#i get one suicide bait ask and i shut that shit down

[biracy]

[piedpiperart]

Menagerie part 8

PART SEVEN

Bakugo couldn’t believe it. Last night, his parents got a call from UA to come in early for a parent-teacher meeting to discuss his ‘behavior’. He scoffed. No doubt Deku came to them crying about him. But Katsuki didn’t have anything to worry about, he never did. None of the teachers cared about Deku anyway. 

That was why he didn’t understand why his teacher was looking at him with disappointment and annoyance. Surely he could see that Katsuki was the strongest out of the whole class, that he deserved to be at UA more than any of those other shitty extras. This was infuriating.

“It has come to our attention that Bakugo has a record of bullying,”Aizawa-sensei stated, and Katsuki clenched his fists in indignation.

“I wouldn’t say bullying,”Mitsuki hedged,”Sure, he’s a little rough around the edges, but Katsuki wants to be a hero, there’s no way he’d hurt someone on purpose!”  

Aizawa gave her a flat stare, before his eyes drifted over to Katsuki, and his blood ran cold. His teacher raised a brow, as if to ask Bakugo if he was going to tell his parents himself. “Tch. Whatever lies Deku’s been telling, it ain’t true,”Bakugo scoffed, but he could feel his palms getting sweatier with nerves. 

“That’s funny,”Aizawa drawled, and Bakugo’s parents shared a look. “Because Midoriya hasn’t told me anything.” 

Aizawa’s words left Bakugo confused, until he remembered the two extras in the hallway. The purple haired one and the scar-face. “Midoriya? You mean Izuku?” Mitsuki asked, shoulders slumping in relief. “They’ve been friends for ages, I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding,”She explained, and Aizawa turned his gaze to her. 

“You think shoving Midoriya against a wall in an empty hallway and using your quirk to burn him is a misunderstanding?” The pro hero challenged, and Mitsuki paled. 

Bakugo scoffed. “The nerd deserved it, he was looking down on me- He had a quirk this whole time! That bastard was hiding it from me,”Bakugo sneered, letting off some sparks in his hands. Aizawa eyed his fists carefully, and he resisted the urge to wipe his hands on his pants. 

Katsuk resolutely kept his gaze away from his parents, knowing neither of them would be pleased with him. He knew they had a soft spot for Deku, they just didn’t understand. Everyone knew he was better than Deku, and now, now with that stupid nerd hiding his quirk from him! That was just too much. 

“Katsuki..”Mitsuki gasped, and covered her mouth with a hand. Katsuki kept his glare on his teacher, the man who should be expelling Deku for hiding his quirk for so long, and cheating to get into UA. It was no wonder he hid his quirk, he had to use other people for it to work. 

Aizawa cleared his throat to get the parent’s attention. “Normally, this is enough to expel him from the hero course,”He said, but put up a hand when all three made some noise of protest,”But because of this incident, I looked into his school records and found some.. Discrepancies.” Before anyone could say anything, Aizawa continued with,”So I requested to take a look at some security footage from Aldera Middle school, and found multiple cases of assault with a quirk, bullying, and suicide-baiting, all directed towards Midoriya or kids with ‘weaker’ quirks.”

After those words, Katsuki couldn’t take it,”So what? None of that is on my record- you can’t fucking expell me over this shit!”

“Shut it, brat,”Mitsuki barked, and her fists curled on the arms of her chair. She turned to Aizawa. “I was unaware that this was going on, but I promise you he’ll accept any consequences you see fit. I thought,”She paused wiping her eyes. “I thought he was just like me, you know? Loud and brash, but.. I never thought he’d stoop so low. Poor Izuku..”

“I’ve expelled students for less,”Aizawa commented dryly,”But there’s no way Bakugo will be allowed to continue at UA. If any of his previous tendencies were shown on his record, he wouldn’t have been accepted in the first place.”

After hearing those words, Katsuki slumped in defeat. He was being expelled. From UA. He was being expelled from the number one hero school in Japan, and he was never going to be able to become a hero, much less the number one. His nails dug into his palms. It was all Deku’s fault. He set me up, Katsuki thought. He ignored the voice in the back of his head, asking if Deku made him hurt him for all those years. 

Katsuki tuned out the rest of the conversation. He wasn’t dumb, he knew when arguing was a lost cause, and looking into his teachers eyes… he knew there was no way of getting out of this. He didn’t hear the three of them talking about therapy, and how if he manages to pass evaluation in a year, they can talk about enrolling into a different hero program. He misses the disappointed, brokenhearted looks from his parents as they agree, taking a list of psychiatrists freshly printed from his teacher. His ex-teacher now. 

Katsuki barely paid any attention as the meeting ended. He held in a scoff when his parents bowed to the pro hero, and was the first one out the door. Bakugo stomped out the school, ears burning in humiliation as he caught sight of a few students on his way out. One curly haired fucker seemed to watch him eerily, and he popped a few sparks in his palms. Soon after that display, his usually quiet father put a stern hand on his shoulder, giving him a look of dismay so strong it made him want to cry. He didn’t though, not when all the nosy extras were milling about the place. 

Tuning out his mom as she lectured, eventually they reached the car, and Katsuki couldn’t help but take one last look at UA as they drove off. He felt nothing but hot, boiling rage that Deku was stealing his dream of becoming a hero in every way possible. 

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Rain paused in their exploration, wondering why Bakugo was at school so early with his parents. Ultimately though, he was on a mission, and glanced away almost as soon as Katsuki met their gaze. Not that the blonde could see his eyes from beneath his curly hair. 

Everything was so new and exciting, and he wanted to explore more of the school. Rain wondered if the school was always so bright as he stuck his head through the door to a random classroom. He hummed, noting its emptiness, but taking a moment to breathe in the chalky, pencil smell from the room. 

Then he was off, going down the hall until he came across another classroom. He peeked his head in, only to come face to face with his- mentor? Dad? Teacher? He frowned, settling on teacher. Looking over, he could see Aizawa-sensei watching him with an amused expression. “Present Mic told me you might stop by. How are you feeling?”

Rain hummed, stepping into the classroom and taking a seat in the front. It was Izuku’s desk. “Good. My name’s Rain.”

Aizawa dipped his head in acknowledgement. “Nice to meet you. What’s the notebook for?”

Rain glanced down at the notebook they’d placed onto the desk. “Feelings.” They settled on, offering the notebook to Aizawa after a moment of hesitation. Tension left their shoulders when his teacher set a juicebox down on the desk and gently picked up the notebook. 

Delighted, Rain took the juicebox while Aizawa tried to stifle a smile at the notes taken in the book. There was everything from what the floor felt like to impromptu interviews with a random student passing through in the hall. Looking down at the kid, he saw a content smile as they tapped the desk and sipped at the apple juice. 

“Do you want to participate in class, or do you think Izuku will be too tired?” Aizawa asked, placing the notebook back on the desk. 

Tilting his head in thought, Rain pursed his lips before saying,”Can I join class? Izuku can take a nap during lunch.”

“Yeah, that’s fine kiddo,”Aizawa said, leaning on Bakugo’s old desk. “If you need a break, you or the kids can hang out in the lounge for a bit. I can write you a pass.”

“Thank you,”Rain smiled softly before going back to the juice box. Aizawa hid a smile in his scarf as he made his way back to his desk to continue grading papers. 

The two of them sat in comfortable silence until the rest of Rain’s friends came back from the gym, dressed in their regular uniforms. Aizawa mourned the silence at Kaminari’s boisterous laughter. 

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“Ugh,”Izuku grumbled, curling further into the sleeping bag as he lay scrunched on the couch in the teachers lounge. At one end of the couch, Todoroki dozed in a light nap with Izuku’s sleeping bagged feet in his lap. 

“Hey, don’t complain,”Uraraka whispered so she didn’t wake Todoroki,”You chose to stay as Rain for that long, you get consequences.”

Izuku didn’t dignify that with a response, only curling up further to press his face into the soft couch cushions. Uraraka snorted. They’d been able to have lunch in the teachers lounge because Izuku and Todoroki almost passed out when they unfused. Well, Izuku more so than Todoroki, but still. Aizawa had all but shoved them into the lounge for a nap.

Uraraka, Shinsou and Denki came with their lunches and sat around the couch, quietly eating while the two slept. Todoroki seemed to wake up perfectly fine halfway through lunch, if not a bit sleepy, but didn’t move from the couch as Shinsou passed him his lunch. Much to their amusement, Todoroki ate his bento with most of Izuku’s legs in his lap. 

Eventually, Izuku stirred from slumber towards the end of lunch with a loud stomach growl. Sleepily he reached a hand out of the bright yellow sleeping bag and made grabby hands at Todoroki. While the others were snickering, Todoroki picked up a roll of sushi with his chopsticks and placed it gently in Izuku’s hand. It was then unceremoniously and sleepily shoved into Izuku’s mouth with a pleased hum.

“Is he still asleep?” Denki whispered, prompting Uraraka to spit out some of the water she was drinking in a burst of laughter. 

“Oh my god what if he’s sleep-eating?” Uraraka laughed. Shinsou looked contemplative, passing Todoroki Izuku’s lunch box as well and Todoroki had just continued eating. “Will he wake up?”

“How long does he usually sleep?” Denki asked. Izuku’s sleepy hand came back out to make gestures at Todoroki, sending them all in a fit of poorly concealed quiet laughter. This time, Todoroki opened Izuku’s lunch and with his chopsticks, passed over a piece of chicken katsu to place in Izuku’s waiting hand. That too, was shoved into Izuku’s mouth with sleepy bites and a hum of content. 

“So cute,”Denki complained. “But yeah, how long does he usually sleep for after using his quirk?”

“I dunno,”Uraraka shrugged. “Guess it depends on how much energy he used up. Usually when we trained it was later in the day so he could go to bed early and wake up in the morning fine.”

“Aizawa said if he needs more rest he can stay and skip english,”Shinsou reminded them. “After that, he’s on his own.”

“What? I’m sure Aizawa would let him sit out on other stuff- maybe even the whole day?”Denki thought aloud. 

“I doubt it,”Uraraka snorted,”Plus we have hero training today. Izuku wouldn’t want to miss that.”

“Isn’t All Might teaching that?” Shinsou asked, watching Izuku make another grab for food. 

Denki perked up,”Yeah! All Might’s the new heroics teacher, isn’t it cool?! I can’t believe the number one hero is gonna be teaching us. He’s probably really good at it, I bet he has lots of experience with training younger heroes, you know?”

“I dunno, he seems kind of.. dumb,”Shinsou grimaced, not finding a better word for it. 

“Head empty,”Todoroki added sagely from the couch, and Denki clapped his hands together in quiet applause. 

“I’m so glad I taught you memes,”Denki said, wiping a fake tear,”That was perfect.”

Shinsou made a face, looking over and seeing Todoroki oddly proud of whatever that was. “Alright but yeah, All Might isn’t the most proactive hero when it comes to public speaking or advocating for right or anything. I don’t think he’ll be that great of a teacher,”Shinsou drawled. 

“What? But he’s number one! Surely they wouldn’t let him teach a bunch of kids if he wasn’t good at it?” Denki asked. 

“We’ll just have to wait and see,”Uraraka shrugged nonchalantly, but inside she was thinking over what she’d heard from Izuku about All Might. Even thoughts during the times they’d fused were… complicated. She wondered if Izuku would tell her about it if she asked. 

“Wanna make a bet?” Shinsou smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I bet you a dollar All Might sucks as a teacher.”

“You’re on! I bet he’s amazing,”Denki sniffed indignantly. He turned to Todoroki and Uraraka. What about you guys?”

“I think I’m on your side Denks,”Uraraka laughed. Despite what she felt from Izuku, it mostly came across as hero worship. Its not like Izuku had ever met All Might in person, right? 

“Shinsou,”Todoroki added dryly. He didn’t have faith in any high ranked hero. All Might included. 

  Denki hummed. “Guess we’ll have to ask Izuku when he wakes up what side he’s on.”

“Damn,”Denki muttered softly, with feeling, as the class watched All Might fumble to answer the class’s barrage of questions and then pull out a stack of notecards. “You were right.”

Denki could feel Shinsou’s smug smile from under his purple face mask. “Pay up,”Shinsou said mercilessly, taking the dollar Denki pulled out of his pocket. 

“Is this about the bet?” Todoroki asked, inching closer. “I think Shinsou and I won.”

“What bet?”Izuku asked, watching Uraraka huff and pay Todoroki a dollar. “Why are you guys keeping money in your hero suits?”

They turned to Izuku with varied expressions. “You don’t carry money in your hero suit?” Shinsou asked with a raised brow.

“Uh… no?”Izuku said, looking worried. “Should I? Why? How much do I need to have??”

Uraraka snorted. “Nah you’re fine. Maybe enough for a lunch or bus ride just in case you get stranded somewhere, or need to buy something for a pedestrian? You’re fine right now though.”

“Yeah, Uraraka and I just lost a bet,”Denki sighed dramatically. 

Izuku tilted his head in a way that reminded Shinsou of a puppy. “What did you guys bet on?” 

“If All Might was gonna be a good teacher or not,”Todoroki said. “He’s not.”

Izuku let out a mix between a laugh and a snort that made Denki’s heart flutter. “Man,  woulda won then too. He’s kinda…”

“Dumb?” Shinsou added mercilessly, and he heard laughter from behind him from the purple haired girl. 

“Head empty,”Todoroki nodded, and Denki gave him a high five. 

“Yeah,”Izuku smiled, then frowned. “I met him before. It didn’t go so well.”

“What?!”Denki almost shouted, then quieted when he realized the class had turned their attention to him. When the class turned away he tried again, quieter this time. “What? How did you meet him??”

“Ah, he saved me from a villain,”Midoriya said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“How’d that turn into a bad experience?” Denki asked, confused. 

“What, did he tell you you couldn’t be a hero or something?” Shinsou joked, but Izuku just glanced at his feet. “Wait what? Why-”

“I was uh, quirkless at the time,”Izuku muttered, and the other three took a breath of realization. 

“Well if I knew that before I woulda won the bet,”Denki grumbled, and Izuku snorted. “I mean, it’s fine. It was a while ago,”Izuku reassured. Uraraka’s eyes narrowed. 

“How long ago?” Uraraka asked. 

“Uh, end of junior high?” Izuku responded, and the rest of them winced. Except Todoroki, he was busy glaring at the number one hero. He wasn’t surprised the man was quirkist. Shouto had a theory that all high ranking heroes and high class people were. 

Shinsou nudged Uraraka and Denki playfully,”Hey, want to play pranks on him?” 

“Play pranks on All Might?” Denki exclaimed, while Uraraka responded with a resounding Hell yes. 

“I agree,”Todoroki nodded, and Izuku looked on at his scheming friends in awe and a bit of fear. 

“Alright, we can come up with ideas later, but for now just be as uncooperative as possible,”Shinsou instructed, and they all nodded in agreement. Even Izuku, who did indeed want to get back at All Might a bit while supporting his friends interests. 

“Any questions?” All Might asked at the end of his speech. He pointed dramatically to Iida, whose hand was raised. “You there!”

“Why are we being partnered randomly, wouldn’t it be better to work with someone who is compatible to our quirks?” Iida asked, and Izuku had to restrain himself from piping up with the answer. He was pretty sure All Might had a different one anyway. 

“Yes! You will all need to work with a variety of heroes when you graduate, not all of them will work well with your own quirk, but adapting to the challenge is what makes a hero!” All Might exclaimed, then pointed to Shinsou. “What is your question?”

“How come we’re not learning the basics of fighting instead of jumping straight to battle trials?” Shinsou drawled. 

“Because I’ll need to see what level you all are at before anything can be improved upon!” All Might responded. 

“Is this something Aizawa-sensei signed off on?” Jirou piped up. “Cuz when I asked him he said today would be quirkless fighting.”

“Haha,”All Might laughed nervously,”There was a change of plans! Besides, battle trials are a better way to gauge your skillset!”

“What if our costumes don’t fit? Aizawa-sensei said you were going to help us get them modified if there were any problems?” Uraraka chimed in. 

“Well- Anyone who can’t participate with their costume can sit out for now,”All Might stammered, before turning away,”Right! First up is group C as the heroes versus group A as the villains!” 

Izuku and Shinsou exchanged glances. It was them as heroes against Mina and Iida as villains. Ignoring All Might sputtering around the students and herding them into the viewing box, Shinsou and Izuku got together for planning. 

“Are you okay with fusing with me?” Izuku asked earnestly, and Shinsou hesitated. Not missing a beat, he added,”That’s fine. I think All Might would hate to see me win quirkless anyway,”He said wryly. 

Shinsou let out a breath. “Right. Yeah, any plans?”

“A few,”Izuku grinned. 

Iida was excited. Sure he was playing a villain, which wasn’t ideal, but for the sake of the exercise he could act. His brother had taught him a bit about acting when he’d signed him up for a play once. Except, he knew Shinou was his opponent, and that meant he couldn’t speak. He wasn’t sure if Shinsou required a response or just any sound, but Iida wasn’t going to risk it. 

Not long after the exercise started, he heard Mina through the comms. “I hear them! I’m going in for attack,”She said excitedly, and Iida confirmed with the plan. He would stay and guard the bomb while she attacked. It was the perfect plan. 

However, when he didn’t hear back from Mina after a few minutes, he started to worry. Soon after, there were footsteps in the hall leading up to the bomb room where he was guarding. Much to his surprise, Shinsou strolled nonchalantly into view. His costume was a lot like Aizawa-Sensei’s, but purple and black. He didn’t have a scarf, but had a mask covering his nose and mouth and a hooded cape. 

“Where’s Mina?”Iida blurted out before he could stop himself. Shinsou just laughed. 

“Izuku’s taking care of her,”Shinsou said, jerking his thumb back down the hall. “Do you surrender?”

Iida kept quiet, knowing that if he responded the exercise was over. He couldn’t afford to get caught now that Mina was down. They’d both lose. Shinsou only tilted his head before removing his mask, revealing a chilling smile. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to respond to lose. I was only the distraction.” 

Adrenaline shot down Iida’s spine at those words, and he panicked, whipping around to face the bomb. Much to Iida’s dismay, Izuku was grinning right back at him, hand on the bomb right next to an open window. “Checkmate,”Izuku called, and Iida fought back a smile. 

“The hero team wins!” All Might called over the speakers. Iida marched towards Shinsou as Izuku followed, and Mina came running into the room a minute later. 

“Your strategy was admirable! Your execution was outstanding,” Iida called, chopping his hand down as Shinsou’s face went red. 

“It was Izuku’s plan,”Shinsou mumbled, but was bowled over by Mina’s hug. 

“That was awesome! Seriously, memes? That’s how you got me?” Mina moaned. “I bet Denki is laughing his ass off in the viewing room,”She pouted, making Shinsou and Izuku snort. 

“Did you see his costume?” Izuku chimed in, apparently eager to show off Shinsou’s design, much to Shinsou’s surprise. 

“Hell yeah! Dude, it’s badass!”Mina exclaimed as they walked back out of the building. “Purple is a hard color to pull off, but damn, you do it well.”

“Your costume is very stealthy as well, Midoriya!”Iida complimented, and Izuku shot him a smile. It was a bit more brightly colored than Aizawa’s but still had a plain greenish blue design surrounded by mostly black and bits of red. 

