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neoarchipelago · 2 years ago

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Madripoor High (part 6)

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

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

+ SEXUAL CONTENT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm fine." You sighed.

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

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

"Who's giving you a hard time?"

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

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

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

"No. One." You repeated.

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

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

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

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

"Hey!" You yelped.

He laughed running out of the room.

"JOHNNY!" You yelled.

Gaz smirked.

"Just get another one…" Ghost mumbled.

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

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

"What?" You let out.

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

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

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

"Muñeca.."

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

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

"God's sake Johnny…" you chuckled.

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

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

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

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

"Cabron." She spat.

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm fine!" You said again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

"Now you're the one staring."

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

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

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

"What… are you?" You questioned.

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

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

"No one…" you mumbled through sleepiness.

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

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

"Simon.." you moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What did that mug do to you?"

You jumped, turning to the doorway.

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

He shook his head walking to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Simon.." you started in a whisper.

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

"I… what happened…?" You asked.

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

"None of your fucking business." He snarked.

You sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded after a second of pondering.

"You call Soap Johnny." He let out.

You rolled your eyes with a little chuckle.

"Are you jealous?" You teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How did you become Tracker?"

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

"Too close?" He asked.

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

(_-_-_-_)

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

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

You snickered to yourself bittersweetly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You did good." He whispered.

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

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

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

"It's ok." He said.

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

"You ok?" He asked.

"Yeah… just… your fingers-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's fine Simon…" you repeated.

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

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

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

"You're insane…" he whispered back.

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

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

"You're ok." He simply said.

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

—

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

"Shit.." you mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Colonel…" you greeted.

"Tracker." He greeted back.

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

"Everything alright princesa?"

You smiled at the nickname.

"I'm… tired." You answered honestly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's wrong muñeca?" Valeria asked.

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

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

"VALERIA!" You yelled.

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

"Calm down… he's sleeping."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Valeria…" you scolded.

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

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

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

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speedyartist30 · 3 months ago

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(This is the beginning of my original story “Kiran”⚡️✨)

The man in the lightning pt 1

In the bustling city a dark haired young man steps out of the bus. With his phone in his hand and hat over his head, Jay aimlessly walks down the busy sidewalk to hopefully find a better hotel to stay in for a few days. The city he was in is massive. Multiple people young and old were all just walking and chatting as cars drove up in down the streets with no signs of stopping, Jay had to admit it was overwhelming to be surrounded by this many people. He could feel his power buzzing inside his chest. Sighing,he pulls his hat down more to cover his eyes, fearing that they will change glow and someone will notice. But even while keeping his powers in check Jay was aware that he gets stared at a lot when he’s not wearing a hat to obscure his face.

*Maybe I should buy a mask*

As he walked to a crosswalk with a crowd of people,two kids kept running around them with a woman who Jay assumed was their mother, scolded them to stop, which they ignored as they kept running around and even bumping into his backpack a few times. Even though his face didn’t show it,Jay was slowly getting annoyed with the constant bumping but what happened next felt like it was in slow motion. One of the kids tripped and nearly fell into the busy street, but Jay caught the boy by the back of his shirt and pulled him back as the speeding cars went by.The boys mom thanked him and kept trying to offer him cash as a thanks even though Jay kept refusing it.

Woman:”Well there must be something I can do to thank you for saving him.”

Staring at the very eager mother who just didn’t give up on letting him go, Jay decided to take up on her offer.

“Actually…Do you know any good hotels around here?”

The woman noticeably perks up at his question and nods her had as she pulls out her phone, typing away at her screen before she shows him the location and picture of the building.

Woman: “You must not be from here then huh? This is a pretty good one for people new here. It’s nice and affordable.”

Nodding his head while typing the address into his phone, Jay thanks the woman and continues his trip through the city to find the hotel. Before he gets there he stops by a supermarket to pick up some things

Ethan Pov

“No Mak, I'm not not here to grocery shop... What? I just left work to get something for this guy's laptop...”

As his best friend tried to convince him to buy candy, Ethan walks down the aisles with the intention of getting a new hard drive for a laptop he took with him from work. Ethan works at a tech store but he is barely there since he takes the customers broken devices home with him to fix and surprisingly his boss was fine with it.

Not watching where he was going as he turned the corner, Ethan almost runs into someone, but the guy effortlessly sidestepped around him and kept walking. Turning around to see who he almost hit Ethan couldnt see his face but he saw the guy wearing a baseball hat while carrying a black backpack on his back.

*That guy has very fast reflexes*

Not dwelling to much on the thought Ethan kept walking as he continued chatting on the phone.

Makalo pov

Scrolling through social media to find new clips and videos of the “mysterious lightning figure” Makalo sat in the car with his mom and little sister as they drove away from the daycare where his mom worked. He helped her out by keeping some of the kids entertained and out of trouble until their parents arrived,but now that the day was almost over he could go home.

Seeing a new discussion video he saves it so he can watch it when he gets home. Looking out the window which showed the sun setting in a pink and orange sky, Makalo asked his mom about her opinion on the ‘lightning figure’that’s been spreading like wildfire across social media.

Mom:”Lightning figure? What is that? Is it like a new game or something?”

“Nope, it’s the thing all over social media. How do you not know about it?”

Mom:”Maybe because I’m not glued to my phone like you…”

“I’m not, but anyway there is this thing right? It’s like this figure or shadow that’s been helping out a city not far from here. At first I thought it was just some edit, but now multiple people are posting sightings of it and it moves so fast that the camera can barely keep up with it. The only way you can see it is by the lightning that surrounds it. Some even said it was a person.”

Mom:”Well you seem to be very interested on this “lightning thing”,but don’t believe everything you see on online ,ok.”

“ugh…you sound like Ethan. This thing is real, if it wasn’t then how can so many people seen it already?”

Mom:”Well have you seen it in person?”

“No…”

Makalo frowned, he knew his mom had a point he couldn’t really say something was real if he hadn’t seen it himself, but he still believed whatever this thing was is still out there even though.Looking out the window Makalo noticed a very tall man walking down the street.

Frowning, Makalo stopped when his phone buzzed. Looking down at the screen, he started biting his finger at the news notification.

Neon City News Alert "Series of Unexplained Murders Baffle Police: Witnesses Report Sights of Tall, Unknown Man Roaming Streets at Night"

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thelov3lybookworm · 2 years ago

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You Deserve Better (part three)

Part one Part two

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why would I?" She raised her brows.

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

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

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

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

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

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

She raised a brow. "Am I?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What? How could that be? You–"

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

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

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

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

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

"You can stay. Here in the house."

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

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

"I mean, I guess so."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she stayed.

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

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

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

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somethingsomethingeyyymacarena · 1 year ago

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(SCRIPT PREVIEW)

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

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

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

Part of the script avaliable under cut

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

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

ahem…

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, hear me out…

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

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

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

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

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

Well…kind of…

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

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

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

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

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

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layce2015 · 2 years ago

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Hollywood Babylon

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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pjoxreader · 2 years ago

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

Thanks and have a good day !

