#does that mean i was mentally prepared for the repercussions of sending such an ask ??
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Fox isn’t surprised when he finds someone inside his shitty apartment when he opens the door, not when that someone is Thorn, since he had insisted he gave him and the rest of the Guard - or former Guard you should say - squad a key to it, just as a security measure since he insists on living alone and barely contacts them.
He just went out that day to get some groceries - yes, now instead of guarding assholes for life he just does mundane things like that one - but still, he could’ve warned him that he was going to come.
“Hey, Fox!” he says, smiling warmly at him. Even as the war went on, that smile has never lost its particular shine. How he managed is still a mystery to Fox.
“Thorn,” the other greets him, stepping inside. Despite everything he can’t help an amused huff seeing Thorn all comfortable on his couch. “I see you’ve made yourself at home already.”
“Well, you know, since I was all alone in here…” Thorn replies, before getting up and dragging Fox into a hug. “I’ve missed you, vod.”
Fox doesn’t like how easily he melts at the contact, but by now he’s gotten used to it. He receives so little physical affection that when he actually does it’s so intense that he almost cries - almost.
“I’ve missed you too.”
Since he’s there, Thorn makes himself useful by helping him with the groceries, putting them in the places they belong to.
“So… wanna come to 79’s later?” he asks, closing the fridge but not before taking a bottle of water and drink it like this was his home and he could do anything he wants with no repercussions. It’s all Fox’s fault: he let him get away with it at first in the name of hospitality, and now it’s gotten out of control. Oh well, it’s not like he can order him to stop now - he doesn’t have a rank anymore.
A sigh leaves his lips then. This isn’t the first time Thorn has attempted something like this, but by now he should know how it’s going to end.
“No.”
If his dry answer fazes Thorn at all, he doesn’t show any sign of it.
“Okay. How about tomorrow?”
Fox shakes his head. “No.”
Now Thorn’s enthusiasm begins to look a bit deflated, but he still doesn’t lose hope.
“Would you like to come any day this week?”
“No.”
This time a sigh leaves Thorn’s lips.
“Alright maybe let’s not go to 79’s,” he says, “How about somewhere else? Dex? You used to love Dex! Or we could go to this nice place Thire told me about--”
“Thorn.”
“Yes?”
“I’m not coming.” Fox gestures to the other. “If you want to have fun go, I’m not stopping you. Just leave me out of it.”
Thorn takes a deep breath.
“Why are you so determined to be stuck in your little hole?!” he asks, exasperation overflowing at every word, “You have the right to have a life! Nobody’s going to deny you that anymore!”
Unlike Thorn, Fox isn’t a fool; he knows that his situation is not as easy as he makes it out to be: even if the Clones Rights Bill has been approved, it’ll take some time before the rest of the galaxy will see them as actual people, and Fox himself isn’t also exactly loved by his vode.
He doesn’t blame them: he was the one who raised his blaster against one of his own; he didn’t kill him only because he had missed his heart by a small margin.
If he wasn’t exactly well-loved before - it goes with being a Corrie, as they called it - from that point on he became absolutely hated. He doesn’t blame them nor he tries to justify himself, even as he has to admit he doesn’t have many memories of that day in the first place; still, he’s not a coward and he refuses to hide behind such a pathetic excuse.
The thing is this: Fox doesn’t belong anywhere anymore; he knows there isn’t a place in which he’s welcome.
It’s fine, solitude isn’t that bad, even if it wasn’t supposed to be part of any of their lives, but he’s gotten used to it.
Besides…
“I do get out. In fact, I just came home after I got out.” It’s a weak retort, but someone has to make that point. As expected in fact, Thorn’s completely unimpressed with that comeback.
“Grocery shopping doesn’t count.”
“Not just that,” Fox weakly mutters.
He’s not lying though! Two days ago he got out to meet with Bly! Sure, they have avoided going to 79’s or any other clone created space, but they still saw each other, they still went for a walk, they still talked, they still acted like friends.
Of his old batch, Bly is the one Fox sees most; it used to be Ponds, but then… Fox doesn’t want to think about that. Apparently Bly has forgotten that his brothers can take care of themselves and has the need to be act like a mother even when that’s totally unnecessary - nevermind how relieved Fox feels when he comes visiting, that’s totally unrelated.
With Wolffe he mostly speaks via comms; they guy is still so busy trying to find a place for the Wolfpack, and although Fox doesn’t blame him - he would’ve done the same for the Guard - he’s glad that his men managed to find it on their own.
Hell, even Cody makes himself known from time to time, even though it’s mostly by sending holos from his most recent travels - yes, he always said that he wanted to explore the galaxy after the war, and now the son of a bantha is truly doing it.
Excluding his batch, the only people that remember his existence are Stone and Thire, who make a point to visit when they can, and Thorn, who is the one who bothers him most often.
No matter how you put it, in the end Fox is very much alone.
It’s just self-preservation, nothing more nothing less, really: the Coruscant Guard has always been in a weird spot, because they’ve been looked down by the majority of the vode for not fighting frontline.
Now, with the discovery of Palpatine’s true identity, things have only gotten worse because they’ve been suspected of working with him, as if they haven’t been simply other pawns for him to manipulate. Not that they have ever been accused directly - except from some drunk vod at 79’s - but it was easy drawing conclusions with the way they were looked at, or the general distrust that the vode reserved them, like they could still be working against them.
At least Fox has managed to shift the blame around so that instead of “the Guard worked with Palpatine” people go around saying that only Fox did. His reputation is already damaged beyond repair, so why not? At least the others will get that second chance at life that he knows he wouldn’t get either way.
Deep down, very deep down, he envies them, because they truly are free, unlike him, who will be chained to his past crimes until the day he dies and probably even after - he shivers just thinking about how he’ll be remembered by the future generation, if he’ll be remembered at all.
Still, it all becomes meaningless in front of the pure joy he feels when they narrate him the last shenanigans they get themselves involved in. They are truly free and happy now, and Fox is happy for them.
… If sometimes he wishes their places were switched, that he was the one who could live freely as his heart desires, well, that’s something only for him to know and keep secret.
Sometimes he thought about confiding in Thorn, the only one he’d ever consider burdening with this stuff, but every time he decides to do he quickly changes his mind; it’s not worth it.
Now more than ever he wants to scream, not even at Thorn in particular, just scream, as if all his anguish and problems would disappear just with that. It would be too good to be true
It’s not that he doesn’t want to get out, it’s just that he can’t. It’s not safe, it’s not…
He’s afraid of all the stares he’d get, of all the words that would be thrown at him. Normally it wouldn’t phase him - he’s used to it - but day by day he’s becoming more susceptible to his emotions again; it almost makes him miss that time when he was so detached to seem almost a droid. At least he could get things done back then, not like now that he has to mentally prepare himself to go out at least one day before.
At least now he’s free, however, isn’t he?
Technically he could go wherever he wants, could do whatever he wants, if only… No, he can’t. People wouldn’t be happy to have him around.
Thorn tries again. He’s gotten so close to Fox that if he was someone else Fox would’ve already tried to put some distance between them, but with Thorn he’s used to it.
“Fox, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t. I--” Kark, his voice is breaking.
“Nobody’s stopping you. In fact, the only one stopping you is yourself, trust me,” Thorn reassures him. “I know you still feel guilty, but most vode have gotten over it. In the end we were all in a shitty situation. Besides, you did hesitate in the end, didn’t you? That’s why Fives is still alive and why we discovered who the Sith Lord was.”
What Thorn is saying makes sense, but this doesn’t mean that it’s easy for Fox to accept it; after so much time spent with self-hatred as his only constant companion, he can’t act like he never thought any bad things about himself. Besides, he doubts the rest of the vode really have forgiven him.
Still, Thorn wouldn’t lie about this, because as much as the fool still insists on wanting to cheer him up, he knows that he won’t accomplish anything by telling lies - actually, he’d make things even worse - and there’s still the fact that deep down Fox wants to leave his place, wants to do something with his life, but… it’s scary.
“Even if I decide to leave, it’ll take time before I can organize anything,” he says, because it’s so much easier saying that rather than to admit that he’s the one who needs time.
These last months have been hard for everybody, but nobody talks about how especially hard they’ve been for Fox. He’s just so tired of everything.
Yes, that’s it, he’s tired. If he could he’d disappear without leaving any trace, but he knows that if he does someone would come searching for him; in the end there are some people that care about him, but at this point Fox wishes they didn’t because it would make his situation easier: he wouldn’t hold onto that love he still scarcely receives anymore, he wouldn’t suffer because it’s still so little.
Whose fault is that anyway? It’s his. It’s him the one who keeps pushing people away. It’s just that he craves and hates the attention at the same time, a contradiction that he still hasn’t sorted out.
He’s so focused on trying not to lose it in front of Thorn that he barely notices him moving them to the couch. He does feel it however when he closes his arms around him, when he kisses his forehead, when he says that it’s fine, that it’s ok, that he’s safe.
Fox has gone so long without allowing this kind of softness in his life, but damn he missed it. If he began to let people closer again it might happen more often, but how is he supposed to do it?
