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thornybubbles · 5 months

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Random Gemstone Themed Yandere Prompts with the Jobros.

Warnings: Typical yandere horror stuff, abusive behavior, possible harm towards reader, disturbing situations, good guys gone yandere, anti-comfort, and canon typical violence. Remember that you alone are responsible for what you choose to read.

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Speedwagon: Prompt 17 -- Unakite- does the yandere have a point of no return or will they eventually realize how dire the consequences of their actions?

As far as yanderes go, Robert is pretty tame. His point of no return would only happen if you were ever harmed in any way. His greatest fear is if you get hurt or worse. Having his greatest fear realized would unlock a side of good ol’ Speedwagon that not even his closest friends have ever seen. Remember, he was a violent thug before he got involved with Jonathan and his quest to put an end to Dio. If anyone was ever dumb enough to put their hands on you he would revert back to his thuggish nature, only worse. It’s not a side of him he ever wanted you to see, but he’ll happily sacrifice his reputation if it means protecting you.

As far as realizing the consequences of his actions, he’s pretty lucid. He knows that breaking into your home to watch over you as you slept is not only unsettling and inappropriate, but highly illegal. He knows that following you around to keep an eye on you is borderline stalkerish behavior. He doesn’t care though. In his eyes, it's all perfectly justified. He’s extra careful to make sure you never catch him in the act of doing these things, but rest assured that if you ever did he wouldn’t bother lying to you. He’d come right out and tell you exactly why he was doing it.

“I don’t mean to be overstepping any boundaries, but the world’s gettin’ a lot more dangerous lately. More so than usual. Someone’s gotta look out for you in these dark times and I figure that someone may as well be ol’ Speedwagon.”

You’ll find it difficult to look into those big, sad, brown eyes and find any fault with him. Speedwagon a stalker? Absurd! Because of this mindset that you have about him, he’ll never really experience any consequences. You’ll just have him walk alongside you instead of trailing behind you in the shadows.

Caesar: Prompt 9 -- Diamond- what does the yandere want from their ideal darling?

With Caesar it’s all about romance. He’s no stranger to having ladies swooning over his words and actions, but just once he’d like to have someone make the first move or at least offer him something in the way of a challenge. He occasionally finds himself bored when he’s the one doing all the wooing. He flirts and flirts, but nobody ever seems to flirt back. More than even that, he’d like it if his darling didn’t just turn into a blushing mess the moment he put on the charm. Make him work for it!

If he finds you attractive, he’ll flirt the moment he lays eyes on you (though it’s mostly to annoy Joseph… at first). Maybe he goes for the traditional kiss on the back of the hand and instead of just standing there looking up at him all smitten and red-faced, you grab him by the wrist and yank him close.

“Nuts to that old fashioned stuff! If you’re gonna kiss me, then just kiss me!” you say.

And then maybe you pull him in for a kiss right on the lips. If you do something bold like that, you’ll completely throw him for a loop. He’ll stand there, feeling like his face is in flames and his heart is going to beat out of his chest. That brazen action of yours may have been the very thing that caused his yandere side to come bubbling up to the surface. You can’t just… you can’t just do that and walk away from him! You just can’t! You better expect him to pursue you now. As far as Caesar is concerned, you and him are practically engaged, so you may as well get used to him being around.

Kakyoin: Prompt 14 -- Moonstone- are there things that the yandere will hide from darling at all costs?

Noriaki definitely has a dark side. We’ve seen just how bad it can get with his first introduction while he was under the influence of one of DIO’s flesh buds. Even when he is his normal self, Noriaki has a vindictive and violent side. It’s this part of him that he doesn’t want you to see. Ever. He wants you to view him as the polite, somewhat shy boy who always manages to make you swoon without even trying. He wants you to love him, not fear him.

His dark side is reserved for people who deserve it. Like anyone that tries to interfere with his relationship with you. Let’s say some guy tries to sway you away from him while he’s standing right there:

“Hey there, hot stuff! Why don’t you come hang out with a real man, like me, instead of this skinny dweeb?” he says as he reaches over and flicks Noriyaki on the forehead, laughing boisterously at the redhead’s displeased expression.

Suddenly, the guy stops laughing.

“S-sorry… about th-that…” he stammers with a strange look on his face. “I-I was out of l-line…”

He then staggers away, staring blankly into the horizon.

“That was weird.” you say, disturbed by the whole interaction.

“Probably on drugs or something.” Noriaki comments, disinterested.

Moments later there is the sound of shrieking tires followed by the sound of a car ramming into a human body.

“That guy just walked into traffic!” someone shouts.

You turn your head, but Noriaki is quick to shield your view.

“You don’t want to see that!” he says as he ushers you away. “Let’s just get out of here before the rubberneckers show up.”

Not wanting to get caught up in a crowd wanting to see blood and guts, you agree and allow Noriaki to lead you away. Nori’s expression is grim and you wonder if he saw the accident as it happened. It worries you. The last thing Nori needed was more trauma to have nightmares about. Egypt certainly took a toll on him. He still refuses to tell you anything about why he ran away or what he was up to during the time he was gone. All that you know is that whatever happened, it nearly killed him. You lean into him and he holds you close, seemingly grateful for you for just being by his side.

As you leave the scene, Noriaki calls back Hierophant Green. The Stand slithers out of whatever is left of the lowlife’s body and returns to his master. Noriaki wants to smile in satisfaction, but he refrains. He’s very glad that you can’t see Stands, or else you would be horrified by what he’d just done.

Okuyasu: Prompt 16 -- Rhodonite- does the yandere want kids and would they force darling into having them?

(This is assuming that reader can have kids in the first place)

Does Okuyasu want to have kids? OH MY GOD, YES!!! Poor Okuyasu’s family life suffered so badly after his father became one of DIO’s followers. He longs to have a normal family again, or at least as normal as he can have while being a Stand user. Okuyasu sees having kids with you as a means of getting back the family that was taken from him. You can bet that he’ll be a great dad, if not a little over-protective. Okay, maybe more than a little…

As much as he wants a family, he will NEVER force it on you. If you aren’t interested in having kids, he’ll be a little disappointed, but he’ll settle for it just being the two of you alone.

“I’m… I’m gonna be a dad? Really? Y-you’re not messing with me are you? You really mean it? We’re gonna have a kid?!” he’ll say when you tell him you’re expecting.

Once you confirm to him that he will indeed be a dad he sinks to his knees and bursts into happy tears. After about ten minutes of that, he’ll dry up and shout, “I gotta go tell Josuke, Koichi, and everybody else in the whole neighborhood!!!”

Before you can stop him he’s on his way out the door. He returns a moment later, grabs you (gently, of course), plants a long kiss on your lips, then runs out the door again. You stare at the door. He didn’t bother to close it behind him. You shake your head and allow yourself a small smile as you close the door. You love Okuyasu, but now that you were both going to be parents, you were going to have to have a long talk with him about his over-protectiveness.

Bucciarati: Prompt 8 -- Chrysoprase- how does the yandere deal with heartbreak?

Honestly? Not very well. He should have expected this to happen and he blames himself. It was only a matter of time before you discovered his career as a Mafioso. It’s only natural that such a thing would scare you away. It was bad enough that you wanted to leave him, but the way you looked at him with fear and suspicion as you broke things off absolutely destroyed him. He tried to explain himself, tried to explain what his true intentions were: to destroy the illegal drug trade from the inside out, but it meant nothing to you. You wanted nothing to do with such a lifestyle. It was too dangerous for you and far too frightening. He understands why you want to leave. He really does.

But he doesn’t care.

He should never have pursued you in the first place. He should never have let himself get involved with a normal citizen that had no connections to either Italy’s underworld or the equally hidden world of Stands and their users. You were right about it being too dangerous for you but he was far too obsessed to let you go. He should have never let himself fall for you so deeply…

It’s far too late now. Not only is he overwhelmingly in love with you, but even if you leave him, you’ll still be a target for his enemies. You’ve already been seen together far too often, so surely some of his enemies know of your connection to him. They will use you to get to him. Most of them will be Stand users, too. You aren’t a Stand user. You will have no way to defend yourself. If you go now, you’ll be putting yourself in harm’s way. You’ll be alone, without him by your side and his enemies would take advantage of that. So, that’s why he has to spirit you away and hide you somewhere that no one will find you. That’s what he tells himself. He deludes himself into thinking that he’s doing it for your own good, but deep down he knows that he just wants to keep you from leaving. And you really are in danger now, so this is mutually beneficial! Even if you don’t love him anymore, he’ll keep you safe… whether you like it or not.

“Glare at me if you wish. Call me all manner names and swear at me if it makes you feel better. Scream until your throat bleeds. None of it will make any difference. I won’t allow you to put yourself in danger.” he tells you as he unzips your limbs.

Anasui: Prompt 6 -- Carnelian- how does the yandere deal with their darlings strong will?

Ah yes, one of JJBA’s canon yanderes…

Your strong will may very well have been one of the many things that attracted Anasui to you but, if your strong will leads you to push him away, when you’re so obviously meant for each other, then he’s going to be a lot less happy about it. He feels that he learned his lesson with Jolyne (he hasn’t). If you push him away the first time he puts on the charm, he’ll apologize and dial it back a bit. He doesn’t want to come on too strong, not like he did with Jolyne. So he’ll restrain himself and bide his time. You’ll come around eventually. All he has to do is find a way to endear himself to you while secretly scaring off (or getting rid of) any possible competition. It has to be different this time… he can’t take any more heartache.

If you still refuse him, though, he might go “full yandere”. Believe me, you don’t want that. He’s only ever done that once before and that’s how he ended up in prison in the first place. Being cheated on and then rejected by Jolyne… he can’t take anymore heartache. So if you keep refusing him, he’ll realize that he’ll never earn your love. So he’ll just have to make you love him! This will lead to a psychotic break in him that will change his way of dealing with you. He’ll grow cold and sadistic. No more simping. His patience has run out. He’ll just have to kidnap you and teach you how to love him. He’ll have to punish you when you get it wrong. He won’t permanently damage you, but if he has to break you for you to learn your lesson then he will without hesitation.

