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Can't really comprehend what's going on right now still a little drunk
#drunkguy#is that anything?#im not kidding i had a single drink over a period of more than an hour and i still got so drunk im like#i almost fell in the ice cream shop#i was crying laughing listening to kidz bop montero#im mostly sober now but my brains still fuzzy abd im also#reaaaallly tired so guy i guess#alcohol mention
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Burned
What if the Hunters from Season 3 ep 1 actually managed to brand Hiccup? I wrote a small thing about it!
encourged by @evilwriter37 to do this, I hope you like it!
A scream echoed through the island, a horrific pained scream, as a hot iron was pushed into Hiccup's cheek. Permanently etching the Dragon Hunter's symbol into the skin of his face.
The hunters laughed cruelly as they dropped Hiccup, who collapsed the second he was released. He wanted to cover the burn, but even the slightest touch caused him untold pain. He curled around himself, trying to force himself to work through the pain, but it was all he could focus on.
"Hiccup!" Dagur shouted trying to pull his arms free from the hunter's grasp, "Let me go, if you know what's good for you!" He growled through gritted teeth.
A hunter stood over Hiccup, he raised his mace over the shaking rider, "If you want ta help 'im so badly, you'll tell us where that Nightfury is!"
Dagur glared hard at them, but softened when he saw Hiccup. Neither option was good. Give up Toothless, or watch as Hiccup's beaten. Dagur looked away, squeezing his eyes shut as he spoke.
"Fine. I'll take you there."
The hunter's laughed again as they let Dagur go, incorrectly assuming that they'd won. As he passed Hiccup, Dagur looked down at him, even through his pain, Hiccup managed a fierce and angry glare at him. Dagur only managed to look apologetic.
Thinking he'd be no trouble now, the hunters left Hiccup behind, all stalking after Dagur. When he figured he was safe enough, Dagur turned back, ripping the weapon from the nearest hunter's hand as he started his attack.
Hiccup heard the commotion in the distance as he stumbled up to his feet, a hundred different curses were swarming through his mind as he tried to find anything to alleviate the pain from his burn. He bent down by a water bucket and looked in, seeing his own reflection in the water.
His stomach turned as he saw the insignia, a steering bright red that looked as if it'd never fade away. He squeezed his eyes closed as he cupped water in his hands and pressed it against the burn, stifling his pained screams by biting down on his own arm.
It barely helped.
Dagur hurried to his side, "Come on!" He pulled Hiccup up by his arms, "We need to go before they get help!"
"Toothless he-" Hiccup tried to force himself out of Dagur's grip, but was unsuccessful.
"He's fine! I just know it!" Dagur practically dragged Hiccup along back to the cave they'd left Toothless in.
The dragon opened his eyes when he heard the approaching pair, he still felt a bit ill, but he didn't care once he saw Hiccup. Toothless pushed himself to his feet, rushing to Hiccup's side.
"You're okay…" Hiccup gasped, he felt a bit guilty for going after Dagur the way he did. Toothless pushed his head into Hiccup's hands, cooing worriedly.
"No time! Remember? The hunters?" Dagur pushed Hiccup onto Toothless' back, before climbing up after him, "Let's go!"
Hiccup took a deep breath, before hooking his leg into the stirrup. Maybe focusing on flying would distract him from the pain. The cool winds certainly helped a bit.
By the time they'd landed on Dragon's Edge, the other riders had been preparing to go searching for their missing friend. Hiccup was rushed by his friends the second they hit the ground.
"Hiccup!" Astrid pulled him off of Toothless’ back, holding him in her arms, "Oh, thank Thor you're okay!"
Hiccup hissed in pain when his cheek touched hers, "only- only partly okay…" he pushed off her, the branding now being obvious to everyone.
"What happened…?" Astrid asked as he carefully cupped Hiccup's face, her hands avoiding the horrid burn, as she tried to get a better look at it.
"Dragon Hunters happened." Dagur answered for him, "As usual, they wanted Toothless, but he didn't give in! Not my little brother!" He placed a hand on Hiccup's shoulder, trying very hard to look supportive. Almost forgetting that the Dragon Riders weren't his allies.
Astrid pulled Hiccup in closer, pulling out her axe and aiming it right at Dagur, the other Dragon Riders, and their dragons, jumped to Hiccup's defense. Hiccup just sighed, his unburnt cheek resting in Astrid's hand.
"Dragon Hunters, huh?" Snotlout sneered, "I bet you had something to do with this!"
"Yeah! Tell us the truth you, liar-liar pants on… whatever!" Tuffnut yelled, slightly losing his train of thought.
"Guys." Hiccup was basically accepting being held at this point, he was very tired and in too much pain to really care, "Dagur saved me and Toothless' life. If it wasn't for him, I'd have a lot worse than… this…" he motioned vaguely to the scar. His friends all hesitated, but lowered their weapons as Hiccup's request.
"If he does anything, anything at all! To prove you wrong, Hiccup. Then we'll throw him out ourselves." Fishlegs reassured Hiccup.
Astrid led Hiccup to the table of the clubhouse and sat him down, before going to look for any medical supplies they had on hand.
Dagur watched from the doorway as Hiccup was bandaged up by her, all of his friends standing close by for support. All of their faces mixed with grief and concern.
"You should probably tell Stoick before you see him again." Ruffnut suggested, "Otherwise you're reaaaallly gonna freak him out."
"It'll- ow- it'll freak him out no matter what." Hiccup had his head tilted up while Astrid carefully rubbed some burn cream (made by Gothi for Snotlout's many burns thanks to Hookfang flaming up while Snotlout was riding him) onto his cheek.
"Knowing your dad," Dagur spoke up, "he'll probably chase those hunters down and kill them himself." The Dragon Rider's all gave various nods of agreement.
"Surprised you didn't kill them… You sounded pretty angry…" Hiccup managed one tired smile, "Dagur... thanks… I don't know if we would have made it out of there if it wasn't for you… brother."
Dagur gasped quietly, "You called me brother! And you weren't even taunting me!"
Astrid finished up bandaging Hiccup's face, sighing as she rested her hand on his back, "I'm guessing we're gonna have to deal with him for a little while longer, hm?"
"I uh, kinda owe him…" Hiccup kept his smile as he leaned onto her. Perhaps having him around wouldn't be so bad.
#how to train your dragon#httyd#httyd writing#race to the edge#httyd rtte#hiccup horrendous haddock the 3rd#writing#my writing#httyd fic#my fiction#burn
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WVL - Chapter One - Maple Sugar
((A/N: the dashes --- indicate a change in time or perspective. Also this first chapter is reaaaallly long, the story was split up how it seemed it should naturally))
BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ
Abby groaned, flipping over in the bed that she shared with her best friend, Sam. Well, they weren't exactly best friends, more like sisters. She reached over to grab her vibrating phone, and turned off the alarm. It was time for her to go to her first job, a part-time journalist for the Boston Globe. It wasn't that big of a status, but it paid well.