He doesn’t know how much time passes before he gathers enough strength to speak. He won’t lie: staying like this almost makes him want to curl into a ball and fall asleep in the security of Thorn’s arms, but it’s something that Fox would rather avoid, at least for now. Maybe in the future he might be able to let go and actually do it.
“I want to leave,” he eventually says.
“Leave to where?” Thorn asks.
“I don’t know, but I want to travel.”
“We can do that,” Thorn replies, smiling at Fox, “We can do whatever we want.”
Yes it’s true, they can…
“You think Thire and Stone would want to come? It would be nice having the squad back together.”
“I’m sure they’d love it.”
Fox doesn’t know if Thorn’s actually right, but it’s reassuring to hear him say that.
For now he’ll bask in his brother’s warmth for a bit longer. They can plan another time - there’s no rush after all.
The idea of the outside isn’t something he’s still entirely comfortable with, but Fox would also be lying if he said that he isn’t looking forward to exploring it. Coruscant is pretty and all… but he’s grown tired of it.
He might still not have found his place in the new word, but who knows, maybe there’s hope for him yet.
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Do you think Hordak abused Catra, or was it a two-way exchange? I had this tussle with a Catra stan trying to claim she was innocent and it was Hordak doing everything wrong in the situation and wanted to hear what one of Hordak's biggest fans thinks.
Ah, anon, this is such an interesting question! And it’s definitely one I see people fight over time and again. I’ll give you my opinion, though I warn you and everyone who reads this: the nature of Catra and Hordak’s relationship seems to me to be a subjective one. How abusive, how reciprocal, and ultimately how distressing one finds it is often dependent upon one’s own views. That said, I shall give you mine.
Official disclaimer: this is all based upon how I interpret these characters and how their interactions make me feel. Your mileage may greatly vary.
First and foremost, let me answer this question: does Hordak hurt Catra? Yes. Yes, he does. He uses a machine to suffocate her. It is bad. He also plans to send her to Beast Island. He should not have done it. He is a bad man with bad leadership methods.
Now, with that established: did he abuse her?
Ah. Hm. Hmm.
To me, this is not “abuse” in the way that what Shadow Weaver does to Catra is “abuse.” And I emphasize “to me” because, again, your mileage may vary. I have a certain sense of what I interpret to be “abuse.” And my sense may not be your sense. Heck, it may not even be the showrunners’ sense! But it’s mine, and that’s what I’m going with when discussing this.
and yes, I am bringing Shadow Weaver into this, so prepare yourselves
Hordak’s treatment of Catra is wrong, of course, but it’s not the same thing as what Shadow Weaver does to her. And it’s not something that makes me uncomfortable in the way that Shadow Weaver’s actions make me uncomfortable.
Part of the reason for this is the motivation behind it. Why does Hordak do this to Catra? Why does he physically harm her? Why is he so harsh?
Well, short of asking him, we’ll never truly know, but in my opinion, he is harsh and draconic and violent partially because of his “upbringing,” and partially because he is afraid. He spies and attempts to control everyone because he is afraid. And he is afraid because, once someone learns his secrets and figures out how to turn off his life support, he can be smacked around and broken over one’s knee like the grumpy toothpick that he is.
And cruel as his methods are, evil as he is, he’s pretty much right, isn’t he? As we all know, Catra achieves this. She figures out the secret to Hordak’s armor and essentially usurps him. In all of twenty seconds. Violently. Painfully. With plenty of humiliation involved.
Add to this physical vulnerability Hordak’s tendency to be easily manipulated due to his own emotional issues, and it’s not difficult to see why he might feel the need to rule with an iron fist. Hordak has precious little room for error, not just in terms of keeping on top of the Fright Zone hierarchy, but in terms of keeping his life. He’s killable. He’s really, disconcertingly killable. And beyond being killable, he is manipulable and easily influenced.
Even exile to Beast Island can be viewed as an extension of this: if someone is a legitimate, untrustworthy danger to him, then they must be eliminated. And Catra, due to her lies and her personal motives, ends up being an untrustworthy danger.
So that’s one reason I don’t view this as traditional abuse: Hordak’s motivations appear less “abuse the child for a power trip” and more “I need to keep everyone in line because if I don’t, there’s a pretty legit chance that I’m going to die.” There’s a self-defense aspect to it. It’s a weird, fucked up form of self-defense, but it’s there.
Shadow Weaver, on the other hand… well, I’m not entirely certain of her motivations. She doesn’t hurt a military-trained, dangerous teenage cat person that could kill her; she starts off very plainly hurting a frightened little girl. I have my own sort of pet theory why, but this isn’t really the place for it, and it’s entirely speculative. I feel like we-the-viewers don’t really get much of a reason for why she treats Catra the way she does. Oh, she claims that it’s to make Catra stronger, but that’s… kind of a weak reason, to me. Again, I have my thoughts, but this isn’t that post.
The point is, whatever Shadow Weaver’s motives, I don’t read them as “messed up self-defense” the way I do Hordak’s. Which is why her torment of Catra reads as true abuse to me, while Hordak’s punishments read more as overzealous, maladjusted discipline.
Now, one could definitely argue that the only reason Hordak needed to defend himself from Catra is because he wronged her in the first place, and this is a legitimate argument. However, I would counter that Catra ended up being dangerous not only to her enemies, but to her friends as well. She tazed Entrapta and all but killed her. She used Scorpia whenever it was convenient and otherwise threatened/neglected her. She pretty much made a game of one-upping and trying to kill Adora. Being kind to Catra wasn’t some sort of guarantee of safety, and really, I don’t think Hordak was in the sort of place to take that kind of gamble, physically or mentally. So to me, this is a bit of a moot point.
The other big factor in why Hordak’s treatment of Catra doesn’t read as traditional abuse to me is how it affects Catra. In short: it doesn’t seem to. Not really. Not beyond keeping her in line and ensuring that she is afraid of him enough so that she doesn’t try anything. It’s not like Shadow Weaver’s lifelong abuse, which causes severe, traumatic damage to Catra and is essentially responsible for her being the way she is.
Catra is able to break off from Hordak with no emotional repercussions even before she physically bests him. What he’s done to her, while painful and morally wrong, doesn’t appear to have lasting effects. It doesn’t affect her view of herself. It doesn’t add to her pathology. She doesn’t feel the need to continue chasing his approval.
Compare this to how Catra responds to Shadow Weaver even after having “defeated her” and supposedly moved on: she’s still deeply hurt by her, still bound to seek her approval and esteem, still driven to tears when Shadow Weaver rejects her yet again. Nothing like this happens with Hordak; he hurts Catra, yes, but he doesn’t damage her, if that makes sense.
The reason for this is rooted, I think, in the roles these characters play for one another. Catra isn’t much affected by Hordak’s physical punishment because he doesn’t really mean anything to her. He’s her boss, not a father figure or anything like that. More importantly, he’s a means to an end: a source of respect and authority that will provide her with the ability to get what she actually wants: Shadow Weaver and Adora’s respect and approval. Shadow Weaver, on the other hand, is Catra’s mother. She’s supposed to be her source of affection, security, and emotional support. And so when she hurts Catra, it leaves legitimate emotional scars. Which is what marks it as abusive. Again: to me.
Now, briefly: did Catra abuse Hordak?
My assessment of that is a bit more difficult. It’s a little rougher, I think, because despite being a traumatized child, Catra was able to perform some heavy emotional manipulation on him, and I suppose one could argue that she causes more lasting damage by using his emotional insecurities and connection to Entrapta against him. I guess her motivations also seem to leave “self-defense” territory and wander into “using you for personal gain.”
And in the end, he does end up forming an emotional attachment to her that leaves him distraught upon learning of her betrayal, so… hm. Hmm. I guess one could argue that she “abuses” Hordak the same way she “abuses” Scorpia and Entrapta. Perhaps. Her actions do give me a certain emotional discomfort that Hordak’s do not. So… maybe yes? I would personally classify it as some sort of abuse? Even though it distresses me to do so, because I know Catra is in pain. And it’s not the same as what Shadow Weaver does to Catra. And it’s definitely no where near the level of abuse Horde Prime visits upon Hordak. Like, not even close.
So… yeah. It’s probably odd to read, but the way Catra harms Hordak feels stranger and more distressing than how he harms her. She’s certainly not innocent. To me. I cannot stress “to me” enough.
I suppose, to close this off, what I think of Hordak’s actions toward Catra is less “abuse” and more “assault.” He physically hurts her, because he is a bad man with leadership skills steeped in brutality, but it never goes beyond that. It doesn’t cross that line for me. That line is hard to define, of course, but I’ve tried to compare the Hordak/Catra situation to the Shadow Weaver/Catra situation to give you a better idea of where it lies for me. Catra’s actions toward Hordak are a little more difficult because of course she’s so young and so hurt, but they do feel different to me, enough so that I think they cross that odd line into abusive. But only just, I think.