Child of Neptune Reader Meets Percy (Platonic)

((Platonic writing is 100% ok!))

Percy Jackson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Masterlist & Rules~

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

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hikarry · 7 months ago

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Living in my little bubble, surrounded by wonderful queer, left-leaning friends and allies, it's easy to believe that the world is progressing toward a more inclusive and understanding future. Within this sphere, love is celebrated in all its forms, acceptance is (almost always) a given, and societal advancement feels like a tangible reality.

But recently, I stumbled across something that shattered this comforting illusion I was trapped in—a surge of young, right-wing extremist voices emerging here, in Portugal. Yes, you read that right. Portugal. The very country people think it's pacific and everyone is vibing and "CRISTIANO RONALDO" and "FOOTBALL" and "WHORES AND WINE" and what not.

I was browsing through the depths of social media when I came across a series of podcasts led by disturbingly young and fervent right-wing kids. Legit kids. These aren't fringe, obscure channels, but rather platforms that are gaining alarming popularity among teenagers and young adults and what they say is...is simply absurd. Their messages are a chilling echo of the far-right rhetoric we’ve seen spreading across Europe like wildfire. They are just, what, 19 year olds spitting ideas from our dictator 50 years ago? There's literally a girl saying women are born to be at home and raise kids. A GIRL.

And it’s not just Portugal. Look at bloody France, for crying out loud. Across Europe, there's a disturbing trend of young people being drawn to extremist ideologies. Countries once celebrated for their progressive values are now grappling with a resurgence of nationalism, xenophobia, homophobia, and ultra-conservative agendas. The rise of far-right parties in countries like bloody Germany. Fucking Germany. Germany. Someone fucking slap me.

For a long time, I believed that each generation since around, idk, after WWII, was stepping forward, breaking down barriers and forging a more equitable society. But these young podcasters are a stark reminder that we are not all moving forward together. Instead, it seems that for every step forward, there are forces pulling us ten steps back.

It's easy to feel insulated when everyone around you shares your values. The idea that young people—the supposed torchbearers of future progress—are espousing such regressive views is not just disheartening; it's terrifying.

Cause, yes. I'll confess. Since the last presidential election here in Portugal (2020, I believe? Fuck me, I don't know politics, I'm just ranting alright?), the guy running for the extremist right got 3rd place with a really small difference from the woman in second place and I thought "There we go. The old uneducated folk trying to fuck this up. Fucking Salazarists. Just fucking die already." but little did I know a lot of his votes and one of the reasons why that party is now the 3rd strongest force in the Portuguese Assembly it's because of people my fucking age. Or even younger than me. People that grew up with information on their fucking fingertips.

If we want to truly advance as a society, we need to understand why these ideologies are taking root and work tirelessly to counteract them. The bubble of comfort and progress we live in is not representative of the world at large. And if we want to protect and expand the values we hold dear, we need to step out of our bubbles and confront the darkness creeping in at the edges.

#portugal #european politics #queer comunity #spencer speaks

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darkstar225 · 1 year ago

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Twice's 10th member goes missing!

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

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

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

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

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

Jihyo - We need to find my kid!

Jihyo said firmly but her voice kept trembling with anxiety.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jihyo - My baby, you're safe!

Jihyo cried with her voice choked with relief.

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

Where have you been?

Are you okay?

We were so worried!

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

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

Jihyo gently wiped away her lovely girl's tears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We love our dear chosen family.

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

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dangerprone2000 · 9 months ago

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Hey guys! How’s it going?

Here I come again with the second chapter of my Fraphne fic ( that by the way it does not have a title yet. I know, Shame on me.)

I'm thinking about uploading it on some fanfiction platform, but in the meantime…

Here you guys have chapter two! I hope you enjoy it💗

Chapter 2.

Daphne was resting in the dining room of her house, after stirring the food on her plate a little, she retired without eating almost anything.

After last night's conversation, she didn't understand how she could eat again.

She decided she was going to Fred's house when she received an emergency text.

“We have to talk” it reads, and she knew exactly what it meant.

***

Daphne stared at the police cars outside of Fred's house, his father, the mayor, was probably in a meeting.

The limo disappeared behind her, as she walked deeper into the lion's den, to find a scene full of officers, who could probably see through her, the blame in her swollen eyes.

That same morning Amanda's parents identified the body. While Daphne was at school, the terrible news had spread that the Becks had gone to the morgue, and although there was not much left to identify, the body was dressed in the clothes in which Amanda was last seen with: her blue hoody and white boots.

A gold watch, an old family heirloom, had also served to recognize her body.

Her corpse came to Daphne's mind, since Amanda's death it seemed that several of her classmates used to know her as the sweet daughter of the strange Beck family. It was said that her parents were strict: They did not allow her to have a boyfriend, or her own place, and those news had spread like wildfire in the town, as had the news of her death. She was a submissive type of girl so she stayed on their house and obeyed without protest.

A golden child, who was now found dead.

Many kids came that same day to leave flowers and stuffed animals in front of her house, but no one seemed to have photos, or any other memories of her... Amanda had died without leaving evidence that she had ever lived, and Daphne barely remembered her face.

She entered the house, politely greeting the group of people gathered in the living room and went upstairs.

“Open doors Frederick” yelled Mr. Jones as she went in.

Fred's room was very clean and tidy, every little thing was in its place, small Lego constructions were displayed on shelves, with scale models of traps that he had built, or he longed to build, and lots of magazines piled on bookcases.

Fred was fidgeting with a screw, lying on his bed when she opened the door, leaving a careful distance between the door and its frame, knowing that they were alone, and Mr. Jones already made an exception on his “Girl friends are not allowed in your rooms” rule.

It seemed that he really didn’t want them downstairs, meddling around.

“Shh” he dragged a finger to his mouth, attracting the attention to his lips. “If you are quiet enough you can hear them talking.”

Daphne felt a spark of embarrassment flushing down her cheeks, how was she capable of feeling such a dumb thing in a situation like that.

Their gazes met for a second, making her heart race.

Fred really didn't understand why his mind went blank when he looked at her, why did he dream of her. How Every night under his sheets, his mind wandered to her hands touching his skin, her fingers going down his chest, her lips kissing his jaw.

But There was no point on feedings those thoughts towards her, after all, all they produced was a nervous sweat, and for him to start freaking out.

He forced a smile, trying to avoid her gaze.

The officers were surprised at how cold Amanda's parents were, and the ease with which they took the news; her mother had not even cried for her. Not shed a single tear.

“…No enemies, no boyfriends, little friends and no reasons to flee either.”

“The parents didn't dial 911 when she first disappeared, they reported her disappearance directly to the sheriff's office,” said Mr. Jones.