So Abby got up and put on her red-brown glasses, being careful not to wake Sam. Throwing her long brown hair up in a ponytail, she dressed into some dark jeans, a green long-sleeved shirt, and lastly a pair of over-sized black converse she had gotten from charity. They were men's size, but as long as she tied them up tight enough, they were fine. Plus, they were cute.
Abby then walked into the kitchen, grabbed some eggs from the fridge, and began to make an omelette for Sam and herself. She had practically forced vegetarianism upon her, because it was healthier and generally cheaper, so really the only protein they got were eggs, nuts, and beans.
A little while after cooking and eating, she left, putting on her expensive white petticoat she had left from her mother's belongings. She also grabbed her father's old camera, her purse, her press badge, and her notebook on her way out.
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Sam awoke to the smell of cooked eggs, and pulled her tired body out of bed. She slid her feet into her fuzzy tan slippers, and rubbed her arms to keep warm. It was chilly this morning, with Autumn creeping in. Upon the table in their tiny kitchen, was an omelet, still warm, resting on a small white plate. Sam licked her lips, knowing Abby had made it for her before she left. How sweet.
Getting a fork out of the drawer under the microwave, Sam also poured herself a glass of orange juice. She sat down at her normal spot, facing the window that overlooked the city. As she dined on the meatless breakfast that her best friend made, she thought over what she needed to do today. Shopping was the main priority. They needed more fruit.
As much as Sam did love all the healthy alternatives she'd converted to, she did occasionally miss having meat. Not enough to turn back though, veggie burgers were good too.
Finished with her food, Sam dabbed her face with a napkin, and stood to rinse her dish.
Next step was changing her clothes: a large red sweater with black leggings. Her hair cut off at the shoulders, just barely brushing the shirt. She'd straightened it the night before, and brushed through it this morning. Lastly, she drew a thin layer of eye liner in her top lid, and some mascara on her lashes. It seemed as though her little freckled face lit up when she looked at herself in the mirror, ready for the day.
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Abby on the other hand, she wasn't wearing any makeup.
She was walking towards her office building, taking some shortcuts along alleyways she knew, since they didn't have a car. It also wasn't that much use to get a cab, too much money and not that far away. So walking to work was a great way to get exercise.
Only a few things were on Abby's mind as she hiked along, mainly wondering about the universe. Ever since the events in New York a few years ago, there was no denying aliens existed, no matter how hard the government tried to cover it up. The same went for what had been happening in London the last decade. Her whole life Abby believed in other worlds, even just for the sake of believing. But for now, everything was quiet. Most decided to just forget about it, just be wary, but Abby didn't want to do that.
So she was thinking about other life, about the impossible universe, when she suddenly smacked face-first into something. Letting out a groan, she took a step back and rubbed her nose. "Why do I always do that?" she muttered to herself.
She always had her head in the clouds, and was usually clumsy. But not this clumsy. She had run into a big blue box, about the size of a telephone booth you see in England, but without the glass; it was solid and wooden. How Abby missed it, she didn't know.
But she became curious, and began to inspect it. At the top, it said POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX in big letters. She saw two windows at the top and wooden panels running down it.
But before Abby could walk around the box and look at it further, she suddenly heard a very faint noise behind her; a pebble skittering across the ground. She froze, and thought back. Abby had thought she had felt a presence behind her while she was walking, but wasn't paying attention because of her daydreaming. It was then she realized: someone had been following her.
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Sam took a left turn on the road down to the local market, hearing a plane soar overhead from the Logan Airport a few miles away. She'd always been so fascinated with planes and runways, ever since she was young.
Suddenly, a crash in the building beside her pulled her from the gaze she had placed on that plane. SMASH! SMASH! Whatever was in there, it was making a lot of noise.
Sam's instincts kicked in, and she immediately found herself taking step after step into this large brick building.
The banging continued as she entered, making it relatively easy to find the source of it.
The scream of a man sounded down the hall, causing Sam to jerk her head towards it.
She followed the crashing that slowly turned into rough taps, making her way into a rectangular office-like room. No, not an office, some sort of science lab.
Sam stepped over the broken pieces of glass, making no noise at all. She saw a blue liquid spilled onto the floor, and came over to examine it. The sizzle made her think she probably shouldn't touch it.
But then, there it was: the sound of someone breathing heavily. She turned to see a body. A man's body dressed in a torn white lab coat, blood on his hands and arms. Thank God, he wasn't dead. Sam wouldn't have known what to do. Even now, she was a little unsure.
Crazy thing was, she could have sworn she had seen this man before. Maybe he was one of Abby's old friends? His brown hair and tanned skin just looked so familiar.
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Abby was panicking. She had no idea what this person was going to do to her. What they wanted with her.
That was, until she saw his face.
He wore a hat, a dark hoodie, ripped jeans, and old sneakers breaking at the seams. He didn't wear a mask or anything, no, just a scowl. He was just a common thief.
Abby looked into his eyes, and saw his story. She knew that sadness: he had to be an orphan. Grubby and dirty: homeless. Skinny: had to steal for food.
Poor guy, she thought, immediately feeling his emotions. He looked angry and intimidating, but in reality he was so, so frightened.
A pistol was in his hand, but it was shaking.
Once Abby had turned around and saw him, he had pointed the gun at her. At first she put up her hands, but once she took him in she put them down.
He sneered at this; "Don't move! Give me your valuables!" He'd done this quite a few times before, she could tell, but he didn't like it one bit.
Then, Abby suddenly reached for her camera. Alarmed, the man cocked his gun, and shouted; "I said DON'T MOVE!" However, Abby just ignored him and snapped a picture of the thief.
"Now," she said, "this can go one of two ways. One; you can take all of my stuff, and I won't put up a fight. Well, everything other than my necklace." She put her hand to her chest for a minute, wrapping her fingers around her intricate key pendant, then continued talking. "It means a lot to me, and I doubt it's worth much. But you seem like the kind of person to respect sentiment, so we probably won't have to worry about that. Anyways, like I was saying, you can take my things without a fight, but I'll have to turn that picture I just took of you in to the police."
The man gave her a quizzical look.
"Oh, and it's uploaded to the Cloud, so..." she smirked, pointing up at the sky.
She took a deep breath next, tugging on her white coat as she looked at him. "Or, we can settle this a different way."
The man simply stared.
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It seemed as though Sam had waited hours for this man to wake up, but when he finally did, it wasn't what she expected. He didn't see her at first, he just opened his eyes and took a few calming breaths. Sam took a step closer. "Are you alright?" she asked.
The man jumped to his feet rather impressively, all the colour leaving his face. "Stay away." He mumbled. "Stay away from me. I don't want to hurt you." This sounded like more of a request than a warning. She stepped closer. "Please." He cried out, backing away.
Sam continued inching closer until she could touch him. Her hands placed themselves on top of his shoulders and a comforting look appeared on her face. "I'm not going anywhere." She assured him, having to tilt her head back a bit to look up at him. "Are you alright?" she repeated her previous question.
He looked down at the broken glass on the floor, biting his lip. "How long have you been here?" Now he was asking the questions.
Sam thought for a second, shrugging. It had felt like she was waiting forever. "Maybe fifteen, twenty minutes?" She guessed.