“Thanks! It’s a bit plain, but that’s cause when I fuse with people their costumes get mixed into mine. Uraraka said it could look really bad if theres too many colors to mix.”Izuku rambled, and Iida could understand that. He absently wondered what Izuku and he would look like fused. 

“Why did you guys not use Izuku’s quirk?” Mina asked, and Shinsou stiffened. 

“No time to figure out a new fusion quirk, and sides’ we already had a good plan,”Izuku shrugged, and Shinsou sent him a grateful smile. 

“It is true, you did not need to go to such lengths to defeat us,”Iida said, morosely. 

“Hey, it’s just practice, that’s what makes it a learning experience,”Mina said cheerily. “Sure, I’m bummed we lost, but that just motivates me to kick their asses next time,”She said, shooting Shinsou a deadly grin, which he raised a not intimidated eyebrow at. 

“You can try,”Shinsou snorted. 

PART NINE COMING SOON

[minorfamilysupremacy]

Not an ask I just want to thank you because like most of us, I am also a grown adult who often can't keep updated on most things and honestly hearing that Bible is acting childish ..kinda makes sense and also I too am pissed off and over BOC

this post is for the handful of anons in my inbox and also @claudiasharon, who wanted to know what the fuck is going on:

while you're most assuredly welcome, i want to be clear that whenever i post about this shit, i am not enjoying the callout aspect of it. callout posts got us into the original mess and as a general rule, i loathe them. i'm just a hurt and furious former stan who got taken for a ride by several shitheads, and bible scrambling to revise history like we all got collective amnesia or are too fucking stupid to remember things that happened all of two years ago makes me even angrier.

his most recent claim, in an interview that hasn't been released yet -- only the promo is out -- is this (subtitles are in the promo, not fan-translated):

yes, everyone, as usual, bible is the true victim, and fucking pond even moreso, despite the fact that BOC has since produced a reality show, a movie, and two television shows (as well as one they made and then just never released, i guess? sorry wuju), and bible himself had 50 engagements the year build's career went to hell. it's a wonder he can do the interview with the boss' boot shoved so far down his throat, in all honesty.

he is also making up sob stories, complete with crocodile tears, about growing up poor (he grew up rich and went to an international school) and almost failing at his dream and letting the family down (he admittedly struggled with acting, but was a working model and studying engineering, an extremely lucrative field, so it's not like the family would have starved without KP).

it is insane how obtuse, callous, and audacious this fucking shit is. first off, we have eyes. we saw your fucking interviews and your quotes and the parasocial dweebs on twitter probably have your five-year record of bowel movements timed to the second. (of course, my information is coming from parasocial dweebs on twitter, so.) secondly, what the literal fuck is wrong with you? are you really looking at the guy who got his career destroyed, almost driven to suicide, had years' worth of dirty laundry leaked at a deliberately-slow trickle to instill maximum damage, and going, 'well, actually, pond and i had it worse :('

pond chose to sit and wring his hands uselessly over a situation he could have prevented in the first place had he banned sucking and fucking between coworkers at the outset. you continue to flap your jaws ceaselessly and try to rewrite history -- 'nuh uh! i NEVER cared about build!' -- like the internet isn't forever and a whole hell of a lot of people can't pull receipts at the drop of a hat. you are an unprofessional, mean-spirited, heartless, dishonest, unbelievably noxious cunt masquerading as a human being. you continue baiting the bear that is social media and then whining when the bear takes your arm off. both of you SHUT THE FUCK UP about build. SHUT THE FUCK UP. he is out of your lives. he is doing nothing to you. he has not mentioned your fucking name once since he apologized for the last set of leaks, while you have been spiraling into the image of a middle-aged dad who's been divorced since 2013 but still can't get over how his bitch ex-wife wronged him.

and even without build in the picture, you come off like a spoiled little brat. when your heinous show finished (and thank god it has), the first thing you did was run to social media to bitch about the ending and how much you hated it. couldn't even be professional for five fucking minutes, huh? you think you're some kind of golden god because you're the boss' current fave and you're sleeping with his niece on the DL? (by the way, homie, your subterfuge with that one is about as well-kept a secret as harvey weinstein was. we all know you're fucking and have been for ages.)

newsflash, shitbag! pond cares about you inasmuch as you're of utility to him! as long as you behave yourself and playact as his personal propaganda machine, then you're fine, but do you really think that the second he so much as sniffs a hint of liability on you that he won't drop you like a hot potato? i, for one, fucking hope he does and soon, because watching someone who was once heralded as one of the brightest new talents in BL prostitute themselves for the whims of a greedy, lying narcissist and torch mountains of international goodwill in favor of making a career as a professional victim makes my stomach turn. if you ever take a mike's hard look at yourself and realize what a chump you've been played for, i hope it fucking hurts you like watching you play us for chumps for so long did to us as a fanbase. but i sincerely doubt you will ever wise up, because isn't it more lucrative and convenient to be a soulless ghoul and not have to take accountability for being an asshole?

eat shit, dude. i hope when the ship finally goes down and pond's tied you to the mast, that it was all worth it.

[inbeautifulruins]

In a nightly "No one asked but Myllie is in her feels" this is why I keep saying " I wanna open up to shipping outside of my circle but then shut down quick " . Gonna keep it short and sweet because if I dived into details...

Yeah I know some things I gotta get over but here we are. Maybe this time I won't delete a post like this.

Offering one ship with someone, but then that person who claims they don't force ships starts sending me asks labeling her character as the girlfriend to my character when it was never discussed on that character. It was discussed on A character, but just assuming she's now the girlfriend of all my characters without discussion? Let's not.

Not even shipping with someone yet, and they're out of the blue without asking me first sending me topless gifs of their muse to "tempt" mine.To say I was uncomfortable is an understatement. ( and if you think it was kfad, you're right. If you know what those initials mean...you're entitled to compensation. )

Telling someone I don't ship a particular muse in a f/f relationship because I do not see that muse as being into women only to have them start posting passive aggressive posts about it. I'm sorry, I don't want to be a replacement for a ship you lost on a muse who I don't see being into the same gender ? This is why I only ship same sex with close friends.

Having people try to corner my muse into an uncomfortable ship when their character just magically turned 18 and my muse is well in his 40's. And was his therapist. Ah, OUAT fandom...please fucking change. I know even though you're quiet, you haven't.

Trying to force my muse to be sexual when I made note they were asexual and weren't really into it, but they could 'fix them'. As an asexual myself I'm fking offended and I hated everything about that.

And the biggest one that's happened, without going into all the deets, I was emotionally, mentally and verbally abused and almost cut off from all of my friends for almost two years, even suicide baited by the person any time I shipped with anyone else. And yeah, it all started OVER A SHIP.

I know I don't need to explain myself, and I know I have repeatedly but then I delete the post because I'm a coward and think "oh this is going to get back to that person" but honestly ? I don't give any fucks anymore. I love interactions and exploring dynamics and shit but I am terrified a lot of the time to leave my bubble of friends because of this shit.

Yeah I know therapy would also benefit me but in this economy? I'll just watch Bridgerton.

[the-royal-petals]

I would like to introduce you all to my clone OC squad, the 380th!

I hope you like them!

This is going go be a long post so please bare with me! I would appreciate it if you looked through everything 💕

Trigger warnings -Mention of suicide attempts [ Mentioned in Bob's section and Kirk's section ]

Click on the clones' names to see more pictures of them :D

A 💜 emoji means next to their name means they have a post about them

Who are the 380th?

The 380th is a subdivision of the 212th legion, led by General Kenobi and Marshal Commander Cody. Although Kenobi holds the rank of General, the day-to-day operations are primarily overseen by Commander Cody, ARC Commander Bob, and Captain Tim. The legion is referred to as 'The Ravens' as a tribute to their Mandalorian comrade, Paxel Tassia, who joined their ranks. This nickname serves to assist Paxel in coming to terms with her past and embracing her new path. Known for their lively interactions and knack for accomplishing tasks in the most chaotic manner imaginable, the group shares similarities with the renowned 501st.

In order to prevent further mayhem, the Jedi Council has placed restrictions on the 380th's collaboration with the 501st. The Council fears that the combination of these two units' unruliness would only perpetuate the chaos, a concern amplified by ARC Trooper Fives and Hardcase; this was also argued by Anakin, who was immediately shut down after the argument was made about him trying to recruit Captain Tim three months ago.

The colours of the 380th is primarily consisting of, Yellow/Orange, Pink/Purple, White and Grey. The clones based their colours of Commander Cody and their Mandalorian friend who was known for her bright pink armour, combined, they created a unique design which would make them recognisable among the clones who had a single colour scheme. The White and Grey were additional colours added by Clone Sergeant Silver who had made the changes overnight, but not wanting to remove the grey from the armour, the 380th kept it.

Oh also, the 380th fucking love watermelon. If you want to befriend them, give them watermelon. Like seriously, they go feral for that shit. It’s gotten so bad that Cody has to avoid planets that have that fucking fruit and even lure them to other places with watermelon as said bait.

The clones of the 380th

You all know who Cody is so lets kick it off!

💜 ARC Commander Bob - CC 80085-1

As much as Cody hates to admit it, Bob is the official 2nd-in-Command whenever Obi-Wan isn’t around. He is the most playful one out of the 380th, often seen as energetic and selfless. Bob is always willing to greet and hug new people, sometimes without warning.

He enrolled in the ARC Trooper program a year before Fives and Echo, which enabled him to be their ARC Commander when they first joined. Some suspect that’s where the two troopers got their chaotic nature from. Despite his chaos, he is a good leader who cares for his troops, always giving them something to smile about when times get tough.

When he was a cadet, he was teased for his CT designation number, being called ‘Boobs’ constantly, and while at first it annoyed him, over time he grew to accept the nickname, soon finding the fun in it.  He sees Cody as a strong and capable leader, looking up to him in many ways.  Despite their differences, they are great friends and often annoy each other with simple jokes and pranks. 

There was one time he was asked to deliver some information to the clone base on Coruscant. Cody had conveniently forgotten to tell Bob about the change of location, so he sent him on a massive errand run, lasting a good few hours before he found the base. Needless to say he doesn’t run errands for Cody anymore.

He is insanely protective of his brothers and anybody he considers as a close friend, going as far as putting himself in danger to protect the ones he loves. Whenever anybody is feeling down or needs any support, he is the first one to their side and will not leave them until their mood improves. This was the case when Cherry was murdered by a Jedi and Chase was listed as a fugitive, but also during the time when Kirk struggled with his mental health and attempted suicide. He gave him the proper support and assisted in Kirk’s healing from the experience.  

Captain Tim - CT-84923

Unlike other captains in the GAR, Tim is seen as a stern and strict leader, following the footsteps and influence of Marshall Commander Cody He is one of the most resourceful clones in the 380th; only when a plan goes to shit. He is usually seen as sarcastic and serious, having the mentality that things must be done exactly as ordered.  But despite the orders, he usually ends up following the lead of his men—much to his dismay.

He is insanely protective over the 380th. He can and will bully his brothers for fun, but the moment someone else lays a hand on them, he will be the first one to stand up for them. Tim is the embodiment of the “organised chaos;” he is the organised and his brothers are the chaos.  Whenever something goes wrong, he will take the blame for it in hopes it’ll extend time to fix the problem.

Tim understands his men and their strengths and uses them to the best as his ability on missions. Like Bits, he is analytic and quick on his feet, able to compromise when he can. Tim is also close friends with Rex, Wolffe, Cody and Fox, wanting to be as good as a leader to them; and he may have taken a few pointers from Rex on how to deal with chaotic clones.

Whenever he is off duty, he is catching up on work or taking some alone time so he can regroup and gather his thoughts. He is a firm believer in getting a problem resolved as soon as possible rather than letting it fester and get worse.

Clone Medic Kirk - CT - 44431

Kirk, the dedicated medic of the 380th, possesses not only his invaluable medical skills but also a talent for photography. Amongst the clones, he is known as the "War Photographer," assigned by the Jedi to capture crucial media pictures and document significant incidents on the battlefield. This is also so they could prevent future incidents. While most of Kirk's photographs focus on the less graphic aspects of war, there are some that depict the harsh reality that is not suitable for the faint of heart.

These photos also require him to capture haunting images of fallen comrades. The photos take a toll on Kirk's emotional well-being, often leaving him feeling helpless and burdened by the memories they evoke.

In an attempt to shield his fellow clones from the distressing imagery, Kirk  keeps the photographs locked away in a drawer, preventing others from stumbling upon them. Once the mandated time frame for retention expires, he burns them, allowing the painful memories to be released and moving towards healing.

While Kirk maintains a certain emotional distance from others to protect himself from attachment, he consistently watches over and supports his brothers. He constantly reminds them to look after each other and cherish what they have. Despite Kirk's attempts to keep a low profile, Bob, Cody and Chase support him with whatever they can, noticing Kirk's emotional distance. 

Kirk's selflessness is well known among the 380th, as he consistently places the needs of others above his own. He is always ready to provide whatever care there is necessary. While he has close friends with Chase, he is close friends with Commander Cody and with the 501st medic, Kix.

Kirk also has symbols on his armour. The red insignia and the semicolon in mando’a. The semicolon is a symbol of mental health and not giving up, but also a symbolism for those who have attempted suicide in the past; Kirk being one of them. Kirk put it on his armour to encourage himself to never give up hope, but also to keep going through his struggles of mental health. He hopes this inspires others to do the same. 

After his incident, Kirk had to be pulled out of service for a month until he gained control over his mental health and evaluated until he was fit for duty again.During this process he had Cody, Bob, Irony, Obi-Wan and Chase by his side. Now he is encouraging and supporting other clones who need the help.

ARC Trooper Chase - CT-54323

ARC Trooper Chase is the most serious and disciplined of the 380th squad.  He respects Commander Fox and Wolffe, embodying a strong sense of duty, he follows orders without hesitation. Chase's no-nonsense attitude can sometimes lead to irritation when his fellow clones deviate from established protocols. However, beneath his stoic exterior, he harbours a profound love and loyalty for his brothers.

He can be seen as the most protective clone in the 380th, more than Kirk or Tim. Chase is extremely distrusting of Jedi due to an incident that occured many years ago where an ex-ARC Trooper, Cherry, was killed by the hands of a Jedi master, being depicted as traitorous and a fugitive to the republic. 

Chase knew that these allegations were false, knowing his brother was framed and in the process of investigating, he too was depicted as a traitor; because of this, he lost trust in the Jedi and the people who were supposed to be protecting them. During those investigations, two Jedi came forward, Plo Koon and Obi-Wan Kenobi, who believed Chase and helped  clear his name from the charges.

However, despite everything, he is still seen as untrustworthy and unreliable. Only his brothers see him for who he truly is. (Along with Plo and Obi-Wan.) Since then, Chase has been insanely protective over his brothers, not allowing new people to linger too long near them. It takes him a while to get to trust people; but once you gain his trust, he will fight for you.  Irony was also another member in the 380th who helped to find out the truth behind the incident. It was soon revealed that Pong Krell was behind the attack and the killing of Cherry.

Lieutenant Silver - CT- 51723

Out of the 380th, Silver is the collector and the most child-like. He has a massive interest in anything metallic and shiny, with exceptions to some other things. He is awfully cuddly whenever he finds a new friend and is always willing to trade with anybody for trinkets; in return  he gives out rations or even any supplies he finds on his travels. Silver is intelligent, strong, and loves working with other people. While he can be rather childish at times, he is a loyal and reliable member. Whenever he trusts somebody enough, he will make them a small keychain with their name on it and maybe with a gem or something else that reminds him of that person. To get one of these is an honour in his world. 

Every member of the 380th has one and to get one means you are an official member and have passed the test. Despite his nature, he is resourceful and intelligent. Some people may see his trinkets as a mess or an interference on missions, but on multiple occasions, he has used them as a weapon (handed over to Bits) or included in explosives to help get rid of the enemy. He’s one of the best at improvising.

Silver is also someone who helps design and improve the armour with modifications and even assist in repairs with Meddel whenever he can. If the worst comes to worst, he will help be the back-up mechanic, though that is something Meddel wishes to never happen.

 Lieutenant Bits - CT-81754

Whenever he’s not on a high-risk mission, he is always trying to find things to blow up, even if there is no need to. Bits is the bane of Tim’s existence and if Silver’s constant hunt for shiny stuff isn’t the thing that gives him a migraine that day, it’s Bits. He is constantly on the move and leaving things about—if he’s not sorting out their arsenal, he’s studying separatist buildings, if he’s not doing that, he’s helping to create new weapons. 

He is seen to be the most chaotic out of the group. He is always coming up with new ways to better their strategies and much to Tim’s dismay is essential to the 380th’s success. Whenever possible, he’s giving people the chance to blow things up with him. 

Bits absolutely loves food. He is also one of the only people in the 380th who can actually cook something edible and prevent them from living on watermelon for the rest of their lives.

Sergeant Irony - 69423

Known for getting into Ironic situations, Irony is the pilot of the 380th. He is loyal, kind and has a massive love for ducks. He has the ability to be quick on his feet, and the ability to use humour to diffuse tense and difficult situations. Irony is one of the more relaxed people in the 380th, willing to crack a joke about how ironic something is and see things for how they really are. 

He is a realistic sort of thinker and doesn’t really like to have things sugarcoasted. Whenever there is a problem, he doesn’t stop at anything until he finds out the truth, even if it means going against orders to find it. (An example of this was when Cherry was framed for being a fugitive, soon being killed by a Jedi, did he assist in exposing the truth. It’s because of him that it prevented Chase from being executed or court martialled.) This sort of thinking has gotten him into a lot of trouble over the years, but it has always been for the greater good. He has a fear of heights, which earned him the “Irony” nickname by Meddel. They are close friends and grew up together in the cadets program.

Meddel was the one who encouraged him to become a pilot in the first place. Irony is a person who searches for any kind of adrenaline, doing whatever it takes to find the joys in life.

He is the original creator of the codenames: “Mother Duck” and “Duckling.”  Much to the dismay of the 380th, he is the creator of other code names and nobody can really argue with it.

Corporal Beetle - 833713

Beetle is known to be the hermit of the 380th, known for his introverted and ‘dark light’ seeking nature. He’s very stealthy and good at sneaking around even if he doesn’t mean to. Many clones have reported him ‘teleporting’ because they didn’t see him move. 

He is a very reserved and cuddly individual who takes an interest in anything bright and colourful, which is why he’s close friends with Bits. You can usually find him hiding under the table or in a dark place with his datapad in hand. Bits is good at problem solving and has a good knowledge of computer and security systems. He’s the go-to whenever they need someone to sneak into place. 

It takes a while for Beetle to get to know somebody, but once he’s comfortable you can find him sleeping on Bits, Bob or even Cody. Whenever he’s not doing anything, he is usually sleeping. He’s known for creating drawing ideas for Silver and even handing him unique shiny things. 

Whenever he is not cuddling someone, you can usually find him alone watching people. Beetle is also very aware of his surroundings and is able to understand people’s moods before everyone else. He’s insanely good at reading people’s body language.

Corporal Meddel - CT-84324

Meddel is the engineer of the 380th and the backup pilot for Irony. He is meticulous and has a good attention to detail, being someone who has pride in his word and one of the most important members within the team. Whenever he is not flying ships or is in meetings, he is making sure the gear, weapons and machines are working and up to standard.