“They said that one day they got up and she had simply disappeared, as if the earth had swallowed her.”

“Any suspects?” One of them asked.

“Not yet, I mean, apart from the parents. We also found some P-metric tire tracks, near the swamp where the body was found, but We can’t piece together any scenarios yet…”

They remained silent, listening to other irrelevant details for what seemed like hours, until noticing movements outside the window, the police officers finally leaving the Jones mansion, with little more than a glass of cognac and a couple of hasty conclusions to draw, leaving Fred certain that by themselves, they would never be able to solve the case. In a couple years the case would be cold and forgotten, although he didn't know if that relieved him, or worried him.

The parents were questioned that same afternoon, but there was still no approximate time of death yet, to determine whether an alibi was solid or not. According to them, Amanda had disappeared on Tuesday around three in the afternoon, while she was supposed to be running errands.

“An autopsy report is being conducted tonight” Fred muttered, giving her a shrug as they watched the police cars disappear in the darkness. “I have been hearing them the whole afternoon.”

Daphne shuddered.

“What else do you know?”

“Joshua and Jessica Beck did not report Amanda's disappearance to Sheriff Bronson until Thursday.”

“And why weren't they asking about their daughter whereabouts?”

“Exactly.” “Maybe she had drug problems. I heard she was almost expelled from school a couple years ago, when she was working with a local Candyman to save up some money and run away from her family. “It was a huge deal back then.”

Daphne hesitated “how do you know about all of this.”

“Well, uh, I- I used to think she was… um, pretty, so I kind of followed her around.”

“So… you had a crush on the pretty girl, huh?”

Fred’s checks burned with indignation“That was like, many years ago.” “As the years passed, my interest became really mild.”

“Oh, but you still checked on her from time to time, didn't you?”

“I didn't!” he cut. “I just bumped into her by accident a couple weeks ago while we were in the market investigating about the ghost clown!”

She frowned, remembering sudden details of the conversation “Freddie, what if the tire tracks are ours?” “What if they are after us.”

He shook his head.

“They are going to investigate the parents first, and everyone who was close to her. Close friends, family, neighbors... would probably seek a search warrant, search for evidence in your home and surrounding areas, at the same time as they search for evidence at the scene."

Tension built in the air of the room.

“This is so sad” she lamented, getting up to clear her thoughts “we have a lot of evidence pointing out to nowhere and I just can't get that image out of my mind” Daphne said, wrapping her arms around herself. “And I don't think I can live with what we did to her either.”

“Honestly, me neither”

She sat next to him, her knees accidentally bumping. “We must solve this, Freddie.” “The problem is I don’t even know where to start.”

Fred shuffled onto his seat, trying to dissipate the tension accumulated in his muscles.

“What if the witches did it, Daph? What if she was getting involved with a guy, watching him in the woods, to keep it secret from her parents, that if she offended them? You know that she is not the first girl to disappear in that exact same place. Matilda Jonhson and Lauren Oliver disappeared there too about sixty years ago. "

“Amanda is the first one to be found though.”

“I don't know, Daph, at this point any of these makes sense.”

“Do you really think that’s an actual possibility?”

“Maybe. I don't know. It’s usually Velma the one who draws the conclusions.”

“I don't think we should get her involved. None of them”

Daphne agreed.

“And what are we going to do?”

“We are going to investigate. “Tomorrow after school, we will pay a visit to the morgue.”

After all, it seemed that once again, they had a mystery on their hands.

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Ben De Almeida: *turns on the screen* “Heyyyy mamas! Welcome back to THE DRAMA MAMA PODCAST! I’m here with my…”

Jazzy Anne: “Girlfriend.”

Ben De Almeida: “WHAT?!”

Jazzy Anne: *laughs* “Yeahhh a ‘girl’ that’s a ‘friend’, bozo.”

Ben De Almeida: *deadpan* "Dude, are you fucking kidding me?" He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his loose messy curls, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly. "This is what I deal with on a daily basis.”

Jazzy Anne: "What? A little bit of reality thrown into the mix?" She winked playfully. "So, you wanna get started with these Qs or do you need a moment to recover from the shock of me being a 'girl'?"

Ben De Almeida: "Oh, I'm fine. Just keeping the drama meter at a steady 100." He glanced over at Jazzy, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "But yeah, let's kick this off. First question: How tall are we?"

Jazzy Anne: “Dude, I’ll answer for Ben, he’s 4’2.”

Ben De Almeida: *rolls his eyes* "Very funny, Jazzy. But seriously, folks, I'm 6 feet of pure comedy genius. Jazzy’s like 2’3”

Jazzy Anne: She giggled, her dark curly hair bobbing around her shoulders as she leaned closer to the camera. "Okay, okay, let's keep it real. I'm actually 5'4" which is the perfect height to kick Ben's ass”

Ben De Almeida: “I’m pretty sure you’re like 5’1-“

Jazzy Anne: Her laughter was infectious as she swiftly raised a hand to cover Ben’s mouth, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “ANYWAYS!” she exclaimed, cutting him off mid-sentence. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but the message was clear: she was ready to pivot to the next question with the kind of glee that comes from knowing you’re about to stir the pot. “This one’s for you, Mr. De Almeida. It says: ‘Why the flip is Ben so fine? 🔥” “The fuck- that is SO not true.”

Ben De Almeida: *swats her hand away playfully* "Alright, alright, keep it PG-13, Jazzy. Geez." He pretended to be offended, his cheeks flushing slightly, the blush standing out against his fair skin. "But if we're going there, I guess I can't complain." He leaned closer to the camera, adopting a serious tone. "It's all about the genetics, baby. And a strict diet of crazy." His goofy smile returned as he winked at the audience, clearly enjoying the playful banter.

Jazzy Anne: "You guys should be asking me that, not this dude.”

Ben De Almeida: “Oh really? And why’s that?” He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest, a smug look playing on his face.

Jazzy Anne: “Shut up- never mind.”

Ben De Almeida: Ben couldn't help but chuckle at Jazzy's attempt to redirect the compliment. He knew she had a fiery personality and wasn't one to shy away from a good roast, but there was something endearing about her feigned humility that always got to him. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight, and folded his arms across his chest, watching her with a playful smile. "Alright, Jazzy," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let's hear it. Why are you so fine?"

Jazzy Anne: “Cause I am. Shit that sounded cringe.”

Ben De Almeida: *laughs* "No, no, it's not cringe. It's just... you're adorable when you try to be modest."

Jazzy Anne: *slightly blushes* “quit flirting, there are children watching.”

Ben De Almeida: *laughs* “ok ok. Next question says: Are we dating?”

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy’s cheeks grew a shade darker, the blush spreading like wildfire across her fair skin. She rolled her eyes, but the playful smile remained. "Well… yes, in fact we’re thinking of getting engaged and having 6 kids.”