If you keep resisting even then, well it’s obvious to him that there must be something wrong with you. Maybe if he takes you apart he can find out what it is inside of you that makes you keep refusing him and remove it. He just hopes that he can put you back together again when he’s done…

“I’ve accepted the fact that I’m completely unlovable,” he’ll say in tearful rage, “but I will never accept being unloved!”

Gyro: Prompt 12 -- Kunzite- is the yandere’s motivations love, lust or something else?

All three. Love and lust go with the territory in a romantic relationship, but Gyro also wants something constant in his life that is only for him and no one else. Gyro spent much of his life living up to his father’s strict expectations and dealing with responsibilities that were foisted upon him at an early age. He found himself taking on more responsibilities when trying to earn amnesty for young Marco. Then he agreed to help Johnny during the race and teach him the art of Spin. Nearly everything that Gyro did was for someone else’s benefit. He can’t remember a time when he did anything for himself and himself only.

Gyro reasons that he has every right to be selfish when it involves you. He wants your love, your affection, your heart, your soul, and anything else you have to offer. Plain and simple, he wants you. Sometimes he feels guilty for his selfishness, but the moment you throw your arms around his waist and give him a loving squeeze, all of that guilt goes right out the window. You're his and his alone, and he wants everyone to know it. It's the reason he becomes like a rabid dog when you’re around anyone but him and Johnny. Gyro knows that Johnny won’t interfere, but other people? Not so much. That damned Dio keeps throwing you smug grins like he knows something… what’s that all about? And Mountain Tim had better keep his distance or he’ll end up with more scars than just on his face!

Expect him to do a lot of hovering whenever you’re out and about. It’s a little weird, but it seems like he’s trying to hide you with his own body sometimes, almost like he doesn’t want anyone to even look at you. For example if you go to a restaurant with booth seats, he’ll always have you slide into the booth first then slide up as close as he can get to you.

“Gyro!” you grunt uncomfortably. “Will you give me some space? You’re practically sitting on me!”

Of course he plays it off as a joke.

“Hmm? Wha? Did you hear that, Johnny? It sounded like the bench was talking to me! I must be losing it…” He’ll say, pretending that you aren’t practically wedged up under his ass.

“You already lost it.” Johnny quips, ignoring your plight completely.

He’s not about to get involved with whatever it is that’s going on with you and Gyro.

You groan and poke him in the ribs, inadvertently starting a tickle fight. It completely takes your mind off of his clinginess.

If he sees you spending far too much time talking with someone while you’re in town, he’ll grind his grills together so hard they shoot sparks. Once he calms himself down a bit, he’ll saunter over and fling an arm around you.

“Hate to break up the party, but we really need to be going.” he’ll say with a good natured smile that doesn’t at all indicate how he really feels.

That’s odd. You thought you’d have plenty of time before your group would have to get back on the road. Oh well. Guess an early start won’t hurt.

While he’s leading you away, he takes the time to shoot the person you were talking to a warning glare. The message is clear: Stay away, or I’ll make you pay! They distance themselves from you after that.

You are the only thing that Gyro has that’s all for him. He’s not sharing you with anyone!

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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year

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One weird trick to make monopolies self-destruct

Kim Stanley Robinson’s 2020 novel Ministry For the Future was a groundbreaking work: it’s the tale of a detailed, plausible transition from a world on a collision course with civilization-ending climate catastrophe to one where the challenge is met, with humanity collectively deciding to save itself:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/12/03/ministry-for-the-future/#ksr

Robinson’s book is important: it not only disproves the (variously attributed) capitalist realism aphorism that “it is easier to imagine the end of the world than it is to imagine the end of capitalism” — it also imagines the means by which that ending was brought about.

It’s a tale of what I’ve called “The Swerve”: the day we stop listening to the first class passengers at the front of the bus that’s barreling towards a cliff, rush the driver and yank the wheel before we go over the edge:

https://locusmag.com/2022/07/cory-doctorow-the-swerve/

Since the book’s publication, it has been the subject of intense foment, such as the excellent Crooked Timber seminar on the book’s strengths, flaws, and future:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/12/seminar-for-the-future/#imaginations

The latest project inspired by the book comes from NESTA and The Prospect: Minister For the Future is a series of policy proposals to someone holding that office, as proposed in Robinson’s novel, for dealing with inequality, food, demographics, networks, mental health, automation, pandemics, health, and other subjects:

https://www.prospectmagazine.co.uk/specialreports/minister-for-the-future

I also contributed a piece: “Enticing monopolies to unwind themselves,” which addresses the existential risk of monopolies: when monopolies reign, it is all but impossible to make good policy, because the monopolists can outbid all comers and turn every truth-seeking exercise into an auction that they win:

https://www.prospectmagazine.co.uk/politics/enticing-monopolies-to-unwind-themselves

That is, after all, the story of the climate emergency itself: a handful of giant firms colluding to distort science, delay action — and risk billions of lives to make trillions of dollars. Monopolies create superdense concentrations of power that, like a black hole, warp the normal rules:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/12/05/eldritch-physics/#wouldnt-start-from-here

The best time to tackle monopolies would have been 40 years ago, when all over the world, regulators stopped enforcing anti-monopoly law. The second best time is now. Lucky for us, antitrust regulators have the bit between their teeth and have vowed to halt the march towards market concentration, blocking mergers rather than waving them through:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/08/13/post-bork-era/#manne-down

They’ve also promised to take on existing monopolies, unwinding the predatory acquisitions and anti-competitive mergers that produced so much concentration in so many industries, which now rule over their regulators, hurting us in a million ways with utter impunity:

https://www.openmarketsinstitute.org/learn/monopoly-by-the-numbers

But while breaking up monopolies is important work, it’s also slow work. It took 69 years to break up AT&T!

https://doctorow.medium.com/podcasting-jam-to-day-c451dd289f2

Blocking future monopolies without ending existing ones is a huge risk. Any monopoly in an industrial supply chain can destroy the smaller firms it buys from and sells to. Think of how Big Pharma’s mergers let it gouge hospitals on drug prices, leading to regional hospital monopolies that had the bargaining power to push back. But then those hospitals turned around and started screwing insurers, who also formed regional monopolies in order to defend themselves from price-gouging.

In the end, monopoly leads to monopoly, with workers and consumers at either end of the supply chain, unorganized and vulnerable, which is why health workers make less money under worse conditions and patients spend more money for worse care. It’s not enough to prevent future monopolies — we also have to break up the ones that are all around us.

How can we make that happen without waiting 69 years while the monopolists use their vast cash reserves and influence to delay the reckoning? That’s where my proposal comes in.

https://www.prospectmagazine.co.uk/politics/enticing-monopolies-to-unwind-themselves

I am old enough to remember when corporate raiders took over companies in order to break them up and sell them for parts, rather than merging them into monopolies. Rapacious, remorseless finance assholes once stalked the corporate world, shattering firms with impunity.

What if we brought those monsters out of retirement for one more job?

My proposal is simple: a two-year capital gains tax holiday on profits from unwinding any 21st century merger involving a firm with more than £10b in market cap: “Watch them do in months what decades of courtroom grinding couldn’t hope to accomplish.”

This is a very Ministry For the Future kind of idea — one of the novel’s subplots involves bribing oil companies to leave oil in the ground by buying up all their stranded assets, and swallowing the galling proposition of giving still more money to the people who wrecked the planet.

I’m ambivalent about my proposal for the same reason I was ambivalent about Robsinson’s stranded-assets thought-experiment. But the last time I talked with Robinson, he shrugged and said, “We’ll just take it all back with a wealth tax.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dfgfh3SYu8Y

The whole “Minister” package is a fascinating one, and there is something extremely refreshing about imagining a post-Swerve future, where high officials are bent on actually addressing our most urgent problems, backed by an unstoppable political will.

Image: Sam Valadi (modified) https://www.flickr.com/photos/132084522@N05/17086570218/

CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

Jimmy Baikovicius (modified) https://www.flickr.com/photos/jikatu/22143653260/

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[Image ID: The Google 'Googleplex' office by night. It has been split in two by a giant axe, whose handle is emblazoned with the Wall Street 'raging bull' statue.]

#pluralistic #the swerve #monopolization #demonopolization #corporate breakups #corporate raiders #minister for the future #ministry for the future #kim stanley robinson

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workingclasshistory · 1 year

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starblaster · 5 months

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It is downright bizarre to me that some of you call yourselves leftists and say the most genuinely embarrassing shit like "you don't have to read theory" or "don't read 'too much' into theory" or any variation of "reading theory bad" as if literacy is not explicitly a goal of revolutionary action, as if literacy is not important to the survival and successful implementation of progressive change. It is worthwhile not only to read the theory texts you personally resonate with but also theory you may fundamentally disagree with.

I was kind of appalled talking to a self-proclaimed "leftist" at an in-person event recently who suggested that reading "too much theory is bad" because "you have no idea how much of that propaganda will creep up on you and infect your belief system" because, sorry, but are your beliefs seriously so hollow, and your convictions so weak, that you can't exercise basic critical thought?

You're telling me you can't read Trotsky despite hating Trotskyism and think to yourself, "I understand ehat he’s saying, which is why I disagree vehemently with this ideology and it doesn’t represent my beliefs at all"? Like, you can't hold any ideas in your head? You refuse to have thoughts? Are you for fucking real?

You want to talk about "propaganda"?! Do you know how militantly, readily, gleefully, and often anticommunists outright lie about what communists have written? Do you actually fucking rely on these anticommunists to summarize Marx and Mao for you because you refuse to read theory as it was written? These texts are already translated to English for us anglos and yanks from their native Russian, Chinese, Vietnamese, Arabic, etc. and also available for free online as readable PDFs in almost any language you can name, many explained and annotated on marxists.org and other leftist archives/databases because anticommunists genuinely cannot be trusted to represent any of these ideas with integrity (because, yes, communism is a genuine threat to the apparatuses of structural power oppressing the working class, people of color, disabled people, queer people, and the otherwise disenfranchised).

You are literally playing into their fucking hands with this flagrantly anti-intellectual individualist-bullshit-anarchist theory-doesn't-actually-matter stance and it should fucking embarrass you beyond disgrace to say such things as "reading theory is worthless."

