#this is worse than being kidnapped and taken somewhere dangerous

[f4m0u5m0n573rzz]

100% real footage of me going insane while trying to know/figure out and organise absolutely everything and anything I can about things I like or want to know. Namely, my chemical romance/gerard way/frank iero/etc…

Also thinking about everything I’m missing out on/have missed out on/will miss out on and not know (shows, photos, interviews, videos, etc.)

My Chemical Romance ruined my life and it will ruin yours.

Be very careful.

Save me

[furiousgoldfish]

Did my parents use cult techniques of abuse on me?

Or, did I grow up in a cult-like environment?

Control of appearance

my parents would berate me for my choice of clothing and accessories

my parents would insult me, call me names or slurs or make inappropriate comments if I dressed in a way they disapproved of

my parents would refuse to take me places until I dressed the way they required

my parents would shame me for my appearance and say they're ashamed to be seen in public with me

my parents would require me to look similar to what they look, even if it wasn't my style

my parents would take away pieces of my clothing and destroy it if they didn't like it

my parents would blackmail me or force me to wear a certain piece of clothing against my will

my parents would physically force me into clothing they decided I should wear

my parents berated, insulted and shamed me for the length, color and the style of my hair, if it wasn't what they thought I should look  like

only certain styles of clothing, hair, and accessories were acceptable for me to wear

Control of information, isolation and 'them versus us'

my parents would ask me 'where did you learn that?' whenever I would say something they didn't like

my parents would blame the school/my friends and say 'is this what they taught you?' if I didn't comply with their requests

my parents would disprove of reliable sources of information; they would insist they're right even when their information was directly against science, common sense, school or expert opinion

I was restricted or heavily discouraged from absorbing certain sorts of media (tv was forbidden, or certain books were forbidden, or the internet)

my parents were happy to expose me to information on how others live only if they were showing me worse abuse than what was going on at home. my only references were people who hurt their children much worse

my parents didn't like me spending time with my friends and would criticize those friends harshly in front of me

my parents considered anyone who isn't like them stupid, undesirable, less worthy and irrelevant, they wouldn't take in new information about them and instead considered themselves superior

my parents insisted that there isn't a place for me in the 'outside world' and that I'm only ever going to be a burden and a liability to everyone

my parents convinced me that people in the 'real world' were cruel and dangerous, and that I was likely to get killed, kidnapped, robbed, sexually assaulted or taken hostage by them

my parents believed anyone who fell victim to homelessness, addictions, abuse, poverty, illness or misfortune was stupid, worthless, lived their life wrong, and it was all their own fault that this happened to them

Control of location, financial abuse and life decisions

my parents would take any money I receive as a gift away from me

my parents would take any money I earn away from me

my parents would find a way to 'borrow' or 'keep safe' the money that was supposed to be mine, and I would never see it again

my parents would employ me to do work that would otherwise be paid work, but I would never hear about the money, they would just say it would go to 'the cost of keeping me'

my parents required me to work to 'deserve to live', I would have to do extensive physical work in order to deserve food, shelter, and basic resources I needed for school

my parents didn't give me proper working conditions, when working I wasn't allowed to complain of being tired, hungry, needing the toilet or a break, I had to work silently

my parents wanted me to work for them even after coming of age

my parents wanted me to only work somewhere close to the family (in the same town/city/district, or in a relative's home) and would sabotage me getting jobs that required me to move away

my parents threw tantrums or had extreme anxious reactions if I were to try to move somewhere away from them (insisting I'd be hurt, kidnapped, killed, robbed, sold into slavery, etc)

my parents wouldn't allow me to make life decisions on my own even when I was of age, and insisted that they know what is right for me instead

my parents would withdraw their support from me, or do intense shaming, guilt-tripping, acting hurt and betrayed and blaming me for their own bad psychological state, if I tried to make my own life decisions the way I wanted (even when I'm an adult)

if I needed to move for school/work, my parents insisted on being in as close contact as possible, they wanted me to call them daily or would call daily

I felt that my parents did not trust me to know how to take care of myself and they felt it was necessary to control all of my decisions for me, or I would go directly into my own doom

Strict patriarchal standards

my family believed that the father is supposed to be the 'leader' of the family and that other members of the family, specifically children, were to listen to his orders obediently or be punished

my family allowed the father to use extremely cruel punishments if he wasn't obeyed instantly

there was a double standard for what the family was free to do, and what the father was free to do; he could act as he pleased, but for the rest, there were strict rules of behaviour and limited freedom

while the father in the family was allowed to criticize, humiliate, guilt-trip and demand labour and resources from anyone in the family, he himself was above criticism and was not to be questioned

there was a double standard for girls and boys in my family; girls needed to be submissive, pleasing to look at, work endlessly for others and act like helpers and resources for other members of the family. boys were valued for toughness, durability, aggressiveness.

controlling, bullying and assaulting girls would be forgiven and dismissed, but girls would not be allowed to fight back.

boys were encouraged to fight and were not supposed to complain about injuries or fear physical violence at all

girls were valued for chastity, virginity and appeal to men, while boys were valued for physical strength, leadership, agression and decision making

extensive shame was put on any sexual desire, curiosity or even requests for information about sex

it was assumed that the goals for the young girls in the family was to become married and were trained for 'serving their future husband', to the point where they would be criticized and humiliated for anything 'their future husband wouldn't like'

my family did not give us any resources or information that would teach us about sex or protect us against sexual abuse

there was sexual abuse of children in my family (by adults, or by other children) and it was ignored, dismissed, either never brought to light or the perpetrators were protected if it ever was brought to light, and the entire thing covered up

Breaking (tw torture, tw murder attempts)

I was denied food or shelter if I would disobey my parents as a child

I was locked up somewhere if I would disobey my parents

I was hit, chased, threatened with violence, had things thrown at me and had people scream at me in rage if I disobeyed them as a child

I was beaten, to the point where I had marks on my body, as a punishment for disobedience

I was starved as a punishment for disobedience (my food intake was limited, a meal was withdrawn every day or multiple meals were, or my meals were less than what everyone else was allowed to have)

I was sleep-deprived as a punishment (allowed less than 8 hours of sleep at night)

I was overworked as a punishment (forced to do long or unusual cleanings or other menial labour)

I was exposed to life-threatening situations as a punishment (someone would try to drown/choke/injure me, or put me in a situation where I would likely get injured)

Punishments would not be over until I would break down unable to bear it any more and I would apologize and beg for it to stop, sometimes it still wouldn't stop

After punishments, nobody would speak to me, look at me, pay attention to me, or give me any comfort or acknowledgment, everyone acted as if I was poisonous or toxic (this is shunning)

After punishments, I would be isolated, without any human contact, for prolonged periods of time, I wouldn't be allowed back into the family until they decided it was time

I was exposed to extensive shaming and contempt for disobeying (I was told I was the worst, most selfish creature to live, that I was evil, possessed, demonic, I was called slurs, animal names, monstrous names, compared to the devil or worst humans to exist, blamed for everyone's suffering, accused of causing suffering on purpose and enjoying it)

intimate, sexual or extremely uncomfortable punishments were done to me for disobeying or talking back

I believed that the members of the family were all-powerful, and that there was no way of escaping their punishments, or for them not to find out if I've done anything wrong. I became terrified of making any mistakes and couldn't see a world where they wouldn't find out

I was scared that the family members could read my thoughts and was forbidden to think anything ill of them

Religious and Spiritual Abuse (control of thoughts)

I was supposed to accept the same religion my parents believed in, and anything else was unacceptable

I was forced to participate in church going, religious activities and rituals even if I strongly did not want to be involved

I was taught extensive religious or spiritual beliefs from the start of life, and would be judged on those standards/had to prove my faith in various ways

I was forced to 'confess' my thoughts and beliefs to a member of the family or the church, who then judged me and 'corrected' my way of thinking, telling me how I should (must) think

my place in society was dictated by my religion, if religion said my purpose is to have a family, or have children, then the only way for me to exist would be to follow that purpose

I was taught that laziness is a sin and I was to work every moment I possibly could, or I would be shamed as a sinner

I was told I was impure, sinful, that certain parts of human nature like curiosity, desire for knowledge, critical thinking and indulgence in my interests and desires was 'against god', and I had to give it all up in order to be a good person

I was taught to fear god's wrath and that punishment would come for anything that could possibly be perceived as wrong

I was taught that suffering is necessary and good for us, that the more we suffer in this world, more will we be rewarded in the next one, and that being put through extensive and prolonged pain would actually save me and give me good graces with god

alternatively, I was told that any suffering was my fault and only here because 'I didn't believe enough' or 'my faith isn't pure enough' and if I only did everything right, then I would have no suffering, no illnesses, no problems and no bad moods ever

I was told there was something demonic and evil inside of me, and had to bear punishments to 'exorcise the possession'

I was told I was so evil, selfish and demonic that I could not be loved, or could only be loved under certain conditions, and if I'm continually punished

I was introduced to a 'new age religion' or a specific spiritual belief by my family and was then groomed to participate in it long term, not realizing that it was done for a purpose to benefit a certain cause that was ultimately exploitative and deceptive

I was shamed and told I was doing harm to the world for arbitrary things, like having my own stuff, eating certain foods, participating in certain harmless activities or buying certain things

limits and restrictions would be placed on completely harmless things for which I would then be persecuted

Escape prevention

I was told that I was not capable of living in the normal world and that I would die if I ever escape

I was told I would commit suicide if I escape

I was told that the world outside is life-threatening, that people are dangerous, prone to attack, murder, rob, assault or kidnap me

I was told that I was absolutely unwanted, burden and a waste of space if I'm outside of the family

I was told there was no way for me to become a part of any other group or have a place in any social circle outside of the family

I was terrified that there would be revenge if I ever escaped, and that someone would come and attempt to take my life

(in case of escape) extensive measures were taken to try and get me to come back, I was searched for, contacted and harassed by multiple people trying to find me and bring me back home

(in case of escape) my relatives, friends, acquaintances and peers were harassed and manipulated to believe they need to bring me back and that I'm making a mistake

I was extensively shamed, told I was being cruel, in the wrong, that I needed to forgive and forget any wrongdoing, that I was doing damage and hurting people, if I ever tried to escape

I could feel that I would be shunned, everything I had would be taken from me and I would be left without any family, any resources or any safety net if I ever escape

(in case of escaping) I became shunned and unwelcome in my own family

(in case of escaping) the worst rumors and allegations were spread against me, my family told everyone made-up stories or exaggerated lies of how awful, cruel, selfish, crazy, distorted, sick and psychotic I am

(in case of escape) after escaping, I was hit with severe terror and trauma, and was barely able, or completely unable to function for a period of time, I didn't believe I would survive, and I didn't know how to function in the world

(in case of escape) after escaping, I realized I had nothing to my name, no skills for survival outside of the family, and I needed to re-learn everything, from socialization with people to financial skills and self care, I wasn't taught anything that would help me live in the outside world

*if someone other than your parents did this to you, you can substitute 'parents' by 'abuser'. Sometimes cults will cut family bonds and convince you that the cult community is your only family

If you've scored high on this list, it doesn't necessarily mean you were brought up in a cult, because cults often use tactics of domestic abuse, and the reverse is also true, domestic abusers often use cult tactics of abuse. It also doesn't mean that you weren't brought in a cult, if most of this is applicable you could potentially benefit from reading resources about cults and how they function, and how to recover from them and clear your mind of their control.

Most families raise their children in their own religion, and by patriarchal standards, it doesn't mean that it isn't religious and sexist abuse, because children are often not free to choose their beliefs or live freely of those standards. It's a societal type of 'accepted abuse'. However, you had anything from 'Breaking' category true for you, you were severely abused and someone attempted to take your free will completely from you, and take control of you. Everything in there counts as torture, is illegal, and is not in any way acceptable to do to a child, or adult, and none of it could ever be done for your own good. Also, control of your appearance, finances, information and escape prevention are strong signs of exploitation and being held hostage and used against your will. Control of appearance is mostly done so that nobody in the outer world could recognize that you're not there by your free will and as a part of that family/community, it's to make your abuse invisible and undetectable. Control of information is there to make it invisible to you, so that you can't figure out whats happening to you isn't normal.

If you've scored high on this list, it means you've been through extensive and terrifying levels of abuse, and that strong measures were taken to prevent you from escaping. This type of abuse has long-lasting effects and is not something one can easily recover from. Nobody deserved anything on this list to be done to them, every point is abuse.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Restless Man (Part 2)

Summary: Beau finds out about the reader’s plan of using herself as bait and he’s none too happy about it. When things aren’t adding up, they start to think outside the box and realize Beau’s kidnapping is tied to something much worse than they imagined...

Pairing: Beau Arlen x reader

Part 1

Word Count: 4,200ish

Warnings: language, angst, bodily injury, kidnapping, threats, mentioned minor past minor character deaths

A/N: Spoilers for Big Sky season 3! Enjoy!

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“So if we work a grid over here from the North side, we’d have more coverage,” you said, leaning over a map on the conference room table. Everyone in the room jumped when Beau threw the door open, the slam of it bouncing off the wall echoing through the room. You stared wide eyed as he stepped inside using his crutch, crossing the room far too fast for a man as injured as he was. “Sheriff-”

“Everyone out,” he growled. You barely moved when he shot daggers at you, his eye actually twitching. “Not you.”

You got a few sympathetic looks as people left the room. The second the door shut, Beau was in your face, barely an inch away. You swallowed when he growled, letting out a low deep breath.

“Beau-”

“I tell you these people want to do unspeakable things to you, things I will have nightmares about forever, a-and you want to offer yourself up as bait?” Hot breath fanned over your face, Beau’s pants ragged as he let the rage pour out of him. “Are you that monumentally stupid? I mean really? Are that much of a fucking idiot-”

“Shut your damn mouth, Arlen.” His eyes flashed with surprise for a split second before the fire behind them re-ignited. “No. No you don’t get to call me stupid for having the balls to say this is our best bet. If it were anyone else, you wouldn’t be like this. But it’s me and you’re scared so you’re coming in here acting like I’m a damsel. Well guess what? I know what the fuck I’m doing.” 

He grabbed the collar of your hoodie, fisting it hard. You didn’t let him scare you into breaking eye contract, even if it seemed like he was ready to snap. “Arlen. It’s the best plan to catch these guys.”

“You’re only doing this because I told you I won’t be okay until they’re caught.” He stepped back, dropping his hand. “Drop this plan or I will put cuffs on you and tell them to keep you in lock up. I’m not joking.”

“It’s the best plan,” you said softly. 

“It’s the plan that gets you taken,” he said. Beau lowered his head, breathing deeply. “It’s too fucking dangerous and the team knows it. Why do you think they called me?”

You glanced out the conference room window, eyes landing on Pop. The second yours met, he glanced away and put his back to you, pretending to take a file somewhere else. Beau sat back against the table, green eyes turning gentler. 

“It was Pop, wasn’t it.” 

“He’s your partner. He cares about you.” You crossed your arms, standing before him, Beau’s cheek a painful purple color. 

“You told him what those guys said they’d do to me.” He nodded, an air of reluctant about him. “We can’t stop a good plan because you’re scared.”

“We can’t do a stupid plan because you want me to stop being scared.” You pursed your lips, Beau taking hold of one of your hands. “You know how bad this could go, especially when we’re backed into a corner. They get you and we will never see you again and I’m not letting this be our last conversation. We have so many conversations ahead of us, Y/L/N. We deserve to have them.”

With a sigh you sat down in a chair, Beau sliding into one himself. He never dropped your hand, rubbing his thumb gently over top. 

“Maybe it’s a dumb idea,” you mumbled. He smiled for the briefest of moments, quickly lowering his head. 

“If we had more info, it could work. But it’s way too risky right now.” You hummed, Beau scooting his chair closer, your knees touching. “I am sorry for bursting in like I did and undermining your authority. You’re the senior officer in charge and I’m sorry.”

“You’re scared,” you said with a shrug, glancing at Pop through the window one more time. “You must have told him some pretty bad shit was going to happen to me.”

“I did. Unfortunately none of it is a lie.” You spun in the chair to face the white board, Beau moving beside you, the two of you sitting in silence for a few minutes. “Y/N.”

“You getting the feeling that none of this makes sense too?” you asked. 

“Uh huh.” You were both staring at the two suspects pictures on the board, the ones you’d arrested yesterday. “If they’d actually wanted revenge, I’d be dead. If they wanted me to call and say I faked evidence in my old cartel case, they’d have tortured me for it. Or better yet, taken you.”

