.

Julian: Well, that's why I'm here. All I want is to... repair the damage we've both done to our relationship.

Jordan: How does she not punch him in the face?

had to include Jordan’s comment bc true

Alexis: Even when you found out that I hung on to the bloody shirt?

Julian: Yeah, well, I was a little bit angry and disappointed that you broke my trust, but, Alexis, I love you, okay? I always will.

Julian: You know, Alexis said some pretty horrible things to me, about me, but you know what's crazy is that all it would take is one word, one gesture, and I would... I would go running back. 

Julian: What, because you've never lied to me?

Alexis: Oh, now I'm the liar?

Julian: Well, there is the question of that shirt that you were supposed to destroy, and you ended up keeping it instead.

Alexis: Ah, yeah, right. Got me on that one. What else? Nothing. That's what I thought.

Julian: Okay, we--

Alexis: So let's just move on to your lies, shall we? And all the promises that you broke.

Julian: As I was saying, we've both done a lot of things to damage the trust between us, so we need to start... rebuilding it.

Julian: This could be a life-altering moment for the both of us, so if I knew without a shadow of a doubt that you were having my child...

Alexis: What would change?

Julian: Well, it might give me incentive to keep you out of prison. Or I might be willing to do things I might, uh, not otherwise be willing to do. Prove to me that we're having another child together... ...changes everything.

Julian: Jurors are -- are sympathetic to pregnant women. This could totally work to your advantage.

Alexis: Oh, now you're helping with my defense strategy? I don't need your help.

Julian: Come on, Alexis, your -- your trial is weeks away. I mean, Diane has plenty of time to poke holes in their case, and, of course, I will assist in any way I can.

Alexis: Any way but confessing. You're a real peach, Julian. I'm gonna be sick. And it's not because I'm pregnant, it's because of you.

Julian: Alexis... our baby... our baby was conceived in love. Your being pregnant is a sign.

Alexis: [Chuckles] Of what?

Julian: We're still connected. We always will be. Get some rest. 

this being of course after he thinks she’s pregnant. he’s still going to let her go to trial for a crime he committed what a peach 

Alexis: Why would I want my child anywhere near someone who lets someone take a fall for a murder they committed?

Julian: Come on, Alexis. Diane is gonna get you off. You're not gonna serve 20 minutes, much less 20 years.

Alexis: I've already spent 24 hours, so your -- your 20 minutes sailed by long ago! And you know what else? I shouldn't have spent one second in there for what you did, and you could have cleaned it up.

Julian: How far along are you?

Alexis: We're not having this conversation. Get out.

Julian: I'm not going anywhere.

Alexis: Yes, you are!

Julian: Alexis, we need to make plans.

Alexis: We do?

Julian: Yes!

Alexis: Do we?! Do we need to make some plans? Really? What kind of plans, Julian? Like how I'm gonna arrange for my prenatal care when I'm incarcerated or how you're gonna raise the child? Because my plans don't involve any of those things, nor do they involve any of you.

Julian: What are you saying?

Alexis: What is unclear about this?

Julian: Okay, if you're gonna get rid of the baby, because you're angry at me...

Alexis: There are so many things wrong with what you just said, I don't even know where to begin. Let me just start with "because I'm angry with you." I'm not angry with you, Julian. You didn't forget to take out the trash. You betrayed me!

Julian: That's not what happened.

Alexis: You married me under false pretenses!

Julian: What?

Alexis: You said you would get out of the mob, when you didn't.

Julian: I did get out!

Alexis: Leaving organized crime for the duration of my wedding ceremony is not getting out! Anyway, you're still in --

Julian: Alexis --

Alexis: So what difference does it make?

Julian: Alexis, please.

Alexis: Second of all, I'm not thinking of getting rid of this baby. I'm thinking of how I will keep this baby away from you. I will fight you in court and make sure that Sam or someone else that I trust has custody of this baby. Actually, you better make sure that somebody kills me in prison. Seriously. Because I will never allow my child anywhere near you!

Julian: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I would never hurt you.

Alexis: You're hurting me now! You've done nothing but hurt me! You've hurt our family, you hurt everybody, and there doesn't seem to be any sign of it stopping!

Julian: Shh. You need to calm down.

Alexis: No, I'm not gonna calm down. Why should I?

Julian: Well, for the baby's sake --

Alexis: No! Don't you... ever mention this baby again. These last words that we've just uttered will be the last ones that we talk about when it comes to this baby. You may not be punished for what you did, and I may spend the rest of my life in prison, but I promise you -- I promise you -- that you will never, ever get anywhere near this child!

Julian: I can't believe all of this anger and hate coming out of what should be an amazing moment.

Alexis: I wonder why.

Julian: Alexis, you're having our baby, okay? And all you can talk about right now is how you're gonna keep me away from my own child?