Ben De Almeida: "Hold up," Ben said, his smile widening into a full-on grin. "Six? That's a lot of little De Almeida's running around." He leaned in closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Jazzy Anne: “No stupid, I’m just faking that dating shit cause I like seeing these kids get their hopes up.” *smirks*

Ben De Almeida: Ben couldn't help but laugh out loud at Jazzy's antics. She had a way of saying things that made even the most absurd situations seem plausible. He leaned in, his eyes dancing with amusement. "You know what they say, Jazzy," he began, "fake it till you make it." His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of something more beneath the surface, something that suggested maybe he wouldn't mind if their friendship turned into something more. He glanced at the next question, his grin never fading. "Alright, next one. What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?"

Jazzy Anne: “Ohhh! I actually know! The first time me and Ben met, I thought he was kinda cute but know I realized that he’s only thinks he’s cute.”

Ben De Almeida: “Hey! now, that's low blow, Jazzy. Besides, I've seen your awkward fan encounters”

Jazzy Anne: *giggles* “I’m kidding, you’re… wellllll cute but not in a weird way but like cute and not cute at the same time but also… I guess cute? B-but not cute in that way!”

Ben De Almeida: Ben couldn't help but laugh at Jazzy's attempt to backpedal. Her cheeks had turned a lovely shade of pink, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through his chest. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Wow, thanks for the clarification, Jazzy," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But, for real, let's talk about that first meeting. You practically tripped over your own feet when you saw me." He paused, the memory playing out in his mind. "I thought you were going to faceplant right into the floor."

Jazzy Anne: "That's not true!" Jazzy protested, her voice rising an octave. "You're just making that up to make me look bad." She pretended to be offended, her chocolate eyes glaring at Ben, but the smile playing at her lips gave her away. She couldn't help but think back to that fateful encounter, her heart racing as she had tried to play it cool.

Ben De Almeida: "Oh, come on, you know I've got it on video. You can't deny the evidence." Ben chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He leaned back in his chair, his hand hovering over the laptop keyboard. "Should I pull it up for everyone to see?" The tease in his voice was palpable, and he couldn't resist the urge to poke fun at Jazzy's expense.

Jazzy Anne: *jumps on him* “NO! STOP!”

Ben De Almeida: *laughs, caught off guard* "Okay, okay, I'll spare you the embarrassment this time," he said, holding his hands up in surrender. As Jazzy settled back into her chair, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement from her playful assault. It was moments like these that made their friendship feel like something more. He cleared his throat and moved on to the next question. "Alright, let's keep it moving. Who's your celebrity crush?"

Jazzy Anne: “Me.”

Ben De Almeida: “Very original, Jazzy. But if you had to pick someone else, who would it be?”

Jazzy Anne: “OHHHH! IT’D HAVE to be this one guy I saw on YouTube, his name’s Benoftheweek, I think.”

Ben De Almeida: *rolls his eyes dramatically* "Well, isn't that just the most convenient crush you've ever had?"

Jazzy Anne: *smirk* “why’s that?”

Ben De Almeida: Ben couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up from his chest. He knew Jazzy was full of surprises, and her unabashed flirting was one of the many things he enjoyed about their dynamic. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on her playful smirk. "Because he sounds like a real catch," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I mean, he's obviously got great taste in podcasts, so he must be a real keeper." He winked at her, his heart racing just a little bit faster. There was something about the way she could make him feel like the only person in the room that he found utterly captivating. "But seriously, if you're going to crush on someone, at least pick someone who doesn't live in our comment section."

Jazzy Anne: “Honestly…. I don’t think I actually have one.”

Ben De Almeida: Ben's eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening with surprise. "Really?" he said, leaning closer to the camera. "No celebrity crush at all?" He paused, his gaze lingering on Jazzy, watching for any sign that she was joking. Her expression remained steadfast, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He'd been so sure she'd say something ridiculous, something that would keep the banter going. But instead, she was being... serious? He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the sudden shift in mood. "Well, that's refreshing, I guess." He leaned back in his chair, his mind racing to think of how to keep the energy up. “Mine’s this one hot chick who’s a Youtuber and she’s got this handsome friend called Benjamin De Almeida.”

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy rolled her eyes, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier exchange. "You're so full of it," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Isn’t it Zendaya? You have like a life size cut out.”

Ben De Almeida: Ben's eyes widened in feigned horror. "What? No way!" He leaned closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Jazzy's trying to blow my cover!" He paused for dramatic effect before his grin spread wide again. "But in all seriousness, I think we should focus on the real crushes here." He nodded towards the camera, winking. "Our lovely audience."

Jazzy Anne: “Next question is… Oh come on!” *sigh* “Have you guys kissed?”

Ben De Almeida: *laughs* “Well…”

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy's eyes lit up with mischief as she leaned into the microphone, her voice dropping to a whisper that was barely audible over the sound of her own laughter. "What?”

Ben De Almeida: “Remember when we kissed?” *snickering*

Jazzy Anne: “WHAT?! WE KISSED?!”

Ben De Almeida: “Yeah!” *bursts out laughing*

Jazzy Anne: *swats at him* “You’re such an idiot, Ben!” Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. “When?!”

Ben De Almeida: “At-At the Disney after party.” *laughing*

Jazzy Anne: “Oh my god.” *laughs* “Wait that makes sense! Yeahhh.”

Ben De Almeida: “Yeah it was like a peck, you were walking around and going like: hEy cAn i hAvE a fUcKiNg KiSss??” *laughing* “i can’t say it without laughing, I think you were like drunk.”

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy Anne's eyes widened, her laughter turning into a playful gasp as she slapped Ben's arm lightly. "You're terrible!" she exclaimed, trying to keep her composure. The memory of that night at the Disney after party came flooding back, the neon lights. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Ben's. "Okay, okay," she said, her voice still tinged with laughter. "Maybe I was feeling a little... frisky that night." She bit her lip, the mischief in her gaze growing stronger. "But, if I remember correctly, you didn't exactly push me away."

Ben De Almeida: Ben De Almeida couldn't help but laugh harder at the recollection, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watched Jazzy's playful reaction. The memory was hazy, admittedly, but he had a pretty good idea of what had transpired that night. The energy between them had been palpable, a dance of flirty glances and accidental touches that had culminated in that one, slightly awkward but undeniably real kiss. He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks reddening. "Well, when a girl like you comes at me with that kind of enthusiasm, what's a guy to do?" He leaned closer to the microphone, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides, I might have had a little bit of liquid courage myself." He winked, the tension in the room thickening just a touch as their eyes met. The air was charged with something more than just friendship, and Ben couldn't ignore the way his heart was racing. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, focusing on the screen. "Alright, let's get back to it before we get too distracted." He scanned the next question with a grin. "What's the weirdest thing a fan has ever asked you?"