"What's your name?" The man asked just before Sam did.
"Sam Watson." She beamed, removing her hands from his shoulders and sticking out one for him to shake.
He managed a smile, then said; "I'm Bruce Banner."
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Meanwhile Abby had befriended the robber. "Who are you?" He had asked. "Holmes," she answered. "Abbygale Alexis Holmes."
At this he furrowed his eyebrows, he didn't have any electronics but still managed to get to the library computer once in a while, and could swear he had heard this name somewhere before.
"Thomas Brekenridge," he responded. Abby smiled at this, she didn't expect him to tell her his name, but she did have a very trusting face, after all.
It was then that Abby remembered the gun. "Could you maybe put the gun down?" She asked. "They make me very uncomfortable," she swallowed, pushing down a flashback.
Thomas nodded, unloading the gun and throwing it down on the ground.
That was when he looked up and finally noticed the police box. "What's that?" he asked. Remembering what she was doing before he showed up, she let her camera hang around her neck once again and turned back to the wooden structure. "I don't know," she said.
That was when the man stepped out from behind the box.
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Sam tightened her jacket around herself. She had started helping Bruce clean up the mess all around the lab. White rubber gloves covered her hands to protect her from touching potentially dangerous chemicals.
Bruce had gone to get himself some bandages and some clean clothes, and hadn't been back for a while. Sam shot her head up when she heard someone calling for him. This obviously female voice was hollering his name not too far down the hallway.
Sam pulled off the gloves and desperately tried to hide, squeezing herself into a storage closet in the back of the room. Inside it, she nearly screamed at the plastic skeleton that fell on top of her. CRASH! It fell to the ground, along with a mop and a box of trash bags.
"Shit." Sam muttered to herself quietly, trying to pick it up.
"Bruce?" The voice was now very close. Whoever it was, they were in the room. "Where are you, big guy?"
From what Sam could see through the gap of the door, this woman was tall and slim, with short red hair. Very red hair ...and Sam thought her own hair was red. The woman wore an all black bodysuit, black combat boots and a black leather jacket. The lack of colour brought out her white skin and plump, pink lips.
"I'm here!" Bruce's voice sounded from down the hall, relieving Sam immensely.
"Natasha, hey." He tried sounding casual, but looked around the room at the same time, searching for his new acquaintance.
"What happened?" This so called Natasha asked.
"What? Um, nothing." He bent down to look under the lab table, then seemed to have spotted something. Sam's bracelet. It must have fallen off when she was removing the gloves. She grabbed at her wrist, disappointed to find it bare.
Natasha walked over to him as he picked up the green and blue twist design bracelet off the floor. "So you didn't have another attack?" she asked.
Attack? Sam was confused, watching the two of them intently through the gap. Bruce got up, wiping off his pants. "Oh, um. Yeah, I did. But it was nothing," he assured her, still occasionally peeking in certain places.
"It's never nothing, Bruce. Why didn't you call someone?" Natasha was obviously concerned.
"Because somebody already came." He picked up Sam's gloves.
"Where are they now?"
Bruce straightened out the gloves in his hands. "That's what I'd like to know."
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The Doctor was very confused.
He had been in the TARDIS, parked, but before he and Clara could leave, a girl bumped into it. He was about to go out, check that the TARDIS was okay, when he heard shouting. He turned on the monitor to see a man with a gun pointing at the girl, and seemed to be threatening her. "Doctor what's happening?" Clara asked, coming beside the Time Lord to look at the monitor with him. She could tell he wasn't just concerned about the time machine anymore.
The girl held up her camera now, taking a very clear picture of the man in front of her. The Doctor's eyes widened as he saw her talking calmly. He continued to watch, and suddenly she was pointing at the clouds.
For a moment the Doctor just watched this spectacle, but as soon as the man dropped the gun he bolted out the door, Clara following him. "Hey! What's going on?" He stepped out of his time machine, sonic screwdriver in hand, as Clara popped her head out beside him.
Abby didn't know what to think of a man dressed in a velvet jacket with owl-like eyebrows coming out of a large blue police box.
"Are you alright?" the Doctor asked her, beaming a green light on her head with his sonic.
Abby backed away from him, curious as to why a grown man was probing her hair. "Just fine, thanks." She wiped her hands on her jeans. "Who are you?"
He tugged at the opening of his jacket, and Clara smirked at his classic gesture. "I'm the Doctor."
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Sam couldn't fathom the amount of dust she was inhaling in that closet. It mustn't have been opened in ages. She felt a tickle in her throat and bit down hard on her lip, trying to hold back a cough. It wasn't working.
Bruce was still talking with Natasha, clutching the bracelet in his hand. Sam prayed that they both would leave, for the sake of her respiratory system, but mostly because she didn't want to look like an idiot, falling out of the closet. Now it really wasn't working.
She clutched the shelf behind her, trying to silently clear her throat. No luck. She hacked out a cough, then quickly slapped a hand over her mouth.
Bruce's gaze fell upon the closet, and Natasha had a confused expression. "What was that?" she wondered cautiously, stepping toward the door Sam hid behind. She whipped it open, revealing a blushing red young girl, hand over her mouth, and a skeleton leaning on her. "Bruce," Natasha was clearly worried as she said this. "What have you done?"
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Abby could tell this "Doctor" was confused as she began untying her shoes. "Doctor who?" she asked.
"Doctor Disco!" he grinned to himself, receiving a weak jab in the ribs, courtesy of his companion. "And this is Clara," he added, baffled with what Abby was doing. "Who are you?" he asked.
At this point the black converse were off, and Abby was handing them to her new friend. Thomas looked at her in confusion. "Try them on," Abby said. "They should fit." At this, his expression became grateful, and he put the sneakers on. They were a bit snug, but still fit nicely enough.
"Abbygale Holmes," she said to the Doctor. "You can call me Abby. This is my friend, Thomas. We're pleased to meet you, Doctor. Right Thomas?" She turned her head to the man, and he nodded slowly, paying more attention to the feeling of new shoes again.
"Friend!?" the Doctor exclaimed, alarmed at this. "He just held you at gunpoint!" He raised his voice a bit; he was obviously in distress.
Abby simply said; "Yes, he did, and I forgive him. Although I've no idea how you knew that."
The Doctor stared at her, his bushy eyebrows furrowed together, and even Clara looked upset. Abby then shimmied around the two, walking around the box and stopping at the front. Frowning a bit in thought, her face suddenly dropped and she looked at the time on her phone. "Um, well, nice to meet you folks and all, but I'm late for work!" And just like that, Abby wearing only socks on her feet, ran off.
The Doctor and Clara looked at each other in complete and utter confusion, then raced after Abby, leaving Thomas to admire his new shoes.
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Bruce's face turned white as he stared at Sam, who still by the way, was in the closet. Natasha was helping her out of it, rubbing her back as if comforting her. This confused Sam, she hadn't been hurt, but Natasha was acting as if she had. As if Bruce had hurt her. "I'm fine, I'm fine." Sam protested.