“Why kidnap you for a week and not get anything out of it?” you asked, leaning forward in your seat. Beau took a sharp inhale, your head turning when you sensed his eyes on you. You raised your eyebrows at him, his lips parting. “What?”

“They’d have taken you to hurt me. So why wouldn’t they take me to hurt you?” You started to shake your head, Beau holding up a finger. “Think about it for a second. If someone wanted to hurt you, what would they do? I’m the person you’re closest to.”

“But why? You said there were cartel guys saying it was tied back to Texas.”

“Or whoever is behind this hired those guys specifically because it’d make them look at my old cartel case. It would put eyes on me. My past. My safety. It gets us looking in the wrong spot and gets our officers all focused on me. It hurts me which upsets you and we’re leaving you vulnerable without knowing it.” You got up, standing in front of the board, trying to piece it all together.

And unfortunately the idea that someone was targeting you made everything make a hell of a lot more sense.

“I haven’t been alone since you were taken,” you said, looking over your shoulder. “I was sleeping at the office. Pop and I would always go with each other when one of us had to stop home.”

“Really?” he asked. You hummed.

“I said no officer was to go anywhere by themselves. We didn’t know if our people were being targeted.” 

“You probably saved yourself doing that. And these guys were annoyed because it meant keeping me around and in the dark longer than they wanted.” The board before you told you nothing new but there was a sinking feeling in your gut that Beau was right. If you wanted to fuck with someone, you went after who they cared about. If the cartel had been behind this, they wouldn’t grab him. They’d go after Emily. Carla. You. 

“So who the hell did I piss off,” you said, crossing your arms. 

“Someone from Texas. Someone that knew enough to hire the two cartel guys we missed back then. What’s the last big case you worked there?” he asked. You sighed, closing your eyes. “Come on. It’s most likely one of your last cases you had in Texas.”

“You know how my last job was undercover?” 

He nodded, urging you sit. “You never told me details. Just said it was a rough one and you were never doing undercover work again.” 

“Wait here for a minute.” You were faster than him and were quickly in your office, typing into your computer, watching the search bar load. You had a nagging feeling this wasn’t related to work unfortunately. When the screen finally loaded, your stomach dropped, eyes fixated on the bold text in front of you. 

“Y/N.” You looked over the monitor, Beau making his way inside on his one crutch. His jaw clenched slightly, a heaviness in his face. “Who got out?”

“They released him. T-they released him two months ago and didn’t tell me. They were supposed to tell me,” you said. Beau limped over to behind the desk, eyes wide when he saw the screen. You opened your lips but every single word caught in your throat. Beau recovered much more quickly than you, pulling you to shaky feet. 

Warm hands cupped your cheeks, Beau leaning to look you in the eye. “Hey. Hey. Look at me.”

The pit in your stomach was trying to swallow you whole, eyes welling with tears as you bottom lip wobbled. Beau looked pained and pulled you into his chest, squeezing you tight. You knew he was hurt but you clung to him for a few deep breaths, letting yourself feel small in his arms. 

Letting yourself pretend he could stop what was coming. 

But that wasn’t true. Not at all. Beau had been taken once already. And he was still in danger. 

All because of you.

Beau shushed you as you screamed into his shoulder, letting the feelings swirling through your veins out. “I’ll catch him and I’ll put him in the ground for good. I promise.”

“You can’t do that,” you whispered, shaking your head against him. “Not without a reason.”

“Sheriff.” You risked glancing at the doorway, Pop standing there along with a few other officers. “Everything okay in here?” 

“You need to tell them,” said Beau softly. You shook your head, forgetting about how embarrassed you’d be an hour from now for crying all over your boss in front of your co-workers. Beau was the only person in your adult life that you’d told and that took about three years of solid friendship and way too much whiskey to be able to open up.

Beau simply patted your head and kissed the top of it. “Okay. I’ll do it. You stay here.”

He sat you in your chair before ordering everyone back to the conference room. “Beau?”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he said. Pop closed the door on the way out, Beau giving you his full attention, kneeling down with only a slight wince.

“What do you need right now, sweetie?” He was using that voice. That sweet, gentle voice he used when he was talking to a panicking victim or someone injured in an accident. All it did was make your gut churn with nerves. 

“It could be someone else,” you whispered. 

“It could,” he said with a smile. You both knew that wasn’t true though. The timing. The intelligence behind hiring ex-cartel members. Grabbing Beau.

“It’s Henry isn’t it.”

“I’m pretty sure, sweetie.” You bit your bottom lip when he wiped away a stray tear. “Hey. You need to hear this.”

You prepared yourself for him to say he’d protect you, keep you safe. All things he couldn’t actually promise. But somehow Beau knew that wasn’t what you needed.

“If a seventeen year old with no training beat him and put him behind bars, then he ought to be terrified of what you’re capable of now. Because that girl? She’s going to win every single time and he knows it.” Beau tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you felt yourself calm somewhat. “I’ll be back in a bit, okay?”

“I’ll be in there in a few minutes,” you said. He kissed your temple as he stood, the room quiet when he was gone. You distracted yourself by writing a few emails, one perhaps a bit too nasty to be sending but someone had seriously fucked up and it had to be corrected in the future.

With a sigh, eventually you found your way into the back of the conference room, Beau sitting at the head of the table with his laptop up. All eyes turned on you, Beau clearing his throat.

“As I was saying, Henry Frisch is suspect number one and is highly dangerous.” 

“Isn’t it premature to assume it’s this Frisch guy?” asked an officer sat at the table. “You’re making a lot of assumptions.”

“Frisch got out of prison a few months ago. He’s smart, has money and I know all of you can see this is far more logical than thinking those two dumbass cartel guys were behind this,” said Beau. 

“But you’re still assuming.”

“He is,” you said, feeling the heat of everyone’s gaze. “But Arlen is right. Frisch doesn’t directly target his victim. He goes after who they care about. And…”

“And?” asked Beau. You crossed your arms, staring at the floor.

“Houston correctional services can’t locate him. No credit activity in Texas in the past month. He’s not there. The two cartel guys left Texas around the same time Frisch disappeared.”

“It’s too much to be a coincidence,” said Beau.

“So who’s the victim if it’s not Sheriff?” asked a different officer. You kept on staring at the ground, a sharp intake of air around you. A quick glance showed an old picture of you on the TV screen, face looking not all that dissimilar to Beau’s. His eyes caught yours, giving you a small nod.

“Frisch was a high school english teacher. Fifteen years ago, he became obsessed with one of his students.” Beau put a picture of him up on the screen. The part you hated most was that Henry looked like a normal guy. He didn’t look crazy or scary. He was just a man.

“Officer Y/L/N.” You snapped out of your thoughts, Beau nodding at you. “You don’t have to be here for this.”

“In all fairness, I do.” 

“I won’t sugarcoat this.”

“I wouldn’t want you to.” He hummed, trusting you’d leave if it was too much for you. He pulled up a report on the screen, one you’d seen a million times.

“On a Friday night, Frisch went to the Y/L/N home sometime between nine and ten wherein he killed Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N in the living room. He then turned off the lights and waited for the daughter, Y/N Y/L/N, to arrive home.” You held your chin up, biting the inside of your cheek. “Our Y/N.”

“Holy shit,” someone muttered.

“Obviously his plan didn’t work out so well,” you said. Someone slapped you on the back, Beau forcing a smile in your direction.

“Y/N came home shortly after ten thirty where she discovered her parents. At this point, Henry Frisch attempted to abduct Y/N and the pair got in an altercation that lasted several minutes. Y/N ended up winning that one and I have no doubts we’re going to win this one too.” Heads nodded throughout the room, Pop putting his arm over your shoulders and giving you a side hug. “Let’s find this son of a bitch. Everyone be on high alert. He will go after any one of us. The closer you are to Y/N, the more of a target you are and he will know this. He planned Y/N’s abduction in high school for months before acting. Expect that same level of coordination. Pop, I don’t want you leaving the station unless necessary for the foreseeable future. You’re her partner so you have an extra target on your back.”

“Everybody.” You took a deep breath. “Don’t underestimate this man. Henry won’t think twice about killing you.”

“You beat him when you were a teenager. He might be smart but we just have to find him and then we got him,” said a cop on the far side of the room. “Just saying. He can’t be that strong.”

“She just told you not to underestimate him,” said Beau, standing and narrowing his eyes. “I would listen to her.”

“He’s not some giant. He-”

“Officer Y/L/N beat him because she was pumped full of adrenaline and going through shock at discovering her parents. It was literally a fight for her life. Yet somehow, she was smart. Smart enough to be logical while in the worst moment of her life. That teenage girl didn’t beat a weakling. She beat a man that took down two grown adults. It wasn’t because she was physically stronger. No way was she that. You want to know what she did? How she won?”

“Beau.” You gave him a warning glance. He might have known all the gory details but the rest of them didn’t need to. Beau backed off, the officer looking to you. “I am lucky to be alive. The only reason I am is because he got cocky. You can trust he won’t make that mistake again.”

The room went quiet, Beau letting everyone take a beat. You sighed, stepping forward. “Sheriff Arlen, you’re not authorized to be working. You’re on medical leave. Someone escort our fearless leader back to my house and make sure he stays there. Or he can stay at the hospital. His choice. But he needs to rest, not work.” 

He raised his eyebrows, balking at you. “Excuse me? One of my officers is targeted and you think I’d-”

“You are as much of a target as I am. Hell, you’re an even bigger one. I want three officers with Arlen at all times,” you said, pointing at three of your people. “Clear the house, thoroughly, and then keep his ass inside of it until we find Frisch.”

“How the hell do you expect to do that?” said Beau, standing grumpily on his crutches. 

“We know what he wants,” you said. 

“No fucking way.” 

“You’re not in charge right now,” you shot back. 

“Neither are you.”

“I’m your second in command,” you growled. “You can’t-”

“Officer Y/L/N and I are in a relationship.” Your heart skipped a beat. He didn’t just say that did he? Did, did he not realize how much trouble he could get in for dating an officer that reported to him? That he had authority over? He could lose his damn job. 

“He’s lying,” you said, trying to cover for him. “We all know he hates the idea of baiting Frisch by using me and he’ll say the craziest bullshit to stop it. He-”

“Crazy bullshit?” he asked, walking over slowly. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“You are out of line, Arlen. Turner, take him to my house-” You froze when Beau stopped in front of you, grabbed your waist with his good arm and pulled you flush against him before delivering an exceptionally long kiss. 

“You’ll lose your job,” you whispered when he broke apart, keeping his face close. 

“If I have to lose it to protect you, so be it.” You shook your head, Beau shushing you. “I am not letting Henry near you. End of story.”

“You’re an idiot,” you said.

“You’re both idiots,” mumbled someone. You stepped back from Beau, watching him right his shoulders.

“If someone wants to report me for not disclosing a relationship that started 12 hours ago or thinks this is favoritism, go right ahead. Now I’m not at full speed right now. I get that. And I would kill to take a nap right now. But I am your leader and I will do what I have to in order to protect each and every one of you. I don’t agree with Y/L/N’s idea of bait. I find it too risky and we’re not jeopardizing her to get this over faster.”

Beau inhaled sharply. “I am going to go rest because I’ve had a hell of a week. If you don’t respect me, trust me, that’s fine. Y/L/N broke no rules. I did. She is still the officer in charge. Come up with a better, safer, plan and execute it.”

“Nice speech and all sheriff but you do know literally everyone in the office has been waiting for you two to get together, right?” You and Beau both scrunched up your faces, getting a quiet chuckle from the room. “Wow. They are oblivious.”

“Pop,” you said, getting a shrug from him. “You didn’t tell me? You’re my partner!”

“It seemed kind of inevitable, especially after the past week. You’ve been a little tense. And if I’m being completely honest, I don’t think either one of you should be in charge right now. You’re both way too close to this.” Your jaw dropped the same time you saw a proud little smirk appear on Beau’s face.

“Alright then. Turner, you’re in charge. Y/L/N,” said Beau as you frowned. “Work with your team, Y/L/N. You’re their best intel on Frisch.”

You sighed, grumpily agreeing. While everyone started brainstorming other ideas, Beau slipped out of the room. It was easy to catch up with him in the hall, Beau wincing more than before. You ducked under his good arm, helping him to his office where he sprawled out on the small couch.

“You really need to lie down in a bed, Beau.” 

“I’m not leaving this station and neither are you,” he grunted, trying to fix the pillow behind his back. You helped adjust it before leaving for a moment, returning with a thick shock blanket from the supply closet. You draped it over top of his body, Beau closing his eyes. “Remind me not to stand on this fucking ankle.”

“Can I get you anything?” You sat on the edge of the couch, stroking your hand over his head. 

“Someone needs to run by your house and grab my medicine. And maybe an air mattress. I’m serious about us not leaving here.” 

You nodded, Beau nuzzling your hand when you brought it to his cheek. “Frisch won’t kill me.”

“No. But he’ll make you wish you were. He’s a psycho and fifteen years in prison didn’t do him any wonders I bet.”

“I’m going to try and understand how he got out. I would swear on my life his sentence had no parole available.” Beau slowly opened his eyes and nodded. “He got two life sentences. How could he have been let out like that?”

“Frisch came from money you said?” You hummed, Beau taking hold of your hand, interlacing your fingers. “A payoff is unlikely, not after fifteen years. They were supposed to let you know he was being released too, considering your history.”

“He didn’t escape. The system says he was released. But why on earth would they let him out?” A knock at the door made you both turn your heads, Pop’s face somber. “What is it?”

“We did some quick digging and apparently Frisch got out due to a technicality. Something to do with chain of evidence a lawyer uncovered recently. The sentence for the attack on you was only fifteen years so they had to let him go,” he said. You let out a long sigh, Beau squeezing your hand. 

“We’ll find him,” said Beau, nodding towards Pop. “See if you can figure out where he’s staying and who his lawyer was for this technicality. He might know have an idea of where Frisch is.”

Pop left after Beau gave him a few more notes, the two of you quiet. Frisch was a nightmare, a nightmare Beau had to live with now as much as you. He’d gone after your parents without a second thought and now Beau was next in line.

Because of you.

“Do me a favor, Y/N. Stay safe for me, okay?” You kissed his temple and gave him a small nod, standing after a moment and turning off the light so he could get some rest.

People were back at their desks, seemingly working on something. You wandered over to Pop’s, taking a slow seat in the chair next to his. “You guys figure out a plan?”

“We’re working sheriff’s ideas. I could use some help going through properties in a hundred mile radius that fit the bill of where he’d want to take you, probably someplace similar to where Beau was.”

“Beau,” you smiled, glancing at his closed office door. “We found Beau because we trailed that guy with the out of state plates, right?”

“That house tied back to a phony name though. It was rented under an alias.” You leaned forward, still smiling. “What?”

“The house Beau was in? That was a secluded two story craftsman. Not a lot of craftsman in this area. I knew the floor plan because I grew up in a two story craftsman just like it. The same house Frisch came to and told me how he got us a home just like that one for us to live the rest of our lives in.” Pop looked leery but you didn’t have anything better to go off of. “If I’m wrong, I’m wrong. But I really think we should look at all craftsman style homes in the area first. Rentals, foreclosures, new sales.”

“Alright,” he said. You stood and smirked. “You’re pretty sure about this, aren’t you?”

“I’m pretty sure Beau was kept alive because Henry doesn’t want to kill him. Beau’s meant to keep me in line. He would have grabbed me too but I pretty much lived at the station the past week so he didn’t have a chance. But he’s going to want to try again, I guarantee it.”

“Let’s hope you’re right and it’s that simple.” 

“Me too.” 

Unfortunately, things with Henry were never simple.

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A/N: Read the Final part here!

[blinddreams24]

Marine Biologist

A Mermay Prompt

(Note: please forgive me if I incorrectly write diving. I’ve never gone diving before so you’ll have to bare with me)

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Weightlessness. Peace.

You drifted lazily between the boulders riddled with coral and a few fish darted between the colorful plant life. You hummed out a couple bubbles, imitating the deep breath you couldn’t take while submerged. No oxygen tank this time, just a snorkel, you weren’t going that deep anyways.

The current pushed gently at you, trying to coax you out into deeper waters. You would not be fooled. The ocean was a terrifyingly dangerous place, one wrong stroke and you’d be swept out into the middle of the ocean with nothing but a snorkel. Bad idea. You could go deeper when you had the right equipment and company. For now, you were studying how the coral was adapting to its environment.

Something… big moved.

In all your years in the water, you prided yourself on being the most observant when it came to water pressure and currents. You could locate most of your fellow coworkers when you all would briefly spit up. Something about the awkward way they shifted the water always tipped you off. Fish, being naturally adapted to the water, were far harder to locate. Which made sense. They had to hide, whether predator or prey. It just came natural to them.