My verdict: Hordak doesn’t abuse Catra so much as he assaults her, and Catra does some sort of weird emotional-manipulation-pseudo-abuse thing to Hordak that disturbs me, but it’s weird because he’s evil-man Hordak, and she’s a damaged child, so I get how odd that sounds. *sigh*
actually I have a masterpost on that if you’re interested
So: that’s my answer, take it as you will. I accept all comments and angry screeching, so feel free!
#catra#hordak#shadow weaver#she ra#aw yeah i'm putting it in the main tag antis come out and play#Anonymous
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Mario Lopez speaks out on Pager U about transgenderism and the idea that parents are letting their children to choose their own gender, to which Mario says, it's dangerous to let your child choose their gender when they're not old enough to make such decisions.
This is what he had to say:
“Look, I’m never one to tell anyone how to parent their kids obviously, and I think if you come from a place of love, you really can’t go wrong.”
“But at the same time, my God, if you’re three years old and you’re saying you’re feeling a certain way or you think you’re a boy or a girl or whatever the case may be, I just think it’s dangerous as a parent to make this determination,” he continued. “Then, well, okay, then you’re going to a boy or a girl, whatever the case may be … It’s sort of alarming and my gosh, I just think about the repercussions later on.”
The 45-year-old entertainment host explained that when you’re that young “you don’t know anything about sexuality yet, you’re just a kid.”
https://faithit.com/mario-lopez-dangerous-kids-pick-own-gender/
Reading this, I would applaud for his statement because if we're gonna be responsible parents (as a privilege given by God), we're are to guide our children in the right way (in the way of serving and loving God) and leave the discussion of sex and gender when they are older.
Children are not mentally prepared for things like that neither they should be thinking like that.
However, sadly Lopez had to "apologize" for his statement on children picking their gender. Because his fame is much more important than God.
In a statement to PEOPLE on Wednesday, Lopez apologized for his remarks.
“The comments I made were ignorant and insensitive, and I now have a deeper understanding of how hurtful they were,” he said. “I have been and always will be an ardent supporter of the LGBTQ community, and I am going to use this opportunity to better educate myself. Moving forward I will be more informed and thoughtful.”
https://www.google.com/amp/s/people.com/tv/mario-lopez-criticized-comments-parenting-transgender-kids/amp/
This is no surprise to Christians. We are called to stand by the truth, and proclaim the gospel to those who are lost. Anyone who denies this stance concerning sexuality, is ultimately denying Christ.
Matthew 16:25-26 KJV
25 For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it.
26 For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?
Am I saying that telling an LGBT person this precious truth, is hate? No. Disagreement does not 100% equal hate. We are called to love our enemies and pray for those that persecute and hate us. But by no means we should shrink away from the faith because of the majority will be against you for standing for the truth.
To any of the LGBT people who will see this post, I will let you know: I don't hate you. No, in fact I will not stand for unjust treatment of LGBT kids rejected by their families. But, at the same time, I won't say that I will condone that behavior, because that's not how God created you to be.
Genesis 1:27 KJV
So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.
The truth is, we inherited the sinful nature of Adam and Eve, and not it caused a wall between our relationship with God, it affected our relationship with our fellow man, including our sexual relationships and how we identify ourselves.
I don't think anyone of us realizes that identifying ourselves anything other than the gender we were assigned to since birth, is a form of hatred towards God, when He had loved us and considered us His most precious treasure.
God knew us before He "formed us in our mother's womb" (Jeremiah 1:5) and has determined who we are, personality and genderwise.
And sadly, because of our rebellious, sinful nature, we choose to reject God's ways and decide we can choose our gender. God doesn't want this for His creation. He wants us to live with Him, and fix our relationship with Him. And unless there is anyway to undo this constant rebellion, any sinner (including LGBT people) that doesn't acknowledge this as an act of sin, will not be part of the kingdom of heaven.
1 Cornithians 6:9-10 ESV
Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality,10 nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.
So you're probably asking, "How can I even hope to enter heaven if God says that anyone including LGBT people who does these things can't enter there"?
Well, I have good news for you. God has provided a way for all of us to really enter heaven. How he did it?
John 3:16-17 NKJV
16 For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him [obeys His word] should not perish but have everlasting life. 17 For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved.
Because God loves all of you so much, that He gave His Only Son [Jesus], who He also love, that you will feel that nothing in this world, even what you identify as, will never satisfy your needs. The only one who can fill the emptiness in your heart, is Jesus. Who took the hit for you, for the punishment of sin. It was our sin (including homosexuality) that crucified Him, and it should have been us who should be crucified there. But Jesus decided to take our place there.
Because of LOVE!
It was love that by what He did, is so we can have a second chance to enter heaven again and have a relationship with God, like a father who is waiting for his rebellious son to come back.
Because God loves us so, He will not force His love towards those that don't want it. The beauty of how He created us, is that he gave us free will and the freedom to choose of we want to follow and obey Him, or choose our own way, but end up lost forever.
I hope that even someone out there, may see this that may have the hope and desire to be right with God again.
God is calling you home! The only question remains, do you want to return home?
#faith#bible#lgbt#gay#lesbian#trans#transgirl#transman#transgender#bi#biseuxal#wlw#mlm#mario lopez#know the truth#it will set you free#homosexuality#christianity#bible quotes#bible verse#god can heal#god can forgive#god can set you free#jesus saves#flee from sin#god is love#god is good#god is real
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As Long As You Love Me Truly (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly) - All Molly Hooper wants to do is get her big break on the London stage. She might have a chance when she's asked to be the lead in one of the most anticipated productions on the West End, and by the star himself, Sherlock Holmes. But things don't exactly go according to the plan she had in her head of how she would become a well known actress, and as time goes on she needs to figure out whether she wants fame or whether she wants something more fulfilling.
Been Around A Few Times, All That's Missing Is You (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly, John/Mary) - Molly Hooper is a rising star in the musical crowd, having gotten Grammy nominations for music on her debut album. But Molly is keeping what could be a career-ending secret...and perhaps relationship ending as well.
Children Of Light, Children Of Dark (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly, John/Mary) - There are a series of murders going on that have a pattern, and Sherlock sees glimpses of it but can’t fathom it completely. But Molly realizes it’s reminiscent of an unsolved case her mentor had told her about, where the murders were based on a series of fantasy novels that Molly herself adores. Sherlock asks her to use her knowledge as a pathologist and a fan of the series to help him figure out both sets of murders, and in the process Molly gets quite a bit more than she bargained for.
Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly, Mycroft/Anthea) - It all begins with an invitation to Mycroft's wedding to his PA and seven days at a resort in Jamaica, with the assumption that Molly pretends to be his girlfriend that his mother might be under the impression that he's going to propose to sooner rather than later. It ends up being so much more than that...
Feared Never To Be Seen Again (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly) - On her way to a conference in Scotland, a malfunction with the chartered plane Molly is on causes it to crash in an uninhabited area of England with no way of communicating with anyone to get help for herself and the others who were injured. A series of heavy storms in the area make it hard to search for the plane, leading many to believe they may not have survived. But both Molly and Sherlock have ideas quite to the contrary...
Getting To Know The Neighbour (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly) - When Sherlock returns to Oxford after the death of his parents his neighbour introduces herself, and he feels a connection to her. As he navigates the life his father had expected for him, the life he was sure he never wanted, he has to decide if it’s what he really wants, or if it’s something he can walk away from again…this time, maybe, with someone he loves by his side.
In Dreams, There Is A Kernel Of Truth (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly) - Sherlock has lived an entire section of his life while in a coma after being shot by Mary. When he wakes up, he vows to use the knowledge from that dream, knowing there is truth to the types of dreams he has, to change events of the future for the better.
In The Name Of Love (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly, Trevor/OMC, Irene/Janine, Mycroft/Lestrade) - In a world where soulmates have fingernails whose colours match the colour of their soulmate's hair, Sherlock wonders what his rainbow coloured nails mean. But it's at the back of his mind as he and Victor decide to find their brother's soulmate once and for all. Meanwhile, Molly is jealous that Irene has moved on, but when her ex-girlfriend's new girlfriend is actually more than sweet and asks for a favour, Molly can't find it in her heart to say no, leaving her with a head full of rainbow locks. Both Sherlock and Molly feel they have no hope of finding their soulmates, or that they even need them, to be quite honest, but after one day of celebration in London, both will believe that maybe there's something to be said for love after all.
It Can Be As Real As You Or I (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly) - At the very beginning of a case to help Janine, it comes out that the very eligible and spectacular stud in the bedroom Sherlock Holmes has married local specialist registrar, Dr. Molly Hooper. Which would be fine and all, except it's a fake marriage. That Sherlock wants to make real by the end of the case. But Kitty Riley's constant hounding of him throughout the case, turning every tidbit she hears (always out of context) into tabloid fodder, is going to make that virtually impossible, he fears...though he might very well be surprised himself.
It Happened One Summer (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly) - After her engagement ends and Molly becomes a bit depressed, one of her professors recommends she spend the summer working as a camp counselor at Pali Adventures, a sleepaway camp in the Pacific Palisades. She’s hoping for a summer that changes her outlook on the world, but she doesn’t expect a summer that changes her whole life.