"You aren't hurt anywhere?" Natasha wondered, looking up and down Sam's form.
"No." She glanced at Bruce, then down at her bracelet in his hand. "Nobody hurt me. I saw someone who needed help, and I helped. Simple as that."
Sam moved past Natasha and over to Bruce, who then handed her what she wanted. She looked at him for a second and fixed the fabric over his shoulders, smiling kindly up at him. "Until we meet again, Mr. Banner." She said awkwardly, turning around.
"Yes. Sure." Bruce stumbled over his words, shocked that she was taking everything so well.
Sam looked at Natasha quickly before exiting the room, waving at her as she stepped into the hallway.
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Abby was running, running so fast. She had always been quick, but had terrible endurance. It was thanks to this that the Doctor and Clara were able to catch up to her, but by then she was already inside the Boston Globe office building.
As Abby reached the security guards, she flashed them a smile, oblivious of the two time travelers behind her. "Wait!" one of the guards said to them.
"Oh, come on!" The Doctor whined, flipping his physic paper to them. The guard nodded with a bewildered look on his face, and at this the Doctor charged in. "Americans," he muttered under his breath, Clara chuckling at this.
However, once they got inside, the mysterious girl was out of sight.
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It didn't take long for Bruce to realize that he didn't want Sam to go. He was curious about her, why she hadn't been scared of him. His curiosity lead him to run after her. She was in the midst of throwing her hair back into a tiny ponytail when Bruce finally saw her again. They both stood awkwardly in the veggie section of the nearby market: the only market within walking distance from Sam's apartment.
"Hello again." Sam spoke in a low register for a reason she wasn't quite sure of.
"Yes, I followed you." Bruce said suddenly.
"I noticed." She nonchalantly placed a head of lettuce into her shopping basket. They both stayed quiet for an uncomfortably long time as Sam made her way down the rows of vegetables. Bruce stayed at a safe distance, but still moved along with her, not saying a word. "So, um ...are we just gonna stand in awkward silence, or are you gonna tell me why you're following me?" Sam piped up a moment later.
"Because I'm curious." Bruce stepped in front of her.
She moved aside and continued walking. "Curious about what, exactly?"
"You."
Sam jerked her head and looked at him, wondering why someone would be interested in her. Why someone would follow her around just to say they were curious.
"You're not scared of me." Bruce urged a bit.
"I have no reason to be." She furrowed her eyebrows as she said this. "You're not scary. You're ..." She paused. "Cute."
Bruce's cheeks turned pink and he tried to hide the fact that he was blushing.
"But look, I've gotta be going." Sam placed a pack of yoghurt into the basket; the last thing she needed to buy, then nudged Bruce on the arm, beginning to walk away.
"Where can I find you?" Bruce wondered, his cheeks still rather colourful.
"Just about anywhere." Sam winked, and then she was off.
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Abby trotted into the office after getting some shoes from the lost and found, sliding into her chair and turning her computer on. "You're running late," a voice said.
It was Josie, Abby's editor. Abby and Josie had a bit of a love-hate relationship, so she wasn't surprised when her boss came up to her desk with a smirk on her face.
"Yeah, I got held up." She actually meant "held up" as in with a gun, but Josie obviously didn't understand that.
"With what? Oh, never mind. You got a good crack today, there was a break-in at the Aberforth bank today, but nothing was taken and everyone that had been there are unconscious at the hospital."
Abby had chuckled slightly at the irony of the not-robbery, but then her eyes widened in surprise at the details of the witnesses. Josie glanced towards her office, then back at Abby.
"You should get going, see if you can interview some people that were nearby. This could be a good break for you, the only reason you got it is 'cause everyone else is busy." Abby grinned at this, then dashed out the door.
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"Who was that girl?" Clara asked.
"Abbygale Holmes, apparently," the Doctor answered.
They had left the building once she disappeared, and now were walking around aimlessly.
"You know what? Let's split up," Clara finally offered.
"What? No!" The Doctor said. He was worried about her; they were in a strange city and who knows what kind of people lived there.
"Why not? We can take more distance that way and find whatever it is we're looking for. The TARDIS obviously brought us here for a reason."
The Doctor scowled a bit as he thought it over. Maybe she was right, it would make this aimless searching faster. "Fine," he harrumphed, crossing his arms. Clara smiled, and the Doctor then pointed his finger at her. "But be careful," he warned. "The only reason I'm saying yes is because I don't see any immediate danger other than that gunman back there." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction they had come.
Clara started to walk away, but he wasn't done lecturing her. "Make sure to keep track of where you're going, so you don't get lost. And keep your phone on you! We'll meet back at the TARDIS in an hour," he added.
Then he started to cross the street grumbling; "At least you aren't wandering off without my permission."
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Sam was making her way back to the apartment rather quickly, step after step, she seemed to pick up speed. She was making a left around the block, right next to the building she had first met Bruce in when she slammed into someone accidentally.
She stumbled back, but a hand grabbed her arm, balancing her before she could fall. "Sorry, sorry." Sam said instinctively, looking into the eyes of the girl standing in front of her. They were chocolate coloured, matching her hair, a leather jacket covered her shoulders and a red and black dress cut off at her knees.
"That's alright, love." The girl's British accent intrigued Sam, making her want this person to say more.
"I uh... Um. It's. Thanks." She stumbled over her own words, suddenly hot in the face and losing grip on the shopping bags she held. Why was she acting like this?
"Are you alright?" The girl wondered, moving her head forward slightly so she could get a better look at Sam.
"Mmm." Sam's mouth muttered a sound that indicated she was fine. Of course, that's not what she wanted to say.
"I'm Clara Oswald." The girl said sweetly with a touch of boldness as well.
"S-S.." Sam cleared her throat, determined to pronounce her own name correctly. "Sam Watson."
Clara smiled, showing her gorgeous white teeth. Sam adored this for a reason she couldn't quite understand. In fact, she adored just about every single inch of Clara Oswald. Why was this? She didn't know.
"I'm uh. I should probably uh..." Sam pointed past Clara, trying hard to muster up another group of words.
"Get going?" She guessed, trying to help Sam along.
"Yeah, that."
Clara furrowed her eyebrows. Her perfectly neat eyebrows. "Why? I thought we was just getting acquainted."
That British voice sparked fire in Sam's heart and her entire body went hot, rather than just her face. "Well I mean I just need to..." She trailed off as their eyes met and Clara knew she'd been having some sort of effect on Sam. "put this stuff away." She finished her own sentence with relief, breaking the gaze that she and Clara shared.
"I'll tag along!" Clara insisted. "Lead the way, Miss Watson."
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As Abby made her way to the crime scene, she heard something soaring overhead, but she couldn't quite make out what it was. Couldn't have been a plane or a helicopter, no, this sounded different. She just couldn't put her finger on it.
That was when people in the crowd behind the police barrier started to gasp in excitement, pointing up into the sky. Abby looked up to see a flash of gold and red come crashing down to the ground, but then slow down and hover the rest of the way.
It was a suit, a suit made of metal. It was Iron Man.