However, sometimes, something big enough would move too quickly and you’d notice it. This helped you warn your team of sharks and barracudas in the past.

And there was something big.

Behind you.

You spun around as fast as you could without startling an attack, which was much slower than you would like. Your eyes fell on… nothing. Just a few anemones and a school of fish quickly darting out of sight. Maybe the school set off your senses?

Something white vanished behind a boulder.

White? There weren’t any white aquatic creatures in your area. Your brows knit. It could be trash. Ugh. Why couldn’t people clean up after themselves?

A few gentle kicks sent you over the rock to find the stray bit of trash when a muffled scream and a flurry of bubbles blinded you. You yelped out a few bubbles yourself as you desperately tried to backpedal in water. Whatever it was, and it was huge, darted around you and went for your back. There wasn’t much you could do but try to spin to defend yourself before your arms were wrapped up in a hug from behind.

What in the drunken stars?!

You thrashed in the hold of this creature. What was it? A person? A fish? Some sketchy internet cryptid come to life here to take yours? Or worse… a giant cuttlefish? You shuddered. Hopefully, whatever it was would at least leave you alive. Not that that outcome was looking too likely.

Water pushed your snorkel to the side as you slowly realized you were moving. It was taking you somewhere. Where, you couldn’t tell. Every time you tried to look forward or up, something hard would push your head from behind so you couldn’t see.

You tried to growl out a warning and noticed just how much air you had left. Your eyes widened. You needed air. Fast.

Your useless flippered feet tried to kick behind you but you could barely move them at this speed. Your captor was a far better swimmer than you.

Light glanced off your goggles and into your eyes moments before a loud splash drenched you in air. You gasped and drank in the air before turning you attention back to escaping your captor.

You started thrashing again and screamed.

A skeletal hand clamped down on your mouth.

“Shh! You’re gonna get us both killed!” Whisper-snapped a breathless, masculine voice in your ear. His chest heaved gently as he tried to calm himself and you at the same time. He’d taken you to a cliff side shallow beach that would be completely submerged come tide. Not many people knew this little alcove beside you and you’d hoped to keep it that way.

“Mph!” You retorted. If he wanted you calm he shouldn’t have kidnapped you across the reef! You were… half a mile from your car!

“Ah. I’m sorry. I’m not used to… people….” His grip loosened. “I… Please don’t scream. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

…That wasn’t threatening or ominous at all.

You nodded.

With a heavy sigh, the hand over your mouth slowly let go, obviously ready to silence you without a moment’s hesitation but giving you a chance to speak.

You tried to push away from him but he held you still against his chest, not letting you see him. You growled. “What do you want from me? I don’t have any valuables on me. And I’m not worth much to anyone.”

“Woah. Uh, stars. No, I don’t- stars, are you okay?” Actual concern laced his voice.

You thrashed again but stilled when his arm came forward to cup your mouth. “I am not confiding in my kidnapper! You can go meet a sharks third layer of teeth first!”

“Heh, already have. Listen, I’m not here to hurt you, and I’m sorry for scaring you. If you really want me to leave, I’ll leave.” There was a… serious tone in his voice. Like a soldier awaiting a command.

“Yes! Go! I don’t want to be kidnapped today!” You snapped.

“Yessir.” His arms grabbed yours and pushed you away from his chest. “Little tip, get out of the water as soon as I let go. There are… sharks nearby. Very aggressive sharks. Stay safe.” He released you.

Taking your chance to see your captor, you spun around to see…ripples. He was gone. A nervous glance at the secretive waves had you taking the stranger’s advice and swimming to shore. You rode a wave onto the pebbly beach and heaved yourself into an upright position.

You could have sworn you saw something red flash across the water at you but nothing was there when you looked.

Flippers came off and you ran. Barefoot or not, you were not going back in the water.

Not today.

[simplyvillainy]

the qsmp lore is driving me insane and i’m the embodiment of this meme but hear me out

OKAY SO DEAD WORKERS RIGHT??

they’re bloody, sure, but look closer….. look at the dirt splotches

we’ve seen these before…

… the day before the eggs disappeared

yes this could be a coincidence, the admins using the same idea to show decomposition being gross and dirty BUT!!

for the sake of investigation, let’s imagine the eggs were kidnapped by the same thing that killed the workers. what are some similarities? differences? reasons?

similarity one: the mud

we don’t know why they’re muddy. maybe it was a byproduct of something done to them? maybe they were taken somewhere dirty? maybe it was a message…

difference one: why weren’t the eggs killed?

why, indeed, my friend. this wasnt the first time the eggs were kidnapped. but this time was different for two reasons. first, the mud. second, what happened the next day? the eggs disappeared.

we were told by forever that cucurucho told him the eggs weren’t kidnapped, but they ran. they ran from something more evil than the code or anything the islanders had seen.

at the time this made no sense! why wouldn’t the eggs leave a message? even if they were trying to save themselves, why wouldn’t they warn their parents? did they not worry their parents could be in danger too? how did they find out there was an evil?

my theory begins to answer some of these questions

assuming the workers were killed by the same entity, we can notice that the eggs were the first target, seemingly what the kidnapper really wanted. but they left. the islanders focused on their disappearance, so their kidnapping became forgotten. it wasn’t the main focus of the islanders.

so the workers were what the kidnapper chose next. and this time, the kidnapper left no chance that the message would be forgotten or ignored. the eggs would be seen by players if they survived, but workers? the only way to make sure players saw them would be to place their bodies somewhere visible, like spawn

now we must ask, why workers? why didn’t the kidnapper stop at eggs, or go after players? a link between workers and eggs is that both seem to be connected to the federation. workers are employed (possibly cloned or brainwashed or worse) by the federation and the eggs seem to be experiments made by the federation (ex: A0).

so now we know some things about the kidnapper: they hate the federation and they want to send a message to the players

now we can revisit some of the questions about the egg disappearance!

1. why wouldn’t the eggs leave a message?

there are two possibilities. first, cucurucho could be lying and the eggs were taken (though tallulah confirmed through the dark matter there IS an evil)

second is a theory explained by one of the players (i forget who) that basically said “in a fire, you wouldn’t take anything and just run.” something must have made the eggs realize they needed to leave immediately.

2. even if they were trying to save themselves, why wouldn’t they warn their parents? did they not worry their parents could be in danger too?

if they thought their parents were in danger, i can’t imagine every egg would be willing to leave without so much as a warning, even in a “fire” scenario. the only reason i can imagine they wouldn’t warn their parents is if they knew they were safe. and the only reason i could imagine they would be safe is that the evil they are running from is not targeting the players/parents

some major questions remain unanswered in this theory:

who are the notes on the bodies from?

the notes seem to be by q!cellbit, but i don’t believe that the current, concious, real q!cellbit would murder workers so blatantly. especially after throwing away his knife into the fire before taking his nap. but if it isn’t cellbit and instead this kidnapper, who are they and how are they connected?

how did the eggs find out about the evil?

the eggs said they didn’t remember the kidnapping, so what changed between them going to bed and the players waking up the next day?

and then for the kidnapper: who are they, why do they hate the federation/what is their connection, and what message are they trying to give the players?

i can’t answer these…. yet

[streamdotpng]

Werewolf fighting ring au;

Esther either signed her up or basically did so because blood moon stuff or something.

She sets it up as the perfect disappearance or takes it as a chance to dissappear Enid

She uses Enids phone to message every one of the young wolfs friends, maybe making up bullshit drama, maybe make up some lie about moving somewhere with no cell service(is it a lie?), maybe just blocking their numbers and hoping for the best.

She arranges with the school to transfer Enid to a random other werewolf school with connections to the sinclair pack.

She silences Murray through some means or other.

But the Addams girl doesn't take a liking to her things(loved ones) being touched. She doesn't like it when her toys(friends) are taken without reason.

She reaches out. But esther was prepared. She had an entire speech ready about how dangerous Wednesday is, how Enid doesn't want to associate with someone like her. She even tries texting(eugh) the blonde, but her replies are just like what esther said. Enid doesn't want to associate with her anymore, she got hurt because of the goths actions.

She buys it for a week(what with all the moping around, she didn't really have time to investigate the messages), and then she double checks the texts.

They used proper grammar and full words.

Enid never does that, even in school assignments.

Something happened, and Wednesday was going to figure out what.

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Idk, just a lil drabble/thought i had abt it....

~coffee anon

Holy shit I didn't expect Esther to be that bad 😭

I'm ngl, I thought it'd be smth abt the sirens lowkey bc the mom of Bianca was shown

Like.. There's already outcast hate, it shouldn't at all be surprising for werewolves to be used in betting rings. Werewolves are lowkey kinda.. Treated worse I think. Like cages?? Damn, just what did werewolves do to deserve that?

Anyways most are kidnapped, some younger than they should and others older and doing it for money

Enid's in the middle and she reached a compromise with her handler, someone from morning song who was desperately in debt and needed to earn money fast else it's her also on the line

So like.. Enid getting kidnaped bc of a siren for this reason or so was what I was thinking

Alot of gross stuff happens, like the leaders mentioning how it's better when they're younger bc the crowd loves seeing unmarred skin get ruined and that Enid is a true crowd pleaser! Pretty, obviously not meant for this yet thriving

"good job, pet," they'd say, laughing as they roughly ruffle Enid's hair. All she could was kneel and take it, aware of the sobbing of others who tried to disobey. "reach your qouta and I might let you free!"

[terrence-silver]

This is not an apocalyptic scenario but ❛ you are making it very difficult to keep you alive. ❜ sounds like Terry Mccain when beloved goes grocery shopping alone 😃

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It was a tale as old as time; Terry McCain deliberately tampered with your front entrance's doorknob, covertly, during the night, with no hallway cameras in sight and he wrote it off as the sort of antisocial, delinquent activity that simply happens in Chicago, even in downtown residential buildings.

Naturally, he took over the issue immediately.

Ever the gentleman, gently cooing and quelling your concern at your door being so savagely damaged by some lowlife, some criminal, some creep, someone trying to break in and failing (for now), some individual with the last intentions in mind, calling a repairman, someone entirely reliable --- someone who regularly fixed things around the station too and then he prolonged the problem to ridiculous degrees, ever so politely, to ensure adorning your front door with a new knob takes as long as possible. Weeks, if need be. Ideally, if some fantastic fairytale scenario, forever. Might've reminded the guy on the task that he had a badge and that he's willing to maintain order and peace with it if he screws anything up and moves any faster than he should. Was it abuse of position? No, it was for you. Because of you. But why, one would ask? What was the motive behind it? Apocalypse was the motive. The end of times and the end of days. The second coming of Christ almighty. Whenever you went out alone, on the streets, in stores and groceries, out and about, on endless sidewalks, surrounded by other pedestrians and a million strangers with a million rotten objectives in mind, here and there and everywhere, Terry McCain was only ever plagued by one consistently intrusive and haunting thought; What if.

What if you died?

What if you were taken?

Kidnapped?

Hurt?

Mugged?

Shot dead somewhere?

Or worse yet, assaulted?

You were making it very difficult to keep you alive if you moved.

You never understood the danger.

Because you were never exposed to it daily like he was.

No. If you had no doorknob to speak of for the time being, winning him some time, and no functional door to lock once you left somewhere, no matter where it was, it was simply logical you'd go nowhere, keeping movements to a standstill with such extensive renovations occurring in your flat and that you'd let him handle things and run your errands for you while you were safely at home, repairman tinkering away and disassembling (and re-assambling) the brutalized mechanism at a snail's pace and the looming threat of a fictional somebody picking at your keyhole at night --- some mystery individual. It wasn't malice he did this out of. Terry cared, is all. Terry loved you. You were Terry's whole world. And the idea of losing you to some easily preventable, stupid freak accident that could happen due to a mere moment of negligence on his behalf? It was too much. And so Friday night, long since after the repair guy has left, not coming back until Monday, having concluded nothing where fixing anything was concerned, a piece of furniture utilized to maintain the door shut for the time being --- after climbing up to your floor with groceries after his shift, Terry plants a kiss on your cheek, offering to keep your company at night from now on. To take care of you in this unprecedented situation.

You eagerly waited for him all day. Like you should.

-"Finding good help ain't easy nowadays. You know how it is. Whole city's gone crazy. He's a nice, trustworthy guy, though. Just a bit clumsy, is all."- He remarks from the kitchen on the subject of the repairman, setting the plastic bags down on the counter. Everything you and he needed for the weekend together.

This was good.

He liked things like this.

He wanted to live like this with you.

-"If it never gets fixed,"- He quips from the doorway, in all seriousness, a joke interlaced with conviction, almost giving is plan away, wrapped in several layers of meaning, looking at you intently, ready to ask you what you wanted for dinner tonight so he could make it. -"You can always ditch this place and move in with me where it's safe."-

[indirys-wp]

Far Horizons - Ch. 1 (Tsu'teyXfem!oc Avatar fic) regular posts on wattpad

Introduction to my fic I've been regularly updating on wattpad. Just wanna get a feel hereee; my wattpad user is indirys :)

WARNING: mentions of violent things that might be uncomfortable for some readers.

THE cities on earth were nothing near what she'd been told they'd once been, somewhere around seventy years or so in the past when they didn't meld into one another to form mega urban areas that stretched a crossed states. She'd been told that once, cities had only ranged within a certain mileage in any direction, with some definite end that eventually turned in what they called suburbs and country.

Things that remained as words alone now. Those no longer existed on earth. If any area was not occupied by living spaces or corporate facilities or any other necessary establishment, they were used for facilitating the production of food. If it could be called that. Most of the "food" grown in these areas was so genetically modified and typically lab grown that it brought a different slew of problems to the worlds population in the form of health risks and shortened life spans.

Such congested living brought worse dangers. Being a woman was far from safe, not if you couldn't afford proper protection. The black market alone brought the risk of being kidnapped to have ones organs taken, while the human-trafficking 'industry' had grown bold enough that the UN no longer fought against it. Corporations ran earth now and laws were often far too grey to entirely justify.

Ruth would have rather found herself dead than remain on earth for the entirety of her life. Somehow, the 'most hostile environment known to man' was more preferred than the shell that humanity calls home still.

The last tether she had to her home was long gone by now with the death of her grandfather, who'd passed shortly before she was due to ship off for her six year long trip a crossed the stars.

The only significant figure in her life, Ruth had nothing else to fight for, nothing else to put all of her focus and efforts to stay afloat toward. She still grieved for him every day, but the transition to life on Pandora had been almost effortless because of his absence.

Ruth could remember the suffocating dreadfulness of living in the cities of earth. Cramped, heavily trafficked, dirty beyond belief and not a hint of fresh air or true green in sight. Those factors alone had been enough to convince her getting through college was worth it, that the years she spent busting her ass even in high school would send her somewhere better. It had been the truth.

After graduating at the age of seventeen and immediately pursuing her dream of a doctorate in biology and picking up complex xenobotany, somehow, someway, Ruth Carson scored a gig with the Avatar program, one that ninty-nine percent of trainee intakes failed. The program funded by the Resource Development Administration.

Nightmares of her life on earth had chosen to appear in her sleep the night prior.

Whenever the memories of the life she left behind came up, she'd often wake to a feeling of dread, thinking she'd somehow never left earth for Pandora.

She sat up from her pillow with a groan, the rough, not-so-much to her liking bedsheets gathering on her lap. She rubbed away the sleep from her eyes and gazed with squinted vision around the small room she'd called home for a little over three years.

As barren and dull as the living quarters she'd been given had been when she first arrived, she'd managed make it hers. A few gifts from the Na'vi made it more colorful, including a tapestry, a decorative piece of jewelry far too large for her human body to wear and a few drawings the children from Grace's school house had given her, drawn in crude crayon. Little gifts she cherished more than any of her other personal belongings.

Pulling away the sheets, Ruth forced herself from the bed and padded along the cold floor over to where her sink stood against the wall, a small mirror reflecting her face as she flicked the light on.

Green eyes, ash blonde hair. As much as she was appreciative of her jovial looks at the age of thirty-three and often stressed, Ruth lamented her desire to be in her avatar body. For good.

Her other body was far stronger, more lithe and attuned to the moon she now called home. Her contract with the RDA called for a five and half year trip both ways to get to and from Pandora, as well the minimum six year length of her work on its own.

She was still trying to find a way to never leave. The extend her stay on the moon indefinitely, if that were a thing. Corporate was strange about its rules, apparently.