#it's just so fucking maddening to me... living definition of willful ignorance

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ceasarslegion · 11 months

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On the note of that last reblogs tags i think we need to stop this trend of taking one part of somebodys story as a representation of the whole story. I think, instead of seeing someones problematic art and saying "oh they must have been a raging racist and a terrible person all the way down" we should take a moment to step back and ask "what happened after?" and even "why did he believe these things? What was the sociopolitical environment he was in? And how did that change when he was confronted with reality?"

Like, lets use dr suess as an example. He was a liberal democrat who opposed war and fascism during a time when anti-war wasnt a popular position at all and antifascism was only popular because it was the ideology of america's war enemy. And he supported japanese internment and drew some pretty racist cartoons. I completely understand why the second thing is bad, don't take me for an idiot or a defender of such actions, and im not saying you have to forgive that wholeheartedly and koombaya with him in whatever the afterlife is if you believe in that stuff, but I am saying that it's disingenuous to act like that was where his story ended regarding his racial views.

If you ask yourself why an anti-war, antifascist liberal democrat would be racist, you get a few answers: maybe he was an asshole, or maybe something about his sociopolitical environment was causing him to believe that racism was compatible with his political views. Either way doesnt change the outcome of said racism, but the latter posibility can be reached and changed if it's handled right, which is worth pursuing.

If you dig a little deeper into the why of his particular case, you'll find this quote: "But right now, when the Japs are planting their hatchets in our skulls, it seems like a hell of a time for us to smile and warble: "Brothers!" It is a rather flabby battle cry. If we want to win, we've got to kill Japs, whether it depresses John Haynes Holmes or not. We can get palsy-walsy afterward with those that are left."

Awful thing to say about an entire race of people. Makes you a bit sick to your stomach, doesn't it? But if you step back from your initial emotional response and peel back the layers here, you'll find that underneath the racism and prejudice, of which im not denying there is, he's basically saying "I think there is a direct enemy of freedom and liberty that needs to be squashed in order to protect others." Whether or not he was right or wrong doesn't change that that was what he thought and believed, which is a pretty liberal democrat position (even before the party switch) misdirected to an entire group of people whom their place in the war was not the fault of their race.

Dr suess was the type of racist who can be reached. It actually doesn't take a lot to do the reaching itself, the main work comes from whether or not the person is willing to accept that they were wrong and put in the effort to change their ways. Which, if you just end at that terribly disgusting thing he said about Japanese people, you don't see how he actually felt and acted at the end.

Do more digging and you'll find that when the war ended, he was confronted with the realities of japanese internment and how he once cried support for such a terrible practice. These people arent nazis by birth, they're just people being generalized with the actions of their government. Many were born and raised multi generation american citizens being treated like war criminals in their own home when they had nothing to do with the nazis overseas. (Sound a bit familiar regarding the social treatment of individual russians these days? That's a post for another day though)

Dr suess wasnt stupid, its also disingenuous to act like prejudice is a failure of intellect. He was a real smart guy, and after being yanked out of his bubble he completely overhauled his views and disavowed his previous statements and racism. And you also have to remember that he wasnt a politician, he was a childrens book author who did the occasional political cartoon. His power over these systems one way or another was always pretty minimal, but he did do what he could in his position: he wrote another book basically saying "I was wrong, and I'm deeply sorry. I see why I was wrong now" which was Horton Hears A Who. The one with the famous "A person's a person, no matter how small" line that was about remembering the humanity of those you're too disconnected or different from to see right away.

If you think thats too little too late, that's your opinion and you're entitled to it, but at least hold that opinion after knowing the whole story. And maybe don't end the judgement of people, especially historical figures, conveniently where the most rage bait can come from. Like I said, I'm not saying you have to love him and forgive everything he ever did just because he realized he was wrong and changed his ways, but I am saying that if you're going to judge somebody, you do in fact have to judge their whole character and not just the cherry pick the parts that make for the most outrage. Framing someone like dr suess as a full stop racist just isnt accurate unless you're talking about a very specific timeframe in his life. It's more complicated than that, regardless of how you feel about the racism itself, which isn't my place to tell you how to feel about.

#some thoughts

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claraswritings · 2 years

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I Want You To Want Me

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: llanguage, a reference to period typical attitudes to sexuality but nothing extensive, erm making out…and Reader is Chrissy’s sister. Unbeta’d so if you see any spelling errors - no you didn’t. I’ll correct them later

Summary : Robin likes Chrissy, Jason likes Chrissy - Chrissy can’t date until her sister does. Inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You

Notes: 1. I have never written Eddie before and I’m nervous to post this… And 2. I am not from the US and my knowledge of the school system is basic . Reader, Eddie, Jason and Robin- last year of high school. Chrissy - one year below.

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Robin had toyed with asking the pretty girl in the romance section if she needed help at least six times since she’d entered Family video ten minutes ago and now as she watched as the girl check her watch and headed for the exit, she was kicking herself

“Bye,” Robin muttered as she returned the girls wave and resisted the urge to drop her head to the counter.

“Say Steve?” She kept her eyes on the door for customers but tilted her head back, calling for her co-worker.

“Yeah?” Steve appeared from around the corner where he was re stocking the horrors.

“What’s the deal with…Chrissy Cunningham?” Robin’s voice dropped just low enough so that only Steve could hear her even though it was only the two of them in the store.

“I thought you’d know her, she’s one grade below you right?” Steve slid over the counter narrowly avoiding the stack of VHS tapes. He regained his composure, straightened his vest and started manually scanning them back in.

Robin rolled her eyes. She’d told Steve about how she’d developed a crush on a girl at school but hadn’t exactly mentioned who despite Steve’s pestering and now, he was being completely oblivious “No dingus…I mean…”

Steve held up his hands “Oh you mean…” he scratched his jaw as he thought. Due to him being a few years apart from Chrissy, he’d never really spoken to her. “I don’t know.” He answered.

You on the other hand had only been one grade below him and he remembered you. He’d been there when you’d reversed into Tommys new convertible deliberately and when you’d punched Curt Baxter so hard he’d wound up with six stitches in his lip. Tina had told the new kids you were a witch and they’d believed her.

You did little to shake the anti-social loser label. Your reputation preceded you so much so that now people left you alone and Steve sensed that was how you liked it.

“Erm… either way…don’t even think about it,” he dropped his voice “Chrissy can’t date until her sister does,”

“Her sister as in…” Robin knew of you, you were in the same Spanish and Math classes and she had seen you in action.

“Yep.” Steve nodded “Their mom doesn’t want Chrissy dating. So there’s a rule,” he gestured with one of the empty boxes. “She can’t until [Name] does, so um… my advice? Move on,” Steve clapped his friend on the shoulder before moving back to scanning in the returns.

“No come on, Steve, I need to just talk to her… I need to know if there’s even the slightest chance… please,” Robin leant forward and yanked one of the tapes out of his hands. “Please?” She pressed.

Steve sighed “Fine, look you didn’t hear this from me but her sister was in here the other day with Ellen Evans talking about how their mom won’t let Chrissy focus on her French because she’s pushing her with the cheerleading so much and now she’s failing and well… you’re like crazy good with languages…”

“Oh my god Steve, that’s perfect!” Robin handed him back the VHS. “I owe you one!”

“Can you cover me on Thursday? Lynn wants to go-,”

Robin groaned “Absolutely not, Harrington,” she cut off Steve before he could elaborate on his date. “We’re still forgetting one obvious problem…Who can we get to take out…[Name]?”

“Oh no. Nonono, not me” Steve shook his head before Robin could ask him for that to be her favour. “Trust me, If she made Carol cry once, she’ll eat me alive… plus I doubt I’m her type.”

He bit his tongue, wracking his brain for potential dates. “Leave it with me. I’ll have a list,”

***

Within ten minutes Steve’s already short list had been whittled down to zero. Steve balled the list up and threw it into the bin.

“I told you it’s a lost cause.”

The familiar chime of the door went off and Robin looked over at the new releases. The guy who’d walked in was tall with long dark hair and was wearing a denim vest covered in patches for bands she’d never heard of over a leather jacket.

“What about him?” Robin tilted her head.

“Eddie the freak Munson?” Raising an eyebrow Steve considered it. He’d never seen you have any clashes with him so that was a start. Eddie definitely wasn’t one of the popular kids you hated so he’d at least be able to talk to you without getting the full brunt of your angry bitch attitude plus Dustin seemed to think he was great. Maybe he could be an option

“Actually… you know, it just might work but you need a way in…like offer him something…you can’t just ask him that, he needs to get something from it…”

“Free rentals?” Instantly Robin stopped herself “Nah we need…something more…Money! we need money…” she looked over at Steve who was drumming a hand on the counter “We could pay him?”

“With what money? My dads practically cut me off so I can’t pay…” he muttered “There’s gotta be someone who can at that school…”

Robin considered it. “I saw Chrissy getting into Jason Carvers’ car yesterday… I mean he’s into her and he’s rich… and stupid” Robin pointed out “But we need someone who can talk to him, I can’t..” she looked down then up at Steve “obviously.”

Steve nodded, understanding his friends worry. “Yeah of course, look Lucas knows Jason right. He can tell Jason about the whole Chrissy dating when [Name] does right? Then he suggests,” Steve nodded his head over at Eddie “Jason will buy it cause it comes from Lucas right? He likes Lucas, I’ll talk to Lucas, I’ll say it’s a friend but not you, okay? I’ll tell him it’s like Keith or something.”

Robin considered it for a moment before she gave Steve a small smile “Thank you.” She paused “But I’m still not covering you on Thursday,”

****a few days later****

“Hey,”

You looked up from your book and found Eddie Munson sitting opposite you as casual as he liked, like he always sat there. Acting like you were the best of friends.

“Hello.” You retuned his greeting, waiting for the big reveal.

You closed your book, confused as to why he was suddenly talking to you. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him. You didn’t know him other than he’d occasionally go on eccentric rants at lunch baiting the likes of the basketball team and earning him nicknames like freak and weirdo from the popular table.