To be honest, although she was acting unimpressed, Abby was secretly fangirling on the inside. Tony Stark was a brilliant man with a brilliant mind, and on top of that, he was a hero. She couldn't believe that he was standing right here in front of her, in his suit.
The crowd was gasping and cheering, as well as jumping and clapping.
Abby stepped forward towards the barrier, and started to reach for her camera to to snap a few pictures, when she remembered why she was there. The bank situation, all of the people in the hospital.
At this point Tony had already waved to the crowd, and was past the barrier talking to the police. Abby raised an eyebrow at this, and listened in.
"...so can I have a look?" Tony finished whatever he was saying. Abby's jaw dropped in surprise. Surely they weren't going to just let him in?
"Uh-um sure. I'll need an autograph though, my daughter loves you," the police officer responded, much to Abby's chagrin. The two men chuckled, and Abby sneered.
"Hold up, you can't just let him in like that!" Abby spoke up. "He has no authority, he doesn't even have a badge or anything!"
Tony and the cop turned to her, the Iron Man suit making a mechanical sound as it moved. Tony flipped up the mask to reveal his face and get a better look at Abby, the crowd very happy at this.
Ignoring the people around her and focusing on the hero, Abby was beginning to get quite peeved. She generally liked following rules, especially when she agreed with them, such as not letting the public into crime scenes.
"I like you, kid." Tony said. "Ya got moxie."
He looked at Abby's chest for a second, noticing her press badge and camera hanging around her neck.
"You've got a badge, why don't you come in with me. That okay Rob?" he asked the officer. Rob nodded with a smile, still starstruck.
This offer made the young reporter very conflicted.
On the one hand, she new rules were being broken, and she had always been disgusted with cheaters. On the other, this could get her really working on the case, nearly guaranteeing her a promotion. It took her a moment to decide, but Abby eventually -and reluctantly- swung her leg over the wooden barrier.
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Clara entered Sam's apartment, gazing at the paintings that were hung artistically on the walls as Sam set the groceries down on the kitchen table.
"I'm just gonna pop into the bathroom really quick and then we can chat it up, okay?" Sam was happy to have finally gotten a full coherent sentence out of her mouth though it wasn't really that clever.
"Okay, no rush." Clara smiled and leaned against the counter, her finger tapping her chin.
Sam shut the bathroom door behind her and locked it, looking at herself in the mirror. She immediately began critiquing herself, pulling out her ponytail, moving her hair a few different ways, and making sure her makeup looked even. Then she washed her hands after popping a breath mint into her mouth. "Looking good, Sam." She muttered to herself. "Let's make a good first impression."
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All the while, Clara was standing in the kitchen, intrigued with the amount of photos hung on the fridge with magnets. She laughed at the one of Sam with ice cream on her nose while she sat with her arm around someone strangely familiar. Clara leaned forward to get a closer look, staring intently at the girl beside Sam.
"Abbygale Holmes," she whispered, taking the picture off the fridge delicately. Her free hand found its way to her back pocket where she then grabbed her cellphone. Unlocking the screen, she dialed the number that she knew would ring the TARDIS phone.
"Clara! Where are you?" The Doctor wondered on the other end.
"I'm downtown, in an apartment." Clara said quietly.
"Why are you whispering?" He mimicked her soft tone. "Are you in danger?"
"No, I've just ...I think I've found where Abbygale Holmes lives." She glanced back at the picture, then quickly stuck it back onto the fridge as she heard Sam open the bathroom door. "Yeah! Sure, mum! I love you too, bye!" Clara hung up and smiled again, resting her chin on her knuckles she leaned on the counter once again.
"What was that all about?" Sam asked, opening the fridge for a refreshment.
"Oh, just my mum." Clara bit her lip, hoping Sam didn't find her suspicious.
She pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge and offered it to Clara, who shook her head politely, but took a seat at the kitchen table. Sam sat across from her, still oddly attracted to her appearance.
Clara cleared her throat and put her elbows on the table. "So, do you live here with anyone else?"
Sam picked at her fingernails, a nasty habit of hers. "Yeah, Abby. My best friend." She looked up at Clara. "Why?"
"Just curious." She answered, sitting back in her chair. "What's it like?"
Sam furrowed her eyebrows. "What's what like?"
"Living with your best friend."
She chuckled a bit at this, folding her hands for no particular reason, then she grinned. "I haven't been happier."
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Abby was having mixed emotions. Sure, she was honored to be in the presence of such a genius, but she had had no idea that the great Tony Stark was so arrogant!
"So, Boston Globe?" Tony asked, breaking Abby out of her thoughts. She glanced down at her badge and nodded. "Big time reporter, so my question is, why haven't you started taking pictures of me yet?"
So he was self-centered too. "Because I didn't come here for you," she answered with a snort. "I came for all the people in the hospital. Now, the real question is, what is a superhero like you doing in Boston?"
They entered the bank now, and began to look around.
"Well, there was nothing to do and I heard this was suspected alien. The sedative found in the victims is unrecognizable so far," Tony said.
Abby raised an eyebrow, both curious and excited. She snapped a few pictures, and then walked around a bit, noticing a thin, dust-like film covering most of the surfaces in the room. She ran her right pointer and middle fingers along a table, then inspected them. "Could it be this stuff?" she asked, sniffing her fingers. It smelled suspiciously like... maple sugar? She licked it to test, and her tongue immediately went numb. "Uh, yeah, itsth thisth sthuff," she giggled, her speech impedimented.
Tony turned and laughed. "Did you seriously just taste it?" He went over to Abby.
"Ylup," she snickered. Her smile grew even more as she realized something. "My fingerthips are going tingly!"
Tony, growing a bit concerned, wiped the sweet-smelling dust off her fingers. Abby had a grateful look on her face as the feeling started to diminish, well from her fingers anyhow. Her tongue was still numb, and now that she had touched the roof of her mouth with it that was also beginning to lose feeling.
"Here," Tony said. He had grabbed a water bottle and handed it to her. "Rinse, don't swallow." Abby did as told but then didn't know where to spit, so she walked away to look for a bathroom.
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The Doctor wandered aimlessly through the city, searching for his companion. He'd left her five voicemails after she hung up on him, to none of which she replied. He tried keeping calm, reassuring himself that Clara was fine. There was a bit of commotion coming from a block over, where a horde of people stood in front of the Aberforth bank. He made his way over with curiosity, tugging the dark jacket around him tighter.
"Out of the way, gotta get through," he said, squeezing through the crowd, but he froze when he saw what was inside. His eyes widened as he stared at the metal red and gold suit in front of him. "Cyberman. Since when have they been using colour? And hot rod red? Bloody hell." He muttered to himself, looking at the backside of Tony Stark through the bank window. When Tony turned, however, the Doctor's heart beats slowed to a normal pace again as he realized there was no imposing threat.
"Hey, I need to get in." The Doctor said to a guard that held him up at the entrance.
"You are not permitted to enter." The man kept a firm hand on the Doctor's shoulder.
He cleared his throat and pulled his psychic paper from the inner pocket of his jacket. "I think you'll find here, that I absolutely am."