After promptly washing her face, brushing her hair and securing it into a braid, Ruth donned her typical outfit of any workday: cargo pants, usually of the black or green variety, a t-shirt, and her lab coat. She found that the tactical boots the army grunts wore were far more comfortable than she'd ever expected, therefore she'd tactfully acquired some for herself.

Just as she was beginning to leave the room, she halted at the doorway as her eyes caught the photo she cherished yet lamented over. A picture with a handful of the Omaticaya children, grinning and embracing her as they'd taken a photo at the school Grace had started.

It was closed now. She didn't like thinking about it.

Continuing out into the hall of the dormitories, Ruth navigated the many halls that would eventually lead her to the bio-lab, where she worked everyday.

Along the way, she snatched a mug of creamed coffee and a muffin from the cafeteria before finally making her way into ambient glow of the tech and other light producing items in the lab.

They were supposed to launch some new avatars that day, she recalled after the debrief the day prior.

"Dr. Carson?" An unfamiliar voice said, causing her to turn mid-sip of her coffee, the lip of the cup still against her lips.

It was a tall lanky man, brown hair and weird-looking beard. At his side, a man in a wheel chair looked up at her. Military cut and all, she immediately knew this guy had to be prior service, if the USMC symbol on his t-shirt hadn't already given it away.

"Yes?" She asked, lowering the coffee cup. The one standing was likely one of the new arrivals, but the wheelchair bound one she unsure of.

"Norm Spellman, I'm one of the new lab intakes. I've read your studies on Pandoran fauna and other. . ." He paused as the man at his side gave him a look as if to cut the long introductions and gushing admiration. "Sorry. We're both avatar drivers. We were told to report to you," he stated, referring to him and the man in the wheelchair at his side.

"I don't recall hearing about a paraplegic in the manifest," Ruth muttered as she set her coffee and muffin on the nearest flat surface and crossed her arms. She looked between them both with raised brows.

"Sorry for the inconvenience that I'm not my brother," the man in the wheelchair said icily to her. Fair enough. "He couldn't make it."

A stroke of worry hit Ruth as she finally realized it had been Tom Sully that had been projected to arrive today. They'd been colleagues in school, but after he'd chosen to pursue becoming some deeper training that included a more intensive dive into xenolinguists, Tom stayed back on earth for a while longer before she went into cryo and made her trip through the stars. She had been vaguely informed at one point or another that he had a twin brother. Ruth hadn't seen him since.

"What happened to Tom?" She asked more gently this time, after internally regretting her prior rudeness.

"He was jumped. Didn't survive the scrap," Tom's twin replied bluntly, lip thin.

Hit with a wave of momentary sorrow, Ruth collects herself and nods with a frown. Her heartbeat reflected her reaction to her old friend's death, quick and dizzying. "Tom was a great guy. Top of our class. My condolences…?"

"Jake," he finished for her, finally giving her his name.

"Well," she sighed. "I'm Ruth, as you already know. Feel free to use it, but Carson works fine as well. Now, as for the avatars," she beckoned them to follow her deeper into the bio-lab. The change in subject would hopefully change the atmosphere that had settled over the three of them.

They made their way toward the massive embryonic tanks that held the large bodies of the avatars that were for Jake and Norm, which they would be taking out for their first drive likely by morning.

Stopping near the tank that held Tom's avatar, Ruth frowned as she gazed on its features.

He'd been a good friend to her in the years they were in school and the sight of Jake being the uncannily identical twin he was made it harder to believe he was actually gone.

She watched a moment as Jake looked at the floating body, entirely intrigued by what he saw. She couldn't blame him, it would be expected of anyone. The first time anyone saw what Pandora had to offer was amusing in itself.

"Looks like him," Jake half muttered, a look of grief clouding his eyes as he watched the body twitch in the synthetic amniotic fluid of the tank.

"Looks like you," Ruth corrected him. "This is your avatar now."

Jake turned to look up to her. "I take it you have one too?"

Ruth grinned, pleased as she thought on it. "Of course. I'll be meeting you two on the outside once you've run through all of your diagnostic tests. After that, we'll take sometime to get you familiarized with everything." She crossed her arms, her shoulder resting against the glass of the tank Jake's avatar floated in. "Now tell me, how does a marine end up in a multi-billion dollar program? Did you pursue a degree or something? Was there a particular reason beyond saving the money they'd spent on this avatar to bring you out here?"

Jake shook his head. "I was a dumb drunk before they approached me. I was told I can link with Tommy's avatar, I guess. Probably just didn't want to waste the money, like you said."

Ruth nodded as she began to realize what he meant. "Identical DNA, all that nonsense. It checks out." Jake nodded with a weak smile before looking back to his avatar.

Ruth sighed, saying, "Either way, Jake, you're the only one that can link with this avatar. It's up to you now not to let this five-billion dollar project go to waist," he gave her a look that suggested she'd put the weight of the world in his hands and she smiled. "Consider yourself very lucky, marine. But go get some rack while you can. I'm sure that flight in early this morning was rough. The change in atmospheric pressure can have some affects on you. You'll get to have your fun tomorrow."

"For sure, Doc," Jake nodded. "I'll see you in the morning. But I'll hopefully be blue."

"You'll need a link chamber for that, guy," she jabbed jokingly and smirked before retreating toward the direction she'd left her coffee and muffin, beginning to leave Jake where he sat in front of the giant tank. "I'm just interested in you meeting Grace."

"Who's Grace?" He asked after.

Ruth chuckled as she began to disappear further into the bio-lab. "Oh, you'll see."

•••

EYES fluttering open, Ruth sat up in the cot she'd put her avatar to sleep in the night prior.

Today, they'd be integrating Jake and Norm into the avatar bodies. She was curious to see how they'd react, particularly the marine. Someone who had no training whatsoever for anything he was about to participate in. Some part of her was amused to see how things panned out.

She grinned to herself as she pushed herself up, shoving her long braid to her back and stretching her long limbs before swinging her legs to the wooden floor. She snatched her boots as she got to her feet, making her way to where she would change into day clothes. With her tail flicking behind her, she strode down the rows of beds of the other avatars, sighing contently.

She was always far happier in this body than the other. It felt familiar. Felt right.

Upon exiting the sleep shack, to her surprise, she finds that Jake, still in his medical gown, is just a crossed the small lot with Grace once she steps out into the light of day. A rough start indeed, it seemed. His tail was flicking in excitement before he caught sight of her. She smirks, wandering over. His ears peek at her presence, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Someone seems excited," Ruth chuckled to Grace, who shared the same amused expression. "And still in a gown."

"He came running out from the medical bay within minutes of completing the link like a damn lunatic," Grace exclaimed to Ruth with a smirk, the beads of her braided strands of hair clinking against each other at her cheeks. "What a maniac."

Ruth recalled her first link with her avatar, the most exciting moment in her life. The exhilaration had been unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She couldn't blame Jake, yet he had decided to run out half naked.

"She was not excited to meet me once you left the lab," Jake said to Ruth, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"I'll admit I'm quite pissed to see Selfridge decided to send a grunt to my avatar program, but I suppose preventing the waste of viable resources works for now," Grace exclaimed with a roll of her eyes.

"Now you see what I meant about meeting Grace," Ruth taunted Jake. She looked him up and down, gesturing to him. "How does it feel? Your new body." She was sure it was liberating to be walking again.

"Amazing," Jake replied grinning, an enthusiasm about him she hadn't seen the day before. Already, there was evident difference in his demeanor. Like a fire had ignited again inside him after so long.

"Dr. Carson here is going to help get you get situated for today," Grace told Jake as she crossed her arms, gesturing with a nod toward to other woman at her side. "I'll help out Norm."

"We've just got to do a few things to get you attuned to your new body," Ruth told him. "I'll get him taken care of, Grace. Come on, Jake."

Leaving Grace to take Jake back toward the avatar dorms, Ruth brought them to the jungle hut she'd just woken up in. As they entered, she lead him toward the storage room that had all of the extra avatar clothing and items, specially made considering their size.

"So, how did you know Tommy?" Jake asked as she began rummaging through the folded clothing, finding male specific shirts and pants for him to keep, along with underwear, socks, and two pairs of boots. She grabbed a few other articles along with a backpack before turning back to him.

"We were in the avatar program together. Different classes and I was ahead of him but we still trained together. I graduated before him so I was due to leave earlier," she sighed as she put the large pile of clothing into his arms, yellow eyes turning toward the ground. "I shipped off well before he did. I expected him here yesterday, actually."

Jake frowned, ears pinned back as he nodded. The use of his physical features betraying how he felt. "Yeah, me too."

"Tom was a great guy. I'm truly sorry for your loss," Ruth said to him sincerely.

Jake shrugged. "After almost six years in cryo, the time has passed. So will the grief."

"Time passed is not grief processed," she told him gently, to which he simply gave a tight nod.

She understood he likely wasn't up for talking on his brother much. She couldn't blame him. When he grandpa had passed shortly before her ship date, she'd grown numb too. And dealt with the grief in due time.

"To think, a marine in an avatar body," Ruth breathed a laugh to lighten the mood. "Never thought I'd see that combination. A deadly one at that. Perhaps you'll make an effective guard while we're in the field gathering samples."

"A five-billion dollar body guard?" Jake smirked as Ruth returned the smile and made her way past him into the hall. He followed.

"What other purpose would you have?" She asked as she strode toward the door leading outside. "Get yourself out of that gown. We've got things to do, marine."

Making her way toward the wrap around porch of the hut, Ruth left Jake smiling where he was, smiling while gripping his pile of new avatar-sized clothes.

•••

SURPRISED with Jake's efficiency in mastering the functions of a body he'd spent less than a day in, Ruth took him through an assortment of obstacles to help him gain awareness of senses and balance he didn't have before. She always marveled at the small, minute differences between the hybrid avatars and the Na'vi, their stride and movement, the five fingers per hand and toes per foot. His muscle tone would grow more than the average Na'vi over time thanks to the intermingled human DNA, helping him appear less lanky and small.

Ruth had watched Jake scale a rock wall, take a few laps around the exercise track and run through some basics of the fauna and flora of Pandora before they would venture beyond the safety of the barbwire walls and automated defense systems in the coming days.

Perhaps she was getting too much of a kick out of getting to tell a military dog what to do considering the real work would start tomorrow. They'd fly out to the field sites to gather some more sample and run some tests, with Jake pulling his watch over them for safety. She did appreciate the piece of mind.

Dinner had been leisurely, the avatars gathering under the dining pavilion where dinner was served by some of kitchen staff, humans. Ruth remained amused as she watched Jake look down on those serving their food, likely still intrigued by the height difference between them and normal people.

Grace was sure to introduce both Jake and Norm to everyone during their first dinner before they would put the avatars in the safety of their cots. Afterwards, dinner would be served again, only this time to their human bodies.

Showing Jake and Norm to the cots that would now be designated to their avatars, Ruth crossed her arms and leaned to one hip. Her tail flicked behind her in slight impatience as she waited for them to get situated.

"Waking up will be the same as when you initialized the link. Just clear your mind. Falling asleep works too. After that, we'll get you out of the link room and headed to dinner."

"Second dinner," Jake smirked as he lied his head the pillow on his cot.

"What time tomorrow will we be leaving for the field?" Norm asked her from where he lied halfway up on a propped elbow, the excitement evident in his sparkling yellow eyes.

She smirked. "0630, be at the bio lab ready to link. Afterwards, you'll get all your stuff ready here and we'll catch a flight out. Simple as that."

Norm nodded in excited understanding and Ruth bid them both a good nights rest before making her way toward her own cot. Once lying with her queue arranged comfortably for her to sleep, she found herself finding the most comfortable spot to doze off before finally drifting to the darkness that would send her back to her human body.

[musedbyalli]

@goresugars

Merryweather's childhood wasn't one that many would be envious of. It wasn't as bad as either of her brothers' childhoods were, but it had many difficulties. Living on the streets of London as a young child after her mother died was filled with challenges, even when she wasn't completely alone. Being a tarot reader on the streets provided little money for the girl to be able to buy herself food, but she had managed to survive all the challenges that had come her way so far.

Her quality of life had improved quite a bit once Cain had taken her in. Sure, there had still been danger, including when she had been kidnapped - but it wasn't as lonely and she had somewhere to go. She still suffered from nightmares of the various things she had gone through, but she was determined not to let any of that show, not when she knew there were others who had been through worse.

A part of her easily felt for Jizabel, who didn't seem to have anyone. There was quite a bit about him that Merryweather nor Cain knew about and likely would never know.

A small sigh escaped from Cain, revealing some of his exhaustion. Of course, it wouldn't be so simple. It seemed as though reminders of his father or those connected to him would never go away. "Believe me, I want nothing to do with him." Which included murdering him. Still, if Merryweather were to end up in danger due to him than that would certainly change. "I would like to move away from the past." Even though that didn't seem like it'd be a simple task from how it was going so far.

✂ The wounds were still fresh, still raw, who knew how much time it would take for the two to heal between each other. As for Mary, Jizabel had no ill feelings toward her.. or any at all. She was simply there. She seemed to have forgiven him for the past, which he found odd. Maybe it was in her innocence and naivety that she was albe to do so. Luckily, it seemed her constitution had remained unscathed even through all the death they had been surrounded by.

The frown, noticed, he tilted his head. Was it really that much of a surprise that they weren't the only survivors? The members of Delilah, the smarter ones, not easily killed. This had been a catastrophic event, but he knew at least Owl had survived. No word on the others but he wouldn't truly admit to not knowing that.

✂ "What a cold reception to that news." Jizabel noted, raising an eyebrow. To be sure Owl had don't he least bit of damage to either of them, it wasn't exactly like Owl chose to be raised by their father. "As far as I'm aware, he's the only other survivor. " The bitter loss of Cassian would never give him any peace. That was something he regretted, dragging that boy into this deadly business. "I'd be careful about that threat- I'm just as proficient as you. And while I don't care much for acts of justice in the slightest bit, if you attempt something like that I might be forced to intervene... so keep your word."

[plethora-of-imagines]

Concept: Getting kidnapped by one of the masters/missy and when you are taken to the tardis the others are there waiting for you-🌈

You almost didn’t have time to realize who was walking past you when your arm was twisted behind you back in a fluid, practiced motion.

The Master. Of course it was. Who wouldn’t recognize him when he was dressed in all black velvet. He had clearly learned that you cooperated better when you knew it was him and not a complete stranger. Better the threat you know, and all that.

Struggling halfheartedly against his grip rewarded you with another flash of pain as he twisted further. With very little remorse you gave up on your struggles. While getting abducted by the Master wasn’t ideal, it was at least familiar. Wondering what plan he had this time you scarcely paid attention to your surroundings. 

Until he started to approach a street lamp with no signs of changing his path. His TARDIS. Letting him keep you captive on the same planet or ship that you were already on was one thing, but letting him bring you who knows where? Unthinkable. That was the real danger. While you didn’t think he would leave you somewhere defensless without provocation, you didn’t fancy being left somewhere the Doctor may never find you again.

Renewing your struggles, you twisted in every direction. Throwing your weight around, digging your heels into the ground. Anything you could think of. You didn’t waste any time with screaming, no one here would think to help you. You had been the only one to stop and help a screaming child earlier.

“Now, now, you know better than to make this worse on yourself, my dear. Stop struggling or you’ll end up with a broken arm,” he lowly drawled. Breath caressing your ear with each whispered threat.

A sputtered tangling of words was your only retort as he spun you around and threw you over his shoulder with nary a thought. Loosing precious time to your surprise, it wasn’t until you were halfway through the doorway that you remembered to fight him.

Pounding aimlessly against his back you yelled at him, “put me down!”. Not expecting him to comply you almost fell over when he set you back on your feet.

Arms helped to steady you, instinctively you almost thanked them. Before freezing as you realized that you had no idea who was behind you. It wasn’t the Master’s arms around you, his were crossed in front of you while he worn a smug smile.

“Oh the poor little poppet hasn’t met us yet has she! I almost forgot how cute she looked when she froze in confusion,” a female voice cooed behind you. 

Close, too close.

Rushing away from her, head spinning as you turned to look at her. It wasn’t just this woman in the TARDIS with the two of you.  There were others. Some tan skinned man in purple walked forward to lean against his counterpart, the woman also dressed in purple. A boyish blond, sitting with his legs up against the console in a chair that you could only assume had been dragged here from somewhere else with how ornate it was. It looked like a more casual replica of a throne...

Bent over the console starting to manipulate the TARDIS was another man dressed in black. Before you could really determine anything about this man the purple duo approached.

“It’s almost cute how defensive she gets, like a feral, declawed kitten.”