Jazzy Anne: “No kidding, a fan has legit asked me to adopt them and that was some of the weirdest shit I’ve seen.”

Ben De Almeida: Ben's laughter echoed through the room as he slapped the table, his eyes watering. "Adopt them?!" he exclaimed. "What did you say?"

Jazzy Anne: “I didn’t even know what to say so I left them on read.”

Ben De Almeida: *laughing* "You can't just leave a kid hanging like that, Jazzy!"

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy Anne couldn't help but laugh along with Ben, the absurdity of the situation, “Could you imagine me as a mom? It’s gonna start world war 3.”

Ben De Almeida: Ben's laughter subsided, and he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Yeah," he said, his voice still shaking with amusement. "You'd probably forget to feed them or something." His eyes glanced over the next question on the screen, and his expression grew thoughtful.

Jazzy Anne: “Why does this question say: Hey Ben, big fan but you’re acting kinda sus, in this one video you made called Omegle but in real life, at minute 4:43 when that guy asked have you ever looked at a female with lust in your heart? You said yes and looked at Jazzy Anne with a creepy ass grin. Luv your videos.”

Ben De Almeida: Ben De Almeida's eyes widened as he stared at the screen, his cheeks growing redder by the second. "Oh, that one," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heart pounding in his chest. “Shit, why are these guys always pointing out this stuff?” He looked over at Jazzy, his eyes darting back and forth as if trying to gauge her reaction. "Okay, so, that was totally taken out of context."

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy's laughter subsided into a knowing smile as she leaned back in her chair, her dark curly hair framing her flushed face. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot against the floor with anticipation. "Tell me more," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "I'm all ears."

Ben De Almeida: "Okay, okay," Ben began, his own smile growing a bit more nervous. "So, it was just a bit for the video, you know? I was in character." He paused, trying to read the room, his eyes darting to Jazzy's reaction. "It's not like I actually... you know..." His voice trailed off as he realized he was digging himself deeper. “I should just shut up right now, I ain’t getting cancelled today.”

Jazzy Anne: Jazzy Anne’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Ben squirm. She knew he was just trying to keep the podcast entertaining, but she couldn’t resist poking fun at his discomfort. "Oh, so it's just a character," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She leaned in closer to him, her coarse dark curls brushing against his arm. "So, what does that say about your true feelings, Mr. De Almeida?" Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of actual discomfort, but all she found was his usual playfulness. She leaned back, her own smile never wavering. "I'll take that as a compliment, though."

Ben De Almeida: Ben De Almeida felt a warmth spread through his cheeks as Jazzy's eyes locked onto his. He knew she was just playing along, but the way she said it made his heart skip a beat. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Well, if you want the truth," he began, his voice a little shaky, "I think you're pretty amazing." He paused, watching her reaction closely. "But you already know that," he added with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. He picked up his phone, pretending to scroll through his social media. "Next question. Why is Jazzy Anne so sus?”

Jazzy Anne: “BRO! WHAT DID I DO?!”

Ben De Almeida: *chuckles* “I can answer this, the first time we both met, Jazzy actually had this big fat crush on me and she used to keep stalking me and DMing me.”

Jazzy Anne: “That is a lie! You’re just trying to make yourself seem cooler than you actually are!” She laughs, her cheeks rosy with the playful banter.

Ben De Almeida: “Ohh? So you think I am cool?”

Jazzy Anne: “Well, not anymore, Mr. I-have-a-stalker. You’ve lost all your cool points.”

Ben De Almeida: “Shit… ok guys! That’s gonna be the end of this podcast episode! Now I’m gonna take Jazzy on a date!“

Jazzy Anne: “Wait wha-“

Ben De Almeida: “BYE!”

OH MY GOD THIS IS HISTORIC

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hoghtastic · 1 month ago

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Disclaimer: Rant of an exhausted fan. This is just my opinion.

Can we just take a moment to appreciate how completely INSANE everything has gotten? Seriously, it’s mind-blowing. Am I the only one who finds this whole thing deeply exhausting? Like, come on, people, you can’t honestly look at this and not see how unusual it all is. And sure, we know they’ll have a kid and get married, but anyone with a little life experience knows how this story ends.

Let’s start with all the nonsense: the IG stunts, obsessively wearing ALL of his clothes (yes, literally all of them), the endless teasing and trolling, the dog tag necklace, wearing the same shoes, openly admitting she has an obsessive personality, and Alex disappearing more and more while promoting her nonstop. It’s honestly exhausting to watch because it feels forced upon us.

I mean, come on, GUYS! His girlfriend has now infiltrated Comic Con of all places. She’s out there posing in photos with Alex’s fans as if she’s the person of interest. Like… what? Can’t fans have anything anymore without her inserting herself into it?! And don’t come at me with, “We asked her to be in the photo, and she was shy.” Yeah… sure. Girls, please……she made it clear she was in Germany for a reason. She knew some of you would ask her to join. That was her entire plan. Do you really think she just went for the exhibitions? Be real.

She’s wants to be in control of situations and people (and hasn’t she admitted as much herself? How ironic). Looking at everything we've seen and heard from her/them, it's possible that she knows exactly what Alex’s fans want to hear, maybe she acts like the sweet, nerdy “girl-next-door,” and mirrors their interests to win them over. Do you really think she hasn’t been scrolling through YOUR IG accounts, studying all your photos with him? If so, do you also believe she accidentally posted the "Kattegat to Paris" bag in November of 2022? Is she just an innocent angel?

You better believe she knows that everything she says and does there will be spreading like wildfire through the fandom. To make matters worse, Alex is now signing autographs with lines like, “My girlfriend said...” Are you kidding me? Even though the woman who got the autograph didn’t mind, it doesn’t change the fact that we should all take a second to digest this… that is soooooo crazy.

It’s like we can’t have a single thing about Alex anymore without Johanne inserting herself into it (and Alex willingly letting her). She’s everywhere, in every corner of his life, taking over everything.

I couldn’t make it to the convention this time, and honestly? I’m relieved. If I’d bought a ticket and spent my time and money to see Alex, only to have Johanne tag along and take over „his“ event, I would’ve been beyond uncomfortable, not all of us like her, but we still love Alex. This whole dynamic is exhausting to watch, and I can’t imagine how awkward it must have been to experience it in person. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever bother going to a Comic Con for him again.

What’s even more frustrating is seeing some of these superfans eating it up. Have they suddenly forgotten all of Johanne’s questionable behavior? Or are they just ignoring it because she was “nice” to them at the event, and it gave them a false sense of being closer to Alex? Newsflash: playing nice for a few minutes doesn’t erase her past actions.