The man took a step back with a shocked expression. "Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry sir. Please! Go in!"
The Doctor chuckled softly and mumbled, "I love it when they do that." He stepped inside, and walked up the the man in metal.
"Sir, where did you get that?" The man's face seemed normal, he was certainly human, or at least not a cyberman.
The first thing Tony noticed about him was his strange coat. "Why are you wearing that?" he guffawed.
The Doctor looked very insulted. "What? I was trying to go for minimalist," he said grumpily, slightly upset as he straightened it around his torso. "But nevermind that, where the hell did you get that armour?" He pointed at Tony when he referred to the Iron Man suit.
Tony was quite shocked. "What do you mean where did I get this? I made this!"
The Doctor was about to respond when someone bumped into him. The officer distracted him, and for some reason his gaze was drawn to the floor.
Everywhere people had walked, you could see very faint footprints left behind. They were walking in a thin layer of some sort of dust.
The Doctor noticed that this thick powdery substance was covering nearly everything in the room. Well, everything that had been here before the cops got in. Curious that this might be something he should find out more about, the Doctor reached out his hand to a countertop.
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Abby stepped out of the bathroom, the water bottle in hand. Rinsing didn't help much. She used her wrist to wipe some wet off the corner of her lips, when she realized she was drooling a bit. Scrunching her face up in disgust, Abby turned the corner to see a familiar face, the strange man with the magician's jacket.
"What is he doing here?" she asked herself.
Just then the Doctor did what Abby did earlier, he dragged his fingers through the stuff and smelled it, then held it up to his mouth. Tony noticed what he was going to do just in time.
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"I wouldn't do that if I were you, old man," he warned him.
"Why not?" the Doctor asked him. He seemed a bit annoyed with the man, yet also concerned.
"'Cause that reporter girl just did it and her tongue went numb." Sure enough, the Doctor's fingers had started to lose feeling. Furrowing his eyebrows, he wiped them off on his pants, just in time it seemed.
"I don't know why she did that though, peculiar young woman. She seems to love the rules too." At this point Tony had taken a sample of the dust. "Anything yet Jarvis?"
"Not yet sir," a voice replied. The Doctor had no idea where it came from and wished to investigate this man further, but for now he had a strange feeling that he should consider this girl he mentioned.
"Where is she now?" the Doctor asked.
"Well, she went to the ladies' room to rinse out her mouth... should've been back by now."
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Abby had become overwhelmed, partly from the growing crowd of law enforcement. She didn't like being in crowds, as it made her claustrophobic. It was strange though, as when she was in a group of friends or alone in a small space she was fine. It was too many strangers that made her nervous. She had taken to calling it "coagulation anxiety."
That and seeing the Doctor again. She feared that he was following her for some reason, as it wouldn't have been the first time she knew someone with a stalker-ish vibe.
Even though this was what she was thinking logically, something else was telling her that it just wasn't time to see him yet. She needed someone else to help with the report anyhow, this wasn't exactly a one-woman job.
But for now, she headed back to the apartment, deciding to take a different alley than this morning.
((A/N: So that was the first chapter of many! You can find the WIP Master list here, with a link as well to the story on Wattpad. And don’t worry, John and Sherlock are going to show up in a few chapters. I hope you enjoyed!))
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Only because I’m bored at work. 1. Who was the last person you held hands with? -my girlfriend
2. Are you outgoing or shy? -already answered.
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? - my nephews! Going to Calgary to see sleeping with sirens then my nephews in feb!
4. Are you easy to get along with? - oh extremely. I’m probably the most easy going person you’ll ever meet.
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? - yes. She takes care of me when I’m sober.
6. What kind of people are you attracted to? - answered
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? - I sure hope so
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? - my nephews hah I love them so much
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? - nope. Not anymore
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? - ohhh either my girlfriend or Ashley.
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? - “okay”
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? - we were here- lights I need to know- sleeping with sirens Consequences- camila cabello Something’s gotta give- camila My house- PVRIS
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? - yes yes yes
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? - yeah!
15. What good thing happened this summer? - answered
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? -over and over again
17. Do you think there is life on other planets? - I do!
18. Do you still talk to your first crush? - nope
19. Do you like bubble baths? - loveeee them. I’m so sore all the time so it helps.
20. Do you like your neighbors? - yeah for the most part
21. What are you bad habits? - answered
22. Where would you like to travel? - honestly everywhere. Right now I really wanna see Cali.
23. Do you have trust issues? -answered
24. Favorite part of your daily routine? - going to bed hah
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? - answered
26. What do you do when you wake up? - that I didn’t have to wake up so early.
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? - I dunno I guess a bit darker.
28. Who are you most comfortable around? - my close friends and my better half.
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? - haven’t had many ex’s tbh so not really
30. Do you ever want to get married? - yesss
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? - haha just long enough.
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? - oh mannnn. Jessica capshaw and shay Mitchell.
33. Spell your name with your chin. -uqyyq. Hahah that’s a far cry from Janna 😂😂
34. Do you play sports? What sports? - nope not anymore.
35. Would you rather live without TV or music? - ah that’s a tough one. I guess TV
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? - oh yeah.
37. What do you say during awkward silences? - well this is awkward
38. Describe your dream girl/guy? - good sense of humour. Someone I can be weird around but serious when needed. I dunno what else. Just be you.
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? - answered
40. What do you want to do after high school? - well I’ve been out of school for 4 years. I wanted to become a social worker/psychologist. That did not happen 😂
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? - answered
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? - I’m either upset or just tired.
43. Do you smile at strangers? - always!
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? - bottom of the ocean. Without a doubt.
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? - realizing that I need money so I should go to work.
46. What are you paranoid about? - answered.
47. Have you ever been high? - ha oh yeah
48. Have you ever been drunk? - yes. Sometimes too drunk for my own good.
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? - nope!
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? - dark blue
51. Ever wished you were someone else? - I used to yep
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? - I guess the way I look
53. Favourite makeup brand? - I haven’t wore makeup for yearss
54. Favourite store? - can’t say I have a favourite. I like them all equally.
55. Favourite blog? - mine ofc.
56. Favourite colour? - greeeeeen
57. Favourite food? - nachos
58. Last thing you ate? - meatloaf and potatoes
59. First thing you ate this morning? - can’t remember if I answered this but eggs and toast.
60. Ever won a competition? For what? - honestly I can’t remember. Probably not
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? - nope. Although I did get into shit for shoving a girl face first into the gravel in grade 6. Oops
62. Been arrested? For what? - nope!
63. Ever been in love? - you betcha
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? - LOL rather not. It was with a boy in grade 6. Although my first kiss with a girl was actually my current girlfriend rn. We met online and I drove up to see her and I kept saying how it was time for me to go. But I would never leave. I told myself I couldn’t leave until I kissed her but I wouldn’t make the first move. So she did 😂 I’m a chicken shit.
65. Are you hungry right now? - nah I just ate lunch.
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? - honestly don’t have many tumblr friends anymore. Just a couple.