“Can I help you” Was this a strange joke, you wondered as you folded your arms.

“I’m Eddie, How are you?” He was still grinning at you like you were long lost friends, one leg up on another empty chair.

“Pissed off and sweating my ass off because this schools run by tightasses who won’t turn on the aircon and in about ten minutes I have to go listen to Ms Jenkins teach us Hemingway. Yourself?”

“You sure know how to charm a guy don’t you,” Eddie raised an eyebrow and leant over the table slightly. His hand, casually twisted a leather band on his other wrist and you drew your eyes back up to meet his.

“Really? I have? Well consider that my life goal accomplished.” You clasped your hand to your heart with a smirk “But then again you’re here so clearly, I do have something you want,”

“So the graffiti in the boys is right”

He’d heard enough about you that he been popular and said similar he’d end up wearing your lunch but coming from him… you laughed, in what was probably the first time he’d ever heard you do so.

“I paid one of the newbies 5 bucks to scratch that off” the expression was on your face was straight-laced but he could tell you weren’t serious.

“I’d have done it for free.” He grinned at you, full smile on show.

“A gentleman.” You joked and stood up, pulling your bag over your shoulder. “I’m touched.”

“Will I see you Friday then?” Eddie was up and at your side within a few seconds, following you out of the cafeteria, hoping that came out smoother than it sounded.

“Friday? What do you mean?” You stopped in your tracks confused, giving him time to get in front of you.

“Some kid is having a party. I don’t think it’s completely his idea…You going?” Eddie passed you a scrunched up leaflet in a harsh orange.

The idea of party with half of the students at Hawkins High was not his idea of fun. He’d planned on swinging by, only to make some cash selling to meat heads at double the price.

“And you think I’m interested in going to a party with the people who go here? Im surprised you are.” You looked up at him, catching his eye as he pulled a face. A smirk found it’s way across your lips “Ohh.” You clicked “Gotcha. Gotta do what you gotta do.”

The thought of drunk popular kids shelling out daddies money to a fellow outcast made you smile.

He looked side to side before his expression softened a little. The corridor was quiet, just the two of you and a few of the kids who ran the newspaper down the other end. They were too engaged in their own conversation to pay you any attention.

“You’re not scared of me are you?” He asked as if he was genuinely curious.

“No..why? Should I be?” The nonchalance in your voice was evident. You knew the rumours but given that you’d had your fair share of them about you, it was pretty clear that chances of him being in some sort of sacrificial cult was zero.

“Look, forget the party. I don’t care…Let’s just do something” he carded a ringed hand through his dark hair.

“I’ll think about it.” You pressed the leaflet back to him with a half smile tweaking in your cheeks. You’d le lying if you said you didn’t enjoy this casual back and forth. “See you around.”

“I can pick you up” he asked again.

You chuckled a little at his forwardness. “I’m going to a gig on Friday. All-women rock band from out of town… It’s at…” you gestured “this small dive bar, Radleys… It finishes at ten. You can meet me after it.”

****Friday****

Eddie had been watching you from the bar for at least fifteen minutes. The music, whilst not completely awful, was not his thing so he’d instead occupied himself by just watching you. You looked so happy, such a far cry from your stoic attitude within the walls of Hawkins High that he couldn’t help but smile. It was you and the one other girl he’d seen you with sometimes, an arty girl, Ellen.

You were in purple pants with black blouse tied off at the waist due to the humidity of the bar and your hair which had been semi back combed was coming out of its hair grip from how you’d been dancing. Your mascara had smudged under your eyes but you’d never looked hotter. Whilst he watched you move to the music, he wondered if maybe you’d come to a Corroded Coffin gig to watch him. Maybe he’d ask you.

He waited for the guests to dwindle down and the band to begin an encore before making his way over

“Excuse me…”Eddie looked from you to Ellen. “I’m meeting a friend here…Have you seen her?”

You looked up at him and bit your tongue “I heard she’s a bit of a bitch,”

“You’ve misheard. I can tell you…incase you see her…she looks beautiful.”

At that moment, the bands encore was complete and Eddies compliment reverberated around the room, causing you to bring your palm to your face to conceal your laughter.

“So are you coming to hang out with me or do you just want a lift to the totally cool party,” Eddie adopted a poor impression of some of the cooler kids for the last four words and you laughed.

“I’ll…,” you hesitated, lingering on the words “let you decide.”

“I have an idea.” Eddie said. “Right this way, my lady,”

You waved a goodbye to Ellen who was tipsy and climbing in the back of her boyfriends pick up before turning back to him.

“Lead the way, good sir,” you gestured in a royal wave as he reciprocated by offering his arm in an over dramatic way.

A short drive later and Eddie had entered a trailer park and pulled up outside of one towards the middle before jumping out and helping you.

“You live here?” You asked, surveying the outside casually as you flopped into one of the chairs outside of the trailer as Eddie handed you a can of his uncles beer under the assurance that he wouldn’t mind. Your tone was one of curiosity more than derision, which was a welcome change.

He’d seen the house you lived in, big open plan kitchen, wrap around patio and big bay windows. This was a far cry from anything the Cunninghams were used to. If he ever drove down your street, he would not be surprised if some of the elderly curtain twitchers took down his plates or called the police at the out of place van.

“Yeah, with my uncle. I’ll give you a tour later if you like… Uncle Wayne works nights so I have the place to myself a lot, I know it’s not exactly a suburban dream but what do you expect.” Eddie shrugged and slid into the seat beside you, slouching down and cracking open a can for himself.

“Actually I think it’s pretty cool.” You shrugged and leant back, the look of surprise on Eddies face did not go unnoticed. “I wouldn’t mind getting something like this after graduation. I’ll find a job then sort something but I’d need one with a spare room so Chrissy can come stay with me.“

“You two close?”

“Yeah, we always have been… i mean obviously Chrissy’s the golden child. I think our mother gave up with me when I was…” you attempted to recall with a hand wave “I think maybe about 12? I don’t like how much she pushes Chrissy yknow? She doesn’t want her to turn out…like me. She’s my sister, we might be different but I still love her…I want her to have a normal life. Like right now, I’ve asked Ellen from my English class, her mom knows my mom, to say I was at this dumb party so Chrissy can go.”

“And Ellen won’t say you were with me?”

You took a drink and shifted around a little on the chair “She won’t remember, and even if she does…as long as she sticks to the story with her parents…it won’t get back to our mom so…Chrissy’s in the clear. She can say whatever she likes at school, I don’t care”

“You know…” Eddie sat up, placing his can on the rickety plastic table between your chairs looked at you, “I think turning out like you wouldn’t be a bad thing.” Your gaze was trained on him. “I think people have you all wrong.”

“I’ve been thinking the same thing. I don’t think you’re what they say you are,” Your voice was quieter than usual but you made sure he could hear you, you felt it was important. “Not that I take much notice about what they say about me or you or anything, anyway.” you rose your eyebrows and took a drink

“Fuck it. People say all sorts about me. I live in a trailer park, my dads in prison, my mothers…” he stopped “I don’t know where she is…I’ve failed senior year…twice.” he held two fingers up dramatically “they’re going to talk”

“And they think Hellfire is a devil worship group?” Eddie stuck his tongue out dramatically before pulling an exaggerated scary face. He dropped it suddenly with a grin “We just play D&D.”

“You’re playing a game and they think you’re what sacrificing goats or something?” You laughed “God, that’s exactly why I hate high school.”

“Sometimes it’s fun to play up to it, if they’re going to call me a freak or whatever, I might as well go with it,” He bowed dramatically and then smiled at how you were nodding in agreement.

You couldn’t help but warm to him. This was the Eddie that his group were so in awe of and you could see why. Under it all, he was funny and friendly and the right kind of playful that it just put you at ease, you couldn’t help but admire it. He was actually…kind of sweet.

“You should come hang with us sometime.” He offered.

“Do I get to pick my own goat or do you choose?” You quipped making a mock throat slitting before breaking into another laugh. “Am I being recruited!” You clasped your hand to your mouth in a over dramatic display of surprise.

He elbowed you jokingly in the side and your chair toppled back . Within a second Eddie had reached out to stop it, pulling it toward as it balanced perilously on two legs, which made your laugh even louder, so much so one of the lights in the trailer opposite flicked on and an older man peered through the curtain, an annoyed look on his face.

Eddie called out an apology to the other resident and you stifled your laughter, catching your breath. He checked you were okay, only receiving a breathless nod in response.

Suddenly feeling the cold, he leant down and picked up the throw he’d brought from the sofa, passing it to you.

“I mean it. You should.” Eddie offered once more when you were settled under it. “We should hang out again.”

You liked this, just easy conversation under the dim light. The stars more visible here than anywhere in Hawkins. There was something here that just put you more at peace than you’d felt since you could remember.

You rested an arm on his chair and shuffled closer until the throw draped over you both and under the grey fabric, you noticed the first spark as you casually brushed your hand against his, Eddie linked his hands with yours and you savoured the cool silver against your skin as you rested your head in the nook of his shoulder.

“I’d like that.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

He wouldn’t need to. You’d keep good on your word.

****short time skip****

You didn’t know exactly when you realised how much you liked Eddie. If it was the following evening when you went to one of the Hellfire Club nights. The other members had been confused as to your presence but Eddie had told them you were here with him and they’d settled into normal play as usual, even attempting to include you in their conversations. You watched attentively as the other guys were pulled into his campaign, seeing how passionate he was, and enjoying how animated he got when it all started to unfold

You didn’t know if it was the next Friday when you went to watch Crawlspace together at a movie theatre, just the two of you and got thrown out for laughing at how lame it was, and ended up hanging out in the Palace Arcade, trying to cheat the machines that paid out. You ended up just getting food and sitting in the back of his van.

Or if it was you went to watch his band, Corroded Coffin, play at the Hideout. You’d appeared just as he took the stage and due to the crowd being mostly tipsy locals, you got a place by a a table at the front easily. He’d seen you he’d gave you the biggest smile, winked and came off stage to hug you in between songs, loving how much you were getting into it.

If you had to guess it would be the first time he kissed you.