Alexis: I'm going to prison because of you! I-I don't understand how that doesn't register in you. But, then again, you don't take responsibility for your messes anyway. You don't even do your own dirty work. You had Carlos kill Duke. And anyway, who cares? What does this even matter? Because we're done here.

Julian: We are not done! No, we're not! Alexis, we're not done, because despite -- despite everything that's happened between us, I-I-I love you.

Sonny: Alexis, please. Explain to me. What's he doing here?!

Julian: Alexis doesn't owe you any answers. You see, I'm her husband.

Hallucination Carlos: It's fate. She's out of jail. You two are all alone. It's the perfect opportunity to rid yourself of the one person who could send you to prison for the rest of your life. Kill her. Kill her now.

Julian: Well, I knew the, uh, I knew the court would go easy on you. If I would have been arrested, I probably would have been forced to stay in jail until my trial.

Alexis: Probably.

Julian: Well, I at least wish you would have let me know about your arraignment. You know, I could have been there to support you, to post bail for you.

Hallucination Carlos: Now, you -- you need to make her death look accidental. Poison, maybe. Antifreeze, drain opener, oven cleaner. I don't know. She's already sick. Just make her sicker.

Hallucination Carlos: One little slip in the bath water. No one will ever know. You'll grieve for a while. But then you'll be free. You'll have your children -- Sam, Lucas, little Leo. You'll have your life.

Julian: I don't feel guilty, okay? Just the opposite. You're the reason I am in this position.

H Carlos: I'm not the one who almost ratted you out to the police. Dead men tell no tales, right? No. It's my former attorney, a.k.a. your wife, you need to worry about, considering Alexis got arrested for something you did.

Julian: If she would just -- If she would just let me explain --

H Carlos:  Are you serious? She is furious at you. You are so lucky she was handcuffed to that table in the interrogation room.

Julian: Just shut up, Carlos. Just shut up!

H Carlos: No, no, amigo. You need to listen to me. Your wife could very well turn you in. You made the mistake of falling in love. And now it's come back to haunt you.

Julian: Look, Alexis wants me to turn myself in for murder. She knows what I did. She has the proof. I mean, she has me backed up into a corner, and I-I-I just don't see a way out.

H Carlos: You don't? Julian, my friend, there's always a way out. Never say never, my friend.

Julian: No, no, no, no. No, because that is not an option.

H Carlos: Oh, it's always been an option. You've just been too weak to see it.

Julian: Well, I won't hurt Alexis.

H Carlos: Can't or won't?

Julian: Alexis is my wife! We were married barely six months ago! I-I took vows with her!

H Carlos: Well, some promises we can't keep.

Julian: Okay, Carlos. She is the mother of my child. She's my wife, okay? She -- She loves me unconditionally.

H Carlos: Really?

Julian: Yeah.

H Carlos: Unconditionally? Because all I see is a once strong and powerful man reduced to a lapdog! You do tricks for her. You come when you're called. But the second you step out of line, she threatens to leave your punk ass.

Julian: Yeah, well, we're working through that.

H Carlos: There's nothing left to work through. Alexis is gonna throw you to the wolves to save herself.

oh wow, nothing to do with olivia! 

H Carlos: All this talk about changing your life, living for love -- That was just talk. First chance you got, you ran back to the organization.

Julian: Well, I had to go back! Ava was in trouble!

H Carlos: You don't have to lie to a dead man. You went back because that's who you are. You love it. You love giving the orders. You love the power. You love breaking the law, getting away with it. Come on. You don't want a quiet life with a lawyer wife. You want to keep right on doing what you're doing. That's why you got rid of me. 'Cause I got in the way. I could have testified against you, so you murdered me.

Julian: No, no, no. No, no, no! No.

H Carlos: But you pushed Alexis too far this time. She let you maneuver her into keeping quiet about Duke's murder, but she can't live with mine. So now you have a dilemma. How do you shut her up? Who am I kidding? You know exactly how to shut her up. After all, you had no trouble killing me when I became inconvenient.

still nothing to do with olivia!

there are some from after the attempted murder but i think this is enough to speak for itself

there’s no retconning or whitewashing what julian did. not only did he try to kill her but his behavior towards her even before that was atrocious and made me extremely uncomfortable. he became emotionally abusive towards her. he tried to make it like she shared an equal amount of blame for damaging their relationship, when it was on him and him alone when he murdered someone using her dagger and let her take the fall for it. then he just completely blamed her entirely at the docks bc she didn’t love him enough ha !! 

nothing he did here had anything to do with protecting alexis from olivia. it was entirely about julian protecting himself and the narrative at the time was very clear about it. 

even if they tried to excuse the attempted murder they cannot excuse the way he treated her. 

almost forgot to credit http://tvmegasite.net/day/gh/transcripts.shtml for the transcripts (which i tweaked a bit here and there for my purposes)