67. Facebook or Twitter? -Facebook
68. Twitter or Tumblr? -tumblr. I really dislike twitter.
69. Are you watching tv right now? -nahhh
70. Names of your bestfriends? - Jay, Eve, Anu, Ashley, Brittney, Tamissa.
71. Craving something? What? - yes. Junk food but I’m trying to stay away from it.
72. What colour are your towels? - every damn colour haha
72. How many pillows do you sleep with? - 1
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? - haha ya. I use one as support for my neck 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? - I have boxes and boxes and boxes.
75. Favourite animal? - I love all animals.
76. What colour is your underwear? -black
77. Chocolate or Vanilla? - vanilla
78. Favourite ice cream flavour? - mint chocolate chip or tiger
79. What colour shirt are you wearing? - red
80. What colour pants? - black. Gotta love my work uniform
81. Favourite tv show? - greys anatomy
82. Favourite movie? - i don’t have favourite one really. Maybe fox and the hound.
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? - I actually like them both
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? - 21 jump street
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? - Cady Heron or Mrs. George
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? - Dory
87. First person you talked to today? - my girlfriend
88. Last person you talked to today? - my coworker, Tom.
89. Name a person you hate? - my coworker tom hahahah
90. Name a person you love? - my mom and dad ❤️
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? - everyday I come to work and I see the person I want to punch.
92. In a fight with someone? - not currently
93. How many sweatpants do you have? - prob 5
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? - including the ones I gave to tamissa probably 10 but I only wear like 2
95. Last movie you watched? - frozen
96. Favourite actress? - I reaaaallly love Jessica capshaw l
97. Favourite actor? - Dave Franco
98. Do you tan a lot? - nah not really
99. Have any pets? - yup. 3 doggos and 6 outside cats.
100. How are you feeling? - extremely tired
101. Do you type fast? - kind of yup
102. Do you regret anything from your past? - answered
103. Can you spell well? - oh yeah. I’m really bad for correcting my friends spelling and grammar.
104. Do you miss anyone from your past? - unfortunately I do a lot.
105. Ever been to a bonfire party? - you betcha
106. Ever broken someone’s heart? - not that I’m aware of
107. Have you ever been on a horse? - yessss
108. What should you be doing? - working hahah
109. Is something irritating you right now? - not overly
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? - yup. It sucked.
111. Do you have trust issues? - yup
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? - honestly I think it was my mom dad and girlfriend. I was leaning against the bathtub, checking out the new shower head I bought and the carpet slipped out from under me and I smashed my ribs on the edge of the tub.
113. What was your childhood nickname? - boo boo. Or jannaboo
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? -you bet I have!
115. Do you play the Wii? - I do yes
116. Are you listening to music right now? -negative.
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? - when I’m sick yes
118. Do you like Chinese food? - fucking love it. There’s an amazing Chinese place the next town over. It’s the best.
119. Favourite book? - I really liked its kind of a funny story.
120. Are you afraid of the dark? -not afraid of the dark, just afraid of what’s in it.
121. Are you mean? - I can be yes
122. Is cheating ever okay? - never.
123. Can you keep white shoes clean? - only for like a week or 2
124. Do you believe in love at first sight? - yes
125. Do you believe in true love? - yes
126. Are you currently bored? - I am. It’s extremely slow at work today.
127. What makes you happy? - my girlfriend, dogs, family and obvi food. I get real hangry if I don’t eat.
128. Would you change your name? - nope I like it!
129. What your zodiac sign? - cancer
130. Do you like subway? - I love subway.
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? - yolo I like girls.
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? - I think this is on here twice. Either my girlfriend or Ashley.
133. Favourite lyrics right now? - no reason to stay is a good reason to go.
134. Can you count to one million? - probably but I wouldn’t attempt it.
135. Dumbest lie you ever told? - i can’t even remember
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? - well if I had a door, closed. The whole upstairs part of my house is mine haha
137. How tall are you? - 5’7”
138. Curly or Straight hair? - answered
139. Brunette or Blonde? - answered
140. Summer or Winter? - ahhh I like winter because it’s fun to quad in. But summer I like the warmth and I can still take the quad through mud.
141. Night or Day? - day. I’m not a night person anymore.
142. Favourite month? - July
143. Are you a vegetarian? -nope
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? - dark
145. Tea or Coffee? - both. I’ve been on a tea kick lately.
146. Was today a good day? - yeah it’s been okay.
147. Mars or Snickers? - snickers
148. What’s your favourite quote? - you miss 100 percent of the shots you don’t take.
149. Do you believe in ghosts? - you bet I do.
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? - “SECTION IV- TOXICOLOGICAL PROPERTIES OF PRODUCT”
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On Why I Left the YGO Fandom
I was going to put this under a cut, but read more’s never do what they’re supposed to do on my page, so I’m forced to leave it as-is if I want to post it at all. Apologies in advance because it’s a very, veeeery long post and contains abusive experience and behaviors. And the url of my abuser (I left his accomplice out because she’s a fucking whiny bitch and would manage to yet again verbally attack me for once again putting this fat fuck’s name out there as an abuser).
Also, please don’t reblog. If you have something to say, reply or ask/im me.
So, as promised, I finally got my thoughts collected and I guess?? Somewhat organized?? On what’s been plaguing me for several months now. I know I’m basically beating a dead horse because, by now, I should be over this (because god forbid something happen to me that actually affected me long-term, I’m just being dramatic for attention, right?) but this is something I feel needs to be addressed, for my own peace of mind. So, no better time than the present I suppose.
It’s probably far from obvious, but I’ve been part of the ygo fandom for a decent while - 2011-ish? I watched the original as a kid, but was reintroduced by my now-ex through the abridged series. Along the way I’ve been blessed to meet some fantastic people, no doubt. People I wish didn’t have to see this kind of bullshit coming from me. But some of those people turned out to be…anything but fantastic.
I’m tired of not naming names, out of fear of being accused yet again of starting a witch hunt (since apparently that’s something people reaaaallly like to do these days whenever you have a problem with a nasty creep they consider their best bud and refuse to hear your side of the story) but it’s to the point where I really don’t care what happens. I’m not popular in the fandom, so it isn’t like what I say matters.
There are two-faced, evil people in this fandom and all I wanted (and still want) to do is protect others from ending up in the same situations that I found myself in.
I’m the victim of two long years of mental/emotional abuse and manipulation. My abuser is someone a lot of people probably know of, if not know well, especially those of you from the Chicago area part of the fandom. He does (or did, idk now that it’s airing Wednesdays) livestreams of new episodes. He is an enormous, loud-mouthed pervert and not-yet-convicted pedophile. He enjoys reading, writing, defending, and sharing child porn. He is narcissistic, so deeply in love with pleasuring himself (both literally and figuratively) and taking nobody’s wants and needs into consideration but his own. He is a chronic gaslighter. He fetishizes wlw and objectifies women in general (like any typical misogynistic slob). He think no means yes, and “stay away from me, I don’t want to talk to you” means “please keep trying to contact me, I actually do want to talk, I’m just being silly uwu.” He is someone whose actions have been defended by people who think “he’s just dense” instead of an abuser. His actions and the actions of those who love and adore him are ignored or justified by people who are obviously as like-minded as he is. And he hides behind the ruse of being an all out card game whiz and aficionado so people will never know what he does behind closed doors.