The woman pinched you cheeks and laughed as your face grew hot at the attention. Lost at their actions you helplessly looked over at the Master for help. He wasn’t looking at you, taking over the controls from the other man. But that other man’s soft brown eyes drew you it as they met your helpless gaze.

“Master,” you whispered as you recognized the other man as another version of the one who brought you here.

Chances were that they were all some verson of the Master... you were in more danger than you had thought.

The verson you had made eye contact with approached you casually, taking you in fully.

“So this is who all the fuss has been about? Come along, my dear. It would be remiss of us to not show you to your room. This plan does involve you spending a decent amount of time with us after all.”

Entranced by the gentle tone of his voice you blindly followed him. This Master was so, polite and charming. How could you not be almost hypnotized by his demeaner? Your earlier panic faded away as he guided you with a gentle hand across your back.

(762 words)

[let-me-take-your-soul]

Oh cool Also, in that case, how about a fic where after the events of the manga, Kid starts taking his stress and grief (and some of that trauma from being kidnapped) out on Spirit, telling him it's all his fault because he didn't do his job in the first place and stick beside his father like he was supposed to. Mostly because he can't bare the thought that he himself might be responsible :)

I got reeeeeally carried away with the angst on this one! So we're definitely giving some warnings for it! Thank you for the request!! <3 And your endless patience!

Post-Manga angst with Spirit and Kid

Warnings: Alcoholism, heavy swearing, drunk rage

*Ending up to interpretation on whether it's positive or negative*

Spirit was used to being lashed out against. He didn’t always make the best decisions in life, but he was also in a highly stressful and dangerous position. It took a lot of mental fortitude to be in his position. The thoughts of the enemy never bothered him. Why would he give the time of day to the thoughts of his targets? It did hurt though, whenever his daughter rejected him, or when one of his coworkers decided to point out anything that wasn’t up to their standards, or when Lord Death wouldn’t take him seriously.

He had some rough days, but nothing a night out drinking on his day off couldn’t fix for him. Though he hated to admit it, after the final battle for the academy, he found himself going to the bars more than once a week. He found that every night was becoming more and more rough and that on top of his rocky relationship with Maka, the most stressful part about work now was interacting with Kid, who had become his new boss since Lord Death’s passing. 

Spirit could take criticism just fine, but there was a difference between saying “Hey, you need to put in more focus to get this paper work done” and saying “Of course you don’t have your work done. You’ve always been the most useless Death Scythe. Why did my father ever keep you around?” At first, he took the comments in stride. Kid was overwhelmed with power and responsibility and didn’t see how or when his father died. Spirit figured that overtime, the comments would become less harsh, but no matter what effort Spirit put in to try and make Kid’s life easier, there was no pleasing him. It was as if Kid had latched all of his grief, anger, and confusion onto Spirit. Still, Spirit felt there was nowhere for him to go, so he stayed with the academy and bottled up the feelings that were being thrust upon him every day.

He’d stopped going to ChupaCabra’s after his drinking binges started to become more frequent. He already had a reputation there and he couldn’t stand the thought of making it worse. So he found a little hole-in-the-wall bar in Death City that he decided to frequent instead.

The night was the same as each one that had come before it. One drink turned into two, into three, into one shot, into many. He didn’t question the practices of the bar, he was just glad to go somewhere to drink so he at least wasn’t alone. 

As he sat, nursing his 4th drink and the bartender letting him know that he’d finished off another bottle of vodka, Spirit’s phone began to ring. The noise was grating on his ears, but still, he grabbed the phone and answered, only for Kid’s vitriolic voice to ring in from the other side. It immediately soured Spirit’s mood, but he composed himself as much as he could as he pieced together Kid’s demands for him to get back to the academy and help him.

Spirit absentmindedly hangs up the phone, approaching the counter and throwing some cash to the bartender.

“‘M leavin. Gimme a beer for the road, kay’?” he slurs.

The bartender complies and Spirit stumbles his way back up to the academy. He isn’t sure how long it takes. He hasn’t been sure how long anything has taken in months. Still, he climbs his way up the stairs and shuffles his way to the Death Room, certain that he himself looks like death.

He meets Kid’s gaze, the bottle of beer loosely dangling in his right hand. There’s an immediate look of rage in Kid’s eyes.

“You’re drunk. Again.”

“N’ yet, you still asked me to be here” Spirit mumbles.

Kid stands and Spirit isn’t sure what’s going to happen next. Kid takes a deep breath then lets out a frustrated screech as he kicks his chair hard, it crashes against the floor and Kid whips back around, stomping his way up to Spirit.

“Is this what you did instead of staying and protecting my father? Did you fuck off and get piss drunk while everyone else was fighting Asura?”

Spirit’s eye twitches and the anger he’s been feeling everyday begins to boil up inside of him.

“You know that’s not what happened,” he says.

“Sure, maybe you didn’t go off and get drunk while we were fighting, but certainly that war wouldn’t have needed to happen if you were just able to do your damn job!”

Spirit snaps, the anger taking over and he turns, chucking his beer bottle against the wall. It shatters, littering the room with shards of glass and the distinct scent of yeast-y alcohol.

“I’m fucking tired of this! If you think I’m a piece of shit, just fire me already. I’m done being your emotional punching bag just because you can’t accept your dad’s death. Have you ever thought that maybe the one who killed him isn’t the enemy? Didn’t that annoying little mouse Excalibur say that? Those stupid lines in your hair- that was his timer. So, instead of blaming everything else in the world- instead of blaming me for an entire war that would have happened anyway, maybe look in the mirror and realize that your dad is dead because of you!”

The two are silent as they stare in shock at each other. Spirit immediately regrets it and slumps against the wall, sliding to the floor and putting his pounding heads in his hands.

Kid shifts uncomfortably, straightening up but remaining silent.

“God, I’m a piece of shit- I just screamed at a teenager because I’m a garbage human being. M’ sorry, Kid. I won’t bother coming back in. This isn’t working.”

Kid lets out a deep breath.

“No. Sober up and come back in on Monday. I need your help with this.”

He turns to leave, the tension in the air heavy. He looks at Spirit, sitting crumpled pathetically on the ground.

“Just Your help.” Kid emphasizes before leaving the Death Room.

Spirit stares in the direction of the door, trying to process what Kid said to him. Unable to decide if this was progress between them, Spirit slowly hobbled his way to the broken glass bottle, picking up the pieces before heading out. He figured that he’d find out on Monday.

[dodo-begone]

Scrambled Eggs

Pairing: yan!Ranboo x reader, Yan!Tommy x reader, Yan! tubbo x reader, Yan!Purpled x reader

Request: I raise you: Hnfnnnnnnnnnn more Yandere minors but this time you're with the eggpire already (not on purpose but you get the idea)

Word count: 3k

Warning: yandere, the egg, obsession, cult (egg), kidnapping, cursing

A/n: this is all platonic. Nothing romantic. also oop this went a lot longer than i thought it would- I got really into it. Also uploaded this and didn't proof read it. I know there's at least one mistake in there- sorry in advance.

Ranboo

When this poor lad finds out you’re currently in the Egg’s clutches, he was shocked. Oh my gosh, didn’t you love him? Did you actually love him? If you really loved him, you wouldn’t have let the Egg gain control of you. That’s how “the power of love” works. Right?

He’ll go to you, begging and doing his absolute best to reason with you. In all honesty, trying to reason with you was as productive as asking Santa Clause for that new ferrari model-

But that didn’t stop him. He was too far to properly think things through. Now why don’t you come home with him? It’s not safe for you. This “Egg” doesn’t actually care for you. He cares for you though- You end up chasing him off, saying that you were happier with the Egg than anytime you were with him. Oh how the Egg has brainwashed you. It’s so bad for you, can’t you see? He’ll go through the cycle of attempting to save you a few times before it becomes too much for him.

Eventually he just goes to Phil, ranting about how you were controlled by the Egg now and he was scared for your safety. Oh god Phil what can he do to save you? Phil please help him, give him some guidance- anything! And after Phil? Well, he’d pray to any deity that’d listen. Only asking them to save you from your current plight. You weren’t safe and he loved you so much, he can’t lose you too.

Phil tires of this cycle very quickly. It’s pathetic how much Ranboo is upset by your situation. But he’s your friend and he cares for you so much; you’re a constant in his life. How can he not love you? So he’ll just give in during one of Ranboo’s pleading stages, saying that he’ll help Ranboo rescue you- which makes Ranboo very pleased. If it was this easy to end this toxic cycle, he would’ve done it ages ago.

They plan your rescue for weeks, almost a few months. Everything had to be absolutely perfect; any flaw that could allow the Egg to repossess you needed to be resolved. As time passed, Ranboo grew more anxious. He kept visiting you during the planning process, just to keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe.

When the plan was finally put into motion, his anxiety grew more. What if there was something that they miss? Something they didn’t account for? Phil had to remind Ranboo, multiple times, that you needed him. And he was here to save you. Ranboo couldn’t afford the time to hesitate, he had to take action. Plus if something went wrong, they always had Techno to fall back on. This got Ranboo back in the mindset, ready to save you again.

Something that was unavoidable was physical conflict. A fight started between the eggpire and the rescuers. It was rather rough and unfortunate that you got involved. You were fighting against them, rather fiercely as well. Leaving you mostly unharmed was nearly impossible when you were so determined to have their heads. But they managed. And they succeeded; they defeated/subdued the eggpire, you came out with only a few scratches and they got you away from the egg. All in a day’s work.

Once they got you “home” (specifically Phil’s house since it was far from the Egg and provided the most on-site protection), they started the recovery process. They had to restrain you to the bed, tying you up so no harm could come to you or them. Another unfortunate thing, but a necessity.

You were feral, thrashing around and snarling. Demanding that they release you. You had to get back to the Egg, the Egg needed you and you needed it. Though time passes with no change and you eventually tire, finally being subdued from exhaustion. Ranboo volunteers to keep an eye on you once you’re deemed “stable” (as in “not trying to actively leave”).

Phil is Reluctant to leave you in Ranboo’s care, but he was tired. The day had been long and rather draining. But Ranboo seemed so eager to help you, stay with you. So he, although reluctant to do so, leaves you in the care of Ranboo. They agreed to work in shifts before he left.

As he leaves, he gives you two a final look. Ranboo moves his chair closer to you, learning in and starts to talk to you. Honestly, Phil could care less about what conversation you two were having. He was only there to rescue you. There weren’t any ties between you two besides Ranboo, a common connection. All that mattered was you getting cured, out of the Egg’s clutches.

Tommy

This boy? When he’s told the Egg has you in its possession, he vehemently denies it. There’s absolutely no way it could’ve gotten you. I mean do they realize who they’re talking about? They’re talking about you- one of the strongest people on the smp!

Though a small part of him doubts that. Whispers that yes, you’re strong. But not strong enough to protect you from a danger like the Egg.

There’s absolutely no possibility that you were taken by the Egg. I mean come on, as mentioned above, you’re hella strong. You fought in so many wars and never fell for any of Dream’s lies. The last one is mostly why he believes the Egg doesn’t have you. If you can defy Dream’s manipulation, then the Egg should be no different. Right?

And so many people didn’t like him, so this had to be a joke. It was laughable, unbelievable. They thought they could get him so easily? Oh how wrong they were. Here, he can easily prove them wrong. Prove that it’s a prank. Mostly needs to prove it to himself though.

So when he walks around the smp, he keeps an eye out for you. He does it everywhere and eventually wanders to areas less frequented by him. That’s the level of “delusional” he’s at; you’re just hiding somewhere, far from him. This is a mean prank you’re pulling and very effective if the wanted product was a panicked Tommy.

Finally throws in the towel when he can’t find you anywhere after a week. He asked everyone on the smp for your location and got one of two answers; they either haven’t seen you or they saw you in the Badlands, near the Egg’s domain.

Now he wasn’t scared to go into the Badlands to look for you. Oh absolutely not! He was, in fact, absolutely terrified of the Egg. His reasoning for not going there boiled down to “the Egg doesn’t like him and wants him dead” and “there’s no way the egg got them”.

Enough time passes and he finally starts to accept the idea that the Egg may actually have you. When the thought pops up to look for you in the Badlands, he doesn’t question or fight it like before. Now accepting it with open arms, he heads to the Badlands. His worst fear will be laid to rest. You won’t be there.

Oh how wrong he was. When he gets closer to the Egg’s lair, he finally catches sight of you. It’d been weeks since he last saw you, and was ecstatic when he found you. A closer, more in depth look decimated any joy he had.

You were definitely a part of the eggpire with the signature red iris that obscured your natural eye color from the light. And it was also obvious that it was working you to death. Your body looked so much weaker than it ever had, besides grave injuries. Absolutely drained of all, fucking demented, lifeless were just a few things to describe your current state. It was so hard to look at. He knew he had to save you because the Egg was slowly killing you.

He executed the best plan he could conjure up in that little pea-brain of his; he’d “kidnap” you. A very simple plan, in all actuality. When the other eggpire members were away from you, he’d lure you away with just his presence. The Egg absolutely despised him, he was well aware of that. That’s why you were most likely chasing him, but he liked to believe you were coming with him willingly. Breaking from the Egg’s control.

Okay so he hadn’t planned on where he’d take you- BUT he did know you had to be taken far, far away. Far from the smp and especially the Egg. He’ll stop when he believes you’re too far from the Egg’s influence. A place you can finally rest and break free from the Egg. After that? Well it was obvious; he’d do everything in his fucking power to ensure that the Egg could never get ahold of, control or bother you again.

Tying you to the bedpost should be sufficient for now, right? Oh don’t worry about the long chain on it. It’s long enough for you to get into the bathroom and get business done. He’s a really considerate guy, huh? It’s only there to prevent you from running back to the Egg, he swears.

And look! You’re slowly becoming yourself again. It’s happening slowly, but Tommy can see the progress that’s already being made. And that makes him overjoyed.

Tubbo

The news of your disappearance couldn’t have come at a worse time. He had been told about one of the nukes being stolen and then the news that you were kidnapped right under his nose? Absolutely worse. All he felt was absolute rage and despair. First the nuke and now you? How could this get worse!

Finding out how you were taken can, apparently. Jack recounted how he last saw you with Bad. But it wasn’t like “oh they’re just chillin like homies”. No, it was about how Bad was carrying you to… somewhere. It was unclear where they went. Rather unfortunate how Jack had to deliver the news of two horrendous incidents at the same time.

Tubbo wanted to scold Jack for not stopping Bad, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t Jack’s fault. Well it was but wasn’t all at the same time. Telling Jack how he fucked up severely wouldn’t help the situation, and neither would yelling or any other destructive form of anger. Keeping his cool was his best option to solve the current crises.

He gets to work on solving both issues asap. Jack volunteers to find the missing nuke which left Tubbo to find you. Jack taking up the nuke issue was a blessing; he’d rather have Jack find the nuke than risk your safety.

Now since he’s left to look for you, he needs a plan to locate you. His best option? Getting help from the other residents, of course! They were more than happy to assist Tubbo. All of them get told the same story; the recount that Jack told Tubbo of the last appearance you made.

It isn’t long into the search before results were made. Puffy came back with your location. Your situation was less than favorable. Adding you being in the Badlands and so close to where the Egg laid, it was all clear. It appeared that you were under the Egg’s thumb. After all, if a friend calls out to you, a normal person wouldn’t just ignore them. And Puffy said she wasn’t too far away from you when she yelled for you. So something was obviously wrong.

Tubbo decides to give the Badlands a little visit. To give his own input on the situation, if you’d call it that. In all honesty, it was just to see you and see if the tales were true. Sadly, they were.

The next best thing would be to plan an escape for you. So the first attempt is him just trying to get you to leave on your own accord. And that plan was unsuccessful, which was less than surprising. Then he tries to physically drag you back. A hilarious sight, but another plan that was doomed to fail from the beginning. As a last resort, for that visit, he pulls out the puppy dog eyes and alligator tears. You were unfazed by his tactics. There go his immediate plans of freeing you.

Eventually you tire of his behavior and chase him away. You spare him some last words before you part ways though. “I don’t need to leave the Egg. I’m perfectly fine, so just leave me alone”.

That really made him upset, but he wasn’t going to give up on you just like that. No, you were his best friend. Best friends don’t give up on each other so easily. They stick with each other and get the other out of a nasty situation. And this was one nasty situation you got pulled into.

When he gets back, he relays all of the discoveries to the others. It was undeniable, unanimous; you had to be rescued. As they all talked it over, a smile grew on Tubbo’s face. Tubbo’s change in mood was dismissed easily; he was just excited to get his friend back. They weren’t half wrong with that.