It Takes The Whole Of London (Sherlock; Molly-centric) - When one of Molly's best friends and her husband die in a car accident, Molly finds herself the guardian of their six-month-old daughter, and in an instant her entire life changes, and she comes to find solace in the fact that there is truth in the old adage "it takes a village" when she finds herself raising Maya on her own.
Love And Anarchy (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly) - Molly grew up appreciating the punk subculture and everything it stood for, embracing most aspects of it and adopting them for her own. Sherlock...did not. When the two of them are neighbors they find, at least at first, that the cultural divide in their upbringing might be too much of a bridge to cross. But slowly, they discover that they have some fundamental things in common and, over time, the friendship that develops blossoms into something more.
Nothing's Changed That Matters (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly) - When Sherlock comes to Molly in Oxford ten years after their divorce with a favour to ask, she agrees to help. While a lot has changed some things remain very much the same...including the love that Sherlock and Molly once shared.
Of Floral Arrangements, Tattoos and Brotherly Reconciliation (Sherlock; Mycroft/Lestrade, Sherlock/John, Sally/Molly) - For years, the Holmes brothers have owned shops next door to each other, and for years, there's been a rift between them. No one except their sister knows why but now, after Mycroft agrees to marry his long-time love Gregory, their employees and friends conspire to mend that breach between them...for better or for worse.
Pawns On The Board, Flies On The Web (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly, Mycroft/Anthea, John/Mary, minor Tom/Molly) - When an American politician is murdered and deposited in Mycroft’s office, it’s Sebastian Moran’s sign that he is done allowing Mycroft and Sherlock their little game at dismantling Moriarty’s organization. But with Sherlock having returned to London, albeit not in time to stop the plot from being put into motion, Moran’s ploy may not be as effective as he hopes it to be, not with Mycroft, Sherlock, Anthea, Molly and others working hard to stop him in his tracks.
Rectifying Past Mistakes (Sherlock; Sherlock/Mary) - When Mycroft gets Sherlock out of Serbia, he drops a bombshell on him he isn't quite prepared for: after years of being gone out of his life, Sherlock's ex-wife Elizabeth has reappeared, under the name Mary Morstan. While he was off taking care of Moriarty's mess she was protecting those he cared about and helping his brother, for reasons, he finds, that she is keeping close to the vest. But when they're forced to stay in close quarters at Baker Street both secrets and old wounds come to light and, perhaps, things might turn out for the best after all.
The Cursed Dragon (Sherlock; Moran/Molly) - On the eve of Princess Molly's twenty-fifth birthday, a dragon comes to lay waste to her kingdom. Eventually, a lottery is set up to give the dragon a virgin sacrifice, but when Molly stumbles onto a wicked scheme by the royal advisor Magnussen, she finds herself picked as the next sacrifice and kept from telling the truth to her mother. Prepared to fight the dragon on her own if need be, she is taken to a remote part of her kingdom by the dragon...who is not quite what he seems.
The Greatest Prank Of The Millennia (And What It Wrought) (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly, John/Mary) - When Molly finds herself paired with school outcast Sherlock to be in charge of the senior prank, she finds herself drawn to him despite all the problems it's bound to cause. But when push comes to shove, will she stay by his side or leave him be?
The Presence (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly) - Since Sherlock has constructed his mind palace as a young child, there has been a presence there, a female who loves him but who he swears he's never met. As he grows older, this presence comforts him, protects him and, eventually, becomes so much more.
The Science Behind It All (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly) - Sherlock despises school, despises his teachers and his classmates, or at least most of them. There's one teacher who is actually quite important to him. When a new student comes to class she also becomes important to him, and he realizes that, perhaps, he can muddle through the rest of his adolescence with them by his side.
The Sweetest Music (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly) - It seems as though in one fell swoop everything Molly Hooper knows is taken away from her: her education, her mother, her home. She tries to lose herself in her music but finds it harder than ever before. But perhaps all is not lost, as her new life provides her more than she ever expected.
To Throw Away The Map (Sherlock; Sherlock/Molly, John/Mary) - Six months after the events on the plane, Sherlock is trying to make a fresh start. He has to renew friendships, rebuild his career and try his best to keep his life together when the first case he’s allowed to work again ties directly into the Moriarty conspiracy. But with those he holds close near and willing to support him, with one person in particular being extremely supportive, perhaps he will be able to make it after all.
What Could Have Been, What Will Be In Its Stead (Sherlock; Mycroft/Molly) - When Sherlock dies, he leaves behind a woman he planned to marry and a child he did not know about. Mycroft is determined to take care of them both in his brother's stead, but nothing is ever as easy as one plans. That is the true Holmes legacy.
What Started As Petty Revenge (Sherlock; Lestrade/Sally) - When Lestrade is invited to the wedding of a friend who is a mutual friend of his ex-wife, Sally agrees to go as his girlfriend for the three days of festivities in Dover as a bit of petty revenge against his ex. But it doesn't turn out quite as planned when true feelings from all involved come to the surface and Lestrade needs to make some decisions about who he wants in his life and in what way he wants them in it.
#sherlock#my wips#sherlolly#mollcroft#warstan#mollstrade#salstrade#johnlock#mystrade#hoopervan#marylock
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Truth Before the Lies
In which you and Jimin have been dating for four years and you are preparing for your brand to launch whilst Jimin prepares the group’s next comeback. Too much stress and not enough communication is putting a strain on your relationship and mistakes will be made.
Warnings: slight angst, will get angstier. Signs of panic attack (non in-depth).
chapter 3
You never brought up the launch party incident. How could you? You had been too busy since then taking orders, preparing shipments, and designing your next collection for the brand to make time to see Jimin. Despite living together, your work schedules were polar opposites. Jimin did his best work during the day whereas you were a night owl; only at your most creative when the moon was the most visible.
Truth be told, it’s not like you really wanted to make an effort in the first place. You had been distancing yourself from Jimin purposely and engrossing yourself in as much of your work to bury that nagging feeling that your relationship was on the verge of collapsing.
Jimin’s efforts to sit down and talk with you were no better. He was far too busy for a conversation that heavy and he didn’t need the repercussions of that conversation spilling into his creative work where he was already struggling enough as it was. He needed his focus so he put you on the backburner of his thoughts.
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New Message: “Are you alive???”
New Message: “Why do you neglect me so :(“
New Message: “Jin and Jungkook have been bickering for 30 minutes straight about whose turn it is to do laundry.”
New Message:“Jungkook says it’s Jin’s clothes.”
New Message: “Jin says it’s Jungkook who stole and wore them.”
New Message: “Please save me. I am tired.”
New Message: “Y/N :(“
Your phone continues to buzz incessistenly while you try to get some much deserved sleep but it seems Namjoon has no intention of letting you do so. You lay in your office chaise, hands rubbing at your tired face as you contemplate whether you should ignore your best friend or get some distance from your home.
“How long has it been since I’ve left this place?” you ponder silently. With that thought your turn over and reach for the coffee table where your phone lay. “I’ll be there in twenty, Joonie.” You reply.
After pressing send, you stand up with a stretch and take a look at your work space. Sketches and art supplies lay scattered on your desk, coffee table, and floor organized by season. Piles of silks, laces, satins, and chiffons litter every corner of the room. A single bodice stands in the center of the room with fabric draped lazily around its form. Your sewing area resembles that of a spiders’ web with all of the loose thread dangling from every visible surface. Needless to say, your office can do with some cleaning, but that’s a project for another day. For now, you’re happy to have some QT with your favorite person.
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You are sat across from Namjoon at your favorite restaurant, enjoying what seems to be the first real meal you’ve had in weeks. Namjoon has just finished retelling you the story of the Jin vs. Jungkook battle that ended with Taehyung having laundry duty after Yeontan had an accident in the laundry pile. You’re in a fit of laughter by the time the story comes to an end and you make a mental note to pay the boys a visit sometime soon. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you as you enjoy your meals.
“How’s Jimin?”
It was a question that shouldn’t have needed to be asked by either party considering both of your positions in his life, and yet you still hear yourself asking. Namjoon looks at you funny as if also wondering why you would need to ask such a question.
You live together, how could you not know how Jimin is?
Still he answers, “He’s been managing his stress a lot better. Doesn’t seem to be pressuring himself so much. Not sure what he’s been doing, but it’s working. His song is in the final stages of recording and the choreography is looking great. A bit too graceful for my capabilities.” He jokes.
Your face is solemn. You understand his situation; the pressure he feels. You going to him with your negative energy might only make matters worse but still, as selfish as it may be, you hate the feeling of having to deal with your struggles completely on your own. It’s more than just your own personal issues, your relationship is also on the line but you don’t have it in you try and repair it on your own. Not anymore.
Namjoon is hesitant but still asks the question that has been on his mind since the launch party. “(Y/N), what’s going on between you and Jimin?”