Whenever they get inspections, he is the first person to check over everybody before the Jedi enter the barracks. Despite being an introvert, he is good at teamwork and collaborating with his fellow clones, especially Silver and Irony. 

Meddel is always giving Silver his tools to use whenever he wants to make things, but other times he finds his tools going missing. Despite that, Meddel is very protective over his stuff and will go feral whenever people move something he had put into place.

Usually, he is found lingering around the hangar or flying with Irony in the sky. His favourite ship is the x-wing and has been trying to get one painted the colour of his armour, but Cody keeps declining. He also really fucking likes watermelon. He will do anything to get that shit. Not to mention, he was the person who got the 380th into that fucking fruit. It has gotten so bad that Cody has to check in advance that the planet they go to does not have any watermelon on it. 

Who do you like the most?

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Love Sick / (yandere) Mickey Altieri X OC (Parts 5-END)

***TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains themes that some may find offensive/triggering, such as alcohol and drug use, physical and sexual assault, death, self harm, suicide, violence and gore. Read at your own risk.***

Act V

As I enter the dorm and make my way up to my room I pull my keys out of my pocket, it was a lot later than I expected.

I try to be as quiet as possible as to not wake my roommate.

I slowly slide into the room, gently closing and locking the door behind me. I round the small corner to go to the bathroom and...

*CRASH*

I get hit in the face with a blunt glass object that shatters in my face. I fall onto my hands and knees and blood rushes down from my forehead into my eye.

"What the hell!?" I scream.

I look up, my roommate stands above me with with the neck of a broken vase in her hand.

She looks rough. Her makeup ran down her face and he hair is disscheveled. She was shivering like a chihuahua.

"I'm sorry! I panicked!"

"Why are you so on edge?" I ask as I pick myself up off of the floor, using the wall as support. My head was spinning.

"I got a call, Lila!" Tears began to stream down her face. "From the killer!"

"Isn't he in jail?" I use the sleeve of my shirt to wipe the blood from my eye. "He probably just called you from there to mess with you."

"You don't know that!" She grabs onto both of my arms, shaking me violently. "What if he isn't the real killer!? What if there's more than one like before!?"

Her shaking makes me sick, I push her away with my free arm.

"You'll be alright. Now go to bed." I groan.

"Only if you stay with me. Don't leave my side, okay!?" She begs.

I nod and she hesitantly crawls under the covers, not even bothering to change.

I grab a pair of pj's from my drawer and get dressed in the bathroom. I check myself in the mirror, I had a deep slit through my eyebrow.

I use a damp facecloth to clean my face and cover the wound in a large knee-sized bandaid. Then crawl into bed.

I struggle to sleep that night, listening to the mournful whimpers of my roommate as she cries in fear.

***

I miss most of my classes, I ended up sleeping in.

Once I did get up I made my way straight to the nurses office, my wound had bled through my bandaid and stained my pillow case.

My roommate had planned to tag along with me but fortunately i had convinced her that the killer wouldn't attack her in a crowd. We know from the murder at the Stab screening that was not true, but she took the bait anyway.

I flinched as the nurse squeezed my wound together with glue.

"I'm going to need to give you a couple of stitches... because it's right on the brow bone the glue probably won't be enough."

She pulls out a sterile needle and thread and I resist the urge to pull away as she sews my wound shut.

"Youre good to go." She wipes it clean with an alcohol swab.

"Thanks..." I sigh and make my way to the next class. I really didn't feel like it. My head still throbbed.

"Hey, Lila! Where've you been?" Randy waves as him and the others run up to me in the hallway.

"Woah, are you alright?" Derek asks, referring to the stitches in my eyebrow.

"No, I got ambushed by my roommate last night." I grumble. "She got a call from 'the killer' and now she's losing her shit."

"What?" Sidney blinks. "She's being targeted? I thought he was in jail?"

"I don't know... I really don't want to think about it right now, I've got a lot going on in my head." I push my hair infront of my wound, trying to hide it.

"I think it looks badass." Randy grins. "You look like a super villan."

"Thanks." I say with obvious sarcasm.

We all walk to class together, sitting in our respective seats.

As the teacher gets his papers prepaired I feel a pencil poke my shoulder blade.

I turn my head, it's Mickey. I haven't spoken to him since last night.

He uses his pencil to poke his eyebrow, asking what had happening without saying any words.

The teacher speaks and I look back toward the front of the class, I really didn't feel like talking to him right now.

Although I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy last night the images I had seen on his camera still play through my mind like a slide show. I couldn't help but feel tension between us.

The teacher goes around collecting our scripts. I notice my roommate pull hers out- she sat in the seat beside me- and I cannot believe my eyes.

It was my script. You know, the one I had lost.

I cannot focus through the class, my heart raced. I had to confront her.

After the bell rings for lunch break I catch her out in the cafeteria, my teeth gritting in frustration.

"You stole my script." I hiss.

"What are you talking about?" She plays dumb.

"The script that I spent hours writing. The one that I thought I had lost." I growl. "How dare you!"

"You passed in another script, so what's the big deal?" She puts her hands on her hips.

"The big deal is I poured my heart and soul into it!" I raise my voice. "And you're going to get the credit for it."

She looks unphased by my anger which just frustrates me more.

"I hope the killer does get you!" I spat. "You deserve it you fucking bimbo!"

At this point everybodies eyes are on us. I hadn't realized how heated I had actually gotten.

"Get away from me, freak." She backs away, running into the crowd of students.

I was not a freak when she thought she was going to die last night.

My forehead pangs and I rest a hand on it. I need to calm down.

"Everybody mind your own business."   Mickey approaches me, shouting at the crowd. "Go away."

The students start to dissipate and I let out an exhausted sigh.

"She really stole your script?" his face was full of sorrow.

I nod.

He wraps his arms around me as an attempt to comfort me but it just makes me more tense.

"Lila." He says my name in almost a whisper, it sends a shiver down my spine. "I know now is probably not the time... but there's something I want to talk to you about."

"There's something I want to talk to you about too..." I keep my head against his chest, I can't bear to make eye contact right now.

"What is it?" He lets me out of his embrace, still keeping his hands around my arms.

"Y-you go first." A knot forms in my throat and I chicken out.

"I really enjoy spending time with you..." He looks down and smiles. "And I'd like to be more than just friends with you."

My lungs tighten and I lose my breath. I feel light headed.

"I can't... we can't..." I stutter trying to find the right words.

His face immediately falls cold. His expression a mixture of anger and sadness. I've yet to see his eyes look so lifeless.

"What?... why not?" He asks under his breath.

"I don't really want to talk about it right now." I pull away from his grip, I can't bring myself to explain.

I hear him mumble something along the lines of 'I'll make you change your mind.' As I walk away.

I sit at the lunch table with the others in my usual spot. Mickey sits beside me in his as well. I can feel his eyes burning a hole through the side of my head.

"Did you hear the rumors?" Derek asks.

"No, what now?"

"The police checked their call records, there was no call made from the jail to your dorm room."

"So either the person who called wasn't actually the killer, or they arrested the wrong man." Randy chimes in.  "Or there's more than one like last time. Kinda creepy to think, huh?"

"I think you should be careful, Lila." Sidney adds. "It seems like the killer may target you next."

"I'm not afraid of some asshole in a cheap halloween costume." I shake my head.

"You should be." Mickey suddenly speaks up, almost sounding threatening. It catches me off guard.

"She doesn't have to be afraid, the two most important horror movie rules are that the gays and the virgins always survive." Randy teases.

"How many times do I have to say I'm not gay." I groan.

"Buuut... you are a virgin." Randy grins.

I scoop up some mashed potato on my plastic spoon, using it as a catapult. The potato sticks to the side of Randy's face.

"Shut up, dipshit."

He laughs, wiping his cheek clean with his sleeve.

"You never know, that could change in the sequel." Mickey states.

"This isn't a movie, guys." Hallie butts in. "This is real life."

"It could be a movie some day." Mickey grins.

Act VI

The rest of the week went normally. No fights, no deaths, just quiet. I got to spend a lot more time with my friends. It was nice, maybe too nice?

The phone rings in my dorm room and I hesitantly pick it up.

"Hello...?"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" my father shouts into the reciever. I almost have a heart attack.

"Thanks..." I exhale.

"I can't believe my baby girl is growing up so fast." I hear him sniff. "It feels like it was only yesterday I was changing your diapers."

"I know, I know." I roll my eyes. I hate when my dad gets all emotional like this.

"I sent your gift in the mail, hopefully it got there in time. Let me know, okay?"

"I will."

We talk for a few minutes before saying our goodbyes.

I run down to the student center to check my mail box. There were a few slips in it.

I take them to the counter and the lady passes me out an envelope and a large, nicely wrapped box. It was surprisingly light.

As I walk through the hall I can hear random students shout birthday wishes when noticing the large box in my arms.

I just nod my head and smile. I really hate birthdays. None of them are my friends, I know all of their words are hollow.

I go outside and sit on the edge of the water fountain. I'm not one for gifts either, especially opening them infront of people. I never know if my reaction is enough.

The first was a regular brown mailing envelope. It was covered in scribbles, hearts, balloons. It was definatly my father's work.

I tear it open, it's a 'Green Day' band tee. They are my favorite. I will definatly get some good wear out of this.

I unfold the shirt to get a better look at the logo and something falls out onto the ground.

It's a switchblade. I pick it up and flick out the blade. The last time I called my father I was telling him about all of the murders that occurred, he told me how if I really wanted to stay in college I needed to learn to protect myself.

I pick up the other box, using the blade to cut it open, it was really sharp. I click the blade back into place and shove it into my bra.

The other box was filled with a mess of pink fabric. I hate pink... this is definatly from my mother and her creepy husband.

I lay the box on the ground and pull everything out. It's a modest, frilly, knee length dress. Ew. There was also a jewelry box. I open it and there is a necklace inside with a cross pendant and a small Bible. Still trying to shove their religion down my throat I see.

"That's so pretty!" I hear a voice shout. Its Hallie, Sidney walking by her side.

It was definatly her taste.

"Here, take it!" I toss the dress at her and she catches it.

"Seriously?" She blinks in astonishment.

"Yes. I think my soul would leave my body if I wore that much pink."

Sidney laughs, like me she is more fond of darker colors.

They sit on the fountain on either side of me. Hallie hugs into the dress like she has just struck gold.

"I'll have to wear this on my date." She smiles.

"Ooo, you've got a date?" I tease. "Who's the lucky man?"

"Mickey!" She shouts excitedly and my stomach does a back flip.

I want so badly to tell her what I know, but we arnt really the closest. I don't want to overstep any boundaries.

"How long...have you been together?" I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Just since this morning." She flattens out the dress in her lap, running her fingers along the ruffles. "We're going out for dinner, I'm really excited."

"That's good..." I mutter.

"That reminds me!" Sidney interjects. "I was going to ask you if you could meet me later. I'd like to talk."

"Why, is something up?" I shoot her a look of concern.

"No-no. How does 4pm in the theatre classroom sound?"

"Sounds good."

"Perfect." She jumps to her feet and Hallie does as well.

"I have to go get ready, I'll talk to you later." Hallie speaks.

"I'm helping her." Sidney grins and they both run away.

That was odd.

I pull the tshirt my father had given me over the tank top I had been wearing. I take the necklace and Bible and shove them into my pocket. Mom will definatly expect me to be wearing it when we see each other again. As far as the dress goes, I'll just tell her somebody stole it.

I hang around my room most of the day, drawing in my sketchbook and listening to some music.

When 4pm rolls around I rush toward the theatre classroom to meet Sidney. I wonder what she has to say?

When I get there I notice through the window in the door that the lights were off... she did say 4 right?

As I open the door I reach into my top, pulling out my blade. I really don't feel like being ambushed again.

Suddenly the lights flick on and I'm surrounded by loud voices shouting 'Happy Birthday!'.

I almost drop with the fright, everybody's eyes widen- especially Sidney's- who stood only inches away from the blade.

"Hey, put the knife away!" Randy throws his arms into the air. "Youre alright!"

"Im sorry." I sigh, shoving it back into my top. "I just lost an eyebrow and I don't feel like losing another one."

I take a second to examine my surroundings. The classroom was cutely decorated with balloons, streamers, and a home-made banner.

"You didn't have to do all of this for me."

"Of course we did!" Sidney smiles.

"And it gets better!" Randy wraps an arm around my back, leading me to a make-shift table made by pushing a bunch of desks together. Ontop was a cake and a small pile of gifts.

For the first time in a while I feel genuinely happy.

"Cut the cake!" Hallie grins, handing me a knife and some paper plates, she wore that godawful dress.

I slide the knife into the cake, it's vanilla- my favorite. I lay a piece out onto a plate.

"Crumbs! Crumbs! Crumbs!" Derek chants. "What's the name of your crush?"

"Arnt we a little old for that?" I laugh.

"You just don't want to say who it is!"

"No, I don't have one!" I cross my arms.

"I bet he's in this room!" Derek teases.

"It's me, isn't it?" Randy shoots me a cheeky smile and my face becomes flushed.

"Is not."

"Is too."

I take the paper plate in my hand, squishing the piece of cake into Randy's face.

I take my finger and wipe the icing off of his nose, sticking it into my mouth.

"Mmm. Butter cream." I joke and he digs his fist into the cake, shoving a handful into my face.

Derek bursts into laughter and Randy takes the leftover cake in his hand and shoves it into his face. Than Derek takes some and shoves it into Sidney's. We laugh and scream as it becomes a full on cake war.

Once the cake had be fully mutilated the four of us clean ourselves up, tears of laughter rolling down out faces as we scrape the icing off of our hands and faces with paper towels.

"You should open your presents next!"  Hallie suggests, she hadn't participated in the food fight. She's sort of a stick in the mud.

I notice Mickey had his hand wrapped delicately around her waist, he was very quiet through all of this. Was he trying to make me jealous? I shake it off.

"Alright!" I wiggle my fingers. "Which one first?"

The first one I pick up had Sidney and Derek's names on it. It was a collection of tapes for my Walkman with all of my favorite bands. Nirvana, AC/DC, Alice in Chains.

"I love them! How'd you know what I like?"

"We have similar tastes." Sidney chuckles.

I pick up one from Mickey and Hallie and open it. It's a disposeable camera and a small album.

"Now you can take some photos of your college experience and keep them forever." Hallie grins.

"Thats so sweet. Thank you guys!"

"Now mine!" Randy picks up a gift and passes it to me.

It's a copy of 'Halloween' on VHS.

"It's the first horror movie we watched together, remember?" He smiles.

"I do..." I giggle. "I had to stay over the night because you were too scared to sleep alone."

"We don't talk about that."

I notice there was one more gift on the table. That's odd, I've already gotten a gift from everybody.

"Who is this one from?" I point to the large box, beautifully wrapped in metallic paper.

"There's no name on it, but there is a card with your name on it." Sidney picks up the card, opening it to read the inside. She had a bewildered expression on her face.

"What does it say?" I ask curiously.

Sidney reads it aloud.

"Darling. Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in."

The flicker of happiness I had felt turns to stomach sickness.

"That's a quote from 'The Shining'!" Randy points out.

"What's inside?" Derek asks and I hesitate to open it.

I try to pick it up and it's surprisingly heavy. The cardboard is soft, is it wet?

When I raise the box from the table the bottom gives way.

And out rolls a severed head. The head of my roommate.

Her blonde hair was almost completely stained in red, her skull bashed in. Gravity causes her brain matter to spread out onto the desk.

Everybody around me starts to scream and I feel my legs lose their strength.

I want so badly to speak but I've lost my voice. All I can do is run. I leave the room as quickly as my legs can take me, leaving the others behind.

Who... who is doing this to me?

Act VII

I lay in my dorm, staring at the empty bed on the other side of the room. I feel numb.

I remeber how I had shouted at my roommate in the cafeteria, how I had told her I hoped the killer would get her. I can't help but feel somewhat responsible for her death.

As Sidney had said whoever is doing this is targeting me in particular, but I can't understand why. I've never done anything to anybody.

I've kept to myself for the last week or so, quietly going to my classes and avoiding socialization. I thought if I stayed away from everybody, maybe nobody else would get hurt.

I hear a quiet tap at my door. I wrap my pillow around my head, I refuse to answer it.

But they are persistent.

I get up and hesitantly open the door, peeking through a small crack. It's Sidney and Hallie.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"We're here to take you out shopping!" Hallie grins.

"I'd prefer not." I groan.

"You haven't been yourself lately. I think it's time you have some fun." Sidney pushes my door open. "Now get dressed!"

I step back and they barge their way into my room.

"You can't let this person control your life, Lila." Sidney lays a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"You're right..." I clench my fists. "Alright! I'm going to have fun today!"

"That's more like it!" Hallie claps in excitement.

I quickly pull on a tshirt, a pair of overall shorts and some doc martens before heading out the door.

***

I flip through the clothes on the rack. There wasn't much to peak my interest, but I did pick up a couple of pairs of skinny jeans- you can never have too many pairs.

Sidney didn't have much luck either, but somehow Hallie managed to find an armful. Sweaters, skirts, dresses, tops, all in soft pastel colors.

There were two dressing rooms, one was locked.

"You can go first, Hallie."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, you have the most stuff." Sidney agrees. "We'll wait our turn."

"Okay!" She runs excitedly into the booth, locking the door behind her.

"So Lila..." Sidney looks at me with concern. "How are you holding up... like really?"

"I'm alright I guess..." I sigh.

"I've been in similar shoes, you know you can always talk to me right?"

"I know..." I smile. "Thanks Sid."

She wraps an arm around me, pulling me into a side hug.

"Hey, you dressed yet? We wanna see." She shouts to Hallie.

She doesn't answer, but I can hear her shuffling inside of the stall.

I look up at Sidney, she makes me feel so comfortable... so protected. Like a big sister.

"Actually, there is something I need to get off my chest." I speak up.

"What is it?"

Before I am able to speak Sidneys mouth falls agape. I follow her gaze, fresh blood pools out from under the dressing room Hallie was in.

"Hallie! HALLIE!" Sidney screams, banging on the door in a panic. "I can't get in its locked!"

"Move!" I shout and Sidney steps aside from the door.

I get a running start and use my boot to kick in the door like they do in the movies. It works and the door flies open.

Standing there was the Ghostface killer, Hallie's body lay lifeless at his feet. Her body twitched as blood gushed from a slit in her neck.

He steps over her body and Sidney and I share a mortified glance before running for our lives.

"Let's split up!" She calls before running in the opposite direction as me. She looked so determined, she's delt with this on more than one occasion.

I glance over my shoulder, the killer had completely ignored Sidney and kept on my tail.

He gained on me quickly. My lungs burn, I've never realized how unfit I am until this very moment. I should have participated more in gym class.

I've got to lose him. I run past a large display of boxes stacked on a dolly. I run a circle around it before pushing it over in the killers path.

He trips, frantically pushing the boxes out of his way as he stand back up.

I get a bit of a lead and use this opportunity to hide. If I run any longer I'm going to pass out.

I slide in between some clothes on one of the sale racks like children do to hide from their parents.

I see the killers boots walk slowly back and forth infront of the rack.

I cover my mouth, trying desperately to slow my breaths...if anything I would give myself away.

"Liiilllaaa~" I hear his raspy voice and the hair stands up on the back of my neck.