Seriously, does it actually feel good to stroke the ego of someone like her? I'm sorry girls, personally I just can't get over what we've seen in the past two years. Some classics: She turned Paris and Hermès into a self-promotion campaign. She had to tell everyone that it was HER who filmed his stories for the Red Cross, the constant ME ME ME. Oh and the “I wasn’t impressed when I saw you at an event, I thought you were extremely small,” when Alex was in the best shape of his life and at the peak of his career (while she was telling everyone in Cinderella interviews she’d never met him before). Or “You lost a lot of points in Paris, I almost lost interest in you,” just because he sang karaoke from the heart. Would any of you say that to him? Is this normal to anyone here? If this were my brother, I’d be warning him about how toxic his girlfriend is.

And don’t even get me started on the infamous art stunt, where she blatantly lied about copying an artist’s work. “Pure coincidence,” she claimed, despite evidence she had saved the original on her Pinterest. Seriously? That’s the kind of person we’re talking about here.

What made it worse was how predictable the hardcore fans were. I’m not talking about casual fans who’ve been to a convention or two. I mean the ones who travel ridiculous distances, blow their savings, and idolize Alex like a teenage crush. But the moment Johanne shows up, they’re practically worshipping her too. Why? Because they think sucking up to her will get them closer to Alex. Let’s call it what it is: a desperate little dopamine hit to feel a fake sense of connection. And don’t forget girls….you’re paying for those interactions.

It’s honestly embarrassing to see how far some fans have crawled up her ass, knowing full well how much the rest of the fandom has been suffering since Johanne took over Alex’s life and his IG. He’s not the same anymore, and we all know it. Yet these superfans keep pretending everything’s fine, just to please her and maybe…just maybe….feel like they’re pleasing Alex too. Let’s be honest: would you be worshipping her if Alex weren’t in the picture?

This situation is ridiculous. The fandom feels hijacked. Alex used to be someone we could admire and connect with, but now everything is overshadowed by Johanne. It’s exhausting, and honestly, it’s sad to see how far it’s gone. What’s even left? Oliver Green?

Hello, dear anon! Thank you so much for putting your time and energy into this rant (and detailed summary of the past 2 years) and for sharing your thoughts with us! 😊

Personally, I think you’ve made a lot of valid points, and I would just like to comment on the recent comic con situation. You pointed out, and very well so, that “she knew some of you would ask her to join”, and given that’s exactly what happened, I think these so called “super fans” are also part of the problem. I mean, she could be there, keeping him company, but if some fans weren’t so desperate for attention and trying to be in Alex’s good graces, they wouldn’t ask her for pictures, and she wouldn’t be taking space in events and moments that should be only about Alex and his fans. She takes the space that people allow her to take, and she’s important because people give her importance. Because some fans seem to think of them as some kind of unity, and we can’t be a fan of one without being a fan of the other, apparently. 😅 I’m not saying that people should be rude towards Johanne, by no means. But they shouldn’t idolise her either, just because she’s linked to Alex.

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fandom-trash-xl · 2 months ago

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EPISODE 9: THIEVES

"What? It's just an ordinary- Oh my goodness! SQUIDWARD!"

Panzy is really insistent that the gang finally stays at a hotel for once, as Goku starts to stinketh, but first, they need to hide anything that'll bring attention to Goku getting the Dragon Ball. The news has already spread like wildfire. Goku gets a bear hat! Plus, no one will know the Dragon Ball's in this conspicuously spherical bag!

Now that I'm looking at it, the Dragon Ball seems a bit smaller than the Namek ones, probably more basketball sized. I guess size doesn't matter in terms of their power. (I'm still really curious to see what the dragon looks like)

No more than two minutes inside the hotel and Goku immediately jeopardizes the mission by taking his bear hat off in public to scratch an itch, so a couple of punks, including Demon Realm Man-Wolf, drum up a scheme to get good money off of poaching the Dragon Ball.

Panzy lends Goku a spare set of PJs for after his long overdue bath, as he was dead set on wearing the same gi 24/7, quickly making clear that he doesn't want any of her panties (he's just not into women's undergarments, sorry to crush your lingerie Goku dreams /j) not that she'd give him any.

Demon Man-Wolf causes a scene in the lobby to get everyone out of the room while his compatriot swipes the Dragon Ball. For whatever reason, Glorio can't (or won't, hesitating because of his betrayal hm?) pursue the flying guy from past a window (was it really that hard to shoot???), so it's up to Goku to save the day (with a little help from a tracker Panzy made).

Glorio still pitches in a minute or so later. ROPE ENERGY ATTACK?!? Lesgooo... This man continues to deliver, when can I buy his merchandise please!!

Panzy earned a fist bump from Glorio! Looks like he's warming up to the gang!

We cut back to Degesu and Gomah where they receive the very belated news that the Dragon Gang is now in the Demon Realm and have taken down one of the Tamagamis. Gomah's frustration gives him an extreme case of gag manga stretchy physics and he laments not getting the Evil Third Eye (that I'm still curious about). The kid wish didn't seem to affect their power levels much at all- I expected there to be more instability plot points, but that may be the GT brain talking.

Also, I can't get over Gomah's little desk.

Tuning back in with Team B, looks like plane jackers are a common theme here. Turns out that gang stopped by the neon nightclub last night and Vegeta got into a fight with some punks who dared interrupt him enjoying his combo meal.

The Goku Group meets up with them for a bit, but only to say "sorry, plane's full, we'll catch up later", which Vegeta is not happy about.

Piccolo notes that Goku seems overly eager to fight the TGs, "a bad habit of his". At least someone's aware of Goku's need for Fight-holic rehab.

Hybis continues to be a whole bunch of randomness- his belt's a living eyeball, he's dead set on them playing the Zombie Game in the Zombie Forest. Love the batshit worldbuilding sprinkles.

The punks from the club return with extra muscle to rematch Vegeta, who really needs to let off steam now. It goes just as well as you'd think for them- Vegeta doesn't even need to waste Super Saiyan let alone a Big Bang Attack on the riffraff. Piccolo gets a shot too, but Vegeta's pulling the main character card for this scene. Thankfully, the ship they stole is just around the corner.

We cut back to Arinsu and Mabra's Homunculus-Making Girl's Night- and we get the reveal that another pointy-eared species is from the Demon Realm. The Saibamen! Was not expecting Saibamen lore this deep in. Apparently, Saibaman seeds will improve this new Majin, who we'll actually see today!

Majin KUU- where's the theming, is it just a letter swap? Part Saibaman, part Buu, apparently a few other trace creatures.

...AND WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!? It's certainly something... It looks like Golden Frieza and Nuova Shenron's forbidden love child. I don't know how to feel about that. AND HE HAS THE CLOWN LIPS TOO, DANG IT

Its first goal- defeat Tamagami Number One!

The preview tells us pretty much nothing except there'll be an ocean involved and Bulma's obsessing over her rejuvenated skin. Did she get one of the skin care beans? Was de-aging to a child not enough for her? They're definitely hiding something with a preview like that.