Such a simple question. A simple question with so many issues to unload. The two of you refusing to communicate. The lack of effort that has continued to deplete for months. The lack of honesty and the inability to listen. Who knew such a simple question could spark so much emotion that it is now pushing you over the edge that you have made a home in.
You sit across from Namjoon struggling to even breathe as realization finally comes pouring over you. It hits you so cold and powerfully as if the signs hadn’t been there for months. Jimin was slipping through your fingers and you couldn’t keep it in anymore.
“He didn’t fucking show, Joon. He never came to the launch and he never even apologized!” You cry. “It’s been 2 months since the party and he still hasn’t so much as acknowledged it. And I know it’s partially my fault because I made no attempts to sit him down and talk about it but fuck! I just can’t, Joonie. I can’t bring myself to go to him. I’ve been by myself for so long. I’ve been sparing him from what I go through for months but at what point does he sacrifice something for this relationship? At what point does he realize I’m not a permanent figure in his life that, if I can’t go to my partner- my confidante- through the thick, why the fuck should I be there through the thin? Joonie, I am so drained. Drained from carrying my own issues and drained from the emotional weight of staying in a dead relationship.”
“(Y/N), what the hell.” Namjoon’s voice is stern and harsh, he can’t believe his ears. “I’m so hurt that despite being your best friend, you would feel the need to hide anything you’re going through from me. You have been there for not just me, but each of the boys as well from the very beginning. How could you think for even a fucking second that you had to go through anything alone?”
You look at the man sitting across from you, like a deer caught in the headlights. Like you don’t understand a word he’s just said or what to do next. Your eyes are wide, your mouth hanging slightly ajar with so many thoughts hanging on the tip of your tongue but all you can voice is a very confused, “huh?”
Namjoon stares at you both incredulous and dumbfounded. “What? Did you not know you could talk to me! (Y/N), I am your friend. It’s how friendships work. We’re there for each other. Support each other. What the fuck, (Y/N).” Namjoon sits back in his seat with a huff.
“N-no, it’s not that. I know I can go to you about anything, I know. I’m sorry.” You struggle to find the right words but continue, “I’m sorry that I have been leaving you in the dark. It’s not that I feel like I can’t go to you, it’s just that..” You pause. “What’s going on between Jimin and I really should be handed between him and I. We haven’t been doing a very good job of that, I’m aware and maybe that’s what’s been causing me all these other issues. But I also see how talking about our relationship with Jimin has caused even more strain between us and I just don’t want that to cause any tension between you guys. You all have been so busy lately, more so than usual, and I don’t want to interfere. Please understand.” Your voice is small, caught in your throat by the time you finish.
Namjoon is quiet for some minutes, allowing your words to soak in before he decides how he wants to approach this. There is a lot to unpack. Your issues with Jimin have been ongoing for months, that’s one problem at hand. The other being your own personal issues… what does that even mean? Has BTS really even been that busy as you state?
“(Y/N),” Namjoon says carefully, “What’s going on? With you, I mean. Have you been getting in your own head?”
You look down at your hands, fiddling your fingers in your lap. How do you even begin to explain it? Your mind has never been an easy place. Your thoughts always jumbling over each other, a new thought always interrupting another before you can get out a single cohesive sentence. It’s always so frustrating trying to convey what you’re experiencing because it never make sense. Your thoughts are never rational. Just words and ideas bouncing around constantly, distracting you, becoming more and more negative with each new thought. And no matter how hard you sit and think about what it is you want to say, it never comes out the way you mean for it. How do you even begin trying to exp-
“(Y/N), hey.” Namjoon’s voice suddenly breaks you from the trance you didn’t realize you were in. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say it. You’re a lot easier to read than you think.” He gives you a small smile and reaches over the table to squeeze your hand.
You let out a sigh of relief and lean back in your seat. “I appreciate you, Joonie.”
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After a few more hours spent with Namjoon, you decide to head back home in hopes that you get a chance to talk to Jimin before he goes to bed. The time reads 11:30, around the time it was typical for him to come home. You make yourself busy cleaning up your office until you hear the front door open and close.
It’s now or never.
You creep out of your office and make way for the front entrance of your shared home where you see Jimin removing his shoes.
“Jimin, hey.” You say with caution.
He jumps, not expecting to hear you welcome him. “(Y/N).”
You cringe internally, hating the sound of your name falling from his lips. Where is the “jagi” you were once so used to hearing?
“I think it’s about time we sat down and talked.” You say.
“(Y/N) look at the time. It’s late and I’m tired. We don’t need to do this right now.” He responds as he walks past you, heading toward the kitchen for a drink.
“But we doneed to Jimin.” You emphasize.
He lets out a humorless laugh as he looks down into his glass of water. “You have barely said more than two words to me in the last two months, and now you wanna talk?”
“Didn’t think you had even noticed.” You mutter under your breath.
“You want to speak up?” He’s not sure why he is being so passive with you but still, he finds himself continuing, “You never sleep in our bed. Everytime I come home, you’re always in your office with the door closed. Now you’ve got Namjoon on my ass telling me to fix what’s going on in our relationship? What the fuck, (Y/N)?”
Anger rushes through you but you take a deep breath and swallow down your emotions. “No, Jimin. You don’t get to put this responsibility solely on me.”
Jimin scoffs.
“Let’s start with the launch, Jimin.” You continue, “You couldn’t go? Fine. But how could you not have the decency to tell me something came up? Or not apologize to me the day after? I still would have been angry and disappointed but at least you would have owned up to what happened!”
“(Y/N),” He interrupts, “How is my presence significant to your career in any way? When do I pressure you to be there when it comes to my career?”
Your anger is now seething and it is becoming difficult to refrain from crying as you stare head on at your boyfriend. “Excuse me, I wasn’t finished speaking.”
Jimin stares in silence, equally as angry, waiting for you to continue.
“Jimin. You are my partner. You and I have been together for four years now. Do you owe me anything? Only respect and decency. How dare you imply I pressured you to be there. I wanted my boyfriend there as support. I worked on that launch for over a year, it was like a child to me and you couldn’t even congratulate me? I don’t need you to be proud of me, I didn’t start this business for you but for every award and recognition you and BTS receive, I can’t help but be amazed by where you guys came from, the constant struggles you face and how you have surpassed every obstacle. And I love being able to be on the sidelines watching it happen. Are you telling me you don’t feel that same way for me?”
You pause to take a deep breath, the weight of your emotions is beginning to drain. You bring your hands up to your face rubbing away the moisture that is now leaking from your eyes. Letting out a sigh you continue, “Jimin, I don’t ask a lot from you. I don’t ask anything from you. Even my troubles, I keep to myself because I know you can’t handle my baggage on top of everything else. I do my part in being understanding and patient, but you’ve taken advantage of me.”
At this point you’ve lost total control of your emotions as the tears freefall and the knot in the back of your throat makes it difficult to form words. “You’ve taken advantage of my kindness and thoughtfulness and understanding and FUCK Jimin I’ve done everything. I’ve listened to you! I’ve coddled you! I’ve dragged you to your feet when you didn’t think you could handle any more! And now,” You sniffle, “You’re so preoccupied with what you’re doing that trying to salvage our relationship is too much of a burden to you? You would rather be asleep? How fucking dare you? You don’t even know about any of the shit I’ve had to go through! The anxiety attacks, the sleepless nights, the constant headaches-”
There is so much more you want to say but you find yourself completely breathless with an all too familiar pounding starting to form in your head.
“Can I talk now?” Jimin says flatly, almost as though he is unfazed by your monologue.
You nod, unable and unwilling to say anything further.
“I’ll be honest and you might not like what you hear,” he pauses as he looks at your crying form, “but I don’t have the patience to deal with you.”
As he says this you feel your heart drop. You just poured out your feelings, and he has just disregarded and brushed off your them as though you are nothing more than a bug on his shoulder. Disbelief courses through your veins followed quickly by anger and hurt. You stare at him, eyes wide while you continue to register his comment.
“I’m tired and need some time to myself so I’m going to stay at the dorms for a while.” Jimin starts to make way back to the front door while you watch on in complete shock. “I’ll try to call you in a few days and maybe we can-”
“Get the fuck out.” You order, your face and voice devoid of any emotion.
Jimin falters slightly as he puts on his last shoe and wonders where that authority came from. He parts his lips slightly, ready to say something but decides against it and walks out the door. You stare at the spot where he stood not moments ago waiting for the rush of emotions to come back and bring you to your knees but it never comes.
You have always been a believer that love conquers all. That if you love enough, there is no problem that couldn’t be fixed. But love doesn’t work if it’s one-sided and while Jimin may still be giving his all in love, it was now clear you are not the one on the receiving end of it.
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a/n: everyone’s probably forgotten all about this story since I haven’t updated in a year and said I would months ago. So sorry for the long wait but I hope you enjoy this chapter! I used way too much personal experience in this. This chapter and the first half of chapter 4 have been typed up since March but real life got in the way. Don’t worry, you won’t be waiting another year for the next chapter!! Please let me know what you guys think. Are you still interested in this Should I call this story quits and make chapter 4 the last chapter? Please let me know!