You’d skived off for probably only the second time in your life to go to a paintball arena in a forest just outside of town and that’s how you found yourself crouched behind a bay of hay, scouring the area, trying to wait for the slightest sound of where Eddie might be.

The pair of you were already completely covered in paint splattered overalls but you were now down to your last few and you hadnt seen Eddie in at least ten minutes. Damn, he was good. You popped your head up for a moment to try find him and almost a second later, a paintball went whizzing by you and exploding into vivid blue mere centimetres from your ear.

Deciding to see if you could bait him out, you pretended it had made contact and let out a small yelp. Eddie appeared from behind a hay bale almost as covered at you. “Shit.” You heard him “are you okay?”

His eyes fell on the point of impact against the straw then to you standing, one hand up, crossed fingers held up “Uh-oh, rookie mistake!” as your other hand reached for your bag of paint balloons.

“Ouch.” Eddie clutched his heart, pretending to have been hurt and took on a mock shocked voice “Cheating! What a dirty tactic!”

“Or did you just fall for the oldest trick in the book.” You smirked. “I’ll give you a two second head start.”

“I think…” Eddie stalked towards you and he wiped his hands on his overall. “You owe me…” he paused and his eyes flitted to the blue paint. “A free shot”

Holding your arms out and away from your bag of balloons. “Fair deal…I will take it…”

He took a few steps back threw a bright fuchsia balloon at you, and took off as it exploded on your shoulder. You flinched and when you reopened your eyes, he was gone.

How had you already lost him? You ran after him and rounded a secluded corner. Man, he was quicker than you’d expect.

“Never turn your back.” Eddie’s arms wrapped around your back, and spun you to face him. The movement was a little too quick and you wound up falling backwards, pulling him down with you and landing, cushioned by a hay bale, Eddie on top of you.

“Oops.” You laughed, as you lifted the goggles up and off your face, throwing them to the side.

“You have paint in your hair” Gesturing, you pushed some stray curls back from his face, before taking off his own pair of goggles. He’d made an attempt to tie his hair back into a low bun but it was in vain as his hair was escaping around his face.

“So do you.” Eddie reached up and brushed some dried in green out of your hair

And in that moment, there was a pause, a mutual exchange of understanding before Eddie brought his lips to yours, tilting your chin up with a paint stained thumb and forefinger. Your hand made its way from your side to his hair as he deepened the kiss, moving his other hand from behind you to your hip.

Your other hand found his back and pulled him closer to you, and he squeezed your hip through the overall and you felt yourself warm under his touch. It was such a soft and gentle gesture that you found yourself pulling him down closer to you.

You stayed like that, lips moving in motion against each others, his leg between yours until the sudden sound of people nearby reminded you, you were not alone.

“Eddie…” you muttered against his lips, pecking gently “We should…”

“Get out of here?” Eddie finished your suggestion, a hand coming to rest on your cheek, softly. You savoured the cool silver of his rings against your flushed skin and took a moment before nodding.

“I thought you’d never ask”

With a smile, he pulled you to your feet and took your hand in his.

***

It went on like this for two weeks. Eddie would wave you over to his lunch table and pull you down so you were sat with your legs draped over his, you’d spend your evenings together and sometimes you’d spend the night. Slow, lazy make out sessions had become your routine.

He’d kiss you by your locker and walk to you to your class. The jocks would stare and call the two of you all sorts but he didn’t care.

When he’d accepted Jason’s deal, he’d been expecting you to be different. You were like him in that you were seen as a weirdo, and a social outcast but you weren’t the bitch they painted you out to be.

You were a beautiful person. You were protective of Chrissy, defensive of the art freaks even if you weren’t really friends with them. He’d seen you push Chase against a locker when he’d attempted to harass Dustin Henderson. In being his girl, you’d taken it on yourself to look out for the Hellfire kids. You never judged anything about him or wanted him to be something else. He loved how you just accepted everyone as they were.

You liked feminist poetry, Thai cuisine, and you had a soft spot for arcade games. You read comics, you loved concerts- he knew all the vinyls you owned, and the videos you’d rented. You were brilliant, clever funny and didn’t take any shit. If he was honest, he was kicking himself that he hadn’t spoken to you sooner.

Jason had however asked for one final favour. Get you to go to the latest party so he could take Chrissy. Eddie had told him it was the last time he’d do it and snatched the $100 bill out of his hand, with more force than necessary.

****a few days later ****

Asking you had been easier than expected.

And that’s how you found yourself on the eve of the party, just hanging out in the back of his van outside of one of the cheerleaders homes. Occasionally someone you vaguely knew would come by, knock twice for some baggies but beside that the two of you were left relatively to it.

“I didn’t think you knew this song,” You picked on up the music coming from the tape deck.

Eddie shrugged. “It’s your favourite…you know after you told me that, I listened to it a bit, it’s easy to pick up on…” he mimed an air guitar “So maybe I’ll sing it to you one day…” His hand brushed your hair back before trailing down your arm and linking your hand with his.

You leant in and kissed him. “You know… a few weeks ago that would have been way too soppy for me…”

Eddie grinned back at you “You’re warming to me.”

“Might be.” You quipped giving him a wink, before leaning in to kiss him once more. The kiss grew more passionate, as he used his arms to pull you into him. Lips moving in sync as you wound up lying side by side, his hand on your hip, yours at the bottom of his shirt.

The moment however would not last. A sudden call made you sit up straight.

Jason was calling out as he approached, looking throughly pissed off.

“Oi freak.” He stormed up to Eddies van and stood at the back doors, a furious look on his face “You can forget the rest of the payment. I’m not paying you to suck face with the witch for nothing. Chrissy’s dumped me.”

You felt as if your stomach was about to jump up into your throat and out onto the gravel. You couldn’t even take in that Chrissy had dumped this asshole as your mind still lingered on the bit before that.

“Paid date, huh?” The scorn in your voice was clear. You should have known. You pushed out of the van and began making your way down the street, ignoring Eddie calling after you. He caught up to you quickly and grabbed your arm, spinning you to face him. You wrenched it back.

“Can you let me explain?” He held both of his hands up. “Please.”

Summoning every scrap of nerve you had left, you made yourself look up at him.

“What did you get? Payment now, double for third base, triple if you screw me?” You bit out, with a scoff “Actually you know what…don’t answer that. I don’t want to know…”

All you hoped in this moment was that your face wasn’t as red hot as you felt inside.

“It wasn’t like that! I don’t care about the money…I care about you,”

“No you don’t…You know would never ever have done this to you…even before I knew you.”

His hand went to grab your waist and you pulled back hard. “Can you please just let me-,”

“Enjoy the money. I hope it was worth it. Stay out of my way!”

****the same evening****

“You left early.” Chrissy came in and sat on your bed, “I thought you’d be with Eddie?”

“Oh, we’re… we’re not talking. We broke up…Turns out Jason Carver wanted to get to you so he paid Eddie to go out with me so he never actually liked me.” You got up and flipped your record over to the B-side.

Chrissy was staring at the floor of your room as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders as she let out a sigh.

“When Jason told me one of the guys from the team had found someone for you so he could take me out, I had no idea…” Chrissy began to toy with the hem of her dress. “I told Jason what you liked so he could pass it on, and someone must have told Eddie and I’m sorry…I just really wanted Jason to-“

“Hey…” you reached over and squeezed her hand “None of this is on you. You didn’t know.”

Chrissy stopped, drawing breath “So I’ve been taking French lessons with Robin…Buckley and… she told me her and Steve knew Jason liked me and they came up with the idea to get him to pay your date…so Robin could spend time with me? She and Steve… they thought Jason was just paying the one date…and they thought the rest of it was all you two…”

“Chrissy…” you paused “I don’t care whose idea it was.” Eddie still only went out with me for the money…Asshole move…”

You found yourself processing what your sister said a few minutes late “Wait…you came back with Robin?? Do you like her?” You knew Chrissy liked girls just as much as she liked boys. You’d known since she was 10, but due to your mom latching on to her as the golden child, she’d had kept it between the two of you. Your mom likely would not have been so understanding. “What happened with Jason?”

“I told Jason I didn’t want to see him anymore” Chrissy was quiet. “I found out from Claudine one of the other cheerleaders that had a bet with Chase Harris that he’d…sleep with me tonight…” she trailed off.

“I’m going to kill him.” Instantly you were furious and placated only by her hand on your arm.

“Wait…it’s okay Robin helped me out… she called Steve…Harrington and he took us home and I realised that I actually really like Robin….and she feels the same… She’s so caring and she’s funny and she’s sweet and she’s really hot and-,” she paused, trying to keep her excitement down “I know what people will say so Steve’s going to cover for us… he’s going to say he and Robin are dating if anyone asks…”

Quickly you went over to the door and checked it was shut properly before returning beside her and squeezing her hand. You pulled her into a tight hug without saying anything and when you separated, a smile far more genuine than the one she got over Jason appeared on her face.

“Good for you, Chrissy I’m happy for you… and if anyone says anything… to you or to Robin… tell me.” You warned. “I’ll be only too glad to lay out Jason Carver,”

She laughed and smiled again “No, you don’t have to…All I need is for you to please, if mom asks…”

“I’m still dating Eddie…” you accepted without question. “No problem.”

“You are the best!” She gave you another tight hug, beaming as she did so and made her way to the door to head to her room and no doubt call Robin off the phone from her bedroom. She stopped and looked over her shoulder

“By the way… I don’t think Eddie cared about the money. I think he really likes you.”

***two weeks later****

You spent your lunches and breaks in the art room with Ellen who’d locked the door, you had one class with Eddie of which you decided to skip out.

If you saw him in the corridor, you’d turn and walk in the opposite direction, if you noticed his van was parked near your car, you’d wait until he was gone before going near, you’d resolved to having to ignore him every day until you graduated.

It was getting exhausting and one Friday, desperately in need of switching off, you went into Family Video to rent a cheesy movie to switch off to.

“This one’s personally recommended,” Steve held it out to you, ignoring the quirk of your eyebrow.

“And i know you haven’t seen it. I checked with Chrissy.” Robin tacked on, saving Steve from your questioning.

You’d been visiting every other day since the break up and you’d gotten to know Steve and Robin well enough to have a discussion about the latest releases.