"I just want to see you~ I know you've been avoiding me since your birthday." He continues. "It was what you wanted, wasn't it?"

I already felt terrible enough as it was but he had just confirmed my worst fear. My roommates death was my fault.

I hear his metal blade scrape against the clothes on the rack. Sweat runs down my face.

I squeeze my chest, my heart feels like it is going to burst.

"Am I getting warmer?"

I remeber the blade I still kept in my bra. I quietly remove it, but when I deploy the blade it makes a soft 'click' sound.

"Got you, bitch!"

The killer growls and stabs his knife into the clothing, stabbing just shy of my head. The edge of the blade slices my cheekbone.

I take my switchblade and swiftly force it into his wrist. He drops his weapon and pulls back. I pick up his knife off of the floor and run to the stores exit.

When I get outside I am surrounded by police vehicles. Sidney stands with them.

She runs to me and pulls me into a hug.

"I'm so glad you're alright. I was worried." She sighs in relief.

"I was worried about you too."

***

In the end, the police still didn't catch the killer. The mall was large and they didn't have enough men to search every rack of every store.

Classes had just ended, I go outside for some fresh air and I notice Mickey sitting alone under a tree, fiddling with his camcorder. He looks upset.

I haven't really spoken to him, but I still can't help but feel bad... he was with Hallie after all.

I quietly approach him, sitting next to him in the grass. He feels my presence and looks up from his camera.

"Hey." I smile sheepishly.

"Hey..." His eyes look sad.

"I'm really sorry about Hallie." I rest a hand on his back.

"It's not a big deal..." He mumbles. "I wasn't really attached to her anyway."

"Then what's wrong?" I ask.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" He frowns. "Ever since I confessed to you you've been distant, is there a reason?"

I look down at the camcorder in his hands. How do I say this in a way that doesn't sound terrible?

"It's fucking Randy, isn't it?" He spat, his mood changed so suddenly.

"What?" His bluntness took me off guard.

"You love Randy, don't you? That's why you won't be with me."

"I wouldn't say that..."

"You don't have to." He growls. "I can see it. The way you look at him, it pisses me off."

"That's not it!" I argue.

"Than what? You going to tell me?" He snaps. "Or are you just going to run away and avoid me again?"

"The real reason..." My frustration finally bubbled its way to the surface. I didn't feel like being gentle anymore.

"The real reason is because your a creep!" I hiss.

He looks dumbfounded.

"I'm no idiot, Mickey." I continue. "I saw all of the photos on your camera. I know you've been stalking me!"

"That's a harsh way of putting it." He bites his lip.

"When you see something beautiful, don't you want to capture it too? To immortalize it forever?" He smiles. "I'm creating a legacy. Our legacy."

No matter what way you spin it, it still  made me uneasy.

I get up and turn to walk away but he grabs onto my arm.

"You don't get it do you?" His face darkens.

I try to pull my arm away and his grip tightens. He tugs forcefully on my arm and I fall down on my knees, it actually hurt.

"I dated that obnoxious bitch a whole week to get your attention. You looked at me once." He whispered. "If you had just noticed me... gave me what I wanted... perhaps she would still be alive."

A knot forms in my stomach. I can feel my body start to shake.

Was he...?

I look at his arm that held the camcorder. His wrist was wrapped in a large bandage. The same place I had stabbed...

The killer.

I am paralyzed by fear. What do I do...

I try to scream and he pulls me into a kiss. I pull away but he still has a firm grip on my arm.

He puts a hand on my jaw, running his thumb across my lips.

"Im not ready to get caught yet, so if you scream...or dare to tell anybody..." I can feel his breath on my ear.

"I will kill you and everybody you've ever loved."

Act VIII

I feel his hand run delicately through my hair, his breath on the back of my neck.

Ever since that day we fought under the large oak tree, we've been 'together'. After what I had found out I didnt see a way to refuse his proposal.

He stayed in my dorm room with me- although it was not allowed- he occupied my roommate's empty side of the room.

I took for granted that he would stay there...on that side of the room, but somehow over the last few days he's made his way into my bed.

It was a small bed, not made for two. I slept with my back against his chest.

"You smell so good." He whispers, running his face along the crook in my neck.

"When you stayed in my dorm room that night, when we watched movies together... I can remeber your perfume on my blanket. I slept with it until the scent faded."

I don't know wether to take that as creepy or endearing. At this point I've started to get used to his unusual comments.

I push myself up and crawl over him, my body had started to ache, I couldn't lay down any longer.

I watch as he turns over and stretches. I would be lying if I said he didn't treat me well. Flowers, gifts, random acts of kindness... in any other circumstance it would love every minute of it.

But I knew it was only a farce. He made it quite clear that if I stepped out of line, I would be punished.

What that meant... I was not prepaired to find out.

I step into the shower and put my head down-resting my arms on the wall and letting the hot water run through my hair and down my back.

It was nice. I hadn't realized how tense I was lately, it was a constant thing and my muscles were weary.

I hear the door click and look up. I can see Mickey removing his clothing though the frosted curtain.

I stand up straight and push my wet hair out of my face. I close my eyes and let the water run down my chest.

I hear him push the curtain aside and step in. His fingers move across my shoulder blades, pushing all of my wet hair over my left shoulder.

His lips press against my neck and he gently nibbles at my flesh. I involuntarily shiver and it makes him giggle.

"You know..." He whispers into my ear. "Every good horror movie has a shower scene."

"This could be ours." He moans and I can feel something cold against my back.

The coolness travels up my back, sending a shiver down my spine. I look back over my shoulder, it's... a knife.

My eyes widen and I forget how to breath. He runs the edge of the blade across my skin, it stings as it lightly scratches the surface.

He wraps an arm around my waist, turning me around to face him. I lean against the shower wall as he runs the tip of the blade across my chest.

"M-mickey..." I try to express my discomfort but I struggle to speak.

I try to move and the blade pierces me in my sternum.

"Oops." He grins.

A small stream of blood trickles down my torso. He catches it with his fingers, staring into my eyes as he licks them clean.

It makes my stomach roll.

I hear the quiet ring of the phone in my room. That's my way out.

"I have to go get that."

"Right now?" He sighs.

"Yes. It might be one of my parents."

I quickly jump out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel and running for the phone. I really didn't care who it was.

"Hello?"

"Is this Lila?"

"Yes?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was familiar. It was the same raspy voice of the Ghostface killer... but Mickey was in the shower?

"I'm going to kill you."

"Who is this?" I'm confused.

"I'm the killer... and you will be my next victim."

"Why?"

"Stop asking so many questions. Arnt you afraid?"

"I don't know how to feel anymore. I'm surprised I can feel anything honestly." I groan.

"I'm not your fucking therapist." They snap. "I had plans for Mickey and you've been nothing but a distraction."

Wait so theres two killers? Like last time?

"Unless you're going to help me kill Si-" I cut them off.

"Sorry, somebody's beeping in. I'll pass on the message."

"Don't you dare hang up on me you fucking bit-"

Beep.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Lila!" It's Randy.

"Hey, what's up?" I can't help but smile. His voice is exactly what I need right now.

"You know that copy of halloween I gave you for your birthday? I was wondering if you wanted to watch it together, like old times."

"Sure, I'd love that." I grin and Mickey walks out of the bathroom, I change my facial expression real quick.

"Alright, see you later!"

"Okay, bye!" I hang up.

"Who was it?" Mickey asks, looking through his things for a clean shirt.

"It was Ghostface. I'm going to die next." I shrug.

"Shit, Debbie..." He rubs his face with his palm. "I forgot I owed her a favor."

"So you have a partner?"

"Yes." He raises a brow. "But why did you seem so excited about getting threatened?"

Crap, he noticed.

"I just thought it was funny, thats all."

He gives me a strange look and pulls on some clothing.

"I should go do that today."

He approaches me and gives me a peck on the forehead.

"Next time im going too fast, instead of running away just tell me... alright?"

I nod, technically I didn't lie but for some odd reason I still feel guilty.

***

Randy lays across the bed on his stomach and I sit beside him pretzel style with a bowl of popcorn in my lap.

It gets to the jump-scare where Bob hangs from the doorway and Randy jumps up into a sitting position, knocking the popcorn everywhere. I burst into laughter to the point where my ribs hurt.

There is a knock at the door and he jumps to answer it. I try to shovel the popcorn back into the bowl, catching my breath.

Suddenly Randy reels backward, falling onto the floor... his shirt stained red with blood.

"Police-" is all he can mutter before coughing up a scary amount of blood.

I rush to the phone, attempting to dial 911.

"How dare you!"

I turn to see Mickey in the doorway, in one hand a knife smeared with Randy's blood, the other laid limp at his side- his shoulder peppered with bullet holes.

A voice speaks through the reciever, but all I can do is drop the phone scream in response as I watch Mickey fall onto Randy's body- Violently stabbing him repeatedly in the chest.

Blood splatters everywhere and tears roll down my cheeks. My legs feel weak and I sink down onto the floor, hugging into my knees for support.

The paralyzing fear I feel cannot be put into words as Mickey glares up at me, still straddling Randy's lifeless corpse.

"I've been so good to you and this is how you treat me?" He hissed.

He pushes himself back up to his feet with his good arm.

"This is great... this is fucking great." He hits his head in frustration. I've never seen him so unhinged.

"First I get my arm blown to pieces by Sidney-fucking-Prescot because I killed her stupid boyfriend." He growls. "Who called the police by the way, so I'm fucked."

"Then, when I run back to my girlfriend for some emotional support she's with another man." He rants.

He slowly approaches me and I curl up against the desk, making myself as small as possible.

"But it's alright now. I have a plan." He kneels to my level. "I'm going to blame it all on the Stab movies, my argument will do well in court so I won't have to serve much time."

He points the knife toward me and I flinch.

"Originally I was going to wait for you..." He sighs. "But this just proves that you wouldn't wait for me."

"The thought of you with somebody else while I'm locked up... it makes me sick." He shakes his head.

"Remeber what you said when we were writing your script? The best ending is not a happy one, but one that the audience does not expect."

He slowly pushes the tip of the blade into my chest and I reflexively grab onto it with both of my hands, pushing against him.

"If I can't have you, nobody can." He whispers, a content smile on his face.

I push with all of my strength but the blade sinks deeper and deeper into my ribs. I struggle to breath as it cuts into my lung.

Is this really how it ends?

The Final Act (IX)

I can't die here. I refuse.

I take one of my hands off of the knife and grab Mickey's wounded shoulder, forcing my thumb into one of the bullet holes.

He screams and pulls away, letting go of the knife. I keep my grip on it, tearing it from my chest.

As I remove it I find it harder to breath as the air leaks from my lung. I  wrap an arm around my torso, desperate for it to stop.

"Don't be difficult, Lila." He sighs. "This is what's best."

I point the blade toward him in defense and he holds out his hand for me to pass it over. I think not.

I wave the knife around violently, slashing his outreached wrist.

He yells profanities at me as blood spurts excessively from his arm, I think I hit the sweet spot.

He swings at me with his bloodied arm, punching me across the face. My jaw aches but my grip on the blade does not falter.

He wraps his hand around my throat, I can't afford to lose the last bit of oxygen I have left.

I thrust the knife into his stomach, twisting it.

His grip on me weakens and I use this opportunity to remove the knife and stab him again multiple times.

His body falls limp onto me. His pupils dilate as he falls in and out of consciousness. I push him off and he rolls onto his back beside me.

"I...still...love... you..." He mutters I'm between coughs of blood.

I watch as the soul leaves his eyes and his head falls lifeless.

I smile with relief, wiping away my tears with my bloodied sleeve.

It's all over.

I lay on the floor beside him, curling up into a tight ball. My lungs struggling to keep me alive.

And slowly, everything fades to black.

***

I wake up in a white room, surrounded by buzzing machinery. I'm in a hospital.

"Oh, Miss Dupres! You're finally awake." A doctor smiles beside me.

"What... happened?" I ask in desperation.

"Well when the police arrived you were unconcious and hardly breathing, but the paramedics managed to get you here in time." He frowns. "Unfortunately your friends weren't that lucky."

"You only suffered from a single stab wound to your chest." He continued. "We stitched you up and used a needle to remove the excess air from your chest cavity so your lung could expand properly."

"You should be okay to leave now." His voice sounds positive, but the frown does not leave his face.

I sit myself up and a police officer enters the room.

"Lila Dupres." The police officer sighs. "You are under arrest."

He walks toward me with a pair of cuffs and my jaw falls open.

"You have a right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you in a court of law."

He motions for me to stand up a I do so. He cuffs my hands behind my back.

"What are the charges?" I blink in astonishment.

"Murder in the first degree." He lists off a list of the people that Mickey and his accomplice had killed. "Cici Cooper... Randy Meeks... Derek Feldmen... Mickey Altieri..."

I can't believe my ears. I am getting prosecuted for the Windsor College massacre.

"But I didn't do it!" I plead.

"You are innocent until proven guilty."  The cop chuckles. "But right now it's not looking good for you."

I was doomed from the start.

Sidney fought with me in court- which I was extremely grateful for- but It did not change my fate.

All of the deaths were linked to me somehow, and blaming somebody else for the murders only made me look more suspicious.

The only thing that saved me was that the crime scenes of the previous murders did not contain any of my fingerprints, hair, any type of DNA to link me to the crimes.

But I was still sentenced to 25 to life with a chance of release.

****

The whole court hearing had been televised and was plastered all over every news station, newspaper, and magazine. Just as Mickey had wanted.

The only bit of satisfaction I get out of laying in this cold cell in knowing that all of the 'glory' that Mickey had wanted, I had taken that away from him. He didn't deserve it.

It worked out exactly as he had planned. I was interviewed about my experience for the next Stab movie... but I had swung a whole different narrative.

In my story, Mickey was just a helpless victim at the wrong place at the wrong time.

It brought me great pleasure knowing I had gone against his wishes.

Perhaps he would come back to haunt me for it, but I didn't care. I have nothing left to do but be petty.

In the end you're probably thinking:

"Lila, you're the real loser here."

Then why...

do I feel like a winner?

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 7

Sorry this took so long y'all. This chapter was difficult to write. Hannibal invites Theresa for dinner and y/n finally confronts her.

Trigger warning: mentions of suicide, child sex abuse; graphic descriptions of violence; confronting an abuser; body-shaming

The stitches in your cut hadn't even dissolved before Theresa intruded on your life again. Before you stormed out, Hannibal did in fact invite her to dinner. Polite society would rule the invitation null and void after that confrontation, but Theresa felt herself exempt from the laws of politeness. Like Evangelicals or craisins, Theresa loved to insert herself where she was clearly not wanted.

Of course, you were peeved at Hannibal for upholding the invitation when she called. But you could tell he had something planned. He was intrigued by her audacity and wanted to see how far it would take her. You couldn't begrudge him professional curiosity, as you too wondered what the fuck her problem was.

In truth, you saw what he did to your grandma, and you wanted to see him do it to Theresa. You wanted her subject to the same psychological torment that she put you through. And that, you realized, was why he honored that invitation. He wanted to vindicate you. And that was the sexiest damn thing you could possibly imagine.

Theresa showed up alone. That was her first mistake.

"Thank you for having me, Dr. Lecter." Theresa greeted, shedding her long coat and dropping it to the ground. "Will [F/N] be joining us?"

"[F/N] will most certainly be joining us." Hannibal said, his voice hardening. He noticed her coat in a pile on the floor and something in his head clicked.

"I hope I'm not overdressed." Theresa tossed her hair over her shoulders. 

She was. And you knew even before she showed up that she'd wear that green evening dress with the plunging neckline. It was the same one she wore to prom. She kept it as a memento all these years to memorialize the day she completely fucked you over. 

She was here to make history repeat itself. 

"Not all, Ms. [L/N]," Hannibal grinned, glancing at the staircase. "[F/N] is just touching up her makeup.”

“That sounds like [F/N].” Theresa laughed. “She always took the most time getting ready in the morning. And she was always the ugliest. It was quite sad, really.”  

Hannibal reminded himself what he had in store for Theresa before letting himself get angry. “If you could join me in the kitchen, I could use a little help with the appetizers.” 

Theresa took the bait and followed him through the threshold into the massive kitchen. 

“Could I trouble you for some psychological advice, Doctor Lecter?” She said, leaning against the island.

“That depends.” He answered, though the tone of his voice connoted a firm ‘no’. “Are you going to be honest with me?” 

Theresa mounted herself on top of the island and crossed her legs. “I’ve just been having quite a bit of trouble in my marriage.”

"Please get off my counter." Hannibal politely demanded. "I just sterilized it this morning."

“My husband just isn’t so excited by me anymore.” She pouted like a child. “He just doesn’t seem interested in... well, any of the things I have to offer him.” 

“Have you considered the possibility that you have nothing to offer?” You said. You approached them with purpose, the skirt of your purple dress fluttering behind you. Your favorite pair of strappy heels clacked against the tile and echoed through the room with every step. 

“[F/N] makes a valid point.” Hannibal agreed, taking you under his arm. “You’re an abusive narcissist, a serial adulterer, and you’re quite horrible at flirting. I certainly don’t understand what you could possibly have to offer.” 

“Nice to see you again, [F/N].” Theresa said, resigned to her defeat. “I didn’t want to say anything at the wedding, but you look like you’ve gained a few pounds.” 

You almost laughed. Growing up, Grandma had subjected you to every form of body-shaming known to man. Nothing Theresa could say would have any effect on you. 

“Really? Because I’ve never felt better in my life.” You smiled, knowing it to be true. “Hannibal is an amazing cook. You’d probably gain weight too if you were eating so well.” 

"Well, I have appearances to keep up." She refuted. "Gideon and I both have very busy schedules. Besides, he finds the kitchen more of a woman's domain."

"Unfortunate for you." Hannibal threw a dish towel over his shoulder and picked up a wine bottle by the neck. He kept his hands busy by pouring three glasses of wine. "That Gideon does not put in the time to keep you well-fed and fulfilled. Might I suggest not molesting children as a remedy?"

You snickered as he handed you a glass. You migrated to the dining table, where the trial was set to take place.

"Did you invite me here just to gang up on me?" Theresa leaned back in her chair. "Because if so, that's really mature."

"Of course not." You said, Hannibal pulling your chair out for you. You placed your napkin in your lap. "Well, maybe a little."

Theresa took a long sip of wine. "You're not going to get an apology if that's what you're after."

"Oh no." You shook your head. "I've stopped expecting basic human decency from you years ago."

"Good." Theresa huffed. "Since that's clearly what you want me to be, that's what I'll be."

"Don't give me that shit." You sighed. "I know what gaslighting is and you're not as good at it as you think."

"Y'know I never asked to be a parent figure to you and Anna." She crossed her arms.

"You may not have asked for it but you sure as hell enjoyed it." You countered, furrowing your brow. "Don't act like you weren't the dictator's right-hand man. You sucked up to grandma and always got preferential treatment."

"I was a kid." She shrugged. "You're really gonna blame me for the shit I did before my skull fully hardened?"

"Well, it exposes a way larger pattern of behavior." You explained. "You're a megalomaniac that wants power without responsibility. So you attach yourself to someone with power, probably another narcissist who's too self-involved to see what a leech you really are. It's what you did with grandma and it's what you're doing with Gideon."

Dressing Theresa down like that gave you a rush. It made you feel alive. But more importantly, it made her look small. It stripped her of her power.