EPISODES WITHOUT KNOWING HANVI'S WHEREABOUTS: 9

#dragon ball #dragon ball daima #dragon ball daima spoilers #daima episode 9 #goku #vegeta

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pucksalotguys · 2 years ago

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Maybe, Forever- Chapter 3

Masterlist to series

WC: 2.4K , TW: mentions of verbal and physical abuse

Sidney learns more about Lucas and Mia's relationship and sees for himself what kind of things go on. After a practice turned fight he finally has enough and goes to find Mia to have a talk with her and leaves feeling even more defeated than before. But when Night of the Assists happens and he hears of an accident Mia has and with Lucas being a no show, he knows she's in trouble (big thanks and much love to everyone showing this series support ! I know it's different so thanks ! Hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think)

Sidney had already had countless conversations with Mia by the time the team was on their way back to Pittsburgh. Every time he talked to her, he felt like a teenager again; her personality shone through even text messages. He knew everything about her, right down to her favorite movie and color. He unfortunately also knew Lucas liked keeping an eye on her sometimes, which he boasted about to the entire team during a game of cards on the plane

“Been with me since I was 15, been through hell and back and there’s no way in hell I’d ever let her leave me” Lucas stated proudly as he took a sip of his water “Till death do us part, I don’t believe in divorce and neither does Mia” "I mean, all of that is out of date." Sidney spoke up as the guys turned to look at him “We’re not in the 50’s anymore. People divorce all the time”

"You aren't married Sidney. I don't expect you to understand where I'm coming from," Lucas said with a grin “Marriage is for life, at least to some of us”

"It's just that you talk about your wife as if she's your property," Sidney explained simply

Lucas looked at him with a small chuckle "What can I say? I'm just old fashioned. Mia and I have been together since we were 15 years old, we’ve been together for 10 years, and married for 4. Not to be a jerk, but she is mine; I waited long enough for her and put a ring on her finger. A nice one while we’re at it"

"Do you guys want kids?" Kris asked, hoping to alleviate the tension.

"Kids important." Geno gave a nod.

Lucas scoffed "I absolutely detest them, but I promised her one before we turn 30, but then again I'll be gone half the time most likely so I figure why not. Though just thinking about changing a diaper makes me wanna gag"

"You're still immature, so you have time to overcome your childish fears," Sidney stated coldly

"Do you want children, Sidney?" Lucas questioned "I mean, 36 years old and no girlfriend ? I sure hope you saved some of your.....specimen man, because it's only going to get tougher as you get older."

Sidney shrugged as he took the jab "If it happens, it happens; if it doesn't, it doesn't matter. Everything else I require is already in my possession."

"I know, but you live a very lonely life," Lucas persisted, "But you're right, whatever works best for you. Just sad you probably won't have kids to share your life with...or a wife"

With that Sidney folded in the game and went back to his seat as he sat and looked out the window, he felt his phone buzz and looked at it as he made sure no one noticed and sent a text back Are you okay ?I just wanna know something…..I saw something online Sidney sighed, he knew she was talking about the incident at the hotel. Somehow news of infidelity always spread like wildfire One thing I’ve learned after being in the league for 17 years now, don’t believe everything you see online. Everyone wants their 5 minutes of fameYou’re right. Have a safe rest of your flight. Hope to see you eventually again He reread the text over and over until he put his phone away. It wasn’t healthy that he was thinking about her, that he wanted to talk to her in person. He barely knew her yet he knew so much about her. The worst was knowing someone like Lucas went home to her, and after learning about his past it made him a bit nervous

By the time the plane landed it had gotten dark, he grabbed his carry on and got off the fight as he grabbed his luggage and walked out to his car yawning “Someone’s sleepy…..” Sidney whipped his head around and smiled as he saw Mia waiting in the parking lot “Hey….Mia, hey” “You said that already” she chuckled He set his bags down as he walked over to her window “I just, I guess I wasn’t expecting you to be here is all” “I’m picking up…my husband” Mia said softly “I dropped him off and I'm here to pick him up, I um…I’m glad I could see you for a bit though.You look like you could use some rest” “Exhausted” he admitted quietly “But I think I hear Lucas, I’ll get going” “Hey…..tomorrow after practice he has an appointment with a trainer and an interview for your social media page. He’ll be busy for a few hours, maybe we can meet up or something” “Of course” Sidney answered a bit too quickly “You let me know where and I’ll be there”

“I will” she said softly as she grinned “Night Sidney, get some rest” He gave a small wave and walked back to his car as he loaded his luggage and acted distracted as he heard Lucas approach the car

“Thanks again babes, much appreciated”

“We need to talk when we get home, I’m serious Lucas” Mia sighed “You were gone 10 days, you only texted me on the second day then that was it. You can’t do that”

“Here the fuck we go” Lucas sighed “It’s been less than 5 minutes and you’re bitching already ? Fuck Mia, you have to be a bitch already ?”

“I hate that fucking word” Mia snapped

“Don’t act like one and I won’t call you one” Lucas said back “Now drive, I’m exhausted. I got a long ass day tomorrow. I wanted to come home in a good mood, you know ? Believe it or not I missed you a lot”

“I’m sorry” Mia whispered “I didn’t mean to be a….to be fucked up. I missed you a lot”

“That’s my girl” he pet her cheek “I missed you tons babe, tons. Hope you’re ready for tonight” he leaned over and kissed her roughly

Sidney had seen enough as he turned on his car and purposely honked on his way out as he drove home. Hearing information on how Lucas acted was one thing but seeing and hearing it himself was a different kind of feeling. Somehow he knew chances of seeing Mia the next day were slim to none ***************

“He’s in a good mood” Kris mentioned to Sidney “Really good mood” “Hopefully this means he’ll be good for practice” Sidney responded “I feel like we babysit him anytime he’s around” he said as they got on the ice and lead stretches “A little sore” Lucas grimaced a bit “I gotta see a trainer after this” “You okay ? Kris asked “My wife kicked me in her sleep last night” he nodded “She was moving and I happened to be too close” “Is she okay ?” Sidney asked concerned

“I’m the one who got kicked in my knee and you wanna ask if she’s the one who’s okay ? You’re something else man” Lucas chuckled “But yeah she’s fine…..well she’s probably sore as hell too” he smirked “I wasn’t asking about your personal life” Sidney said sternly “Glad to know you’re all good” “Someone isn’t getting laid” Lucas muttered as he got up and got ready for drills He turned around and skated over as he gave him a shove “You wanna mutter or you wanna say it to my face ?” “What’s up your ass man ?” Lucas said taken back “Jesus, you’ve been on one” “You’re the one who constantly runs his mouth, you ever think of shutting the fuck up ? Sidney asked “This isn’t Nashville,Tampa or Colorado alright ? You’re 25 years old, you’re grown. Act like it already” Lucas rolled his eyes “Knock off the robot captain act, you’re the reason this team flops every year. Every guy here other than those two fear you” he pointed to Geno and Kris “I don’t, you’re not gonna treat me like some rookie when I have just has many cups has you do and I do really fucking good out there on the ice” “Who the hell do you think you are ?” Sidney asked

“Someone who’s gonna light this fucking team on fire” Lucas stood in front of him “Starting with you” Sidney shoved him again, more forcefully this time, as the guys surrounded them and held him back. In frustration, he threw down his helmet and shook his head "You know exactly what you're doing."