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So uh, i might have written an entire fic of neil as ironman? Oops??
Part 1 of 3
Desert surrounds them on both sides of the cruiser. Neil stares blankly at the seat in front of him, not bothering to look up. Romero’s presence is a silent threat next to him, watching him out of the corner of his eye. The American soldiers tasked with escorting them seem uneasy in their tension, sharing looks between themselves and at Neil.
Neil’s sure he wasn't what they expected. A billionaire kid genius that's made every weapon that they ever touched gives the impression of someone much more imposing than Neil. Not that Neil cares particularly for his reputation. It’s been tainted since the moment he was born.
The silence finally breaks when a missile soars into the cruiser in front of them, exploding half the vehicle and throwing the rest of the debris in front of them.
One of the two soldiers screams, “Get down!” Before another blast rocks their cruiser, sending Neil into the door with a hard crack. The telltale ringing of explosions and gunshots fill his ears and he blinks harshly to get a grasp on his surroundings.
Romero grabs him by the arm and drags him out of the vehicle, throwing him to the ground and shooting randomly in the direction of their attackers. Three shots hit Romero, his bulletproof vest only taking two of the hits, the other going right through his skull.
Neil stares dazedly at Romero’s corpse uncomprehendingly, before the adrenaline finally kicks in and tells him to run. He stumbles to his feet, blasts and bullets still flying through the air, crouching low and running to large pieces of metal for cover.
He hides behind the remains of a car door, clenching his hands over his ears uselessly to stop the ringing, before a heavy black cylinder lands at his feet and neil only has half a moment to feel resigned to his fate, the large white letters spelling WESNINSKI mocking him as he prepares to die by his own creation.
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“Its my company.” Neil hisses out, clenching his fists so hard his fingernails dig blood.
Lola smiles wickedly, her bright red lipstick only adding to the image of a monster, her eyes bright with joy.
“Oh, but Junior,” She says with false sadness, ”You're only nineteen, and just oh, so upset over your daddy's death. What kind of mother would I be to let you take up such a large responsibility?”
“You're not my mother!” Neil yells, ”And we both know that bastard never treated me like a son. I am more than capable of running Wesninski, it’s my name, my tech, my knowledge that's even gotten this damn company this far-“
Lola tsks, shaking her head dramatically, ”Of course Nathaniel, I know that, but the board won't understand that. I worry they just won't be able to see past your horrific breakdown.”
Neil’s blood runs cold, and he takes a step back to the door he’s now sure is locked, feeling panic swell inside him. ”What breakdown.”
Lola’s smile widens, her manic laughter piercing his ears, and Neil runs to the door, slamming his hand on the screen next to it. The hand scanner pressed underneath his palm flashes red, and Neil feels Lola’s hands dig into his shoulder blades before a needle pierces his neck.
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Neil wakes up surrounding by dark, pain filtering his system inside and out. An uncomfortable pressure weighs down on his sternum, and he moves his hand to push it off. Metal scratches underneath his fingernails and Neil gasps at the pain the comes when he tries to push it off. His eyes snap open, looking down hurriedly to see a metal disk protruding from his chest, bile rising in his throat as his eyes following the wires from it to what looks like a car battery. Panic and sickness push to the surface and he's stumbling, feet swinging over the metal slab that he's on, his heart racing and eyes flickering frantically around.
“Stop moving around for god’s sakes, do you know how much goddamn time and energy it took to keep you alive?!” A voice shouts out, and neil flinches back, turning around to see a grimly looking woman with her arms crossed, a stern look on her face like that of a disapproving mother.
“What is this, where am I?” Neil demands quickly, panic still pulsing through his veins as he tenses for a fight he couldn't possibly win.
“Nice to meet you too kid, I’m Shahrazad,” the woman mocks, ”I only created the thing that's stopping shrapnel from tearing your heart to pieces, no big deal.”
Neil stills for a moment, taking a quick breath to center himself, taking another look at the machine connected to him. “A magnet.” Neil says absently, tracing the crude craftsmanship.
“Yes,” Shahrazad says, “An electromagnet that saved your life.”
“Oh.” Neil says,” Thank you.”
Shahrazad scoffs, ”Well of course, anything for the great Nathaniel Wesninski.”
Neil flinches at his full name, and Shahrazad's eyes soften slightly.
She looks away, ”You're in a Ten Rings base. This is a hostage situation.”
Neil frowns, ”Wh-“
The only door in the cave like room rattles, and Shahrazad stiffens.
”Get up,” she hisses, and then pulls at him to move, ”Get up, if you want to live you will do as I say.”
Standing is unsteady and excruciatingly painful, but Neil’s use to pain and he's use to pretending he isn't in any, so he straightens up and raises his hands in tangent with Shahrazad.
Large bulky men walk through the door, all carrying weapons and dangerous glares. The first man through is the only one wearing a smile and he grins large and wide at Neil.
”Nathaniel Wesninski, America’s favorite mass murderer,” The man says in farsi, ”It's an honor.”
Shahrazad unnecessarily translates, and Neil lets her. Farsi is his fourth fluent language and Neil is internally grateful he picked farsi over russian in college.
“I have an. Appreciation, let's call it, for your talents. Your weapons are rather useful for my cause, but there's one in particular that catches my eye.”
Neil would like to believe these men stole his weapons somehow, would like to believe Lola wouldn't sell his tech to terrorist groups, but he cant find it in himself to be surprised if she did. The man pulls out a blurry photo that couldn't have been taken too long ago, and Neil feels dread well up inside him as he realizes what he wants.
“You will build me Jericho,” The man says cheerfully, ”Because if you don’t, you will die here.”
———
“-thiel Wesninski, son and successor of Nathan Wesninski, comes out of rehab today. The child prodigy that helped his father build what is today, a very successful multi-billion dollar company, has been institutionalized since his mental breakdown after his father's tragic passing. Rumors have been going around that Wesninski is thinking of taking over his father's company despite his grief. Is it a good idea for such a young, troubled man to take over a large company? Or would it be better for Lola Wesninski, Nathan's second wife, to take the reins while Nathaniel recovers? Next up is-“
“Jarvis, turn off the tv,” Neil says loudly.
“As you wish sir,” The voice says from the walls, the tv shutting off soundly.
“I told you to stop calling me that,” Neil mumbles to himself, concentrating on the blueprints in front of him and frowning.
Lola cheerfully calls it Jericho. Neil calls it the worst damn thing he's ever created. If Neil was selfless enough he'd burn every hard drive related to the machine and shoot himself in the head. But Neil has always looked out for himself foremost, and he can't bring himself to destroy the monster he's created. It would be suicide, and though he shouldn't be worth even one life, his self preservation doesn't seem to care when Lola’s the one holding the trigger.
“Brilliant,” Lola says brightly. ”Your best work yet.”
——-
“He's not going to let you go,” Shahrazad says.
Neil snorts over a pile of metal, ”No shit.”
Sharazad has been cold with him since he agreed to build Jericho. She translates when he asks for materials but that's the extent of her friendliness.
She's been watching him take apart his own missiles and weapons for hours, getting more irritated as time goes on.
“Do you even care that you’re selling mass destructive tools to psychopaths? Do you care about how many lives, how much blood your creations spill? Are you so young and naive you don't understand the repercussions of your actions?”
Neil grits his teeth, trying to focus on removing the palladium, trying to concentrate on his badly thought out ideas and his even more flawed plans. He knows they're watching his every move through the cameras, knows the moment he finishes they'll kill him, knows the hastily made electromagnet won't last for much longer. Yet images of dead bodies and shrapnel won't leave his head and he puts down the pliers.
“My father has been making me make tools to kill other people since I was eight years old.” Neil says quietly in farsi, and Shahrazad falls silent. “When I was old enough to realize what I was doing I told him I never wanted to invent another thing again. He took one of my prototypes and shot me with it. He told me I could either hurt other people, or he could hurt me.”
Neil resumes his work, ”When he died I tried to take over and ended up being tortured for six months. No matter what I do, I will always be someone’s means to killing someone else.” Neil pulls the small strip of metal out and pushes the rest of the junk aside.
Shahrazad is quiet for a moment but it doesn't last. “Bullshit.” She says harshly, ”It’s your name, your inventions, your legacy. There is no more time to be a child, you must stick up for yourself and your beliefs or you will always be nothing more than a tool. Get over yourself and fight like everyone else does.”
Neil stares at her wide eyed for a moment, and then grins something grim. ”I’m trying. Will you help me?”
She glowers for another moment then grins right back at him her smile full of bared teeth. ”What do you have in mind?”
———-
Neil finds him in his kitchen, scrolling through his phone and not bothering to look up when Neil walks in.
Neil blinks, staring at the stranger and wondering if he should be worried or not. He isn’t, but that’s more so due to dissociation than familiarity.
“Um,” Neil says stupidly, ”Can I help you?”
The man raises a brow, finally looking up from his phone to stare blankly at Neil. He doesn't speak but he stands up, moving closer to Neil as if to inspect him.