"Well done, Sherlock." Theresa taunted. "But you're forgetting one thing. If I were a megalomaniac, why would I waste my time beating up on you? Some nobody with no power to speak of?"

"Because I'm a living reminder of your past." You narrowed your eyes. "I remind you that you can't just beat everyone into submission."

"Ladies," Hannibal interrupted, holding three bowls. He placed one in front of you, the savory broth enticing your nose. "This is pot-au-feu. It is a simple French stew made from beef, vegetables and potatoes. I added a marrow-bone for extra richness. It's the perfect combination of simplicity and substance."

You couldn't even wait for Hannibal to sit down. You'd been so hungry all day. Smelling the meat slowly braise over the course of the day was torturous. You went straight for the marrow, which was a recent favorite of yours.

Theresa picked the bone up between two fingers and dropped it onto the table, her face wrapped with disgust. "I think I'll pass. I'm not a dog."

"You are not." Hannibal said, spearing a piece of meat on his fork. "I find dogs much better company."

Theresa tented her fingers and glared at Hannibal. "So you're just going to let her rip into me? Aren't you supposed to be the professional here?"

"Don't discount [F/N]'s analysis just because she is a student." Hannibal glared back at her. "From what I know about you, she's dead on."

"Isn't this entire interaction a professional conflict of interest?" Theresa folded her arms. "I don't trust her to analyze me because she hates me."

Hannibal put his utensils down. Anger flashed across his face. "I don't think you quite understand what this interaction is. You are not owed an unbiased psychological profile, especially not from me. You are not my patient. You are [F/N]'s abuser."

Theresa narrowed her eyes and leaned over the table. "So if you understand that, why am I here?"

"You think very highly of your intelligence, Theresa." Hannibal glanced down at his dish. "Perhaps you can figure that one out yourself."

You coughed, narrowly avoiding choking on your food.

"Darling, please pace yourself." Hannibal instructed, though he seemed pleased with how enthusiastically you inhaled your meal. "You're going to make yourself sick if you eat too fast."

"I'm sorry." You said after taking a long sip of water. "I don't know why, I'm just so hungry today."

Hannibal dropped his eyebrows, looking worried. "Did you take your medicine this morning?"

"I think so." You nodded.

Theresa smiled and reached for her phone. The movement caught Hannibal's attention, and he could tell what she was up to right away.

"Theresa, it's very rude to text at the dinner table." He scolded, taking a sip of wine. "Surely, anything you're saying to your grandmother and Anna, you can say to us."

Theresa, too proud to back down, slipped her phone into her purse and met your eyes. "You're pregnant."

"Brilliant fucking deductive reasoning." You rolled your eyes. "A woman gains a little weight and has a healthy appetite? That's the only logical conclusion I would draw."

"Well, aren’t we defensive?" Theresa taunted. "Congratulations, by the way."

"Theresa, stop it." You gritted your teeth, trying not to convey how pissed you were.

"You're going to need to drop out of school to take care of the baby full time." Theresa sneered.

You knew exactly where she was taking this and you wanted more than anything to just disappear. You reached for the wine bottle and refilled your glass. "Shut up, Theresa. Shut the fuck up before you say something you'll regret."

Her face lit up from the satisfaction of finally making you angry. "And someday you'll blow your brains out just like your mother!"

This time, she would regret it. You chucked the empty wine bottle across the table. It hit her directly in the face with a deafening crunch before ricocheting off the table and shattering on the ground.

Theresa brought her finger to her nose, noticing the stream of blood trickling from her nostril. She stood up, stabilizing herself with the back of the chair.

"I didn't think you had it in you." She jabbed before collapsing to the ground.

You went silent, too afraid to look at Hannibal.

"For what it's worth, darling." Hannibal piped up. "I always knew that you did."

[dindjarins04]

CHAPTER THREE

I AM NO JEDI MASTERLIST

Still curled up on the small chair in Padme's living area, Anakin paces back and forth. He sighs and stops in the middle of the room while you calmly respond to the onslaught of Qui-Gon's messages.

"It's too quiet,"

"That's a good thing," You reply. "I'd rather not have to deal with blasters," You look and see him looking down at you. "Perhaps if you sat down, you wouldn't be so anxious,"

"Can you at least pay some attention to me rather than your holopad?" He asks with a huff. You roll your eyes and place it down.

"You're such a child,"

"Maybe I just need a distraction,"

"Oh and I'm the perfect fit for your distraction?" You tease as he sits down in the chair opposite you.

"Yes," He says. "So...why do you think we weren't allowed to see each other for 10 years?"

"Well, those 10 years were the most vital part of our training, maybe we were just too busy with training to make friends," You shrug as you stand to pour yourself a glass of water. Anakin stays silent as he thinks of different reasons for the Jedi keeping you separate. "Enough about us...what's your story with Padme?" You cringe at yourself. Smooth, (Y/N), that was real smooth.

"We met on Tatooine, I saved her planet and that's it," You quirk a brow and turn around, leaning against the table you got your water from.

"Really? I thought you two had something more, considering the way you talk to her," You say, sipping your water.

"Heh, jealous?" You choke on the water at the question.

"That's absurd," Anakin chuckles and shakes his head.

"Whatever you say, princess,"

"Quiet, mudscuffer," Then, Obi-Wan strolls in.

"Captain Typho has more than enough men downstairs. No assassin will try that way. Any activity up here?" He asks as you move back to your holopad to send your last couple of messages to your master.

"Quiet as a tomb. I don't like just waiting here for something to happen to her," Anakin complains as Obi-Wan checks a palm-sized view scanner he has pulled out of his utility belt. It shows a shot of R2 by the door, but no sign of Padme on the bed.

"What's going on?" Obi-Wan asks.

"She covered that camera. I don't think she liked us watching her," You roll your eyes.

"What is she thinking?"

"Actually, all of this was (Y/N)'s idea," You look to see the men staring at you.

"I programmed R2 to warn us if there's an intruder,"

"It's not an intruder I'm worried about. There are many other ways to kill a Senator,"

"I know, but we also want to catch this assassin. Don't we, master Jedi?" You respond with a smirk.

"You're using her as bait??"

"It was her idea... No harm will come to her,"

"I can sense everything going on in that room. Trust me," Anakin adds on as you finish your last message and put down your holopad.

"It's too risky... and your senses aren't that attuned, young apprentice,"

"And yours are?"

"Possibly," You roll your eyes at the duo.

"You know, I can sense everything too, Qui-Gon has been teaching me well,"

"I do not disagree, I was his padawan as well," Obi-Wan says as he moves to look out of the window.

"The water is empty, I'll get some more, comm me if anything happens," Obi-Wan nods as Anakin walks beside him.

"You look tired," Obi-Wan states as he examines Anakin.

"I don't sleep well, anymore," He responds truthfully.

"Because of your mother?"

"I don't know why I keep dreaming about her now. I haven't seen her since I was little,"

"Dreams pass in time,"

"I'd rather dream of (Y/N). Just being around her again is...intoxicating," He smiles to himself but Obi-Wan gives him a look of disapproval.

"Mind your thoughts, Anakin, they betray you. You and (Y/N) have made a commitment to the Jedi order... a commitment not easily broken...and remember she is also a Jedi,"

"I understand Master...but there's just something about her. Being around her again...it brings a forgotten but familiar feeling back," Anakin grins, gently touching his chest.

"Anakin, (Y/N) is already on thin ice with the Jedi Council, please don't try and ruin this for her," Anakin looks up at his master.

"I...I won't," You return with a sigh.

"I couldn't get any water!" You exclaim. "Too many procedures to fill up one jug of water," You sigh placing it down. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?" Anakin and Obi-Wan share a discreet glance.

"No, it's been very quiet," Obi-Wan answers to Anakin's relief. But then, you all stop and look at each other.

"Is it just me?"

"No, I can sense it too," All three of you run and burst into Padme's room. Two creatures stand on their hind legs as Padme lays deadly still. Anakin springs onto the bed and slices the creatures in half with his lightsaber. You see a droid outside and race after it, crashing through the blinds and window. Okay. Bad idea. You did NOT think that through.

You fly through the glass window and fling yourself at the probe droid, grabbing onto the deadly machine before it can flee. The droid sinks under the weight of you but manages to stay afloat and fly away, with you hanging on for dear life, a hundred stories above the city. The droid sends several protective electrical shocks across its surface, causing you to almost lose your grip. As you dart in and out of the speeder traffic, you disconnect a wire on the back of the droid. Its power shuts off. Shit! You and the droid drop like rocks. You realise the error of your ways and quickly puts the wire back. The droid's systems light up again and it takes off.

Sweat begins to build on your forehead. You did not think this through what so ever and you have no idea where Anakin or Obi-Wan is. The last thing you remember is Padme's deadly still body. Is she dead? That sudden thought sends a pang of regret in your gut. Did you allow your best and only friend to die?

The droid bumps against a wall, hoping to knock you loose. It moves behind a speeder afterburner to scorch you. It takes you wildly between buildings and finally skims across a rooftop and you are forced to lift your legs, tenaciously hanging onto the droid.

"Would you stop?!" You growl as the droid heads for a dirty, beat-up speeder hidden in an alcove of a building about twenty stories up. When the pilot of the speeder, a scruffy looking person who is most likely a bounty hunter, sees the droid approach with you hanging on, she pulls a long rifle out of the speeder and starts to fire at you. Explosions burst all around you. "I have a bad feeling about this," You say.

Finally, the droid suffers a direct hit and blows up and you fall fifty stories until a speeder drops down next to you, and you manage to grab onto the back end of the speeder and haul yourself toward the cockpit. You struggle to climb into the seat and you sigh in relief when seeing Anakin driver and Obi-Wan in the passenger seat.

"That was wacky! I almost lost you in the traffic," Anakin said.

"What took you so long?" You ask as you finally sit correctly in the seat you tumbled into.

"Oh, you know, princess, I couldn't find a speeder I really liked, with an open cockpit... and with the right speed capabilities...and then you know I had to get a really gonzo colour..."

"Qui-Gon will not be happy about your recklessness," Obi-Wan chimes in.

"Well, I know who to follow now," Anakin zooms upward in hot pursuit of the bounty hunter as she fires out the open window at you with her laser pistol.

"And Anakin, if you'd spend as much time working on your saber skills as you do on your wit, young Padawan, you would rival Master Yoda as a swordsman," Obi-Wan says, scolding both of you.

"I thought I already did," Anakin replies smugly.

"Only in your mind, my very young apprentice. Careful!! Hey, easy!!" Obi-Wan says as he grips the sides of the speeder as Anakin deftly moves in and out of the oncoming traffic, across lanes, between buildings, and miraculously through a construction site, the bounty hunter still firing at you.

"Sorry, I forgot you don't like flying, Master," You watch with a small smile at the way these two communicate. It reminds you of how you and Lumarina shared a lot of jokes and banter just like these two.

"I don't mind flying... but what you're doing is suicide!" You barely miss a commuter train.

"I agree with Obi-Wan on that account," You say as you duck.

"Master, you know I've been flying since before I could walk. I'm very good at this and (Y/N)...just trust me," You roll your eyes as he laughs and Obi-Wan gasps as Anakin makes another narrow turn.

"Just slow down!" The bounty hunter and Anakin race through a line of cross-traffic made up of giant trucks. The speeders bank sideways as they slide around right-angle turns between buildings. The bounty hunter races into a tram tunnel. "Wait! Don't go in there!" Obi-Wan says but Anakin zooms into the tunnel after the hunter. You see a tram coming at you. Anakin brakes, turns around, and race out, barely ahead of the charging commuter transport."You know I don't like it when you do that!" Obi-Wan growls. "We also have another person with us, try not to kill three Jedi!"

"Sorry, Master. Don't worry, this guy's gonna kill himself any minute now!"

"No, you're going to kill us!" You scold, slapping his head. The hunter turns into oncoming traffic, deliberately trying to throw Anakin off. Oncoming speeders swerve, trying to avoid the hunter and three Jedi. The hunter does a quick, tight loop-over and ends up behind all of you. She is now in a much better position to fire at you all with her laser pistol. To avoid being hit by the laser bolts, Anakin slams on the brakes and moves alongside her. She now fires point-blank at Obi-Wan.

"What are you doing? He's gonna blast me!"

"Right, not a good idea," Anakin quickly turns and swerves away. Suddenly, the hunter throws a bunch of explosives in your direction. You stand and use the force to hold them away from your speeder as they explode. Out of a cloud of smoke and ball of flames Anakin tears after the hunter.

"(Y/N), that didn't do much help!" Obi-Wan slaps out the small fire on the dashboard.

"At least we're not dead!" You exclaim, sitting back down. The hunter goes up and down, through cross-traffic. There is a near miss as a speeder almost hits you. The hunter turns down and left between two buildings. Anakin pulls up and to the right

"Where are you going?! He went down there, the other way,"

"This is a shortcut... I think,"

"What do you mean, 'You think?' What kind of shortcut?! He went completely the other way! You've lost him!" You exclaim from behind him.

"Guys, if we keep this chase going, that creep's gonna end up deep-fried personally, I'd very much like to find out who in the hell he is and who he's working for..."

"Oh, so that's why we're going in the wrong direction," Obi-Wan says sarcastically. Anakin turns up a side street, zooming up several small passageways, then stops, hovering about fifty stories up. Obi-Wan folds his arms. "Well, you lost him,"

"I'm deeply sorry, Master,"

"Great job Anakin, he went completely the other way," You groan, unhappy for losing the bounty hunter. Anakin looks around front and back. He spots something. He seems to start counting to himself as he watches something below approach.

"Excuse me for a moment," Anakin then jumps out of the speeder. You and Obi-Wan watch as he jumps on the hunter's speeder about five stories below you. You quickly jump into the driver's seat and follow after them. You deftly gain on the rogue speeder. The two speeders dive through oncoming traffic and then through cross traffic. You then see Anakin drop something and you quickly catch it. You then notice it's his lightsaber. You sigh and hand it to Obi-Wan.

"I'm going to have to admit, this has been the most fun I've had since Naboo," You say as you follow the speeder as it crashes onto the ground.

"Naboo? You mean with Maul?"

"Well, everything leading up to that," You say as you talently spin around oncoming vehicles.

"Spinning is not flying!" Obi-Wan groans. "This is the first time I've ridden with you and your already matching Anakin's recklessness," You chuckle as you land. You grin as you land and wipe the sweat from your head. Obi-Wan looks at you before chuckling. You also laugh as he gets out and helps you out. "I will have to admit, that was something different,"

"Probably something the council will frown upon," You joke before seeing him. "Anakin!"

"She went into that club," Anakin said, pointing to the bright sign.

"Patience," Obi-Wa reminds as he hands Anakin his lightsaber. "Here. Next time try not to lose it,"

"Sorry, Master," Anakin reaches for the lightsaber, but Obi-Wan holds it back. "A Jedi's saber is his most precious possession,"

"Yes, Master," He reaches for his lightsaber again, but Obi-Wan pulls it back.

"He must keep it with him at all times,"

"I know, Master,"

"This weapon is your life!"

"I've heard this lesson before..." You and Anakin say at the same time. Obi-Wan finally holds out his lightsaber and Anakin grabs it.

"But unlike (Y/N), you haven't learned anything, Anakin,"

"I try, Master,"

"However, you should thank (Y/N) for catching it for you," Obi-Wan says before stepping away.

"Thank you...you've lost your lightsaber?" He teases as you follow Obi-Wan.

"Yeah, but I found it," You defend.

"How long did it take you?"

"3 lectures from my master and one full rotation,"

"Really? Where was it?" You look down. "(Y/N)," He says in a sing-song voice.

"It was under my bed," Anakin laughs loudly and you also chuckle as all three of you enter the nightclub.

[my-emotional-self]

Toxic Love Chapter 7

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Finding out your soulmates were Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was one thing.  But when someone from your past comes back to haunt you, you have to figure out if a relationship with two super soldiers is something you really want to pursue or if you’d rather go back to your comfortable single life.

Series Warnings:  18+, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, past mentions of rape, self-harm, attempted rape, domestic violence, stalking, death threats, possible Dark!Steve?, Steve will be an asshole a LOT in this series but I don’t know how dark it will get, explicit sexual content, mental health issues, kind of A/B/O dynamics but not really (no they are not actual wolves, more like the hierarchy), mentions of suicide, flashbacks of suicide, nightmares

A/N: There will be no taglist for this story!  I apologize in advance!

8 Years Ago – Age 17

“Y/N, do you know why you are here?” the shrink asked from across the large desk.  You looked down at the typical uniform of a patient at a psychiatric ward.  Yes you knew why you were in here.  A few months ago you witnessed your father’s dead corpse hanging in your living room.  The next thing you knew you were writing a suicide note of your own and your foster parents found it before you could do anything.  Now, you were stuck in a psych ward, probably until you at least turned 18.

“Yep,” came your short response.  

The shrink glanced down at her papers in front of her, going through all of your notes.  “We want to help you as best we can Y/N.  You’ve been through some very traumatic experiences in your life and you’ve witnessed a great deal.  We are going to get you all the help you need.”

3 Months Later

“Have you heard of Borderline Personality Disorder Y/N?” your psychiatrist, Dr. Wang asked.  

That made your head snap in her direction.  Here you were, still stuck in the psych ward after three months and you weren’t sure why.  “I’ve heard of that, yes.  But I thought I was just depressed,” you mumbled, chewing on your fingernail.  

You were clinically diagnosed with depression shortly after coming here.  

“Well, that’s what we originally thought at first.  But the longer you’ve spent time here, the more I and the rest of the staff have discovered it is BPD.  You’re intense mood swings, combined with your ongoing feelings of emptiness and the intense bouts of anger you have are all signs of BPD. We are going to switch up your medications and that will really help with your mood swings and anger issues.

~~~

 No matter how hard you tried, sleep never came to you that afternoon.  You tossed and turned all afternoon in your bed and nothing seemed to be working.  Not only that, but you were really starting to get more irritable as the day went on and you knew it was time to change the dosing of your medication.  It was like clockwork, every year to year and a half. The only problem was that you couldn’t leave the tower without Steve, Bucky or an anyone else.  How were you supposed to get an appointment with your Psychiatrist if you couldn’t leave the tower alone?  This only increased your anger and frustration as you got out of bed to get ready.    

You brushed your teeth and put on a some jeans and a t-shirt, not really caring what you threw on. All of the specific clothing you wore for work was in the closet of your game room along with your makeup and accessories.  

Upon leaving your room, you saw Steve and Bucky sitting at the island in the kitchen of your shared apartment.  They both looked deep in thought over some paperwork and you assumed it was for work.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen, you were about to head into the elevator as you didn’t want to disturb them, but Steve spoke up and caught your attention.  “Where are you off to?”

“Oh, umm, I’m heading down to my game room.  I’m going to work tonight,” you mumbled out as you pressed the button for the elevator. You noticed it was on the ground floor and it would take a few minutes to get to your level.  

“What time do you plan on being done?” Steve questioned.  

You huffed in annoyance, already irritated as anger began to creep through your bones.  “I don’t know.  Whenever I get done,” you snapped.  Immediately you felt regret, but sometimes your emotions got the better of you when you were in dire need of a medication change.  

“Hey, what’s with the attitude?” Steve commanded as he got up from his seat and stalked over to you, hands on his hips.  You noticed Bucky looking at you from his seat with furrowed brows.  They had never seen you angry like this.  You were always so compliant and easy going.  

“Look, I’m sorry.  I’m just tired is all.”

Steve looked at you sharply, his lips in a thin tight line.  “Alright.  Just make sure you get to bed at a reasonable time tonight.  Promise?”

“I promise,” you answered back.  