Tubbo was more happy that it’d be easier to contain you. He could easily get you where he wanted you and keep you there under the pretense of “keeping you there for your safety”. And all he’d have to do is volunteer to care for you…

Purpled

Surprisingly, he meets you through the Egg. Well, properly meet you. Originally, he joined for the money. Some of the eggpire members were rather wealthy and paid handsomely for his services.

So to elaborate on how he “knew” you. He first found you when you first appeared on the smp. Being toured around by Dream. So logically he goes up to greet the new member. You want to make good impressions on people as soon as you can.

You two only exchange names before Dream starts to shoo Purpled off. Dream gives the excuse that you were his friend. Not Purpled’s. His. He didn’t know you well and this was his server, so he’d obviously give the best tour of it. Plus you two were also catching up on things you two had done.

Dream’s behavior peeved you. He was being rather rude to this stranger and rather irresponsible. If he was trying to seem good, he was doing a poor job of conveying that.

You argued with Dream to allow this other person to come along with y’all. The argument doesn’t last long before Dream finally shoots it down and pulls you away for the rest of the tour.

Purpled was awed, felt so loved. You argued back at Dream of all people, and just for him. To defend him and let you come along with him. God you must be an angel in disguise, a true treasure. People as gracious as you are hard to come by nowadays.

After that, he does his best to become your friend. He does all the research on you that he can and watches your behaviors. Noting what you like and what you do throughout the day. Just the normal stuff, ya’know.

Without you knowing it, you had become such a precious thing to him. You’d become his best friend. Yes you two didn’t talk often at all, but you two were still friends. After all, he knew everything about you. Your favorite color, your favorite place to hang out, which genre of books you like, what muffin you get at Niki’s bakery, how you like your tea and coffee. Just the normal stuff a best friend would need to know.

Also collected things of yours. Things you came in contact with. If you left them, that meant you didn’t want them. And if you didn’t want them anymore, then they were free for the taking. This was all obvious stuff.

Another surprising thing; he became too busy with the egg to even notice your disappearance. With how much he was around you, he would’ve noticed you go missing within seconds. Yet he wasn’t around to keep you safe, now was he? No he wasn’t. He was away collecting some of the dumbest things for the egg.

He was rather annoyed when he was told of the soon-to-be new member of the eggpire. Great, another egg freak he’d have to deal with. Right now, he could really use a pick-me-up. Visiting you wouldn’t hurt- apparently it can because he was almost immediately put to work after being told the news.

After prepping for the initiation process, he was more than peeved. It’d been weeks since he last saw you. It was some of the worst weeks of his life. All he needed right now was you- oh boy.

Well he wishes were granted because there you were, being inducted into the egg cult. Man he should’ve been a bit more careful on what he wished for, but whatever. You were here now. Once it’s all over, he goes to properly greet you as an eggpire member and tours you around. So since you like the egg and he likes the egg, you wanna keep talking?

Will do everything in his power to keep you under the Egg’s control. If anybody comes in hopes of rescuing you, they’d have to deal with Purpled first. They’d usually never get past him, defeated by his hand and sent away.

It was in “your” best interest to stay with the egg. Really it was his, but you believed it too.

Those egg-cult freaks kept preaching about how the Egg would give people anything they asked or craved. Now that you were here, Purpled supposed it was true. After all, you were what he wanted after all. He is best friend by his side forever. What else could he ask for?

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At the headquarters of the Agency, Margret was looking over the data Victor had quickly sent her about the Warden over the Max Security prison. Suddenly her assistant popped in looking very frantic. “I’m sorry to bother you Miss Fuller but you need to see this.” Margret was a bit taken aback by the young man’s frantic tone but she willingly got up from her desk and followed the assistant to the break room where the televisions was. A lot of workers were gathered around it but began parting when they saw their boss, allowing her to come through to see what the fuss was about. When Margret saw what was playing on the news, her face became grim. “Get me agent Cutter on the phone now!” She commanded. Her assistant nodded and scrambled to get in contact with Victor. Margret then turned to one of the Agency workers. “Get the tech team to begin scrambling and blocking that news report from spreading world wide. We don’t need a mass panic on our hands.” The worker saluted the woman and ran off in another direction. Margret pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. Things have taken a turn for the worse now. The door to the main entrance of the Fair City research labs burst opened as Jenkins and the rest of the chaotic four followed by Alan burst out. The group raced as a collective twoards their cars to quickly get to Dr. Two Brains house. Both Jenkins and Patricia had engaged and furious looks on their faces. Archie was angry but also worried about the reaction of his good friends. Hugh’s face was full of worry and concern for his friends as well. Alan’s face remained stoic, yet deep down he was greatly distressed. They all saw the news broadcast, none of them were pleased with what they witnessed. Emily’s face held barely contained anger as she watched the news broadcast from her office. She was going to make some significant budget cuts and changes to the Fair City news team after this. ‘I wonder if I can have Scoops and Rose run it. They would at least be more trustworthy than the regular anchors. They know how to keep a secret.’ Emily thought bitterly. Back at Dr. Two Brains home, the entire group stared in shock at what was being displayed on the station. The male newscaster looked serious and grim as he made the announcement. “Hello. If you are tuning in right now then you are about to witness some horrifying breaking news. This just in Matthew Dunner aka Maddrix the Malicious has broken out of his Max Security Imprisonment and is here somewhere in Fair City. We have information that he was originally transferred to a place called B.E.A.W labs where he was held there as scientists attempted to remove his power in order to prevent the hero killer form attempting any more escapes from his cell. He was aided by his alleged ex husband Professor Carl Woods who faked his death to cover up his work in illegal and unethical cloning. It is reported by a reliable source that Carl Woods kidnapped his nephew in the process. They both went to the B.E.A.W. labs under fake names. It is believed Carl Woods was corrupted by Maddrix and Professor Woods went to B.E.A.W labs to help his lover escape. During Woods’ time there he also kidnapped a young girl and her pet opossum and secretly performed horrific experiments on the two. Carl Woods was soon found out, but he escaped along with Maddrix, the girl, the opossum, and his nephew who had developed Stockholm Syndrome while under his uncle’s deranged control. Mr. Woods killed an innocent man during his escape and set fire to the rest of the labs causing a massive explosion. People are advised that Matthew Dunner and Carl Woods are traveling together and are very dangerous. If you spot them please call your local authorities and do not approach them. That is all.” Somewhere in the town of Newport, four heroes were watching the broadcast that was playing from Fair City. @dualnaturedscientist

Everyone was exhausted from the eventful day. Dr.Two-Brains had put the mice pups on a makeshift little bed for them to sleep on. They seemed to have grown attached to both Becky and the mad scientist in the short amount of time they were taking care of them. When they put the mice pups down they squeaked to be picked up again. When they finally fell asleep, full from their dinner, Becky and Dr.Two-Brains quietly left. Though Becky didn't want to leave the pinkies alone. The villain spoke softly. "They will be okay there. I promise. Let's be quiet and let them sleep." Becky stared at her father for a moment. She had a thoughtful expression, following after him. Dr.Two-Brains had put his kid to bed. Once she was tucked in. Bob too. He kissed her forehead goodnight. "Goodnight my little ray of hope. Rest well. I'll never let anyone hurt you anymore. I promise. You'll be safe from now on. I'll never let you out of my sight again." He mumbled this, his eyelids feeling so heavy now. He drifted off to sleep, head on the bed. Becky untucked herself and made herself comfortable near her dad. Bob made himself comfortable as well on the opposite side. Both of them curled up next to him. The others had already left for their own home. Leaving Carl, Steven and Matthew with them. Carl and Steven had been taken to the spare rooms while Matthew had only the couch to sleep on. If he was going to be honest it was still much better than the poor excuse of a bed they forced him to sleep on during his time in Maximum prison. The facility where he was transferred was so much worse. He was going to take what they gave. As his son in law wished, he was on his best behavior. It would stay that way until they didn't need him anymore. The truth was, he wants his kids to be happy. Just like any other parent would. Once he was of no use anymore, he will make sure they never see him again. He'll be far away. Just like they wanted. Despite what happened, Gene was still his favorite. He was so proud that his son turned out to be so brilliant, kind from what he saw. He was still all that despite the mouse brain. His son was strong. Maybe even more than him. He gave in, Dr.Two-Brains didn't give into it for the sake of his daughter. Matthew finally allowed himself to drift to sleep.

The next morning, Matthew was woken up by his son cooking breakfast for everyone. Well everyone but him. He assumed that Gene would want to feed the man he hates. Matthew felt guilt. Over hurting his son like that. Everyone else woke up soon, gathering around the table. Once it was set up, everyone helped themself to the delicious and cheesy meal. Matthew stayed in the living room though. Becky glanced over at him, puzzled why he wasn't joining them. Dr.Two-Brains felt his insides twist. As much as he hates Matthew he couldn't let his little girl panic like that. If he's staying here, he must eat as well. He spoke in a less than enthused tone. "You want your plate over there or are you going to join us?" Matthew blinked owlishly. He saw that the table seemed a bit crowded and he doubted they wanted him to sit with them. "I'll fix up my plate and eat on the couch. Thank you." There was no sarcasm in his tone. He was genuinely thanking his son. After they ate, Matthew and Dr.Two-Brains were alone in the living room. It was tense. Matthew wasn't looking at his son, not wanting to make the situation worse. He didn't see the expression Dr.Two-Brains was wearing. Grim. He wanted answers. He was finally able to ask this question he had been dying to ask for years. "Why did you do it? Why did you massacre all those heroes? Rebecca?" Two-Brains found himself even more emotional, bringing up his late best friend. There was anger in his eyes. Sadness. Hurt. Matthew only felt guilty when it came to his family. He hated seeing them hurt. A thought he always had. If he hadn't massacred the heroes, maybe he could've done something to prevent Carl and Steven from being kidnapped. Prevent Gene from going through all that. "You wish to know? I'll tell you. Just a heads up. I'm telling you why and it's not an excuse for what I did. I'm simply telling you what happened." Matthew paused for a second, frowning at the memory. "A good man died so many years ago. Not one hero shed a tear for someone whose intentions were good. Despite his less than legal ways of achieving his goals, he was on their side. They never saw it that way. It didn't affect him in the least. He still fought for what was good. They said horrible things about him. Yet he never retaliated. Never spoke against them in anger. My uncle. He hated this vigilante just as much. Hated that he was teaching me just as much. I didn't realize it at the time but this vigilante was more of a hero than the others were. Not one of them, including my uncle, mourned for him. They never even mentioned his passing once. The one who killed him, he wasn't going to stop. I had to make him stop. The anger I felt. I wiped him out. With his goons. They didn't care how many lives were lost. That added so much fuel to my hatred of heroes. So much so. It blinded me. Making me no better. I became the malicious monster that my uncle said I was. The rage grew in me. He disowned me. So did my mother. When the rage grew, I only had one thought. One goal. I was unfortunately blinded by this. Not seeing the damage I've done after I executed my plan. All of my rage was released. I don't remember killing most of them. But I know I did. I truly love you and your siblings. Your father, I never stopped loving him. Yet my hatred was stronger. I gave into it. I know this is the consequence of my actions and I accept it. If you wish to get revenge, I won't fight back. Do as you please. I'm truly sorry. I know it doesn't mean anything to you since it's from me. But my apology is genuine. I am sorry. I don't expect forgiveness. But I thought you deserved an apology."

Dr. Two Brains sat stunned at Maddrix's explanation. He had no idea Matthew used to be a hero. None of them did. He didn't know how to react to his apology either. It was a little too late to say sorry. Yet on the other hand, Two Brains could tell he was being serious and genuine. Maddrix's explanation though, it opened up more questions for him as he reflected on his past before the massacre, analyzing Matthew's actions and comparing it to what he knows now. "Is that why you raised me to be a villain? So I wouldn't end up like the heroes you hated so much?" Two Brains asked. Matthew shook his head. "I had that hatred festering, but it wasn't the main reason I raised you to be a villain. I genuinely saw the natural spark and flare you had for villainy at an early age. When you acted sweet and innocent as a cover to get what you want or to get away with biting people that made you mad." Matthew paused a bit as he chuckled a little at the memories. "I honestly lost count of how many people you bit." Two Brains couldn't help but smirk at that. "It was the only way I could get back at those who made me upset. Neither you nor dad would let me gain access to tech until I was 13." Two Brains quipped. Matthew nodded with a bittersweet smile. "True. We were both slightly afraid what you mind would do if we gave you access to tools and tech before you were mature enough to use them." Matthew then frowned. "The true reason was I didn't want you to end up like me. I had a lot of anger and aggression issues when I was growing up. I don't exactly know where they came from. I just know that my uncle nor my mother never gave me the help I needed. My uncle saw me nothing more than a weapon that made him look good until I didn't. My mother was a spineless fool who went along with anything my uncle told her. I wanted to help channel your villainous impulses into something productive. I wanted to give you the helping guidance I never got. Even after you got me arrested. I was miffed yeah but I was never truly mad at you. I'm proud of the person you grown up into. Not because of the villain part. It's because you have a lot more control over your priorities and better restraints over your impulses than I ever did." "So that's why you told dad you were an orphan." Two Brains muttered as he processed what Matthew told him. Maddrix just shrugged. "Well your biological grandfather walked out when I was a toddler and the only true parental figure I had died when I was teenager. It was easier to say I was an orphan than to go into the nitty gritty." Dr. Two Brains leveled Matthew a hardened look. "You kept a lot of secrets from dad, including the part about you and me being villains. I remember you said it was best that no one else in our family knew the truth about our villain work. Even though they wouldn't be bothered about it, you still didn't want them to know. Why was that? Were you afraid of them getting hurt if they knew?" Dr. Two Brains interrogated. Matthew's expression became pale before he turned his gaze away Dr. Two Brains looked at the man with annoyance and confusion for not answering his question in a rude manner. A thought then struck his head. That evasive and somewhat rude reaction. He knew it all too well. "You were afraid dad would hate your for being a villain and kick you out like your mom and uncle did. That was why?" Two Brains muttered quietly. Maddrix didn't reply. He didn't have too. Dr. Two Brains could see clear as day the prickling tears the villain was trying to blink away. Two Brains gave a bitter chuckle. "I guess I did take more after you than I realized." Two Brains mumbled. Both he and Matthew never wanted their loved ones to see the true them, consumed by their fear of being hated and alone by those they cared the most. The difference here, while Two Brains found a better way to cope with his fears and learn to be more open to others, Matthew didn't. @dualnaturedscientist

[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter nine rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

You were quiet in the cab ride home. Peter was talking a mile a minute and all you gave him were small smiles and fake laughs every now and then so he wouldn’t suspect anything was wrong. He was too happy about how well the evening had gone to notice.

“Do you want to come back to my apartment? You can sleep over if you want.” Peter asked with a shy smile when you got to your floor. You didn’t want to lie in bed all night with Peter when you were literally lying to Peter, so you faked a yawn and stretched a little.

“Not tonight, babe. I’m a little tired.” You lied. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay Pete?”

Peter looked a little disappointed but you knew he understood.

“Okay, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He went to kiss your lips but you turned so he only got your cheek. You pretended not to see the confusion and hurt in Peters eyes at your actions. You went into your apartment and went out the window immediately, needing to blow off some steam as Venom.

It didn’t take long to find crime, or for crime to find you. You soon heard the shrill cries of a panicked woman.

“Someone help me! He’s got my son!” She screamed. You immediately morphed into Venom and followed the sound of her voice. You climbed to the top of a tall building and scanned the city. Your eyes landed on a man running away with a small child struggling in his grasp. You jumped from the building and ran after the man at full speed. You caught up to him easily and blocked his path. You shot a web at the child and yanked him out of the mans grasp. At that moment, Spider-Man jumped down from the sky and landed between you and the man.

“Hold this.” You demanded and handed the child to Spider-Man. Spider-Man took the child and looked at you, the eyes on his mask squinting in confusion.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked as he bounced the child on his hip.

“Eat.” Venom said simply before bolting after the kidnapper who had took off running.

“Find the mom and get him to safety.” Venom called back to Spider-Man.

When you tracked the man down, you snatched the man up and suspended him in the air. Venom quickly swallowed him whole and fled the scene.

You found the mother just in time to see Spider-Man reuniting her with her child.

“Here you go ma’am.” He said kindly. The mother took her child and smiled at him gratefully.

“Thank you Spider-Man. I don’t know how you do it. You’re a hero.” The mom praised. Spider-Man laughed softly.