“It doesn’t seem like my type of thing,” you turned the tape over in your hands a few times. “I don’t think I want to watch a romance when I’ve just been through a break up”

“Just…trust us.” You watched as Steve pushed his hair back off his face “If you don’t like it…money back..,oh shit, I shouldn’t mention…I, erm…”

“It’s fine Harrington. You’re alright you know…Chrissy told me what you’re doing for her…and,” your eyes flickered to Robin “Thank you. You’re a good guy.” You handed him the money and the tape for him to get the copy for you.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He turned his back to you for only moments to fit the contents of the tape.

“Enjoy!” He smiled as he handed it over. You rose your eyebrows and nodded before you left.

“Do you think we sold it?” Robin appeared beside Steve at the counter watching you leave, the glass door still swinging behind you. “Like will she open it?”

“Wait and see… if she returns it and throws it at my head..we’ll know.”

****that evening****

There was no VHS in the box.

You’d wrenched it open the second you got home and found nothing. Well, not nothing. Just a note.

“Come outside at 9pm”- written in Chrissy’s writing. Heart over the ‘i’ included.

This had to be a joke right? Some sort of feel better, literal pity party thrown for you by Chrissy and she’d roped in Robin and Steve.

9pm rolled around quicker than you expected and by 8:58pm you were on the back porch and calling into the darkness.

“Chrissy? What’s going on? What the hell are you…”

The garden was quiet.

“Chrissy?” You called again “Come on this isn’t funny!”

The shuffling of bushes made you jump and you took a few steps back, bracing yourself for whatever was coming, whatever you were expecting… it was not Eddie emerging from behind one of the roses bushes.

“Hey.” He smiled at you and your stomach betrayed you in that it still twisted.

“What do you want?” You asked matter of factly as you folded your arms, feeling exposed “Suppose you asked Chrissy to write that note?”

“You’d never have come if you thought it was me. You’d have told me to fuck off.” Eddie reasoned.

“Yeah” You shrugged and you couldn’t help but laugh “I would have,”. Exhaling, you uncrossed your arms and dropped to sit on the step “Which you can’t blame me for, I don’t know why I’m not saying that now”

Eddie shook his head “Neither do I…look it was a shitty shitty thing to do…but I need you to know I’m sorry…I should have told you,”

He looked from you to his Reeboks and back again. “I know it doesn’t change things but…” Eddie reached into his back pocket and fished out an envelope. “I want…You should have this…”

You quirked an eyebrow and against your better judgement you reached for it. The spark that shot through you when your fingers brushed did not go unnnoticed. Sliding up to open it, you reached in and pulled out the paper inside.

“Concert tickets.” You exhaled seeing the tickets “Are they for me?”

“Yeah…they’re your favourite band and I figured you’d wanna see them live.” Eddie rocked on his shoes, scraping the grass.

“How did you-…”

“I had some extra cash…Some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl…” He took a few casual strides towards you.

“Bet she was pissed.” You smirked one sided, leaning against the post of the porch.

“Mmm-hmmm,” Eddie nodded, his mouth forming into a tight line “You could say I fucked up pretty bad?”

“Oh colossally.”

Another nod, before he took two steps and dropped beside you, keeping a small distance. “Yep…especially as considering I realised…I really like her.”

He diverted his attention to the steps.

“Oh did you?” You tried not to sound surprised.

“Yeah… pretty much from the first evening I spent with her.” Eddies dark eyes were now on yours.

You laughed and he took that as an opportunity to slip one hand around your neck and into your hair and pull you into a kiss. Reciprocating for only a few seconds, you pulled back.

“You know you can’t just buy me concert tickets every time you-…”

“I’ll work my way through your record collection until you’ve seen every band you have?” Eddie joked and pulled you back in for another kiss. “I’m messing around but I know.” He placated.

“You like me too.” He separated, before kissing you once again causing you to roll your eyes slightly even though you were now smiling.

You nodded “Yes. I like you too.”

“Good. Does that mean we can start over?” Eddie asked tracing a thumb over your cheek.

“Yes.” You agreed

“In which case, how do you feel about making out on the first date?” A playful grin appeared on his lips.

You answered him by pulling him back into you sealing his lips with yours.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x female character #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

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eridanidreams · 4 months

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wip roundup London Calling: for Odysseus Gambit And A Sweet Lie, A Poison Truth: for from Stars

London Calling is set just after the end of Mankind Divided. David's flown Sloane out from Prague due to the anti-aug backlash, intending to spend quality time with his daughter (which is causing some friction because he keeps thinking he knows everything from his surveillance of her, and he really doesn't, but Sarif, y'know?). And since Adam's also in London, David gets the bright idea to introduce the two of them. After all, he's been trying to get them together for months now and Sloane keeps blowing him off and he just doesn't understand why! (She keeps telling him, "you don't need to introduce me to your security chief". Just... like... that. Not her fault he hears "don't introduce me to him...")

This is very much a WIP, and will likely see significant revisions as I continue to work out exactly what happened behind the scenes at Apex, but the part I know that's going to stay is Sloane yanking Sarif up by the short hairs regarding his actions in Human Revolution...

David leaned back in his chair and looked at them with an air of pride. “And seeing the both of you here, hale and whole, I’m glad I did.”

The very last thing he was expecting was Adam’s sardonic, “’Whole’ is an interesting way to put it, but who am I to argue?” Sloane’s brow furrowed, and she glanced sharply between him and Adam.

“What are you talking about, Adam?” David was genuinely confused. “Look at you, son!”

“Yeah.” Adam sounded unimpressed. “Look at me. More metal than meat, your name plastered all over me.” He snorted. “Pretty sure I never asked for this.”

Sloane held up a finger. “Just a minute,” she said, and David watched Adam’s shoulders stiffen. “Adam, are you saying that you didn’t consent to your initial augmentation?”

“I was unconscious,” Adam said, quietly. “There was a clause in my employment contract making Sarif my legal medical proxy in the absence of my designated proxy.”

“That,” she said, very precisely, “is not a ‘no’.”

“I—” David fell silent as she levelled stormy eyes on him.

“Adam?” she asked, in a tone of exquisite courtesy that still failed to hide the anger simmering beneath.

Adam sighed. “My left arm, chest cavity, and parts of my head and face needed to be replaced.”

“I see,” she said, still staring at David. “Let me guess, you knew that Adam was a genetic fluke, that he wouldn’t need Neuropozyne, and that because of that, you could stuff him full of cutting-edge augmentations. A showpiece and a private army all in one package.”

David winced. It sounded so crass when she put it in those terms. “That’s not—”

Sloane placed both hands on the table and slowly rose to her full height, and somehow, she managed to fill the room with her voice without raising the volume. “Medical ethics, Sarif. Have you ever heard of them? How about bodily autonomy?” He opened his mouth to protest, and “—and don’t you even try to tell me that you had the legal right, because we all know that what is legal and what is right are not always the same.”

“HE ALMOST DIED!” Sarif was on his own feet. “Do you have any idea what that was like? I thought—our entire research team was dead, and half the security force besides! I had one chance to salvage something! Salvage him! I had to make a choice, and it wasn’t just Adam’s survival on the line, but Sarif Industries!” Sarif’s breath came hard and fast. How could she not understand? “We—he—needed to be able to survive if they came back.”

She took a deep breath, and then Adam placed a hand gently on her arm. “Sweetheart,” he said, roughly, “will you do me a favor and give us a moment?” Her eyes snapped to his, and he gave her a little nod. She glanced at David, briefly, then placed a kiss on Adam’s forehead—making her partisanship clear—and stalked out of the room.

“Adam—” David’s voice cracked.

“Before you ask,” Adam said, “I didn’t put her up to that. But I’m also not sorry she said it. It needed to be said.”

David stared at him in shock. “Et tu, Adam?”

Adam snorted bitterly. “Don’t try to pass yourself off as the one betrayed, Sarif. Everything about my time at Sarif Industries was a lie, from the moment I was hired.”

David shook his head. “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think? Believe it or not, I hired you on your own merits. The rest of it,” he waved his hand dismissively, “was just a bonus.”

Adam slammed a hand down on the table hard enough to make the china jump. “No. Stop trying to weasel out of it. You did this when I called you on the hole in the firewall, and again with Radford, and by god, for once you are going to take some responsibility for your actions.”

“What do you want me to say, Adam? That I’m sorry?” David spread his hands wide. “If I hadn’t given you what I did, you—and a hell of a lot of other people—would be dead right now. Am I supposed to regret that?”

“Ah. The utilitarian argument. Greatest good for the greatest number; too bad for the poor bastard that gets sacrificed for the rest.” Adam’s snort this time was less bitter and more contemptuous. “For someone who hates the Illuminati so much, you’re quick to adopt their methods.”

#adam jensen #deus ex mankind divided #fanfic #deus ex #sloane delacourt #david sarif #odysseus gambit #eridani writes

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soup-mother · 17 days

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Hi OP, i know your post wasn't about america, but can we please talk about america? this also applies to America, hey did you know this happens in america too? oh hey this applies to america too, did you know about america? i bet noone has mentioned america yet, as an american i feel the need to mention this happens in america too. this also goes for america. america America America can we talk about america please? we should talk about how this happens in america. nothing can be talked about without mentioning america. we need to talk about america.

#my post #anti yank action

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yepperoniro · 4 months

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New fucked 3am idea.

Yandere Todoroki Family x youngest Fem Todoroki reader or oc whatever.

Warning Incest and Platonic Yanderes present.

Firstly, Y/N or Yen was born 8 months after Shoto. And she also has the half cold half hot quirk. [Because I'm so creative right @@]

anyway...

Because Shoto existed and was male, Enji didn't pay anymore attention to her than he did any of his other non-shoto kids. That was until one night at dinner when Yen called Toya Daddy. After this, Enji cared. But like Too Fucking much. He became super protective and overbearing. And rest in peace, Toya and Rei [not literally doe] that night because guess who was getting punished for Yen's mistake. And when Yen started growing into her body, things went from bad to worse for her as Enji's overprotective and overbearing became covertly perverse. Bathing with Yen choosing what she wears. When Rei confronted him about this... she was punished for even thinking it was possible. Enji isn't stupid or delusional, though he knows doing anything directly to her would be wrong, so he doesn't, but he does fantasize.