“I thought you were suppose to look like your father.” The man says boredly, and Neil stiffens.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re not even close.” He says. “Andrew Minyard, Foxhole reporter, my boss wanted me to interview the broken billionaire. I can't say I’m impressed.”
“Fuck you.” Neil says, instinctually, ”How the hell did you even get in here?”
“For a supposed technological genius, your security is embarrassingly easy to crack.”
“This is breaking and entering. I could have you arrested.”
Andrew sorts,”If you were going to call the cops you would have done so the moment you saw a stranger in your house.”
“How did you know I wouldn’t call them?”
“I didn’t,” Andrew says simply, “But now I do.” And then he walks away, to the door, as if he got what he needed. Before Andrew opens the door he says, ”So prodigy, are you going to live up to your name sake, or are you going to step out of a dead man’s shadow?”
Andrew looks at him over his shoulder, ”I have a feeling we’ll all be unsurprisingly disappointed with your answer.” And goes, leaving Neil with just his anger and a sudden urge to prove the world wrong.
——-
“This plan is terrible.” Shahrazad says plainly, and not even Neil’s pride can argue with her.
“Do you have a better one?” Neil snaps, and she looks at him unimpressed.
“This will kill you.” She says.
Neil shrugs. “It could, but it could also save us.”
Shahrazad shakes her head, ”You're insane.”
“That is the general consensus, yes.”
Shahrazad sighs, and it’s almost fond. “This will not be pleasant.”
Neil smiles ruthlessly. “When is anything ever pleasant?” He says, and Shahrazad rips out the magnet in his chest.
———
Neil wakes up to the press of a body behind him and sighs. This is the third time Andrew has ended in his bed and probably won’t be the last.
Neil doesnt know how it started. Andrew is irritating and cryptic and obnoxious, but he’s also funny and smart and he doesn’t put up with Neil’s shit.
When they first started fooling around Andrew pressed his hands into Neil’s scars and didn’t flinch away, and for whatever reason that was enough.
“You’re thinking too loud.” Andrew mutters behind him, the arm he has around Neil’s waist tightening. Neil shifts slightly, wanting to relax in Andrew’s embrace but knowing he shouldn’t.
“You should leave.” Neil says, and Andrew stiffens.
“Why.” He says in a voice Neil hates, the one were his emotions are hidden and indistinguishable. Neil rolls around and looks at him. This close he can see Andrews’ freckles, the way the morning light touches his cheekbones, and Neil wants him so awful it hurts.
“If she finds out about you she’ll hurt you.” Neil says quietly, and Andrew’s eyes become sharp with anger.
“Why are you so afraid of her?” He demands, sitting up,” What does she have over you?”
“Everything.” Neil says honestly. “Everything but you.”
#My writing#tfc#Andreil#neil josten#andrew minyard#lola malcolm#cw implied torture#cw implied abuse#neil is ironman#which makes andrew pepper potts?#i have three lab reports and a presentation on carbon storage due and instead i watched iron man and wrote this#validate my procrastination
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Smutember Day Six | Shower Sex | Roan x Clarke (The 100)
ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh I’m not a fan of this one but w/e
Note: All smutember works are going to be short and unedited, and obviously nsfw.
Roan has encountered a lot of things he’s unfamiliar with in his short time interacting with Skaikru. Most of it he finds annoying and confusing, and he simply ignores it as best he can. But showers?
Holy gods, he loves showers.
Growing up in Azgeda lands, one had to bathe in laborious drawn heated baths, or risk frostbite and hypothermia by using a natural source of water. Even in the height of summer, when the air was warm, the streams and rivers of Azgeda were still freezing cold. Roan was lucky enough to be a member of royalty and have easy access to baths when he was at home, but he was no stranger to shivering in a waterfall and furiously scrubbing away grime as quickly as possible.
The showers at the lab, though, are delightfully warm and ready at the twist of a handle. No need to inconvenience anyone to heat water, no trying to get the right temperature. Simply turn on the shower and step in, and that’s it.
When Roan steps into the shower this time, he hopes that the cleansing waters can carry away the troubles of the day with them. Experimenting on humans… It wasn’t unheard of, especially in Azgeda culture, and it was definitely the right call, but that doesn’t stop it from being awful. Roan will do what he needs to, to save his people, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.
Roan’s busy thinking of moral repercussions and rationalizing his actions when he hears the door to his room open. All thoughts immediately flee his mind and his heartrate kicks up. He calls back where he left his sword and mentally kicks himself. Of course, it’s on the bed in the connected room, where the intruder is. So all he’ll have to defend himself with is his bare hands.
Very bare hands. It occurs to Roan, as he prepares to grapple with whoever infiltrated the base and plans to attack him, that he might not have the upper hand given his lack of weapons or clothes.
The door to the bathroom opens, and as soon as Roan sees who steps through, he relaxes. Of course Clarke would just let herself into his rooms like she owns the place, he should have been expecting it. Roan sighs, and then realizes that his nudity might still be an issue. Skaikru are fussy about these things, and he doesn’t know how closely Clarke’s ideals run with theirs.
“Clarke-” Roan starts to ask her why she’s here, but then she crosses the room towards him, pulling her shirt over her head, and Roan might have an idea. The words die in his throat as she discards her bra in the wake of her shirt, his eyes fixing on her breasts for a moment before he snaps them up to her face. There’s a look of grim determination plastered on her features, and Roan doesn’t quite know what to make of it.
Clarke successfully removes all of her clothing and is standing uncomfortably close to Roan before he realizes he should do something about this. Not that he doesn’t want to take advantage of what she’s offering him, but… It wouldn’t be right, right? He should stop her, she must be confused and upset by the actions of the day.
Granted, Clarke doesn’t seem upset as she takes a good, long look at all of him, before stepping forward into the spray of the shower and placing a hand on his chest. She drags it over his muscles, heading south, and Roan sucks in a breath, shaking his head and breaking free of the spell that is the sight of water gently caressing Clarke’s bare skin.
Roan gently grabs Clarke by the shoulders, very carefully keeping his eyes on her face and not allowing them to drag over her naked body as he so desperately wishes to. Her hand pauses on his lower abdomen, inches above his semi hard cock, and he hates himself for stopping her but knows that it’s the right thing to do.
“Clarke.” Roan’s voice is husky, and Clarke’s eyes snap up to his, “You’ve had a long day. Maybe we shouldn’t-”
“Don’t.” Clarke cuts him off, a fierce look on her face that sends desire coursing straight to his core. “I know what I want, Roan. I want this.”
Her hand wraps around the base of him abruptly, and Roan’s head falls back against the tile with a groan as she strokes him. Maybe he should try to fight her harder, but… In the time Roan has known her, he’s never seen Clarke do anything she doesn’t want to. He trusts her, on a level he doesn’t quite understand, so perhaps it’s fine to believe her when she says she wants this.
“Fuck, Clarke.” Roan gives in, groaning her name, and he devours her with his gaze as he so badly wants to. The water causes her blonde hair to cling to her shoulders, and he reaches up to brush it back. Clarke smiles triumphantly at his motion, and Roan feels like an idiot for ever doubting if she knew what she was doing.
Roan drags his attention down her body, following the path of rivulets of water over her breasts, curving around scars on her sides, hugging her hips and thighs. His mouth falls open slightly at the sight of her, as she continues to stroke him to his full length. She’s so beautiful, strong and confident in a way that attracts him like nothing else.
Reaching up and tangling a hand in the hair at the back of her skull, Roan pulls Clarke to him for a bruising kiss. It lands somewhere between an embrace and a struggle, lips and teeth clashing with furious urgency. Roan makes a noise somewhat akin to a growl when Clarke catches his lower lip between her teeth, and retaliates by grabbing her hip roughly and spinning them around to pin her back against the wall.
Roan pulls away from her slightly, bracing himself on the wall and bracketing her between his arms. Clarke pants slightly, looking up at him, and he delights in the flush spreading over her chest.
“You’re sure you want this?” Roan asks, dropping one of his hand to grip himself and line his cock up with Clarke’s entrance. It’s not the easiest angle to get, especially given that he’s trying to avoid slipping and falling on the water slicked tiles of the shower, but fucked if he won’t manage.
“Out of the two of us, you’re the only one who’s protested. Are you sure you want this?” Clarke echoes his words back to him, and Roan smiles. He presses his lips to hers again in a way of answer, less violent than before but still passionate as he slides slowly into her.
Clarke moans as Roan fully seats himself within her, and Roan sucks in a breath through his teeth at the tight heat of her. He takes a moment when he’s fully within her, resting his forehead against the tiles above Clarke’s shoulder, controlling himself. It would be far too easy to give into the warm embrace of her body, thrust a couple of times and spill himself like some young boy who’s never known a woman before.
As Roan composes himself, Clarke drops her mouth to his neck. She presses a kiss to his skin, then follows it with her tongue, chasing the water pouring over his back. Roan groans at that, and then Clarke nips at his skin, a sharp flash of pain that causes Roan to gasp.