~~~

In the comfort of your game room, you quickly got to work.  Digging through your closet, you decided on a light pink tank top that said ‘Gamer Girl’ in black letters with two gamer controls on it.  Since your webcam only showed your top half, you threw on a black pair of cotton shorts to be comfortable.  

Next, you put your hair up in space buns, making sure they were situated just right so they wouldn’t be in the way of your headphones.  You put on your typical game night makeup: bright pink eyeshadow with dark smoked out liner, some mascara and blush and you were good to go.  

Turning on your monitor, you began to power everything up and once that was done, you logged in. Immediately your followers started putting in their messages off to the side and you smiled as you read them. You always tried to read as much of them as you could.  

As the night went on, you knew you should pack it up and listen to what Steve said; getting to bed at a descent time and getting rest.  But you were having way too much fun tonight and so were your followers. It was one of the best nights you’d had in months and not just money wise.  

Ignoring the clock you continued to play and interact with your followers with the microphone that was attached to your headphones.  Every so often you would glance to your messages box and see what some of them had said.  Most of them were cheering you on but of course you always had some haters in there as well.  

It was when you noticed the screen name of one of them that made your blood run cold.  JSmith20. ‘It can’t be’ you thought to yourself, trying to keep as composed as possible as hundreds of people were watching you game in this very moment.  

John’s last name is Smith and he always told you how his favorite number was 20, because that was how old you were when you met him.  No, but he’s still in prison.  He hasn’t gotten out.  He’ll be in there for many more years to come.  It had to be one of his friends right?  The same friend that had been delivering those letters to your old apartment.  ‘Yes, that’s right.  It’s just one of his friends trying to torment you’ you thought to yourself.  

Then, the person behind that screen name typed a message into your message box.  

Hey babe.  Do you miss me yet?  I can’t wait to see you – J

Yep, your composure went out the window reading the message.   Then another message from him popped up.  

I see you are no longer living in that little one bedroom apartment.  Did you really think you could up and move and I wouldn’t be able to find you?  Oh babe, how cute.  I will find you and we will meet again soon.  I promise – J

As you stared at the words on your screen, you heard groans from the other players on your team.  You had just lost the game.  

“Shit,” you swore, anger bubbling up inside of you.  “Fucking damnit!”  You slammed your fist on the desk.  

You rarely lost games. Losing always put you in a foul mood. But because of already being irritable and your emotions on over drive, losing just made everything worse.  

Looking at the clock it was just before five in the morning so you logged off and shut everything down.

You took your hair out of the buns, immediately feeling the tension in your head ease.  Ever so quietly, you opened the door and poked your head out into the hallway.  It was bitch black so you used your phone as a flashlight and tiptoed to the elevator. Before pressing the button on the elevator, you paused.  What if the noise of the elevator woke up Steve or Bucky?  You had promised Steve that you would get to bed at a descent time and seeing as it was just about five in the morning, well, you kind of figured you’d be in trouble.  

Instead, you opened the door to the stairs which was situated right next to the elevator.  At least taking the stairs would be much quieter.

You climbed the stairs up a few levels until you reached your living level and you waited on baited breath for a few moments.  Nothing. Nothing but silence.  As quiet as a mouse, you snuck through the door and dashed to your room, thanking your lucky stars that the palm scanner didn’t make any noise.  

You took a nice hot shower, washing off all of your makeup and the stress of the last few hours.  As much as you wanted to forget John messaging you, it wasn’t going to happen, neither was any sleep.  

Rather than even bothering to get into bed and try to relax, you sent an email to your psychiatrist letting her know that you would more than likely need a dose change on your medications.  Frantically typing away at the email, you explained how you were beginning to get irritated and it was harder for you to control your bouts of anger.  

Luckily for you, Dr. Wang was an early bird and she emailed you right back.  She wanted you to come see her for an appointment and your heart immediately dropped.  That wasn’t going to happen as one of your rules was that you weren’t allowed out of the tower by yourself.  And as much as you liked Darcy, you couldn’t trust her to go with you and not say anything to Steve or Bucky.  

Typing out your reply, you explained that you were unfortunately not able to meet in person and if there was anything else that could be done.  After you hit sent, you began to pace in your apartment, clearly on edge with everything going on.  You just wanted to feel better; you hated feeling this way.  It was as if you weren’t in control of your body and you definitely weren’t in control of your emotions.  

A notification came through your laptop and you rushed towards it, almost tripping over your feet. As you read her words, you could have cried right then and there.  She had agreed to a phone call appointment and she had time right now to discuss things with you.  

Grasping your phone, you dialed her number.

“It’s good to hear from you Y/N,” Dr. Wang stated as she answered the phone.  

“Oh Dr. Wang it is so good to hear your voice.”

She let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, it has been a little over six months since we’ve last spoken.  How are things going with you?”

“Where to begin,” you started off saying.  You let her know that you indeed met your soulmates and had moved in with them. You went over the rules that Steve had given you and she made you feel better as she stated she had seen way worse rules.  Hell, she said your rules were like a walk in the park compared to some she has heard.

“Alright, now, let’s get down to business.  How are you feeling these past few days?” she asked curiously.  

“Ugh, not good. Moving was stressful but I have been feeling really irritated over the last few and I’ve had a few bouts of anger rush through me that makes me want to punch something, but I’ve luckily been able to hold back on that.”

“What about any risky behaviors such as reckless driving, spending sprees, binge eating, drug abuse or sabotaging anything positive in your life?”

“Not yet,” you stated. You knew the routine.  She was going over all the symptoms of Borderline Personality Disorder to see what has changed with you.  

“Ok good.  How about any intense fears of abandonment or rejection?”

That question always hit you like a punch to the gut.  The only reason you had stayed with John for so long was because of that right there. He purposely wouldn’t let you see Dr. Wang or he wouldn’t take you to get your medications refilled and because of that, you were starting to feel those feelings; not wanting to be abandoned no matter what.  

“Nope,” you replied.  

“Ok then.  I am going to increase the dosing on your current medications but I want to warn you.  Without you coming in and personally seeing me and without getting some blood work done, I don’t know how well this dosing is going to work, if it will work at all. We might need to discuss changing the medication all together,” she stated.  

“I understand Dr. Wang. And do you think maybe you could prescribe some sort of sleep medication for me too?”

“I can prescribe a one week trial of a sleeping medication for you.  After that, I really need you to try and come see me in the office and we can discuss that further.  Now, did you want me to send these prescriptions into your regular pharmacy?”

“Yes, that would be great. Thank you so much Dr. Wang.”

“No worries at all Y/N. Give the office a call and get an appointment set up.”

“I will.  Thanks again.”

Now that you had your medications all taken care of, you had to figure a way to leave the tower so you could get them.  

[haru-sen]

Another AU Drabble

Thank Wena for making us all thirsty and dragging me down this rabbithole.  She asked: jack's name for lucky is "sweetheart" and gabe's is "hermosa" what do they call shin in this au? 

I kind of answer that question.   Also I just got my laptop (early!) and I wanted to share some happiness.

The Strike Commander examined his dwindling pile of poker chips, and squinted at you, and then Gabriel in rapid succession.  “You two aren’t helping him, are you?”  

Gabriel gave a bark of laughter.  “He doesn’t need my help.”  

You glowered at “Jack,” and then your stupid, sexy, extra smug boyfriend.  “I’m already three weeks deep in laundry duty.  I’m not helping this asshole.”  

Chuckling, Shin leaned over to kiss your temple.  “What?  You want to play for clothes instead? Less laundry for you then!”  He cheerfully lay his cards face down on the table.  “I’ll be the most-dressed person here.”  He leaned into you.  “I think I’d look good in that overcoat.  You would too.”  Then he had the audacity to wink.

You winced, not looking at the Strike Commander, who was Gabriel’s boyfriend and your boss’s boss.  But for some suicidal reason, Shin was deliberately baiting him.  

The four of you sat around Gabriel’s kitchen table, eating takeout and talking shit.  The dress code was casual, everyone was in a motley array of sweats, t-shirts, and hoodies.  The aforementioned coat lay haphazardly across Gabriel’s couch.  

“Relax, Lucky,” Gabriel leaned over and refilled your glass. “We’re off the clock, and there’s a reason Ana’s in charge of you two troublemakers.”  

“Because Gabriel would hate to punish us,” Shin said, nudging you lightly with his elbow.

“Or he’d like it too much,” the Strike Commander muttered, downing his beer.  

Gabriel froze for a half second, and then laughed.  “I think using official channels to get Sato to do my laundry is overkill.”  

“Especially if you want those clothes to be wearable afterward,” you said, taking another drink.  

To your surprise, the Strike Commander laughed.  “Another example of Blackwatch’s penchant for malicious compliance?”

“Oh no, it’s just incompetence on my part,” Shin said woefully.  

“Yes,” you said at the same time, meeting “Jack’s” eye.  

He gave you a crooked grin, the expression softening his features and making him seem less...stuck up.  “So you’re staying I’d be wiser to change the stakes from chores to...something else?”  

You narrowed your eyes.  “Maybe.”  

“...Clothes?” Shin asked, innocently.  

“Is he some kind of exhibitionist?” “Jack” asked, pointing at Shin.

You rolled your eyes upward.  “He just likes the thrill of potentially getting caught.”  You winced immediately after those words left your mouth and eyed your glass suspiciously.  “I mean, he’s a daredevil!” You amended quickly, realizing that you might have just implied certain things about yourself as well.  

Shin just beamed, not looking the least bit bothered.  “You know how it is, Pumpkin,” he said grinning at Jack.  “Not getting caught is half the fun.”

You nearly choked on your drink.

Gabriel coughed.  “Pumpkin?”

“Thinking of him as the “Strike Commander” is really stressing her out,” Shin said, gently patting your back.  “I thought a nickname would help.”  

You downed the rest of your drink, unable to think of anything responsible to say.  This was a terrible mistake. Shin was going to get you both months of latrine duty.  This was the goddamn stick-up-his-butt Hero of the Crisis, the Great Hope of Our Age.  If he were any more of an American icon, he’d shit bald eagles and fart the Star Spangled Banner. Gabriel’s friends or not, you were both going to get shipped off to Antarctica and-

“Whatever, Peaches,” Jack snorted, throwing down his cards, revealing two kings.

You just set you glass down, wondering if you’d heard that right. You had a pair of threes.

Gabriel snorted, and shook his head, setting down a pair of sixes.

“Oh, I like that,” Shin winked as he magically produced a fucking full house. “Momotaro is such a legendary figure. It’s a great compliment! You’re so cultured!” He nudged you again with his elbow. “That is what he’s referring to, right?”

You and Gabriel exchanged wry looks.  

“I think he’s sticking with the produce theme…” You said.

“Oh, so you don’t think he’s talking about my shapely-”

“If Jack’s “Pumpkin,” what am I?” Gabriel asked, with exasperation and very good timing.  

“Oh that’s easy,” Shin winked and then puckered up. “Angel.”

Jack burst into laughter.  

You had never seen the Commander sputter like that, his cheeks darkening.  “Really, Sato?”  

“Gabriel?  The archangel? That’s your namesake, right?”  Shin asked innocently. 

“No, my namesake’s a famous author,” Gabriel said sharply.

“Mmm, well, that’s too bad, Angel,” Jack laughed.  “I like it.”  He leaned over and cupped Gabriel’s chin, pressing a kiss to his lips.  “Did it hurt when you fell from-”

“Shut it, Pumpkin.” Gabriel growled.  “And not another word, Peaches.”  

Shin grinned.  “But-”

You needed to put a stop to this now.  Swiftly, you leaned over, one hand pressed over Shin’s mouth, your lips against his ear, your voice low and maybe a little threatening. “Quiet, Lieutenant,” you murmured, feeling him shudder slightly beside you.  “You’re making too much noise.”

Shin inhaled sharply. “Whatever you say, koibito,” he whispered, his eyes wide and delighted as he pressed a light kiss to your palm.  

When you looked up, Gabriel and Jack were both watching you.  Jack’s cheeks burned pink, and Gabriel’s brows were nearly in his hairline.  Well, shit, you’d embarrassed them.  

“Sorry about that,” you said, cringing inwardly.  “Should we g-”

“Get back to the card game?” Shin asked, grinning at them both.  

“Sounds good,” Jack said a little too quickly.  

“Yeah.”  Gabriel cleared his throat.  “Stakes?”

“I don’t know…” Shin asked, tilting his head to the side.  “Want to make things...interesting?”

[lavendertwilight89]

Shelter- 4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

....I don’t know if I can answer this HAHAHAHAHAA! This story is just... it’s so big. Honestly?? I think at the very beginning when they first met when Kag is trying to soothe Inu but Inu is being an idiot (but to be fair, a smarter idiot).

I felt like even with them just meeting it was just so them. So in character. So AH! I know it’s long but you made me choose

Also I won’t add a spoiler bar because this is literally the very beginning of the story

Inuyasha awoke feeling groggy. Something was wrong… he didn’t even remember falling asleep. The last thing he remembered it was the new moon--his night of vulnerability. His eyes felt extremely heavy; he must’ve fucked up. Miscalculated. There must’ve been a danger he hadn’t smelled or sensed before he lost his demonic abilities.

Fuck. His body hurt. The question had morphed from what happened to where was he? How was he alive? And why? He listened quietly and heard the pitter patter of rain--likely bouncing off of a roof. He smelled like he was in an enclosed hut. It was old--stagnant. Obviously, it hadn’t been used in awhile. But he wasn’t alone. There was a strong smell of lavender, honey, and jasmine flowers… it was alluring. Intoxicating. But it also scared the shit outta him. He also smelled a lot of blood. Not just his. Probably not just who he shared this little hut with either.

He sat up quickly and groaned from his stupidity. “Fuck…”

“Oh, you’re awake. You need to lie still,” he heard a soft melodic whisper from across the room. He turned to see a young woman in priestess garbs leaning against the wall of the hut he was currently in. He sensed her power and shit--he was about to fucking die. Or fry. Something. He gasped and clutched his gut as he tried to turn and run but his legs failed him.

Her sigh and shuffling made him panic until he heard her whimper. He looked over to her to see she also was grasping her own torso as she scooted towards him. She was pale. Sweating. She… didn’t look good.

“Stop,” he tried to sound threatening. It must’ve worked or she was where she had tried to get to. Water dripping from a bucket made him turn his head and see she was much closer. She grimaced and winced again as she shifted onto her knees and pressed a calming hand on his chest. She wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled softly--weakly.

“It’s okay… I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Get off me,” he said, grabbing her hands and pushing her away slightly. He hadn’t expected her to fall to the floor of the hut and cry out. Shit. He was an asshole. He noticed an overwhelming scent of blood--hers. Shifting he took her in and saw how dirty she was now that she was close enough. She was covered in demon blood--along with his and her own.

She rolled over onto her back and glared at him, “You--asshole! That’s not a way to thank someone for helping you!”

“Never asked for your help,” he shot back. “I told you to stop.”

“I thought you were just scared and confused! Not that you’d throw me!”

“I didn’t throw you, I shoved and you’re just weak.”

“Whatever,” she scoffed and rolled over to her side. She was whimpering as she pushed herself to get up and then made her way back to the wall.

He took the opportunity to see she had bandaged him--”Where are my clothes??”

“Your kosode is ruined but your haori is over there,” she gestured behind him. He wasn’t surprised. Only his kimono made from the fur of the fire rat could withstand damage. Standing uneasily, she remained quiet this time as he began to dress.

“Alright, I’m out of here.”

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” she said leadingly. He glanced back and saw a smug little sparkle in her bright sapphire eyes. He looked to the door and saw her barrier erected around the hut and grew angrier.

“Why the hell not? I’m not staying here with you, you weak ass priestess! You couldn’t even slay me!”

“Why would I want to hurt you?”

“Are you fucking blind??! I’m a demon!!”

“Half.”

“Shut up! Anyway--so you’re a dark priestess then?? Ya wanna make a deal? I don’t really do that kind of shit so you might as well lower your barrier. I’m leaving whether I have to kill you or get zapped.”

“There’s a rather large horde of demons past my barrier. It’s there to protect us… until we heal.”

“Don’t lie.”

“Smell for yourself,” she flicked her wrist and a tiny hole opened and he got a good whiff. Fuck. He’d die the minute he stepped out. There’d be no way he would make it past them.

“Damnit!” he yelled as he punched a hole through the hut. “Why didn’t you kill them, huh?? God, you’re fucking useless!”

“For your information, I was a little busy saving you,” she said in a huff. “For someone who had their life saved on such a time of weakness, you sure are ungrateful.”

“I should just fucking kill you now, bitch. But I need your fucking barrier.”

“Oh goody,” she sighed leaning her head back against the wall and closing her eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snarled. She was planning to kill him after all! Fuck!

“I may be a priestess but I’m still human. I’ve lost a lot of blood, been using my reiki for three days straight, haven’t eaten anything, oh, and, probably have slept for maybe six hours total,” she said with a heavy groan at the end clutching her abdomen. Okay, he felt like a dick. But he was only protecting himself.

“Why haven’t you been taking care of yourself? You’re of age to be independent. How the hell have you lived so long if you’re this dumb?”

“Gods! I’ve been taking care of you, stupid!!!” She yelled at him with tears in her eyes. “Gods just shut up! I’m sorry I saved you! Obviously I messed up--you clearly were trying to commit suicide. Don’t worry, in a couple hours, I’ll probably be dead anyway, my barrier will fail and they’ll eat us both!”

“Shut up! That’s not what I meant!” Inuyasha kneeled down at her feet, still not willing to get too close to her but she wasn’t going to be able to reach out in her state at that moment.

“Oh??? Want me to use myself as bait so you can escape??? Lessen the guilt so you won’t have to watch me die?? Prefer to think I just waltzed right out of here rather than succumbing to my injuries!!?”

“No! Fuck! Stop fucking talking!!”

“No really!! Tell me what it is you want! What do you need?? I live to fucking serve!!”

He finally lost his temper and slapped his hand over her mouth and glared into her wide eyes, “Shut. Up. Look, I overreacted. I didn’t remember what happened--still don't--I thought you were trying to kill me like every-fucking-one else--and I admit, I’m a jackass.”

She just continued to glare at him and then she did the craziest thing he had EVER had happen to him. She. LICKED. Him. What. In. The. Fuck!??!?!

“Ugh!!!” he yelled and pulled his hand away like it was on fire. “You--you--youuuuu---WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!? YOU LICKED ME!!!”

“Jeez, you’re acting like I just shot you with an arrow,” she mocked rolling her eyes.

“You’re--you’re so fucking weird!! Are you even a priestess?!!?”

“Uhm, duh?”

“Don’t you know demons are inherently evil?? That as a priestess, we are naturally enemies?!" He felt like he was going to explode from rage that was driven by confusion. This woman hadn't tried to attack him yet. No matter how much he cursed her, poked and prodded her, insulted her-- she just took it. Rolling her eyes. Like she knew him.