Rei's relationship with Yen is complicated at best. She is Platonic Yandere for her absolutely. She doesn't let Yen learn how to use her quirk because it could harm her. [Enji support this decision] However, most of Rei's punishments once Enji cared about Yen are Yens fault. Yen made a new friend Rei was getting punished. She kinda has been sneakily feeding Yen herbal anti-quirk remedies. [Enji didn't notice this one, though.. just assuming her weakness comes from the lack of training with her quirk.] She knows about Enji's feelings, having heard him moan their daughters name while he yanks it. But she's too afraid to say anything, thinking he might act on his feelings if anyone knew about them.

Dabi / Toya has the second most fucked relationship with Yen. As said before, Yen saw him as her father figure even though they were only 11 years apart. He sympathizes with her the most she was what father wanted but still wasn't enough. She was only 2 when he ran off, but he was still uncomfortably attached to her. Outsiders who would see photos of the two together would always raise an eyebrow. Why is his hand there as he's holding her up. After he woke up from his coma, he became more stalkery towards his family as a whole, but his sister was the most of all. He even became her only friend [Much to Rei's dismay.] in the form of a pin pal. He absolutely never ever put her in any danger. Ever. Even if it would hurt Enji the most, he couldn't handle that. When he blew the whistle on his abusive family, he pointed out the pedophic incestuous relationship his dad has with Yen. He even accused his mom of knowing and supporting his vulgarities to lessen her own abuse. [This was Rei's biggest fear]

Fuyumi isn't Yandere, not even Platonic yandere. She's just obvious. 100% obvious to her only sisters suffering. She knows dad is more protective of her, but she doesn't see the incest. Or the yandere. She also downplays alot of the abuse. But that's with all of the abuse. Not just Yens.

Natsuo is a Platonic yandere who actually has Yens happiness and health in mind incomparasson to the rest of his yandere family members who are all selfish to some extent. And he is, too. To some extent. [ You'll see in a bit.] He is the only one who is fully aware of all of his families yandereness. When the video came out his response was 'pot calling the kettle big brother what the fuck.' He knows that his mom is poisoning Yen but he doesn't know how and what to do about it. But he knows it's happening. He also knows about Shotos' actions and was very very very supportive of him going off to school and leaving. He regularly invites Yen to play games in his room until she falls asleep and he let's her sleep in his room. He does this to protect her from Shoto.

Last but certainly not least Shoto. He has a love-hate relationship with Yen except with yandere and incest. He is the only one who is physical with her, which is awful but good because at least only one of them is. He and her went through puberty around the same time, so he experimented on her often. Due to them having the same quirk, sometimes he reflects on her, and when he's having a bad day with his quirk, he punishes her for it. He is the only one who actually spanks Yen, but it is never when she needs it. Only when he decided she needed it.

Other things that happened in this au.

When the video came out, instead of bringing everyone together, it did the opposite. Rei being fearful of her youngest daughters virginity [she doesn't have because Shoto. But Rei doesn't know that] tries to run away with Yen. She doesn't get to far because Natsuo who knows about everything and is like 'um no fuck that. you've been poisoning her somehow. You can't be trusted either, and so he takes his baby sister from his mom.

Rei demands a divorce, and she is granted one once the video is released. Enji falls into an intense depression because of his wife leaving and taking his baby girl. And now the world knows about his darkest secret, and no one is supporting him. And because no one in this UN has a PR person, all are under the impression he is a child predator, which he kinda is if your his daughter [which you are oof.] Once the divorce goes through Natsuo takes his mom to court to demand custody of Yen because the poisoning... while all this is happening, Dabi has been secretly planning on kidnapping Yen.

Dabi has a Daddy kink for Yen. So does Enji, but ironically, she never calls him daddy only ever Enji or 'dever.

... there is the 3am Idea. Watch me regret posting this when I wake up for work tomorrow.

#idea #yandere bnha #yandere todoroki #yandere todoroki family #yandere enji todoroki #yandere Rei Todoroki #Yandere Dabi #yandere Toya Todoroki #yandere Natsuo Todoroki #yandere shoto todoroki #Incestuous #platonic and romantic #yandere Plat and Rom.#Yandere Incest #fucked up Idea #3:00 ideas

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shopcat · 9 months

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ahem. so i think one of the fundamental root causes of all the arguments i've had with zombiefied fandom loser people on here over the years is that there are large groups of individuals who form these Do What You Like happiness quicksand pits who will fight tooth and nail for people to have fun and exist equally among others in a guilt free, problem free, persecution free echo chamber where they've become addicted to this like slow drip of constant fandom content. so anything they don't like is negative and anyone who doesn't like those things are "antis" and they're happy living and prancing around together just coming off as a bunch of fucking tools bc they would rather live with toxic spores and rot in their communities than have like one serious discussion and have to yank their heads out of the sand for ONE second.

and these types of people will again fundamentally consider the hypothetical of someone being called like OLD or a mean name or insinuating that they "can't have fun in fandom" worse than someone being a predator, exhibiting predatory behaviour or getting off on content that commodifies people's trauma, exploits personal identity and outright sexualises children and adolescents and MORE. like any real life normal human being would be able to see the difference but they're too genuinely chronically online to be able to tell the difference.

like very recently a couple fandom accounts on twitter were called out for liking absolutely RANCID shit down to grooming and pedophilic fetishisation?, lesbians being noncon'd by men and "liking it", outrightly transphobic trans fetishism porn written by cisgender people for the benefit of OTHER cisgender people, making explicit content about minors INCLUDING artwork that depicts real life children in sexual scenarios (which is literally fucking illegal where i live like as in a 15 year sentence.) and various other pretty typical shit including racist behaviour and the response by the "fandom" wasn't "oh this is bad. we should block these people and condemn their actions because i do not align myself with this at all" it was "guys that was mean!!! let's be nice okay 🥺 this drama is making me upset i just wanna have fun with my friends i don't care if they like these things" and they made a fucking positivity account to parody it 😭 some people were more mad that the callout page was anonymous than they were about the actual content bc they weren't being transparent???. i genuinely don't know what has to go wrong in ur life for u to end up this way but fuck i hope online fandom burns to the ground a03 gets taken offline forever and anyone who even says the word "but it's fiction" gets shot in the head point blank and twitter dies faster

#it was also the last straw for me like man it wasn't even on This site but the attitude is the same everywhere #and these aren't even the like pr*ship losers who dedicate themselves to this shit right like they're pretty standard twitter users #and some pretty otherwise normal and popular artists and whatever but i like Could not do it anymore i hate you all so much #like i understand wanting to have fun online especially in a fandom which is literlalt a place to be a fan of something #but if ur so fucking STUPID and deeply genuinely embarrassing that you can't even identify when there are harmful individuals and harmful #mindsets in ur community and that you're HURTING real life people you need to get a fucking grip #but they never ever will bc theyre never the ones being harmed it's only when their happiness is threatened do they actually get mad #i literally saw someone say they're protecting their peace. bro i don't find p*dophiles and creeps among me peaceful 😭

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yuyumnami · 4 months

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The Oddest Amongst All Part 2 (Raiden Ei x Black Clover crossover)

I think my raiden Ei is a bit ooc... sorry!

Amongst all participants, there stood the oddest of them all. Long braided dark purple hair, which is very uncommon, unlike everyone who is just black, brown, and blonde.

Tall and beautiful, her neck craned toward the sky, mesmerized by many birds flocking surrounding her. She held out her arms when one bird perched on her index finger and chirped.

Raiden Ei is an enigma, that is all Yami could deduce. No mana, no grimoire. Just herself with a super amazing reflex. She dodged his attack like it was nothing, (not that he even give his all in this fight, all his attack is kinda lazy patterned, but still fast nonetheless) simply using her purple polearm that appeared from nowhere.

Maybe that's her magic?

But magic is impossible to have if there is no mana. Some sort of skill, perhaps?

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"That's mana. Can you feel them?" Yami's eyebrows twitched in annoyance to see Ei just munching her tricolor dango while comfortably sitting on Charmy's cloud magic.

"Feel...? You mean the wind?"

"No."

"Then no." Her teeth bit a sweet dango before she yanked them off the skewer.

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"Yawning without covering your mouth? Uncouth. I will pardon your rudeness this time."

Yami found himself twitching.

"Sorry, I don't understand what'chu saying. And can you shut your mouth? I'm trying to fish here." He grunted in his motherland language .

When they first met Yami got the suspicion that Ei might be a noble, or once a noble. Her tone when she spoke was like the nobles would do.

But then it changed when there was a time he murmured words in Japanese, and Ei was there to reply back to him in full Japanese as well. As well as when she was writing, she admitted she knew nothing about the kingdom's letter, instead just write her name in familiar Japanese writing.

"Are ya from the land of sun?"

"No. I am the ruler of Inazuma. The region of eternity, one that is located to the southeast of Liyue Harbor and is a close neighbor of the Dark Sea."

Inazuma, a word that hold the meaning of 'thunder'. But a region with such name, never once Yami ever heard of. Same goes to Liyue Harbor, and the Dark Sea.

Either Ei is delirious and just has a very unexplainable fantasy or some crazy shit happened, Yami wasn't even interested.

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"Oi." He called at the man behind the counter. "Register her to join the Magic Knight Entrance Exam." He said as he pointed at Ei.

"Cap-Captain Yami!? S-sure! Then- let me look at her grimo-"

"She doesn't have one."

"Eh-?"

"So, Participant 167 is it?"

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The Magic Knight Entrance Exam are going to start any time soon as more and more participants filling in the stadium. Yami looked over from the stand, arms crossing on his chest. His grey eyes bored into Ei, observing her every action. While other participants happily chattered among themselves, Ei sat alone admiring the chirping birds.

While waiting for the exam to begin, numerous anti-birds flock the venue as they pester the examinees. As Yami expected, the amount of anti birds around Ei are innumerable.