"You literally threw me to the ground ! What the fuck is wrong with you ?" exclaimed Lucas

"Get your shit out of here and go to the trainers; I don't want to see you out here. Go." Sidney said sternly "Now"

He watched as Lucas skated off and left the ice, and to his surprise, it appeared that the majority of the team was divided about what had happened.

"Just a disagreement" Sidney said as he picked up his helmet

"It sure felt personal to me," Kris admitted

"Let's wrap it up," Sidney sighed

Practice went on as usual, and despite the ordeal, Sidney knew the guys were always ready to work. He completed his usual routine and went to the locker room as he sat down and got changed

"He's being questioned. I'm pretty sure management is in there with him," Kris mentioned

"Good," Sidney said, shrugging. "He needs it."

"Something has changed since he arrived, and whatever it is needs to stop. Make it work, he's here for the rest of the season. Consider the team. We need his participation."

Sidney shook his head and grabbed his bag as he stood up "I don't wanna talk about this, I'll see you guys tonight at Night of the Assists. Be on time"

Before leaving the room he peeked over and noticed Lucas soaking in an ice bath, based on his own routine he knew he had at least 2 hours to go. By the time he got in his car he decided to do the one thing he knew he was advised not to, but with the conversation earlier he needed to check on Mia to see if she was okay. He waited as the phone rang and nothing, he sent a text and it came back green To say he was concerned was an understatement. Knowing Lucas still had time at the facility, he drove over to their penthouse and carefully examined the area as he made his way inside and up the elevator.

He took a deep breath and knocked quietly; when he received no response, he knocked again, this time a little louder, "It's....me...and by it's me, I mean Sidney."

He adjusted his sweater and hair as he heard footsteps approaching the door and softened his expression when the door opened and he saw Mia in front of him. She was dressed in an oversized cardigan, a turtleneck, and black leggings. It was a bit much, even for a Pittsburgh winter

"Sidney, what are you doing here?" Mia said quietly, "Leave now."

"I got concerned because you weren't responding to me," he admits, "what's going on?"

"My phone is broken, and I won't be able to get a new one until tomorrow," she said quietly. "Now please go, please."

"He hurt you last night, didn't he?" he asked, "that's why you're all covered up."

"How dare you imply such a thing?" Mia snapped "It's winter, there's snow outside Sidney. I get cold easily."

He sighed and entered the apartment, closing the door behind him. "There's something you should know that happened," he said

"He had a threesome with some chicks he met on the road," she said, nodding "I know"

"And you still slept with him?" Sidney asked with wide eyes

"How the hell do you know what I do in my personal life ?"

"Your lovely husband enjoys telling the world how good you are in bed," Sidney responded

Mia shuddered at the remark "Nobody should know what he and I are up to. I'll have to speak with him about it."

"Why are you with someone like that ? I know he's a bad person," he said softly " I know that the police visited your home in Colorado a few months ago."

When he mentioned Colorado, her head snapped up to face him. "How did you find out about that ?"

"I have a friend on the team, a close friend. I think you may have known him, Nathan" he mentioned

"Oh" she whispered "He was lovely, very nice. But still, you don't know the whole story. It was just a misunderstanding that time"

"What about right now ? You said your phone was broken, was that his doing ?"

“I think it’s best you leave now” Mia said “Please”

“He’s still at the facility if that’s what you’re worried about and he’s got a shit ton of shit to do back there from….earlier” he explained not wanting to dive into the fight earlier “And it’s another hour to get here so there’s plenty of time”

Mia sighed and took off her cardigan and turtleneck, leaving her in just a sports bra "There is nothing on me, no marks or bruises. I'd take off my leggings, but I think you get the point here."

Sidney turned crimson as he turned his head the other way to avoid seeing her. "I...I see now," he said.

"Listen, he's rough around the edges, but sometimes these people need someone. I'm his someone," Mia explained, "and I'm all he knows. You may not get it, but you are not required to."

"You already know he's not a nice person. I'm not going to sit here and listen to you tell me how Lucas is this godly person when he should be rotting" Sidney stated “I came here trying to help you, but you don’t want my help then fine. Do what you want, it’s your life after all”

He walked out and drove home as he got ready in a rush, he wasn’t in the mood at all to go to the event but he was gonna try hardest to put his feelings behind him and try to have a good night

The last thing he expected to see at the arena was everyone but Lucas, feeling the annoyance building up he went up to everyone an gathered them for a photo, as he sat next to Geno he leaned in his ear

“Where’s Lucas ?” he whispered

“Wife get sick, in hospital” Geno whispered back “Bad fall” Sidney felt his stomach drop, he knew it wasn’t a fall and he knew damn well it wasn’t an accident either

#Sidney Crosby #Sidney Crosby fic #sidney crosby oneshot #sidney crosby fanfiction #sidney crosby story #sidney crosby fanfic #sidney crosby writing #sidney crosby blurb #pittsburgh penguins fic #nhl fic #hockey fic

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

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

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

Ryuji Sakamoto (Codename: Athlete)

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

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

Sumire Yoshizawa (Codename: Coach)

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

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

Goro Akechi (Codename: Mysterious)

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

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

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

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

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

So I hope you all have yourselves a Happy Holidays!

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

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blackhearted1 · 1 year ago

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~~~~ Grit ~~~~

A MHA OG FanFic that is a female reader insert.

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

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

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

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Ch 1: A Rough Introduction

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Really cool! Also multiple?" Kirishima asks.

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

" Well how do you know?" Ojiro asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" We should go say hi." Hagakure suggests.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" She is joking right?" Kaminari nervously laughs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Never sir!" She growls.

" Now wait just a minute!" Todoroki yells.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" You look like hell." Tokoyami tells her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Is she ok?" Aoyama asks concerned.

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

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

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

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

" Quirks?!" Tetsutetsu asks loudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Right!" They reply.

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

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

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

" Jiro!" Some of them yell.

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

" Well what now Deku?!" Bakugo yells.

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

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

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

" You got it!" They shout in unison.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Tetsutetsu are you ok?" Kendo asks.

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

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

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

" She is the ultimate survivalist." Iida gasps.

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

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

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

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

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

" I think that got her." Mina comments.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" She captured your dumbass too." Kamakiri laughs.

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

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

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

" What do you mean?" Shoto asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

" No what are those?" Shoto asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Abdullah? Who is Abdullah?" Kaminari asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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