"Yes-- I'm aware we are 'supposed' to be enemies. I just don't believe in that notion. Not all demons are bad. You exist because a human and demon obviously loved each other to make you. I have demon friends that I care for, well, cared for." She sighed and took a ragged breath. "Look, I don't want to spend what could be my last hours arguing. I accept your lame apology. I forgive you."

"You--you what???"

"You’ve obviously had a rough life to be so callous. I'm just sorry we couldn't have become friends," she added as her shoulders relaxed somewhat.

"Oh fuck no! You're not gonna fucking die on me!"

"Haha, are you a demon of the underworld that can prevent that? I'm also not dying yet. Just resting." Her demeanor didn't convince him.

"No, but I can heal you."

That made her eyes open again. "Hm? How?"

"I don't like owing favors and I unfortunately think I owe you a lot… my uhm… " Well shit. How was he gonna tell her? He doubted she'd accept help. She seemed to have about as much pride as he did. She wouldn't sully herself to be healed...

"How about while I rest, you think of a way to tell me of your little 'secret'," she said as gruffly as a kitten. She was pretty weak, he probably shouldn't let her sleep. If she did, he wasn't sure she'd wake back up.

"No."

When she didn't respond he slightly panicked and reached out and touched her to rouse her. Even though he shouldn't care, she rescued him and likely gave her own life for his.

"Hey! You cannot sleep!! Bitch, wake up!!"

"Ugh, I liked you better sleeping. I at least could imagine you being nicer."

He let out a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding and clipped, "Regret saving a half breed already?"

"No."

He blinked. Twice. Three times. She opened her glazed over ocean eyes and locked with his, "Why do you assume I'd regret giving my life for yours?"

"I can run off twenty reasons right now."

"Mmmm… I'd prefer not to hear any until after you let me nap. Next time you stir me I may make you regret giving me the idea of zapping you," she smirked weakly before letting her eyes shut again.

"You better just be sleeping," he grumbled.

"Don't worry. I'll see your handsome smirk again," she slurred, finally succumbing to sleep.

Sputtering and blushing from her words he got up quickly and exited the hut. Fuck. She was crazy. All he could do was equate her insanity to her exhaustion, blood loss, and hunger. Yep. That made the most sense. Finally calming his racing heart, he noticed the barrier wasn't just around the hut; it seemed to stretch out into the forest. Maybe he could find something to eat… rebuild their strength. Would animals be able to enter the barrier? How was the barrier able to even be maintained this long? How was this woman so powerful?

I just feel like it really ahhhhhhhh!!!! LOL Thanks for the ask @superpixie42!!!!!!!!!

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[edwardslostalchemy]

the thing that kills me about bakugou is when the plf go "having a powerful quirk means i'm better than you"and basically advocate for eugenics, it's horrible and corrupt, but when bakugou does it, it's lol funny and 'oh that gremlin.' in a recent chapter he made fun of the past OFA holders for having 'weak' quirks and dying and he said these things in front of Toshi, who has himself given so much. just...what was the point of him knowing about OFA if he was just going to be a disrespectful ass?

I have no idea why it was necessary for him to know, tbh. I think it was a waste of an opportunity to give him growth by NOT telling him. And honestly, I agree that k*tsuki and the plf have similar ideals because they’re elitists. :/ They think they’re better than others. Unironically, the lov wanting k*tsuki on their side would have been like, them all sharing this same thought. Idk, I just don’t like him. The things he says and does are played off as comedic relief now and it’s honestly so annoying. He needs to be brought down from his pedestal. 

(I have multiple messages so I am putting them all in one post under a read more, I hope it works, but if somehow it doesn’t, I’m really sorry. My computer says it works, but mobile doesn’t show it. This will be a long post.)

Anonymous said:

You know... I wouldn’t mind Bakugou winning vs Ochako so much if his blast had simply redirected enough rubble for him to make it though the pelting, and the fight had ended with an actual visible inflicted injury on his part, like a cut on his face, that stuck around for the rest of the tournament. Make the close call have more concrete, visible consequences for him then his arms aching a bit.

I agree with this completely. That thing about his arms aching doesn’t show much of the consequences at all. And he gets over it rather quickly. I hate that he has so much plot armor.

Anonymous said:

Ngl i dont ship Todo/deku (dont really ship Izuku with anyone lol) but its such a nice ship like?? People can ship what they want but why ship Baku/deku when Tododeku is RIGHT THERE. I would rather have todo/deku be the twin stars like.. Todoroki having to overcome his fathers legacy and be a better hero then his father ever could be while Izuku perpetuates all mights legacy and carries the legacy of One For All?? Poetic cinema

+ I SENT AN ASK ABOUT PREFERRING TODO/DEKU TO BAKU/DEKU AND I WANTED TO ADD SOMETHING SKSKS. we could totally have an "its your power" moment. Izuku getting Todo to accept his left side and Todo getting Izuku to remember that OFA is his power now.

Todo/deku is really the poetic cinema we need and deserve. Idk why people like b*kud*ku, that’s what they prefer, but the ship itself is not healthy in the slightest and I find it pretty disturbing. I agree with you, nony. Everything you said is correct.

Anonymous said:

If I'm gonna be honest the whole "he was raised in a household of screaming and abuse" isn't a good enough reason as to why Bakugo has no chill. Like we've seen people like Todoroki raised in a household much worst but he didn't come out as a jerk or bully. I'd like to see more of Bakugo's interactions with his parents but for the most part the dad seems like a pushover and his mom is just loud at times. But no where close to Endeavor. So yeah Bakugo shut up challenge

Yeah, idk how their dynamic works, it’s just mitsuki screaming at k*tsuki while his dad tries to intervene, but doesn’t do a good job about it. I don’t like that she smacked his head. But I think people really stretch it to give him a tragic backstory when in reality, he doesn’t have one. He is a spoiled brat. Shouto has proven how to be a better person. He’s just a better character in general.

Anonymous said:

This might be long but I want to get something off my chest and I love your blog so I used to like bk//dk. If you asked me why. It's because I was enamored by the fanon ver of this pair with a better bkg and the whole appeal of childhood 'friends'/reconciliation trope it had going on and some fans have convinced me that their relationship wasn't as bad as it's portrayed before UA and that bkg was only like that because of society and thinking Izuku was "looking down" at him. 1/3

Thinking about it. it's really stupid and the verge of victim blaming but anyways. What stopped me from liking it and instead hating the pair is that after dk vs kc 2 I was expecting the improvement in their relationship, for a moment I thought we got it. But in reality it's just bc we haven't seen them interact much after the overhaul arc and before the joint training arc.Then the joint arc came and the 2nd internship arc came and whoo boy, I feel like I was cheated on. 2/3

Rather than making bkg's behavior improve towards Izuku, He's still as much of an asshole who belittles him, mocks him ,acts like he can't stand him but less threats of killing him combined with Izuku who just takes it because he's a nice person. But the narrative acts like their good friends now and I have been feeling so frustrated with this, I wanted a mutual relationship with mutual respect on both sides and bk//dk hasn't reached that part and it shouldn't take this long for it to be. 3/3

Thank you for sharing this with me, nony!! I appreciate it. It’s really sad that their relationship hasn’t improved at all. It’s so long overdue and now things are played as comedic relief like him hurting Izuku with his spike and also being extremely disrespectful during the ofa meetings. Their relationship isn’t healthy and it isn’t friendly, no matter how canon wants to paint it that way.

Anonymous said:

the only reason bkg gets to know OFA is because he guilted Izu into telling him a half truth in S1 then guilted AM and Izu with his tantrum in S3 He also had the privilege to know Izu since childhood and saw AFO so he had the advantage Izuku would have never told him otherwise. Same time Izuku's friends don't "deserve" to know about OFA, rather, Izuku deciding to tell them himself will make the revelation to them more special since its Izu deciding to tell a piece of himself than being forced to

HOT TAKE

@havocsss said:

i just wanted to say i appreciate your opinion on bnha about bakugo (bc someone finally said it 👀) and you put into words for me how i feel abt that character - and that's partly why i just can't watch it. he's the bully that everyone idolises and gets let away with murder and naaaah mate that's not how it works

Thank you, I’m glad to hear it. I don’t like that he, a literal bully who has suicide baited Izuku and has hurt him with his explosion quirk, is the fandom’s favorite and the most popular character. Literally any other character would have been better to stan than him. He’s everywhere and I can’t enjoy part of the series because of him always being there. It’s so annoying. I will continue to yell about why he is not a good character until horikoshi gives us the development he desperately needs AND an apology to Izuku for being so abusive to him. And yes, bullying is abuse.

Anonymous said:

I know that feeling. I also greatly dislike Bakugou. He almost ruins the manga for me at times. I can't even think of a plot with Izuku where Hori won't try to include him in some way. I tried reading metas abt him, tried to look at him in a different light but I realised that I really hate his personality, combined with his overhyped popularity just makes me can't stand him. I wish I could even just be neutral for him but that's being a challenge.

Yeah, he’s not a good character. Very infuriating and annoying. We do not stan him in this house.

Anonymous said:

I feel like if Aizawa actually knew that Bakugou used to bully Izuku he'd probably whoop Bakugou's ass

OOF I’d like to see him expel him.

Anonymous said:

I like how it's framed like I'm supposed to feel sorry for Bakugou because he feels manpain for not being the strongest in the class. Like the dude went from a regular school to the best of the best and he still expected to be the strongest person there is with no challenge?

Awww, is the spoiled brat sad? Good. He can die mad about it.

Anonymous said:

If Aizawa did the combat training instead of All Might he would've stopped Bakugou the first time he used his gauntlets and automatically failed him and I really wish that would've been the outcome

Tbh he should have been expelled for trying to kill a classmate.

Anonymous said:

Oh yeah I remember that character entrance when he just basically I insults his partner for training. Look I love the kid but if I was a teacher I would've flamed him so hard like there could've been a hostage, that weapon could have went off, his partner could've been captured. That's how you ended up failing the license exam

OOF. When will he learn.

Anonymous said:

Um excuse the ever living fuck out of me but I just saw a fic that was bakugou/consequences where Izuku attempted suicide and you know what the ship was?? My pure green son who deserves the world and his literal bully/abuser are you SHITTING ME???? I try very hard not to hate ships I do really try but I just CAN'T with this ship it disgusts me

It's not a healthy ship. I am disturbed by this fic and I don’t even know what it’s called and I don’t want to know. Eww.

Anonymous said:

I see myself as Izuku cause I relate to him a lot and I just read something where Bakugou does what my abuser did to me to Izuku and now I'm having a very hard time stomaching the thought of him and like I really loved kiri/baku too but now I can't even think about it cause someone who shipped my notp thought it would be a good idea to make Bakugou an abuser and give Izuku Stockholm syndrome ☹

Oh nony…I’m so sorry to hear about that. That really sounds rough and I hope you’re feeling better. That sounds awful. I’m just…I’m appalled. Also giving Izuku Stockholm syndrome with this ship is just. Wow.

[awhiskeyriver]

Hi friend!! could we get some harvard peeta/the challenge sneak peaks if you have time! your fics have been giving me company during these pandemic times :D

Hello there!

I wish I had some harvard!peeta to share with you all but unfortunately real life has really gotten in the way of writing these last couple of weeks. I’ve been slowly finding my groove again and working on whatever is inspiring me just to keep me going. So, I’ve been trying to focus on The Challenge for now.

Since I haven’t included Madge in the sneak peeks yet, here’s a bit of a scene between her and Gale. Unedited, all mistakes are mine. Enjoy :)

If you missed the other previews, you can read them here and here.

                                                              +++

    “Are you short circuiting?”

    I blinked, remembering where I was and that Madge Undersee was staring at me with amusement in her eyes from out in the front of house. 

    “What?”

    “You looked so deep in thought. I didn’t realize ham was so interesting.”

    “Shut up,” I muttered, going back to cutting and decidedly ignoring her giggles.

    “So, question,” she said, jumping up on the counter and letting her feet swing.

    “Shoot.”

    “What conditioner do you use?” 

    “Fuck you.” Despite myself, I couldn’t help the breathy laugh that escaped with the words. She was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

    “No, seriously.” She was laughing, too. “A girl could use some help. Winter is just around the corner and my hair gets so dry. You have ringlets for god sake.”

    “Knock it off.” I peeled my gloves off and turned my ponytail into a bun behind my head, away from her scrutinizing eyes. “Jesus, you’re annoying.”

    “The hair gods have blessed you,” she continued, oblivious to my insults. “It should be a sin for a boy to have hair as luscious as yours.”

    I snorted, and for one blissful moment she was actually quiet.

    I turned away from her, busying myself in the kitchen so I could get everything packaged up before the end of the night. Definitely wasn’t trying to stick around later than necessary. Still had a shit ton of homework to finish and practice at the ass crack of dawn that I’d need to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for. Coach would have my ass if he knew where I was right now...

    Madge’s silence was short lived. I’d only just gotten a few things straightened up when I heard her exhale another question.

    “So for real, what’s your secret?”

    “You’re really not going to drop this, are you?”

    “It’s not likely.”

    “Truth or dare.” I changed the subject suddenly, distracting her with our new game. And despite her narrowed eyes she took the bait. I watched her bite on her puckered lower lip, mulling over her options.

    “Truth.”

    “Weenie.”

    “Dare.”

    “You can’t change your answer,” I retorted, and she rolled her eyes.

    “So truth, then.”

     “Why’d you pick pre-med as your major?”   

    “Really? And I’m the weenie? What kind of truth question is that?” she challenged.

    “I’m easing you in.”

    Her lips twisted up, coyly and she absently twirled a piece of hair that had come loose from her ponytail. 

    “I’ve always been good at science. Biology fascinated me and I want to help people.”

    “You know doctors have the highest suicide rates, right?”

    She frowned. “You’re thinking of dentists.”

    “Dentists are doctors.”

    “Not the kind I want to be.”

    “So what kind of doctor do you want to be?”

    “I don’t know yet,” she mused. There was this thing she did, when she thought hard about something. Her eyes tilted up towards the ceiling and her lips pursed to one side. “But, I have time to figure it out.”

    I grunted in reply, but it wasn’t enough to deter conversation. She kept right on talking about how her parents had urged her into the pre-med major and how she was their only child and felt pressured to succeed.

    “What, they’d cut you off or something if you didn’t become a doctor?” I asked, wrapping up some of the meat to store away in the fridge.

    Madge’s eyes widened behind her thick glasses, and she shook her head so furiously that thick ponytail nearly whacked her in the face.

    “No. Nothing like that.” She looked frazzled that my mind had even gone there. “They would never. I just don’t want to disappoint them. They’ve set aside so much money for me to go to college and they’re so proud. I don’t want to let them down.”

    Huh. That was nice, actually. And I found myself wishing I had even the slightest idea of how to relate to what she was talking about. 

    “Well, enough about me,” she sighed, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Your turn. Truth or dare?” 

    “Dare.” Duh.

    “I dare you to tell me what conditioner you use.”

[trashwitchcovenmoved]

What gets me is that Jared DID get upset with Holly at first for calling Heidi abusive and saying a bunch of shit about her. Hell, he even told Heidi himself. So at what point did he decide "fuck it, I choose Holly"??? Was it because he was being worn down by her constant spam to him telling him hes abused and suicide baiting him, or was it because Heidi decided to close their relationship and he couldn't handle that so he used Holly as an escape route. Was he manipulated or just an asshole

I don’t know that we will ever know for sure.

Personally, I think one can only hear that “She’s abusing you - Don’t be stupid, Jared, she’s wearing you down! You need to leave her! I left Ross and moved up to Washington for you, so you need to leave your wife too! If you don’t leave her, I’m going to kill myself!” spiel so many times before they snap and say “Fuck it, fine - whatever, just shut the fuck up”.   I also think Heidi asking for a return to monogamy sent him into panic mode; When they had an open relationship, he could justify keeping his wife and his side girl - but with a closed, mono relationship? He was going to have to pick one or the other - and he went for the real life Diath/Strix fanfiction.

Regardless of the cheating and abuse allegations, we know that Jared was - at the very least - manipulative in running the porn blogs and abusing his fame to get the nudes of fans.  So either way, he was definitely an asshole

[chaniters]

Reaper and the Fiend- Epilogue.

Epilogue for @kruk-art‘s Awan Cormac’s second series.

As usual, looking back id the realization that the more characters and elements you add up, the harder it gets for the plot to keep cohesion. Many times I almost call it quits, but somehow I pulled trough to the end. 

Hope you enjoy it!

Awan and “The Question”, the precognitive surviving member of the Phoenix Rangers, reflect on the aftermath of it all before Ortega joins them. 

Spoilers inside too, for Rebirth.

_______________________________________________________

The first rays of sunlight touch your Sidestep mask, as the cloud begins to recede. Ashfall and Sentinel have been working together to try and ground the toxins into a nearby landfill for hours now.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” The Question comments. 

“I think it’s working,” 

“Me too” He says while checking the air analyzer’s readings. “This is the real miracle”

“You still believe in miracles?”

“Magical miracles? No. But miracles made true by people with flesh, blood, and bone? Of course.”

“Interesting way to put it”

“When you’re like me, it’s the only way to put it”

“Right, I forget you’re supposed to know the future or something?” You didn’t forget. His mind is a maze that rivals yours, but he’s got a truly calm attitude about it that’s making you envious. 

“It depends. Do you believe in fate?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you believe our lives have been predetermined from before we were made? That, someone, decided who you’re supposed to be for the rest of your existence and that’s that?”

That’s a very specific question to ask to you… 

“No. I don’t believe in fate”

“Good. Me neither.”

“But you see it. The future, I mean.”

“I like to believe we are masters of our own destiny”

“That doesn’t really answer anything.”

“Well there’s a reason I didn’t call myself ‘The Answer’, you know?”

“Shut the fuck up” you laugh, unwrapping a candy bar. “I just came here to lie down, not to have a philosophical debate”. 

“You really aren’t going to ask me about your future? Everyone does.” Is he baiting you? You get the impression he knows a lot more about you just by looking. He knows too much about... everyone. You are just another speck of dust in a sea of information. 

“No. I won’t ask” you say pulling your mask above your mouth and taking a bite of candy. 

“Huh. That’s probably wise”

“Is it?”

“Yeah. Once I tell someone how their future will look like, then it’s set in stone for them and not even I can change it. I really don’t like doing it”

“But you would have.”

“Oh, I would. I do it, more than I probably should, you know for people who need it” 

“Do I look like I need it?”

He gives you a long look.

“No. I think you’ll be just fine without it. I mean, you won’t of course, but you will.”

“That’s both ambiguous and terrifying. How do you know the future’s not set in stone even before you look?”

“I really try not to think too hard about that. I think you didn’t want a debate?”

“Fine. I just want to relax” you say retreating and straightening an overturned sunbathing chair. “It’s been a shitty day”

The door to the staircase leading to the top opens, and Ortega comes in, in full suit. 

“Sidestep. I see you’ve made yourself comfortable up here. You know, Steel could have really used your help with all the angry civs though.” 

“Funny way of showing it. He said I wasn’t part of the team when you asked me to stay.”

“Yes but… well, you know he didn’t think you would actually walk away… he thought you wouldn’t listen and help anyways like you always do.”

“Well I guess we all learned something new from that experience, didn’t we?” 

“You just wanted to piss him off that badly?”