“I do my best. Stay safe.” Spider-Man waved kindly. The mother thanked him again and left with her son. Spider-Man turned to walk away as well but you stopped him.

“What the hell was that?” You roared. “You just took all the credit for saving that kid. You didn’t even do anything. We saved the kid, we killed the man, you were just the delivery boy. Why didn’t you tell the mom that we helped?” Spider-Man looked as taken aback as a man in a mask could look. Granted, your Y/n was showing. You were speaking in your Venom voice but it was really you talking, and Spider-Man seemed to notice the difference.

“Oh. I’m-I’m sorry. It’s just, you’re kinda scary and the kid was already super freaked out. I didn’t want to make it worse by him seeing you.” Spider-Man answered. He didn’t mean to offend you but his words hurt.

“We’re not scary. We saved that boy.” You said in defense.

“Yeah but, you’re honestly terrifying man.” Spider man laughed awkwardly. “Even I’m scared. A little kid wouldn’t want to see a hideous monster right after nearly being kidnapped. No offense.”

It almost seemed like he was trying to compliment you. Venom was much more hurt by his words than you were. At the end of the day, you could look like a regular person while Venom was stuck looking like a “hideous monster.”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” You shouted in your own voice. Spider-Man looked around for who the new voice came from. 

“Did that come from you?” He asked.

“It came from us.” You said, back to the low Venom growl.

“See it’s things like that that make you terrifying.” Spiderman continued. “That kid would’ve wet his pants if he saw you. I’m a nice, friendly face that people can trust. Really, no offense dude, but no one wants to see your face.”

You took a menacing step towards him and roared. He backed up instantly and held up his arms in defense.

“Woah woah woah please don’t put your eggs in me!” He shrieked. “I’m just stating the facts. You will never be a hero, if that what’s you’re going for. New York isn’t going to feel safe with a monster like you on the streets. If I told that mom that you were the one to save her kid, she would’ve ran straight to the cops. It might be better if you just went back to the planet you came from.”

He was trying something new. He knew he couldn’t physically beat Venom in a fight, so he tried using his words instead. His girlfriend was so good with words and he wanted to make her proud. All he knew was, he needed Venom out of the city.

“You’re wrong. We’re not a monster.” Venom growled. You just stayed silent.

“Fine. Monster. Alien. Whatever you want to be called, it doesn’t matter.” Spiderman waved his hand. “Because all anyone will call you is dangerous, scary, and a threat. You’re better off leaving earth and never coming back.”

“We’re not leaving.” Venom snarled.

“What’s with the we? Who else is in there?” Spider-Man asked. He reached out to touch you and you threw him against a building.

“Don’t touch us. Our host is in here.” Venom growled. Spider-Man tilted his head.

“Host? So you’re like a parasite?” He asked innocently. Innocent or not, it was the wrong question to ask. Venom picked Spider-Man up by his neck again and dangled him in the air. Spider-Man kicked his legs and tried to break free but couldn’t.

“First, you take credit for our work, then you insult us, and now you call us a parasite? We are not a parasite. We are Venom. And you are dead.” Venom sneered. Venom was too angry to listen to what Mr. Stark said about not eating Spider-Man. He had pushed you too far.

Venom ripped Spider-Mans mask off, wanting to see his identity before you killed him. To your devastating surprise, your terrified boyfriends face stared back at you. He had a bloody nose from being thrown against the wall and his face was red from lack of oxygen. He whispered pleas for mercy as his eyes begged you to let him go. You gasped and immediately dropped Peter onto the ground, looking around frantically for what to do next. He coughed and sputtered for a while while he rubbed his aching neck.

When he looked up, Venom was handing him his mask back with an apologetic look on your big white eyes. Peter shakily took the mask and nodded in thanks. You nodded back and ran as fast as you could back to your apartment. You climbed into your window, transformed back into yourself, and went to throw up in the bathroom.

Peter was Spider-Man. Peter was Spider-Man. And you were Venom. How could it be? How could fate be so cruel? And yet, it made perfect sense. He fit the description. College student from New York who traveled to Washington D.C. at the time of the elevator incident. It explained everything, from the first aid kit on Peters desk, to the constant phone calls, to Ned asking if you knew about Peter, and of course, Mr. Stark. The Stark Internship was being Spider-Man. You should’ve known. The signs were all there. But a part of you just wanted something good for once. Something that the rest of the world couldn’t touch. That something had been Peter. And now, you had to give him up.

You ignored Peters calls and texts for the next six days. You gave him a lame excuse about needed to stay focused on your Cletus Kasady article and so you couldn’t be on your phone. You had a week to tell him you were Venom, according to Mr. Stark. That week was almost up and you had spent it successfully avoiding Peter. You stayed in your apartment as often as you could and only left out the window when you had to go somewhere. Peters texts increasingly got harder and harder to ignore. You didn’t want to ignore his sweet good morning and goodnight texts or science puns, but you couldn’t face him. You just wanted to shake him and ask him why he kept something so big a secret from you. But alas, you said nothing.

On the sixth day of avoiding Peter, you knew you had to go out. You didn’t want to use the front door but you desperately needed to check your mail and it was pouring rain outside. You peered out your peephole and saw no signs of Peter. You quickly opened your door and didn’t even make it two steps before you heard the sound of Peters door opening. Running would be a bad option, right? You slowly turned around and gave Peter and awkward smile. He didn’t smile back.

“You’re avoiding me.” He stated. His voice wasn’t it’s usually happy tone. He sounded hurt and confused. You knew he had every reason to be, but you were hurt and confused too.

“I’m not. I told you I had to write my article.” You lied through your teeth. He didn’t buy it.

“Bullshit.” He scoffed. “I know you haven’t had your final interview with him. It’s in two days, right? How could you be finishing your article when you’re not even done with the interviews?”

You gulped. He saw right through your lies.

“Are you mad at me?” His tone changed as his voice weakened. “Did I do something wrong?”

Your heart broke. You wanted to hug him and tell him he didn’t do anything wrong, but you couldn’t. He’d been lying to you as long as you knew him. You couldn’t just forgive him and pretend you didn’t know he was Spider-Man.

“No.” You said quietly, suddenly taking extreme interest in your shoes. “No, Petey, I’m not mad.”

“Then why won’t you talk to me?” His voice cracked and your heart cracked with it. You looked down and shook your head, wishing you had an answer to give him. You looked around before stepping forward and pulling him into a tearful kiss. You let in longer in case it was the last kiss you ever shared with him He kissed you back but you felt his hesitation. His guard was up and you knew why.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed once you pulled away. “I can’t explain. I have to go, Peter. I’m sorry.”

You hated yourself for saying it, he deserved so much better. Peter looked like he was about to cry, confusion clouding his brown eyes. You turned away from him, unable to watch his heart breaking in front of you.

“Is this it?” His voice was quiet. “Are we over?”

“I think we are.” You said without turning around.

“Why the hell did you say that?” You thought. It’s not what you meant. You looked at Peter over your shoulder in time to see a tear run down his cheek. You went to turn back around but Peter grabbed your hand suddenly and pulled you towards the stairs. You didn’t resist and let him tug you, feeling like you owed him as much. You find it slightly ironic know that you knew why he was so strong.

Peter pulled you all the way to the roof, back to the very spot you once referred to as “ours.” He let go of your hand and pointed to the ledge, looking at you with weary eyes.

“Tell me it was all fake. Tell me it was all in my head and we weren’t happy together on that ledge. Tell me I made it all up and you were never as into me as I was into you. Tell me our first kiss, our first time, our first conversation meant nothing to you. Tell me you hate me and feel nothing for me.” He shouted before quieting down. “Because unless you tell me that, I won’t let you end this without giving me a reason. I won’t let you just walk away. Please, don’t end what we have just because you’re scared. You don’t have to be afraid. Not of me.”

“I know.” You whispered. “But you should be afraid of me. In fact, you already are.”

“What?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “Afraid—what?”

“I’m not afraid of you, Peter. Or of this. Of us. That’s not it.” You told him truthfully. “I’m afraid of what will happen when you find out I’m not who you think I am. I’m far worse.”

“What are you talking about? I do know you.” He insisted.

“You don’t.” You shook your head as tears fell from your eyes. “You do but you don’t.”

“Then who are you?”

“I’m a monster. We-“ you were cut off by the sounds of people screaming from the street below. Peter looked at you before running to the edge to peer down.

“Something’s attacking the city.” He called back to you. “It looks like a red version of Venom.”

“A red symbiote?” ,you thought, “how can that be?”

Peter turned and looked at you, not wanting to pull out his Spider-Man suit in front of you. Of course, he didn’t know that you were already well aware of his secret.

With the city under attack, your fight with Peter was going to wait. You wiped the tears from your face and walked past Peter, your shoulders brushing as you moved past him. You stared over the edge at the commotion, knowing you were the only one who could give the symbiote a fair fight. Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked over your shoulder at Peter, giving him a silent apology.

“I love you, Peter.” You said suddenly, never breaking eye contact. “I love you.”

With that, you jumped off the roof and turned into Venom in mid air. You landed on the ground below and roared at the red symbiote. You knew you had to focus on the fight, but your mind was goign a million miles an hour.

It was the first time you’d ever said those words to Peter, despite feeling them from the moment you met. He was the second boy you ever said those words to, but the first boy where you actually meant it.

You shook your head to free yourself from your thoughts and let out another roar.

“Venom!” The red symbiote smiled. “So glad you could make it! Where’s your friend huh? Is she too scared to come out and say hello to Carnage?”

“Carnage?” You wondered. Since when was there another symbiote on earth and more importantly, how did it know who you were?

You wasted no time in launching yourself at Carnage and attacking. You two wrestled for dominance for a while until Carnage ultimately won. He began to pull Venom off your body and you felt your face became uncovered. Carnage raised his razor sharp fingernails and prepared to slit your throat with his long nails.

“Heads up!” Spider-Man came swinging down and kicked Carnage off of you before he could harm you. You quickly bonded back with Venom and stood up, just in time to see Carnage throwing Peter across the street. You ran to him and helped him up.

“Shoot your web at the same time we do, okay?” You said and held out your wrist. Peter did the same and you both shot a web at the fast approaching Carnage. The combination of your webs was enough to capture Carnage and send him crashing to the floor. He soon broke out of his webbing and began running towards you again.

“Karen! Web grenade!” Peter yelled. He threw a web ball at Carnage and it blew up in the red symbiotes face. While he was distracted, you pulled the symbiote from its host by the ankles. Enough skin of the host was showing for you to take a bite. Carnage yelled in pain and turned to his closest attacker, which happened to be Peter. He picked Peter up and repeatedly slammed him into the pavement. To stop this, you tackled Carnage and spit acid spit in his eyes. Carnage howled and began to run away.

“I’ll be back, Venom.” He snarled. “And when I return, there’s gonna be Carnage.”

You ignored his threat and quickly ran to your unconscious boyfriend, kneeling down beside him. After checking to see that no one was around, you took off his mask and accessed his injuries. His face was beaten pretty badly and his pulse was weak. You transformed back into yourself and took off your hoodie and shirt, leaving you in a sports bra and leggings. You ran your hands over Peters body until you found a way to take the suit off, it was by pressing the spider on the chest. You tore up your shirt and pressed it to the large wound on Peters chest to stop the bleeding. You suddenly got an idea and pressed a hand to his chest, letting Venom go inside him and move around. Venoms healing abilities made the cuts on Peters chest disappear, but he was still knocked out. You pulled your hand away and slipped the hoodie around his body before picking him up with ease. He was adorably light. You quickly ran into the apartment building and went to his room before anyone could see you.

Peter came to about a half hour later just as you were finishing up healing his cuts. You had managed to bathe him and get him into a fresh pair of comfy clothes while his body healed.

Peter slowly woke up and noticed you were straddling his lap. After nearly a week of no contact with you, it felt nice. He missed the way your skin felt on his. He almost jumped out of his seat when he saw his Spider-Man suit hanging up in the closet where you could easily see it.

“Relax. I already know you’re Spider-Man.” You cooed as you put some Neosporin on his busted eyebrow. Peter relaxed under you for a moment as he took in his situation.

“And you’re not mad?” He asked quietly. You were surprisingly calm considering the circumstances.

“I’m not mad.” You smiled softly at him. “Venom is a little offended that you called her ugly though.”

“You’re Venom.” Peter said as he remembered seeing you jump off the building and transforming into the alien before his eyes. It made sense. The “We” was in reference to you. And you had saved his life the first night you met when Venom wanted to eat him. He just couldn’t believe his girlfriend was his arch nemesis this whole time.

“I am. Well, we are. Venom, say hi.” You turned to your left and watched as Venom shyly came out in her snake-like form to greet

“Hi.” Venom hissed.

“Hey.” Peter said back with a tiny bit a fear. He looked at you for reassurance and you nodded.

“You’re no panty dropper yourself, by the way.” Venom grumbled.

“Hey! Be nice or go back inside.” You scolded. Venom chose the later and went back inside.

“Are you mad?” You asked timidly, making him think about it.

“Not mad. Just confused.” He decided. “Is this why you were avoiding me? Because you saw my identity the night we ate dinner with Mr. Stark?”

“Yeah.” You admitted with guilt. “He told me I had a week to tell you. Today’s only day six so he’s gonna be thrilled.”

“He knows?” Peters eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes.” You confessed. “But he knew I was Venom before he knew I was your girlfriend.”

“That’s great news. Then I don’t have to explain anything to him.” Peter looked on the bright side. “Plus, he loves you. Speaking of love…”

Peter put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you into a passionate, tear filled kiss. You wrapped your hand around his wrist and kissed him deeply, one last time. You slowly pulled apart and you bit your quivering lip.

“We have to break up.” You whispered before pulling your hands away from him.

“What? Why?” Peter asked in shock.

“Look at us Peter. Look what’s become of us.” Your voice wavered. “How can we ever be together when you’re Spider-Man and I’m Venom? We didn’t tell each other these huge things about our lives and we hurt each other because of it. Tell me, do you honestly think I’d ever lay a hand on you?”

“No.” Peter answered. He knew you didn’t have a malicious bone in your body.

“Exactly. I wouldn’t. And yet, I beat you to the point where you couldn’t even stand.” You began to cry from shame. “I should be protecting you, not hurting you.”

“But you didn’t know it was me.” Peter pointed out.

“Exactly Peter! I didn’t know it was you because you didn’t tell me!” You exclaimed. “Do you not trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. But in my defense, I’ve never told anyone I was Spider-Man. May, Ned, Mr. Stark, they all found out on their own. You were the first person I was actually going to tell willingly. I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.” He sighed, and you believed him. “And what about you? You didn’t tell me you were Venom.” .

“It’s different, Peter.” You shook your head. “Venom isn’t a friendly neighborhood superhero. People see you and the run to you for help. But Peter, I’m what they’re running from. You said it yourself. I’m a hideous monster. I had a reason to hide who I was.”

Peter looked hurt at his own words. He cringed at the memory of insulting you so many times. He couldn’t imagine how it felt to hear that from your own boyfriend.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I said that about Venom, not you. I never would’ve said it if I had known.” Peter said softly, while reaching up to stroke your cheek. You wanted nothing more than to lean into his touch and forget the whole thing.

“That’s the point.” You moved his hand away. “We both would’ve done things differently if we had known. But we didn’t. And that’s why we need to breakup. Before we hurt each other any more.”

“Y/n, please.” Peter’s lips began to tremble. You couldn’t even look at him, not when you knew how much you were hurting him. You knew you’d take one took at his tear filled eyes and run right back into his arms. You had to be strong. You got up off his lap and headed towards the door before you lost your nerve.

“I’m sorry, Peter.” You said with your back to him. “We’re just on different paths. I’m so sorry.”

“Well what if I give up being Spider-Man?” Peter bartered. You looked at him over your shoulder in bewilderment.

“You’d give that up for me?”

“Anything for you.” He said confidently.

“I can’t ask you to do that. And what about Mr. Stark? You’re just gonna give up your mentor to be with me?” You asked him, hoping to knock some sense into him.

“Nothing means anything if I don’t have you.” Peter shot back. He was making it so difficult. You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at him for how he was acting.

“You’re not throwing your life away for me.” You shook your head sternly. “I won’t allow it.”

“Well what if you give up Venom?” He suggested.

Venom jumped out and growled at Peter. He stumbled back and you held Venom back like a dog on a leash.

“She would never choose you over us, Spider-Man.” Venom snarled. “We’ve been with Y/n much longer than you have. We’ve dried her tears. We’ve kept her safe. What have you done? Y/n and I are inseparable by choice. I’m inside her. She’s mine.”