“Oh, it that how we’re going to play it?” Roan rumbles, leaning back to look at Clarke and gripping her hip. She gives him a wicked smile, and Roan wipes it off her face by pulling slowly out of her, almost all the way, then snapping his hips forward in a punishing thrust. Clarke’s eyes slip shut as he repeats the motion, and she lets out a breathy moan that feeds straight into Roan’s dick.
Roan sets a brutal pace, and Clarke spurs him onwards with nails scraping at his back. When he hits a particularly good spot within in, Clarke gasps and bites her lower lip. Roan rescues it from her teeth by pulling her into another kiss, sliding his tongue along her lips. The water pouring over his back from the shower feels cool compared to the heat of their bodies moving together, and Roan loses himself in the drag of flesh and the lewd noises of their union.
Roan breaks his lips away from Clarke’s in order to moan as she clenches around him. She repeats the action, clearly deliberate, and Roan gasps out an Azgeda curse.
“Wicked woman.” Roan rumbles, and Clarke smiles.
“No worse than you,” she responds, catching her lower lip again as Roan thrusts within her particularly rough.
“Ain’t we a pair, then.”
Clarke agrees with a chuckle, and Roan delights in the sound of it, deep and sultry. Feeling his own end approaching fast, Roan drops his hand between their bodies to seek Clarke’s clit. He’s nothing if not a gentleman, he’ll be damned if he finishes before her. When he manages to get his thumb over Clarke’s clit, she lets out a sharp gasp, and Roan grins.
“Fuck, Roan!” Clarke cries out, fingers digging into his back more viciously than before. Roan continues to circle and press on her clit with firm pressure as he watches her breath come more ragged in her chest, and feel her clenching around him becoming more erratic.
“Come on, Clarke,” Roan groans, “Just let go.”
Clarke does so with a loud moan, bearing down on Roan with all her might as her climax hits. Roan coaxes her through it with his thumb on her clit, then thrusts his hips a few more times before he comes undone himself. He spills his seed deep within her, groaning her name, and Clarke tangles her hand in his hair. When he slides his softening cock out of her, Clarke pulls his face to hers for a slow, lazy kiss.
Roan walks them backwards slowly into the full spray of the shower, his hands far more gentle resting on Clarke’s hips than they had been moments before. He gently runs his hands over the smooth curves of her body and between her legs, cleansing her of their exertions, and Clarke returns the favour to him.
Damn, does Roan ever love showers.
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How to Stop Having a Crush on Someone & Find Your Heart Again
Getting over a crush is not always easy, but with time and patience, you can learn how to stop having a crush on someone.
Having a crush can really just drive you nuts sometimes. Even though you may not know this person well, you can’t stop thinking about them and it could be getting in the way of your everyday life. If you’ve been feeling this way, you’re ready to learn how to stop having a crush on someone, and move on!
Whether this person is involved with someone, is an inappropriate choice, or isn’t interested in you, you can stop a crush in its tracks. All you need is a bit of focus.
Why you need to stop having a crush on someone
As I mentioned, crushes can be overwhelming. And although you may think it is harmless to garner feelings for someone, a crush can get out of hand, especially if this is a person you can’t pursue.
Perhaps they are in a relationship, are your boss, or just not a logical match for you; in that case you need to actively stop having a crush in order to move on with your life. It sounds hard, but it doesn’t have to be.
How to stop having a crush on someone
Having control over your feelings is not always easy. A crush sometimes comes and goes on its own terms, and you just can’t do anything about it. But if you know ending this crush is the best thing for you, it is time to take action.
#1 Actively stop thinking about them. How do you do this? Similar to getting over a break up, when your ex crosses your mind, you change your train of thought. You have to do the same thing here.
When you realize you are staring, thinking about them, or wanting to text them, change the subject in your mind. Watch a TV show, get some work done, or call a friend. You can train your brain to distract itself from your crush and pretty soon it will stop all on its own. [Read: How to stop thinking about someone you still like]
#2 Be logical. Yes, love is not always logical, but this by definition is not love. It is a crush. That means logic and reason can overrule it. Instead of lusting after this person, remind yourself of why you are trying to stop having a crush on them.
Are they your friend’s ex? Are they your boss? Make sure this reason is always at the forefront of your mind when they are around. [Read: 10 signs you’re actually feeling lust and not love]
#3 Take off your rose colored glasses. Crushing on someone gives you this beautiful view of them where they can do no wrong. You tend to only see their best qualities when you have feelings for someone, even just surface level ones.
Instead of focusing on their love for animals and soft flowy hair, remind yourself of their worst qualities. Did they cheat on their ex? Are they shallow? Do they have bad breath? All of these things might seem small individually, but all together there are a lot of negatives and red flags to avoid.
#4 Make a pro/con list. If thinking of the negative things about your crush isn’t cutting it, make a pro and con list. Think of what you like about them and what you don’t. Also think about the positives of being together and the negatives. Likely the cons will come out stronger and reaffirm your need to stop this crush.
#5 Give yourself space. If your crush is someone in your friend group, try to create some space between you two. This can be difficult, especially if your crush is someone you work with or see regularly, but until you dissolve your feelings spending time together could potentially make things worse.
Try to avoid them when possible, but otherwise keep things professional and light. Avoid flirting, and if you need to, even avoid eye contact because that is where a lot of chemistry and feelings can form. [Read: Falling for your best friend? Here’s why it’s best you back away right now]
#6 Get it all out. When you have a crush, all you want to do is talk about that person, but continuing to do so only keeps them fresh in your mind. So vent to a trusted friend and get it all out at once. Talk about your frustration, your plan for moving on, and then let it go.
Don’t bottle it up, but let it all out so you can take the next step.
#7 Be patient. When you’re trying to figure how to stop having a crush on someone and move on, you need to keep in mind that getting over someone, even a crush is not instant. It won’t happen overnight and you can’t just will your feelings to go away because you want them to. Just like anything worthwhile, it will take some time.
Trust the process. Trust that you are doing your best to distract yourself and keep your thoughts and actions in check. Only time will tell when you have truly stopped having a crush on someone. [Read: 10 signs you’re love sick and 10 more ways to get out of it]
#8 Go out. You do not have to go out on dates in order to get over your crush. That can actually have negative effects if you still have feelings for them. Instead go out with friends, try some new activities, and simply see where that takes you.
Moving on too quickly can throw you right back to your crush and be unfair to whoever you’re dating. But being open to meeting new people in a platonic environment is a great way to remind yourself that there are plenty of great people out there. [Read: How to get over someone you see everyday without losing your mind]
#9 Unfollow them. Unfollowing someone on social media can seem harsh, but if that is what you need to stop thinking about your crush, then do it. Now you do not have to block them or unfriend, most apps have an option for you to simply mute them so that their life moments don’t pop up in your feed.
This does not have to be permanent, but can prevent you from back peddling on your crush when they post a cute selfie.
#10 Say no. This goes hand in hand with avoiding them, but it can be difficult to decline an invitation from your crush. You don’t want to be rude, but when you still have feelings, this could be a dangerous game.
Politely decline any invitations to spend time together until your feelings are under control.
#11 Ask for help. As I said earlier, a crush can be overwhelming. That means even though you know you should avoid them, your feelings might not let you think rationally. If you notice this happening, ask a friend for help.
If your crush is someone you work with, ask a trusted coworker to step in when they see you giving into temptation. Or have a friend text you every so often to remind you that you are trying to move on. [Read: How to instantly tell your real friend from the fake]
#12 Worry about you. Take some time for you. Instead of focusing on your crush or even worrying about how to stop having a crush on someone, focus on yourself. Go for a trip to the spa. Go shopping. Do something you love to do.
This can be a hobby like fishing or even binging Netflix. Not only will this give you a little boost of happiness, but it might just help to remind you that you love spending time with you. Being single doesn’t have to suck. So enjoy it.
#13 Consider dating. At this point, there may still be some residual feelings, but hopefully your crush is no longer taking over your mind. You may not be ready to throw yourself into the dating pool just yet, but it is time to think about it.
Are you prepared to go on dates? Are you interested in meeting someone else? Are you trying to make your almost former crush jealous or are you truly open to liking someone else?
#14 Write it down. If you really can’t shake the last remaining feelings you have for your crush, write them down. Write a letter to your crush expressing all your feelings. Tell them how hard it has been to get over them and get it all out on paper.
Then throw it out. You can burn the letter, throw it in the garbage, or keep it in the back of your file cabinet. But do NOT send it. There is a reason you are trying to stop having a crush. This exercise is purely to aid in your mental and emotional state. This lets you release all your feelings without the fall out or repercussions. [Read: Tips to help you cry it out and release the pain]
#15 Actually date. Hopefully all these steps on how to stop having a crush on someone have helped to get this crush out of your system. Now you can work on forming a new crush, preferably on someone available. So download a dating app, ask a friend to set you up, or what have you.
[Read: 10 things you’re probably doing that’s sabotaging your own love life]
It can be hard to figure out how to stop having a crush on someone, but you can do it and move on for good. All you need is a bit of practice, patience, and persistence.
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