Anti-birds are birds that would pester the examinees whom have low magical power. The more anti-birds flock an individual, the weaker that person's magical power are.

"Look at her. So many anti-birds!"

"So another weaklings then. Less rival to compete."

"I bet she's a low class. Look at her outfit!"

"I think her outfit is pretty! But... isn't it a bit... revealing?" A girl's voice asked her uncertainties, hinting at Ei's revealing shoulder and thighs.

'Which means she's so poor that she can't even afford clothes to buy a well made dress!"

"What an unsightful view!"

Based on the other examinees face espressions, Yami knew they were bad-talking about Ei. While he couldn't hear them, he sure that Ei could but just paid no mind to them, instead admiring the birds. And based on Ei's expression, he 100% sure that Ei don't know at all of the purpose of Anti-bird but simply birds that worth admiring.

He sighed, while the other captains took their respective seats. 'Well, just do the best you can, Ei.'

#genshin impact #black clover #raiden ei #anime crossover #anime fanfic

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firewolf-pyro · 9 months

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CRASHED THASSA

Scene- camera turns up from snow covered ground, silence picks up to the howling of the winter winds around them. We see a half covered in snow Dalek casing on its side while the mountains behind him frame the dark cloudy sky above. The soft sound of crunching of boots in snow grows louder as the camera backs away from the casing to allow for a bright orange snow suited person to enter the frame.

Lesly: “I found another one! This thing’s life sign keeps flickering in and out.”

Actions: kneels down to white off several layers of snow covering the neck section of the Dalek’s casing. He places a monitoring device close to the vents and it flickers green then red then green again.

Lesly: “you’re going to want to down some anti/ radiation treatment before coming this way!”

Actions : he yells over his shoulder towards someone behind him. Once finished he begins to put his scanner device back in a pocket on the orange suit.

Camera: lifts and turns to look behind him. The wind is picking up a lot of snow blurring whoever is walking up to the pair of them. We can hear a very faint humming noise of classical/ opera music. An ood aproaches and stands stalk still behind Lesly as they watch him work. We can see up into the Ood’s expressionless face.

Ood: “would you like some assistance?”

Actions- holds their translator device out as they speak then hooks it back to their blue jumper afterwards. They looked from left to right over the casing that is quickly being covered in snow again via the snow storm then wiped some snow off of his own shoulders.

Camera: catches sight of two more in bright orange snow suits walking towards the three as it turns back to look over the shoulders of Lesly and the Ood.

Lesly: “yes please, help me get this thing open, there’s no way we’re going to be able to drag the whole piece of machinery back to base. Not in this weather.”

Actions: begins yanking at the vents of the neck piece trying to pull it open. He eventually moved to the dome and begins pulling it up away from the neck rungs.

Ood: “Of course.”

Actions:they walk to the other side of the Dalek and scoop some snow away from the back to kneel down and begin pulling the dome. With both Lesly and the Ood yanking at the dome we hear a crack and the crescendo of the very faint music is in the background.

*note* this music is only heard when BOTH the Ood and the Dalek are in the same scene.

Lesly: “god that stinks- oh it’s half frozen.”

Actions: he reaches a hand into the opening of the casing. He jolts a little causing the Ood to look at him with a tilted head then smiles, his joke not having any real reaction from the Ood.

Lesly:” half frozen - just like the other one. This one’s clearly not humanoid tho- man I hope we aren’t killing it by ripping it from the housing whatever this is.”

Actions: he reaches both arms into the opening of the casing and drags the half frozen pail blue squid like mutant out of the casing. It takes him a second to yank it out, some wiring and tubing come out with the mutant and dangle from its sides.

Ood: “would you like me to hold them for you.”

Actions: holds their hands out as if expecting Lesly to hand the mutant over to him. They are given the mostly frozen thing.

Anis: “well isn’t that the ugliest looking squid I’ve ever seen.”

Actions : steps into frame so all we can see is her legs covered in the orange snow suit. She kneels down soon after to be face to face with Lesly.

Anis: “it’s almost as blue as you are, Bastion.”

Actions: she waved behind her to be on the other to join them. They then reach over to poke at a tendril that does not move in response.

Bastion: “stop ogling it out here in the middle of nowhere. We need to get the human thing back into a building so he doesn’t go into permafrost.”

Actions: they’re heard from out of frame while the three work on standing up from the deep snow. They are all having difficulty, tho the Ood seems to have it the easiest despite them holding a 4’ long mutant.

Scene: follows camera as it lifts over the scene so we can see the snowy ground with footprints all around the mostly burried Dalek casing. The group of three at the casing move around it back to Bastion who is standing next to a cot with a blanket wrapped Henry on it. He lifts it up with Anis once they get to them.

Camera: follows from above as the group walks into the snowstorm. It stays at a fixed point while we watch the orange suits vanish into the storm. Camera begins to fade to black to end scene.

Scene: we open in one of the labs under the facility in the snow. The open room has white walls with cabinets of equal color all around. The counters are mostly open with cool lockers on them and fridges alone at the end of each. At the center there is a computer desk right up against more counter space with black topped counters that have gas’s and water connections to them. Splayed out on the center toos is a plastic bag with a melting blue mutant Kain ontop of it. There is water and slide spilling off of the edge of the countertop onto the tiled floor below.

Camera: is angled right over the black toooed counter. We can see in detail the slowly thawing and melting mutant that is lain there.

Bastion: “oh nasty- it’s melting all over my floors!”

Actions: comes running into frame and presses a bright white towel over the edge of the counter to stop the flow of liquid. It is clear from how it seeps through the towel that the liquid is thick more like mucus than water.

Camera: lifts so that it is looking over the full counter space so we can see Bastion working. He moves the cloth under the now very wet and floppy mutant to pick them up from where they are laying.

Anis: “did the Ood really just leave it there like that? Is it falling apart?”

Actions: she enters into the room from the doorway and rests a clipboard with some paperwork in a clean part of the counter next to the puddle of sludge. Reconsidering it she moved the clipboard backwards fla few feat

Bastion: “yes, how’s that boy doing? He looked pretty frostbitten when we finally got him in the medical bay.”

Actions: he brings the sopping wet mess to the sink and set the whole bundle into the basin there. He then turns to grab another towel to clean the mess up from the counter.

Anis: “He’s getting better, their burns have already started to heal. We have only administered one dose of medication an hour ago and yet those burns are nearly pink. That’s not the weird part tho, a woman showed up at our doorstep just minutes after we got that young man into the medical bay.”

Actions: she pulls out a stool and sits down on it to lean her head on her hand. She watches the sink with a look of interest, tapping a pen on the surface of the paper on the clipboard.

Camera: follows Anis as she stands from the counter and walks to the sink. Bastion stayed where he was cleaning the slime up off of the counter.

Anis: “she claims to be part of Torchwood, have you heard of that before?”

Actions: she leans over the counter to look into the basin. Without much prompting she pokes her pen into the squishy mess within it.

Bastion: “Torched Wood? Like that one dude with the time traveler wrist watch, what’s his face- Harkness or something?”

Actions: sets the towels aside into a bin. They watch Anis use their pen to lift a flimsy tentacle up from the basin and let it flop back into the pile.

Anis: “Yeah, that’s about right? Well, this Olesia Girl- she showed up at our front door- completely pristine- not a scratch in her, just wanting to be let in from the cold.”

Actions: she stood up from the sink and looks around the room as if she is looking for something. With a hum she steps away from the counter then begins opening drawers.

Bastion: “Uhuh…. Untouched? Yet this man is covered in cuts, bruises and burns.”

Actions: continues to watch Anis pace the room looking for something. He takes a seat on the stool she had pulled out only moments before.

Anis: “She was asking to see him, she also asked if we had found anyone else. I told her no, just the kid and … well, I mentioned this thing but-…”

Actions: she stands up straight once she found what she was looking for. A uv light torch used to look for fungal infections. She walks to the sink again and begins shining the dark purpley blue light over the mutant in the sink.

Bastion: “so we’re missing a person then? Or multiple people?”

Actions: pulls the clipboard closer and looks it over. He looks barely interested in this conversation.

Anis: “probably? There was that crash earlier. Maybe there is an entire crew missing. Woah-“

Actions: she leans further into the sink to watch the light react with the skin of the mutant. She continues to shine the light over the flesh.

Scene: we see in the sink the mess of tendrils and slime. The lights flowing over the body leave darker blue streaks that quickly fade into the soft pale blue flesh. The mass soon begins to shiver, the tendrils beginning to shift and slide around in the mass as the form convulses.

Anis: “woah come look at this-“

Actions: she stands up straight and waves Bastion over. She continued to shine the lights over the form but begins holding the light closer to the body.

Bastion: “It’s… it’s still alive?”

Actions: he stands and walks over to the sink. He leans over the basin and watched with Anis as the light trails are absorbed into the skin of the creature.

Scene: the shivering worsens. The creature looks to be just a mess of moving tendrils. It is a constantly turning and squirming ball. Once it had righted itself? The eye at the center opened slowly, all tendrils coil close to the core making the mess look much more like a blob.

Anis: “it issss- it is alive!”

Actions: she cackled loudly as she sets the light on the side of the sink. She paces in front of the sink for a moment before rushing off to grab yet another towel.

Bastion: “ but it’s heart wasn’t pumping…. It- wasn’t breathing- it was nearly frozen solid…”

Actions: continues to lean over the sink to watch the creature shiver and shake in the sink. He cautiously reached a hand out as if to touch it before stopping and pulling their hands back.

Scene: Anis returns to the sink with a clean towel. They grab the mess in the sink and pull in into the towel, bundling it up so that most of the tendrils are concealed in the fabric. We can hear a slight coughing coming from the creature in her arms. Anis and Bastion both turn to exit the lab.

Anis: “come on then- back up to the medical station with you. I really want to get a good look at that blood of its- the green from it made me think of chloroform - I just, I had a hunch and I was right!”

Actions: she cackled loudly as she walked out of the lab. The doors close behind both her and Bastion leaving the lab quiet.

Camera: turns downwards to look onto the clipboard. On it is a diagram of a virus with a few scribbles around it. The name in red on the top of it is Lupis Malus. It cuts to black leading to credits.

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