“Yea, well, I’ve been inside her too.” Peter shot back with faltering confidence. Your eyes widened at the two of them.

“Both of you, stop it.” You commanded. “This argument is over. I’m sorry, Peter. I’ll never be sorry enough. But I have to go.”

“Where are you going?” He panicked as you went for the door again.

“Home.” you answered, avoiding his gaze. 

“This is your home.” He protested. “Here, with me.”

“Not anymore.” You finally looked at him. “I’m going back to San Francisco. I booked the flight while you were knocked out and it leaves in the morning. I can’t be here anymore, Peter. I can’t see you everyday and not want to be with you.”

“Then be with me.” Peter practically yelled.

“We can’t be together. I knew it from the start.” You wiped your face when you remembered your breakdown in your car that one day.

“Y/n, please.” Peter gently took your arm, making you look at him. “Don’t go. I need you. You never even gave me a chance to say it back.”

In the midst of all the chaos and drama, you’d forgotten that you told Peter you loved him. A part of you was glad you finally got to say it, but the bigger part of you ached knowing you’d never hear it back.

“Don’t say it.” You put a half over his mouth for a moment. “Please, just, don’t say it. It’ll be too painful for the both of us. Just let me go. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. You and I not being together will never be okay.” Peter cried, leaving his sweet brown eyes a miserable red.

“Peter…” you breathed, hardly able to take it.

“Please don’t leave me. Everyone else has left me. And you’ve never been like everyone else.” Peter gave one last attempt to make you stay. You looked at him in his entirety. You took him all in. His wavy hair, his doe eyes, his slightly crooked nose and his eyebrow that stood all the way up. All the things you first fell in love with that day you knocked on his door to give him his mail. That seemed that a million years back but it was really only a few months. Your heart broke at the sight of Peter, as beautiful as ever, standing before with a broken heart. And even worse, you were the one that broke it.

“Stay.” His voice was barely above a whisper but he could see you beginning to weaken. He took his opportunity to beg to reconsider. A little gleam of hope bubbled in Peters chest. You stood up straighter, cleared your throat, and tore your eyes away from your ex-boyfriend.

“Peter Parker, I will love you until my lungs are empty. But I cannot stay.” You said firmly. Just like that, his hope was gone. Before he could say anything else, you ran out his bedroom door, through his kitchen, and out the front door. You locked your door behind you and climbed into bed, crying at the loss of your teenage love. You knew Peter could hear every tear that fell with his heightened hearing, so you whispered heartfelt apologies and hoped he’d find a way to forgive you.

[cinnamonest]

I feel like I’ve found my kin, I fell in love with Kakashi when I was like 8 LOL. Can I request some general yandere Zoro headcanons btw? I loved/still love him too 😶

Yes you may ahhh!!!! I love Zoro so much. I love writing for fandoms like this bc shounen anime are... Well, shounen, they're aimed at dudes, so they tend to not have as large of a female audience so there's not a lot of content out there. I love Luffy and there's like zero girl-targeted content for him. I swear I've spent so much time looking for wholesome, decent LuNa (my otp im sorry i just hhhh) doujins that aren't super male-oriented, and there's like... 2. For a 900+ episode anime. 2.

I also love the concept of a yandere in a situation where they CAN'T kidnap you, they're limited by their circumstances, so they have to kind of adjust or go insane. It's an interesting dynamic because it eliminates the norm for yanderes.

I think I mentioned this but I'm not 100% caught up with one piece (I mean, who is?), so I'm just keeping it simplistic and going with kinda basic Zoro and nothing with specific character developments or any spoilers other than his backstory

Yandere Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)

Tws: all the usuals -- yandere, noncon, kidnapping

He meets you while he's lost. I'm sorry I just. Zoro gets lost in the middle of some place they're docked, and you're just such a sweetheart, you see this guy clearly not knowing where he's going, and offer to help him. He's kind of taken aback by your softness and sweetness.

He's not easily made aware of his own feelings. He's a rough and tough sort of guy, and he has dedicated himself to swordsmanship so much that he's neglected to focus on himself and his interpersonal relationships, and he's not really self aware at all of his own feelings, very out of touch with his emotions.

Obviously, even if he tries to shove it down, Kuina weighs heavily on his mind in relation to you. He's another man that has known loss and it's dealt its damage on his psyche. He can't lose another person who's dear to him again.

This results in him becoming insanely protective, one of the most protective yans out there. He's easily one led into paranoia delusions regarding your safety. However, he's an honest and reasonable guy and can be level-headed when confronted. If someone (not yourself, as he thinks you're naive, but maybe another girl like Nami or Robin) tells him he's being overprotective and exaggerating about your safety, he may actually have a moment of self-realization and admit to it. He's capable of being reasonable enough to see it once it's pointed out to him. However... this doesn't stop him. He tries, really, he genuinely tells himself that he needs to stop. But his instincts just kind of take over. It's an impulse, to stop you from doing even the most slightly dangerous things.

Once you join the Straw Hat Crew, he just kinda... clings. It's a silent presence, but he's always there, constantly seems to show up wherever you are. Unfortunately, you can't really... get away from him per se. You're kinda limited to one ship, at least as long as you're out on the sea. Your only option for respite is going to your room or bathing, otherwise, he's gonna follow you, even if he's not saying anything and (very badly) trying to feign indifference, pretending you just happen to be going the same way all the time. He doesn't really know what to say, he's not good with these things, and often he's acting without really thinking too much about it. He won't usually strike up a conversation, he just... is there. Watches. May awkwardly ask a question or make a passing comment.

One scenario I imagine is you jokingly picking up one of his swords and wielding it around giggling and he just flips out, takes it from you and yells at you not to do that, are you an idiot? Do you want to trip and fall and have that impale you? Do you realize how easy it would be for you to slice your arm open by accident? It's startling to both you and anyone watching -- even for someone who gets yell-y as easily as him, it seems like an overreaction. He'll apologize but insist it's a safety thing, really.

And he really tries to hide his more... aggressive nature, because he thinks it will drive you away -- he's a blunt, tough guy with a short-fused temper, and he thinks that's definitely not something women like very much. He tries not to yell at you, not get mad so easy, keep his calm better around you, and might even be nicer to others so that you don't think he's mean. And for the most part, he can manage that. Except when it comes to a very specific, very problematic blonde crew member. His little conflicts with Sanji get worse, to even a point that he's snapping at him so frequently that even Sanji himself is a bit bewildered and caught off guard by it. The others notice they fight a lot more often... and Zoro always seems to instigate it, picking quarrels over the littlest things. In reality, he's afraid of the other's... sleazy nature. He can't have you falling for that bastard. He even starts to get jittery when you're in the presence of Franky, Usopp, hell even Luffy of all people. It's noticeable, and everyone kinda worries for him.

He kicks himself for it as soon as he does it, but he finds himself insulting you nonetheless. It's a terrible habit. He gets so awkward and flustered that it's second nature for him to say something snarky or even rude when you talk to him, and he immediately is just mentally screaming at himself for doing so. This will get a bit better with time, though, if you two talk more often.

Now, even if you can fight, you're never gonna really get the opportunity. In battle, he's clinging to you and protecting you at every moment, even if it costs the others some unnecessary wounds. It's highly uncharacteristic of him, and they notice. He won't leave your side, insisting that you're a weak fighter and that he has to take care of you. You just don't get it, you overestimate yourself, you underestimate your enemies, you're a girl. What, Nami and Robin? Well, they've been at this much longer than you, and they had rough upbringings. You're different. You're soft... fragile. You just can't see it. You're lucky he's here to protect your dumbass.

Due to your setup, well, he can't really kidnap you per se. He undoubtedly would if you two were somewhere else, in another life or another setting, but that's not really an option, and even as a yandere, he would never go so far as to kill or abandon his crew. So, he's stuck with just... slowly, slowly mentally deteriorating.

Now, he's not capable of kidnapping, he's not smart enough to really manipulate you into anything (although he WILL tell you that some of the other guys are out to use you), so, he's left to be the guard dog he inevitably becomes to you. If you avoid him, he'll just follow you. If you don't talk to him, that's ok. If you confront him, he'll just insist he has no idea what you're talking about, and you'll start to feel like maybe you're just paranoid. The others... don't really know what to do, to be honest. I can see Nami/Robin potentially confronting him, but in the end, they can't force him to change his behaviors, and they can't afford to lose him. This results in, gradually, everyone slowly kind of accepting your dynamic onboard. They feel bad for you, really, but... in the end, Zoro's just more valuable to the crew. Sorry. They're not gonna get rid of him, but they don't want to get rid of you either.

If you leave? It may just be one of the very very few things that could ever cause him to leave the Strawhats. It would tear him up, really, it goes against his dreams, his pride, his loyalty, but in the end... his loyalty is first and foremost to you. He'll follow you if you leave. It's a bad move on your part, because this gets rid of the only thing standing between you and kidnapping. Which, at that point, surely will happen. Like his other behaviors, he'll feel bad, he'll try and stop himself, tell himself it's wrong, but you'll end up bound in some dark basement nonetheless. He's one to take a very simple approach. Find you alone, sling you up and over his shoulder and carry you off before anyone can come.

Rejection doesn't faze him. No matter what, he'll remain by your side. Even if you never love him in return. It's just his nature, he's a guardian through and through.

In the end, he'll be right there by your side, scaring off any competitors, clinging to you like glue, ever in your presence like a shadow, forever. Whether you want him to or not. He's just an inescapable force, an unmovable object, and you're wasting your time trying to change your fate.

Now, he's very flustered with anything sexual. Highly embarrassed, lots of shame, and doesn't talk much about it. It just kind of happens. He doesn't talk much during, mostly grunts and the occasional fuck when you clamp down, occasionally asking you if you're ok, if it hurts, if it feels good. It's one of the only very soft sides of him. In the end, he really, truly loves you, and doesn't want to hurt you, he wants you to feel good and just love him. It's a very different side to him, one no one else has ever really seen, it's the most vulnerable he himself has ever been with another person.

He feels shame for it, but initially he'll definitely be one to steal your things, sit outside of your room at night, listening to you through the wall, try and get glimpses of you bathing or dressing. He really, really feels guilty, and he's one that will, once you're comfortably restrained and never going anywhere, just sit down and list out every nasty little thing he's ever done regarding you, just to get it off his chest. He understands if you react badly, and he'll apologize, which is a bit ironic considering how much worse kidnapping you is.

He'll apologize for that, too. He's actually one to do so a lot. He's normally a proud guy, but with this? He knows it's wrong, he knows it's fucked up. He knows he can't stop. And he'll be sorry to the moon and back. Just never sorry enough to stop.

He's actually a pretty vanilla guy. Hand-holding missionary type. And, despite being so embarrassed over it all, oddly romantic about it. It's one of the only things he's ever soft and gentle about, it's almost unbelievable to you that he's capable of being so gentle and slow with anything. But he'll kiss your forehead, really take his time with it all, make you cum on his fingers before ever actually fucking you. Hold your hand, look into your eyes. It would be honestly incredibly sweet if it weren't... you know, taking place in some dark sealed off room after dragging you there against your will.

If he's particularly mad, he can get rougher, but he'll apologize after. It's a lot of harsh grabbing, biting, it leaves bruises that he'll rub over softly, whispering an apology, even if a little part of him likes the way it looks on you.

[summercourtship]

i absolutely love your amanda writings! the lack of amanda fics anywhere makes me so sad. if possible could i request something mega angsty with her 🧍🏻‍♀️ i love angst but i know not a lot of people do so totally okay if you don't want to take this one! (if you take on this request it does not have to be dbd related)

Thank you!!! She def deserves more fic- I love her so much and think she’s such an interesting character to explore.

Quick question for all y’all: do you think it’s more interesting when Amanda’s s/o is also a Jigsaw apprentice or when they don’t know about Amanda’s involvement in the murders? I can’t decide which intrigues me more!

also taking this moment to plug my amanda playlist again

last night.

Amanda Young x Reader | warnings: character death | word count: 1077

“Hey, can we talk?”

Amanda slammed the drawer she’d been rummaging in, tossing the first-aid supplies on the counter. She hadn’t heard you, opening another drawer and starting to shift through its contents.

You’d only realized that she was in your apartment when you’d heard your front door slam shut. Though at first you had thought it was someone coming to kill or kidnap you, but when you’d crept into the living space, the kitchen light was on and Amanda was standing in front of your junk drawers, clearly out of it.

“Amanda!” You say, louder than you’d have liked for this time of night. But it got her to finally look up at you, her eyes wide and frantic. It took her a moment to recognize you, bringing her mind back to the present moment and away from whatever she had been preoccupied with.

You take a moment to really look at her, how different she was from the last time you saw her. Something had clearly happened, and you feared the worst. Amanda was no stranger to relapse, but every time you thought about her falling back into her dangerous habits your heart broke. Seeing her frantically searching for something in your kitchen when you’d been presumed asleep didn’t help your suspicion.

You didn’t know which was worse: her trying to find valuables to pawn for drugs or something to numb the pain and distract her from her cravings. Neither of which were going to be in your kitchen drawers, most of them filled with random wires, take-out menus, and batteries.

“I’m worried about you. I rarely see you anymore, and you seem... really unlike yourself.” You move towards her, and you notice just how tired she looks. Her hair is messily tied back into a ponytail, strands hanging out and sticking to her face with oil and sweat. The bags under her eyes are prominent, her eyes hazy and somewhere else. In short, she looks like she’s been having the roughest day possible.

“I’m fine.” Even her voice is tired, flat and grating on her vocal chords.

“You clearly aren’t.” You place a hand on her arm, relieved when she doesn’t throw it off. “You can talk to me, you know. I’m always here for you.”

For a moment, she relaxes at your touch, before she catches sight of the supplies she’d thrown on the counter. It seems to set her off again, and she yanks her arm back before throwing open the next drawer.

“Do you have any anesthesia?” She doesn’t even look up at you as she asks, as if it was the most common question in the world to be asked at 1:00 AM in your dinky kitchen.

“What?” That was not what you were expecting.

“I said, do you have any anesthesia?” She looks up at you now, her jaw clenched. But she’s on the verge of tears, something that she’s obviously trying to hide. But things like that don’t escape your notice, not when it comes to Amanda.

“No, of course not. Amanda, what the hell is going on?”

“If you’re not going to help me, then shut the fuck up and go away.”

All you can think is that you need to diffuse the situation, and try to keep her with you and not out in the world doing who-knows-what.

“Okay, but you’re in my apartment. I don’t just have medical supplies hidden away in my kitchen.”

“God! Are you always this annoying?”

Ouch.

“I just wanted to help.” You say, stung by her harsh words.

“Well, you’re doing a shit job of it.” The slam of the drawer makes you jump, unnaturally loud in the quiet night. But you barely even hear it, her words echoing in your mind. She snatches the few supplies she had been able to find- mainly gauze- and sweeps out of the room and apartment without even a second glance back at you, leaving you confused and hurt. But more than that, you were scared for her and worried about whatever she had gotten herself into.

___

You stared at the tiny cubby that had been Amanda’s bed. The place smelled awful, and it broke your heart to think of her spending her time here when she could have been with you.

The investigators had taken everything that was of any legal worth, leaving behind what they deemed to be useless. But you saw its real worth- drawings and notes, her blankets and clothes. It was all her, the only sign that she had been a living human being.

You’ve replayed your last conversation countless times since it happened, wondering if there was something-anything- you could’ve said to get her to stay. But you knew that her devotion to you was second to her devotion to John- to Jigsaw.

It hurts even more when you think about what he did to her, and how she had somehow convinced herself that it was good and right. You’d never have the opportunity to tell her that she didn’t need a near death experience to learn to appreciate life, what she had needed was rehab and someone who cared about her. Someone who actually cared about her, as she was. Who wanted to help her without giving her more trauma on top of what she had already been through.

Shuffling around the gutted space, ignoring the suspicious stains on the floor and the amount of tools left behind, the razor wires and gears and shards of glass, you think once more on the conversation in your kitchen. If you had known that that would be the last time you spoke to her, that that was her last day on Earth, would you have tried harder to get her to stay? You haven’t forgotten her venomous words or the look in her eyes when she left your apartment, but your newfound understanding of her life brought clarity to the day.

You’d be questioned, more so than you already had been. The Jigsaw murders had shaken your city, and the idea that a survivor of Jigsaw became his closest accomplice would only further rattle it. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care about that, or the fact that you might somehow be implicated due to your association with Amanda.

All you could bring yourself to do was grab one of her blankets and some of the papers off her wall and head home, your mind silent.