“Ugh… no… well, maybe I did, but you know I don’t do well with crowds with strong emotions, and I had more than my fair share today. I need some peace” 

“Fine. I understand… But just so you know, you did a darn good job in there”

“... a lot of the people who got killed might disagree” you point out.

“And a lot of people who lived will be thanking you. We saved them. You saved them. No one could have predicted how this would go”

“I could. I did” the Question states while looking at the analyzer he’s been fiddling with.

“What? You did? The only thing you did was call us! Why didn’t you say shit? A lot of executives died” Ortega points out.

“If I had told you, you would have saved them, and those are the ones who would have voted not to open the Archology to the civs, and we would be having a civil war right now. Thank me later”

“You let them die!”

“I didn’t do anything. You’re the ones with fighting powers, It was you who couldn’t rescue them, remember?”

“Wow. you really are full of shit” You interject.

“Look I lost my team to that monster ok? Could’ve lost the entire city too. I don’t like it but it’s how my stupid powers work, I’m not a fighter like you two, so give me a fucking break.”

“... fine” you say, too tired to argue with this jerk. 

“Good. Ashfall’s plan is working, pollution levels are coming down… I’ll go coordinate some stuff, If you’re staying here seek me out once it goes below 33% alright?”

“We don’t work for you!” you complain. 

“We’ll do it” Ortega interrupts you.

“Ugh. Whatever”

The Question nods and leaves, letting you two alone up here at the zenith of the Arcology. The monotonous beeps of the analyzer repeat intermittently over the strong winds.

“Funny guy” you comment

“Don’t get me started on that asshole.”

“I was just finished with him anyways.”

“So it’s working?” he says changing the subject and looking down at Sentinel and Ashfall working in the distance. 

“Seems like it” you answer.

“Nice to have some good news, finally,” he says approaching the edge. 

“Join me. Nothing compares to sunbathing under a toxic cloud with your suit on.” you offer.  

“Receding, toxic cloud you mean” he clarifies taking the chair next to you and laying over it. 

“Right. Receding” you snort. 

“Not going to lie. This is the biggest fucking mess I’ve ever been into since I got into the capes business”

“Same here” you agree. Nothing you did for the farm compares to this clusterfuck.

The aftermath wasn’t pretty. Not by a longshot.

Letting Catastrofiend into the core worked, as the beast consumed enough of the gas to allow the scientists to stabilize it somewhat, and turn the lights back on essential systems through the facility. The computers were toast, however, as Charon wiped all data and OS before erasing himself, commiting digital suicide upon it’s master’s death. Everything’s working on manual overrides right now. 

There was a big scare when the Fiend came out of the core’s container, glowing like it had the power of an evil purple sun ready to burn you all, but to everyone’s surprise, it didn’t survive long after saving performing its single heroic feat. The glow became blinding, and then it disappeared, only the echoes of its roars remaining as a reminder of its presence along with a pair of purple footprints. 

You caught a glimpse of your least favorite asshole, The Void, holding some sort of gun and hiding back into it’s cloaking device, walking away. Whatever it is he wanted, you’re sure he got it, and if your scans were to be trusted, he left the arcology immediately after that. 

Your work to convince the remaining executives to let the people in was much easier now that all the surviving scientists were focused on having the building not explode. They couldn’t afford combat on the outside when their tech was unreliable, and Reaper managed to remind them of their own mortality by dusting a couple of them. All it took was a small nudge on the mind of the deciding vote and the gates were reopened. 

“We lost Psychopathor” Ortega says laying down on a chair next to yours. “A lot of the crowd still backs him and he just got lost among them.” 

“We’ll get him next time” you reassure him. “We couldn’t fight him in the middle of this civilian mess anyways or it’ would be Halloween with Catastrofiend all over again”

“... Too soon man. Too soon” he says bending his arms and putting his hands behind his head, relaxing.

“Sorry.”

“You’re right. Not a damn thing we could do about old shitface, so It’s time to lie down and wait”

He stretches, crossing his legs as he looks up, just as you were doing earlier.

“They’re doing a fantastic job” you comment.

“Sentinel I had no doubts about, but Ashfall? He really came through working with those creepy scientists about the sand-whirlpool shenanigan”

“It was a good idea” you say peeking down. As the polluted air comes down into the landfill, it goes trough a series of sand walls of that Ashfall keeps raising, coming clean on the other side. Several trucks come in with sand refills while others take the polluted compounds away. 

“Good for him. His publicity wasn’t very good before this” 

“What about your publicity?” his mask looking your way

“My last publicity stunt with you guys was with Reaper and he turned to be a homicidal maniac so I’m thinking I’ll give that a pass from now on. Please don’t get me into that shit again?” 

“That’s fair” he concedes. 

 “... anyways… they stole a bunch of tec shit from the lower levels and left. Some sort of targeting device and many plasma weapon prototypes”

“We’ll get him” you repeat. 

A news helicopter flies by, taking pictures. It turns to take one of you two. Fuck. That’s tomorrow’s cover right there... 

“I know what you’re thinking… but we’re not going to be the top news tomorrow.” 

“No? Who is?” 

“I talked to my agents… Reaper, and The Fiend it is. Geni-Tech’s minimizing  company’s responsibility for the toxins and making them the focus.”

“They  kind of had a lot to do with it anyways”

“True…”

“That’s not what’s bothering you tough?”

“How do you know?” he asks turning towards you.

“It’s pretty obvious. What happened with Elyise?”

“... mierda. You’re good. You sure you can’t read my mind?”

“I can read Idiot easy enough. It’s my favorite language”

“... she left. I can’t find her. Didn’t want to talk to me”

“Understandable. Her mother just died for real this time”

“I just… I didn’t see another way... “

“That’s because there wasn’t.” 

“And now she’s going to hate me forever for it”

“Yup, pretty much” you add looking into the distance.

“Would you had done the same?”

“You’re asking me of all people?”

“Yeah. I want to know”

“Would I sacrifice a lab monster to save countless human lives…” Shit. That should be the farm’s motto. Would you sacrifice yourself to save lives? That’d be a better question.  “Yeah. I guess I would… Look, just because you do the right thing doesn’t mean people can’t hate you for it”

“Ha. The right thing…. What even is that”

“Good question,” you say closing your eyes. “So fucking tired”

“Me too. You should get those cuts checked...”

“Later. It’s just a scratch really. And you know I don’t like”

“Hospitals, yeah I know” 

“Good”

He doesn’t reply, and you both stay silent for the longest while, just listening to the wind as Sentinel keeps the small inverted tornado pulling the cloud into the landfill with Ashfall grounding the chemicals in it.

When you finally open your eyes again, the sky has shifted and there are large patches of open sky in the cloud. Checking your watch, you realize it’s been almost an hour since you sat down here. 

Ortega’s still next to you, so it was both of you who fell asleep. 

Since when are you so careless? Lowering your guard so much next to the Marshall’s a recipe for disaster. Standing up, you take a final look at the Sentinel’s work, and the deserted streets of the city below. 

“We should get back down” you add tapping Ortega’s shoulder.

“Eh… what’s the rush?” he asks looking up. 

“Air toxicity’s down 30%,” you say pointing at the analyzer the scientists gave you, your main reason for staying up here. “I’d bet GeniTech’s going to kick everyone out in minutes”

“Yeah… at gunpoint probably.”

You open the door, letting him in first and follow up to the elevator. He makes a call with his intercom to let The Question know. 

The floors of the Arcology are packed with people from Phoenix taking refuge from the cloud. Just as you see them, they can see you too inside the glass elevator. Without warning, they explode in a thunderous roar of...cheers?

There are some boos in it as well, possibly Psychopathor’s fans, but overall it’s just deafening hero worship. 

The kind Reaper talked about. The kind that makes more people take hero drugs. Focused on you and Ortega. You’re not sure how to feel about it anymore. 

The next few hours go really quickly, and you barely manage to say goodbye to the Rangers before leaving back for Los Diablos on the first bus you can get.  You need to get back to your place and rest for a couple of days while you heal up. You definitely lied to Ortega, Catastrofiend left a bit more than just a scratch and the wound is itching all over even after you disinfected it.

Being a hero is exhausting and you’re taking a brief small vacation while you consider what to do with the mess that your life’s become since you decided to mingle with the Rangers. 

__________ Somewhere, in a parking lot in Phoenix____________

“I’m sorry Dr. I couldn’t recover your disintegration gun” The Void states while studying the small weapon in his hand. “It wasn’t in their labs by the time I got there, and with all the city going upside down it was just impossible”

“Disappointing, but not unexpected. I thank you four your services anyways and…” 

“Dr. I’ll return my initial fee to you.”

“That’s not really necessary”

“I care about my reputation. I won’t  take  payment on something I failed to deliver.” 

“That is surprisingly refreshing to hear in this line of business. Very well Void.”

“Of course. Once again, I’m sorry”

He hung up, setting the gun back inside the briefcase, before calling another number, with the San Francisco area code upfront.

“Who are you? Who gave you this number?” a female voice asked. 

“They call me, The Void. And I know all the numbers” 

“That’s very unlikely. So you say your name is Void?”

“No, I’m not just ‘Void’.  There’s a THE before it. The. It’s ‘The’ Void, you hear me?!”

“Alright, alright, calm down you freak, I got it the first time.”

“And don’t you forget it”

“Whatever. What do you want THE VOID?” she made a point to pronounce it in a very passive-aggressive way.

“I need to arrange a meeting with Big Fire about a business proposal. I think I have something he could definitely find a use for” Void added looking at the shining red dot on the disintegration gun. 

“Big fire has a use for lots of things, but no time for everything. What am I supposed to say you’re offering that’ll make him call you back?”

“Oh he’ll call me back, you can bet on it.”

“I don’t like betting honey. Now speak or fuck off” 

“Well, you’re no fun. Ok, tell him I have… a fiend in a bottle,”

“A fiend in a … wait what does that mea-… “

Void hung up without answering, a smile on his lips as he closed the briefcase.

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this is what riverdale is about (part 3)

part 1

part 2

first, i have to start this description of the first season by begging you to stay with me for all 3 seasons; the first season is hilariously quaint in hindsight to whatever the fuck i just watched in season 3. the first season does deal with some weirdly heavy subjects for a comic that was at one point about getting a malt down at the shop with your best girl (for example, a plot point in season 1 is a predatory teacher/student relationship) but the third season is freaked out on pcp comparatively. the descent into madness this show demonstrates as time goes on should act as a warning to all who desire to write fanfiction: there but for the grace of god goes YOU.

anyway, my approach to doing this is that i will describe each episode of the season briefly. in some episodes, nothing of major consequence happens. in some, i will describe interactions i found especially bizarre or accidentally funny or iconic. you may want to keep the list of characters handy but i will try to explain the new, incidental ones as they pop up.

an odd side note: you will notice many of the episode titles are taken from movie titles. “riverdale” LOVES making references to movies. i mean hell, so do i, but you will notice some of the references are............on the nose.

images are from the riverdale wiki

SEASON ONE (PART 1):

the river’s edge: jughead, as the series narrator, describes a july 4th boating incident that led to the death of jason blossom, cheryl’s twin brother. cheryl is found by some off-brand boy scouts on the riverbank looking like a fabulous drowned rat. when the town comes to gawk at the spectacle, betty’s mother is hella pumped at the idea of jason being dead because he broke up with betty’s sister, polly (betty’s mom is later revealed to be prejudiced against all redheads, including archie). jason’s body is not recovered.

veronica and her mother arrive at riverdale to stay in a 5 star hotel that inexplicably exists in this podunk little shithole of a town. they discuss her father’s recent arrest for various financial crimes and decide to get a burger. betty, across town, is thinking the same thing...but love is on her mind...

betty wants to confess her feelings to archie, who she watches dress from the house next door. he is huge and beefy, having worked on his dad’s construction site during the summer. betty on the other hand, organized a toni morrison release party (?!), which she describes to archie as they catch up over a burger. archie wants to make music now. music is the ONLY thing that gives his life meaning (spoilers: he only feels this way for about half a season), except for football. betty is about to confess her feelings but veronica busts the door open and ruins everything.

there is an insane scene here where veronica meets kevin at school the next day and “concludes” he’s gay using her powers of deduction and also the fact that he talked to her about a gay bar in town (i cannot believe the riverdale gay bar has never come up again wtf). based on this information alone, she wants to be best friends. great stuff.

archie tries to join the pussycats and they tell him to fuck right off. josie gets a weird monologue about her cat ears. archie makes weird eye contact with the music teacher at riverdale high, ms. grundy (who is like 22 years old and hot now, instead of ancient and withered), who is revealed to have had a VERY uncomfortable sexual relationship with him. the visual coding of the flashback scene is bananas; she’s wearing the heart-shaped pink “lolita” glasses from the kubrick movie. 

through a flashback scene, it is revealed that one of archie and grundy’s sexual trysts that took place on the date and location jason died was interrupted by a gunshot. meanwhile, betty and veronica gay kiss to try to get on the cheerleading team but cheryl is unimpressed, commenting that it is SO 1990s. nevertheless, they make the team.

at the semi-formal, betty confesses to archie, who reacts like she handed him a dead fish wrapped in newspaper. cheryl thinks this is hella funny and sets up a scenario at her after party that gets veronica and archie together for a round of “7 minutes in heaven”. betty flees. jughead writes his novel in pop tate’s chocklit shoppe. kevin and moose (a closeted football player) try to fuck down by the murder river but the mood is ruined by jason’s body floating to the shore.

OKAY that’s the longest one. we had to establish a bunch of shit. stick with me now.

a touch of evil: archie confronts grundy about the gunshot they heard, now that it is certain that jason was killed by a gunshot to the head. betty and archie make up and become friends again, beginning the cycle of riverdale drama that wraps itself up in less than 12 hours. cheryl uses the school p.a. system to demand the killer reveal himself so they can put him in the chair. alice cooper pays off the mortician for information about jason’s corpse so she can run an expose about the murder in the front page of the local newspaper. jughead witnesses archie sharing a way too intimate hug with grundy. veronica’s mom works at pop tate’s and meets archie for the first time at work, commenting on how handsome he is, like his father. archie andrews is certified milf-bait for whatever reason.

betty invites cheryl to her house for mani-pedis to spite veronica. cheryl uses the opportunity to accuse betty’s sister of killing jason. betty responds by telling cheryl to get out or she’ll fucking kill her. normal stuff. meanwhile, jughead confronts archie about grundy and finds out pretty much everything, from the inappropriate relationship to the gunshot. he urges archie to go to the cops but archie won’t do it because *~what he and grundy has is sPeCiAl~*. jughead tells archie he’s a fucking idiot and brushes off archie’s attempts to threaten him.

betty asks about her sister, who is revealed to be in a mental hospital in a catatonic state as a result of the relationship breakdown between her and jason.

jughead gets brutally owned by jocks who call him “donnie darko” and “suicide squad” while implying he fucked jason’s corpse. archie defends jughead and they make up right before the pep rally. the heartless bastards at riverdale high inexplicably gave archie jason’s football jersey instead of retiring it and cheryl has a real meltdown about her brother’s death, fleeing into the girl’s locker room to sob her heart out. she confesses to veronica, the only person who goes to comfort her, that jason was supposed to come back.

the next day, the cops arrest cheryl in the middle of class and handcuff her. it turns out jason didn’t die july 4th, but a week after.

body double: despite confessing to being guilty at the end of the last ep, cheryl starts this ep by saying “let me clarify what i meant by guilty” which is the first of many times riverdale immediately recons its own writing for no apparent reason. cheryl confesses she lied about what happened the day of his disappearance; they weren’t simply having a little boat ride, but trying to facilitate jason’s escape to a farm away from the clutches of his family. he was supposed to contact cheryl once he got somewhere safe, but he didn’t. meanwhile, betty’s mom apparently didn’t get the “not guilty” memo and publishes a sensational article about jason accusing cheryl of being the murderer. through this, it is revealed to the audience that betty’s mom and dad own and operate the local newspaper. just them. no one else. cool.

archie finally tells the sheriff about the gunshot but lies about grundy’s existence. kevin comments offhandedly that everyone should re-watch “making a murderer” on netflix, making this what i think is the first plug of an irl property/brand in the show. from here on out they get more brazen and batshit. veronica reveals she has a date with the football coach’s son, chuck clayton, but everyone warns her he’s a player. betty re-opens the school newspaper to compete with her parents and get the REAL story out. she hires jughead to interview the kids who found cheryl the day jason disappeared.

okay, dear readers, please listen to me attempt to explain the next part of this episode. veronica goes on a chaste date with chuck which ends in some light making out. the next day, it is all over social media that chuck gave her a “sticky maple” which is, as far as i can tell, some maple syrup photoshopped onto a photo of her to replicate cum. this is impossible to explain via text, so please look at this helpful screencap.

the theme of this episode suddenly sidewinds from “we must solve jasons murder” to “we must avenge veronica being slut-shamed”. they consider going to the authorities briefly but decide to storm into the boys locker room which accomplishes nothing. this story line is briefly put on hold so jughead can unsuccessfully interview some not-boy scouts and cheryl can repay archie’s attempt to clear her name by setting him up with music lessons from josie and the pussycats.

ethel muggs, a slightly more unpopular and more dowdy girl who pops up from time to time in the plot over the course of the three seasons, reveals that she is one of chuck’s victims too. she tells of a “playbook” kept by chuck that details sex acts the football team engages in (presumably with girls and not each other). 

jughead successfully squeezes a not-boy scout into revealing that the scoutmaster (who is like a 15 year old boy) fired the shot everyone heard at the river, but he was just practicing on targets he set up. the scoutmaster is a hardcore survivalist (a fact that becomes vital in later seasons). so ultimately the gunshot meant nothing.

archie offers to write songs for the pussycats and josie tells him to shut the fuck up, white boy.

kevin, betty, veronica and ethel break into the school after hours to find the playbook. cheryl inexplicably shows up wearing red thigh high boots to help them. no one except for me, the audience, is excited about this development. the book they find reveals that jason had a sexual relationship with betty’s sister, implying a sort of pump and dump situation between the two. betty goes apeshit and pledges revenge against chuck.

okay. just. stay with me now.

betty puts on red lipstick and somehow successfully convinces chuck to have sex with her at ethel’s house while ethel and her parents are out of town. when chuck arrives, veronica is there, claiming that she and betty want to “share” chuck. i cannot believe he falls for this for real. betty then comes out wearing a uma thurman “pulp fiction” wig and lingerie.

betty then roofies chuck, who wakes up handcuffed to the hot tub. while veronica records the scene, betty threatens to boil him alive in the hot tub and waterboards him with maple syrup unless he confesses to his crimes, the crimes of jason and for “destroying her”. after torturing him for an uncomfortable amount of time, they take their evidence to the principal. why they didn’t just do this in the first place i’ll never know. anyway chuck leaves the school and cheryl says, out loud, “#justiceforethel”. 

meanwhile, archie gets a soundproof place in the garage to practice his music after spending the episode arguing with his dad. dilton doiley, the scoutmaster, tells jughead and betty he saw grundy’s car at the river the day of jason disappearance. episode END.

this turned out to be so much longer than i thought it would be, so i’m splitting it here. these are so long im sorry. god bless you and im sorry you had to read this. we still have like 10 eps left. i didnt know it would be like this but i need you to understand and believe how insane this series is.

thanks for readin