He goes by voices/of/chaos (slashes on purpose, btw), and I know it’s going to either be a surprise or sound like a lie because of how well liked he is here.
Primarily, he’s the reason I’ve made this choice. Him and the people who, despite knowing the kind of shit he’s done to me, still refuse to acknowledge him as the abuser that he is and choose to stand by him and support his actions. The same people are people I thought - and really, truly had hoped - were my friends, people I poured my heart and soul into and let my faith rest upon. Instead, I was given that trust back and basically told to choke on it.
It started when I’d asked to be part of the ygo panel he runs at acen. I thought it would be fitting, with how passionate I was at the time about the latter spinoffs and about things in general. However, I was told flat-out that I was “not good enough” to be on HIS panel because of my biases toward certain series and dislike of others (biases and dislikes he and I shared, mind you). Basically, because I’ve never seen gx and don’t like dm, my knowledge base was not adequate to host a panel. Yet, his gf, who now hates ygo and is stongly biased about certain series (like me), who sits up there pouting, angry, drunk (she was last year, anyway) in complete and utter silence, is definitely qualified for the job. Ok. Sure. That sounds about right. He refused to see how ridiculous the situation was (he was told this by more than just me, for the record) and instead accused me of only wanting a discounted badge - “I can’t give discounted badges to just anyone” emphasis on anyone. That was a low-fucking-blow and was the single thing that made it impossible for me to ever forgive him.
Of course, that was a more recent issue. Going back to the start, our friendship started off with me being almost duped into a poly relationship without my consent or knowledge. I was told they were breaking up and that she knew about it. I was told it was ok. That she was ok with it. What I wasn’t told was that no, they weren’t breaking up, she didn’t know what he was doing, and that his plans were to date me while he dated -and lived with- her. I didn’t find out any of that until way after the fact. To top it off, he went behind her back to try to accomplish this (she was on vacation at the time). I was then blamed for their relationship problems (that existed years before me), for making her hate ygo, for ruining their relationship, and so on and so on. He made sure to tell me this constantly, telling me my name was a ‘trigger’ for her. So now I’m a homewrecking bitch for ruining their 7+ year relationship.
And despite all of this, he actually fantasized (his words exactly, I shit you not) about me and his gf bonding over our ‘hate’ towards him. Like, excuse me? Back the fuck up mate.
If I had a nickel for every time he told me how “important” I was to him, I’d have millions in the bank. But for as much as I was told I was important, I never actually believed him. Our friendship was kept a secret online. No interactions on any social media, up until the end where he got very childish and asinine about it, and then those were only meant to shut me up. I’d asked hundreds of times to at least be tagged in things, at least mentioned half as much as he talked about the other girls in his life. He never listened. I continued to be a secret.
When confronting him on my feelings (because he only ever talked about his feelings) I was always met with rage, destructive anger, denial, unnecessary profanities being hurled my way, utter disrespect. One can only take that shit for so long. Being told how you changed someone’s life for the better in one breath, then being shit on and screamed at and told you’re not good enough in the next, being kept a secret, being denied any sort of important places or duties that he bestowed upon his other girls.
In the end, I was told I was making it all up. “I don’t know where the fuck you’re getting this.” “You must be messed up in the head.” I was told I just hated him and wanted him to suffer. Everything that went wrong became my fault and my fault alone. Actions once considered ‘gross’ and ‘awful’ by someone I considered a friend were now just a result of him being dense. DENSE. Because knowingly fucking with my head, saying I’m messed up in the head, yeah that’s just the density speaking. How didn’t I think of that before??!!
This friend put herself between us, on her own accord, then acted as if I asked her to do it. She claimed she didn’t want to speak to either of us for a while. Of course that actually meant just me because she had no problem joining him for the stupid movie that came out in January or being up his ass on the chat that Sunday. Sure, the movie was pre-planned, but at least try not to make it obvious you’re only upset at me by making sure he’s in the pictures you posted.
I was told I upset her because I ‘guilt-tripped’ her with fears of abandonment. My hands were slapped for daring to upset her, but when I mentioned how bullshit it was to see her out having a good ol’ time with the fat fuck, my concerns were passed off as nothing. As always, my needs and concerns must be pushed aside for everyone else’s.
When I finally got sick and fucking tired of him, I asked him to leave me along and to not speak to me, ever again. Funny, that was followed up by half a dozen messages all lovey-dovey (and passive-aggressive, toward the end). I thought he would have stopped after I didn’t answer the first few. But his persistence (or should I say d e n s i t y ) was incredible. Each message got sappier and sappier. The last one, though, was bitter and angry, after I once again told him to leave me alone for good. “I thought talking to me would be better than talking to no one.”
A few weeks go by. I begin to tell my story. Tell what happened. I’m accused of starting a witch hunt by someone who once tried to help me. She threatened to leave the chat - which stirred the pot big time, everyone freaked out. I threatened to leave, no one gave a fuck. So, yet again, I was made out to be the big bad guy because I upset the ygo princess by talking about the guy who abused me to the point of exhaustion. I didn’t threaten him. I didn’t ask people to go out and attack him. I was simply sharing my experiences with people who genuinely wanted to know what had happened. All it took was one wailing princess to change everyone’s demeanor.
So I did what I should’ve done after this all happened in the first place - I left. Told everyone they could have their safe space back that I was accused of ruining. And ever since, I really haven’t been too emotionally invested in anything ygo.
These people took something that once felt like a niche I belonged in, and made it hostile and unwelcoming. They say the ygo fandom is a fandom full of mentally ill people who are finding solace in something wonderful. For a while, I believed that. I know better now.
For every person that is genuine in that fandom, there’s ten others who are shitty, who make other fans fucking miserable. I was abused, my spirit beaten and broken, and all I got was several kicks in the ass and everyone turning their heads away from it all. This fandom is toxic. This fandom is littered with people who manipulate and abuse and puke their social justice bullshit over something that’s supposed to be enjoyable. It’s a fandom where popular people are exempt from being called out on shitty behavior. Where if you have enough followers, enough of a fanbase, you’re immortal. I can’t change that. The only thing I can do is remove myself and go somewhere that I consider a safe space. And this fandom isn’t it.
There are…exceptions, of course. Those characters I fell in love with prior to this shit hitting the fan are characters that will forever mean the world to me. Characters who I don’t have to associate with these people. I’m pretty sure there’s only one, but one is enough. He’s been my safe space, my heaven, the one thing that for six years hasn’t changed and has always been there for me.
But the rest? Y’all can have it. I don’t want any part of it anymore. All thanks to two rotten ass people who can’t even admit to their own wrongdoings.
As a final note to those of you who I continue to follow here, I promise you aren’t the ones at fault. If anything, you’re the ones who have kept me grounded. I’m going to continue following you guys regardless of my feelings toward the fandom. Thank you for being decent human beings. I couldn’t ask any more of you.
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