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kimhargreeves · 8 months

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Always Back-William Afton x Reader

Summary: You are looking for another job after struggling financially. You find a help wanted sign to a once famous pizzeria. You set up a meeting with the manager of the place who seems to know you somehow.

(A/N: lately I've been too damn excited for the Fnaf movie and wanted to write something on Matthew Lillard's William Afton character. So be warned on some topics written here. I'll also be writing on Josh Hutchinson's' character of Mike.)

12:00 am

The loud sound of an alarm clock could be heard throughout the house. It's Midnight. My eyes were adjusted from being in the dark room, I remained silent, scared, could feel my heart beating faster every passing minute. Chills ran down my spine when the clock sounded for one last time…

Quietly I stepped out of my bed while holding onto my favorite stuffed plushie, passing through the closet just a few inches away from the front of my bed, immediately I stopped trying to listen for anything, trying to ignore the quiet ticking of the clock above my head.

Slowly I began to make my way over to the door and stopped once more. I hear something, maybe down the hall?

I pressed my ear against it, listening closely. After a couple of seconds I heard something loud. Curiosity got the best of me, quietly I opened the door and tried to see if I could spot anything through the dark hall.

Wait… Something's coming…

I jumped back and pull the door with me as I locked it and pressed my ear against the door again.

I could hear someone coming closer, until it stopped. I began to pant and felt my heart beating faster when I heard a scream coming from down the hall, the cries of a woman, my mother..and the shouting of a man.

Too scared to look again I slowly began to walk backwards while my eyes remained on the door when I could hear footsteps coming down the hall once more.

I jumped but made no sound when the door knob began to move, but it wouldn't open. I looked between my bed and the white closet closest to me. Sliding it open I hid myself inside and quietly closed it back, it was dark making it almost impossible to see now.

Carefully I made my way past a few boxes and draped a blanket over it and myself. I hugged my legs together and held onto my stuffed Foxy plush. I closed my eyes as I began to shake and I cowered myself closer to the corner when I heard the door to my room being unlocked.

The sound of my alarm clock began to blare and without looking at it, I grabbed it and slammed it against the floor making it shatter but the sound wouldn't stop. I groaned as I opened my eyes again and had to turn the thing off.

Once I did, I sat down in bed and began to push my hair away from my face and tried to calm my breathing. It's that same nightmare again.

I got out of my bed and went to get myself ready for the day, making sure to have my shower cold today.

I tied my hair with a few strands falling down my face and got into my car to head to my work for the day.

"Excuse me, where's the horror section?" A woman came over to ask me when she saw me organizing a few dvds and shelves. I pointed out the section and glanced to see the lady looking at a few movies.

Working at a movie store doesn't earn much, but it's the only job I could find. Besides, it was the only job where I could be accepted as well, I used to dye my hair regularly but decided against it since some working places weren't fond of it, the into thing I had were a few ear piercings and one on my eyebrow.

Other than that, I get the boring jobs and have been struggling financially for a while now along with a friend, well, I consider the person a friend since he sometimes comes around with his little sister.

I believe I've heard his name is Mike and the little girl is Abigail.

I wonder if it's just the two of them living together. It must be nice to have a sibling or a family member to look after.

My thoughts were interrupted when the same lady from earlier came over to rent a movie. Who even rents movies anymore? People might ask and I do at certain times, but I do miss a few things I got to experience in my childhood..like…

I turned my head and saw a flier taped against the shops window. I looked around and saw there were no customers, it wasn't here early when I came in. I walked up the window read what was displayed on it

"Help Wanted. Security guard to work at Freddy's Pizzeria. No background check needed. For more information call this number…"

I furrowed my eyebrows looking at the paper, I grabbed it off from the window and took it back with me inside.

Freddy's Pizzeria. Now that's a name I haven't heard in over ten years.

Would it hurt to take another side job. Being a security guard isn't that hard after all, just losing a few hours of sleep and being alone for the night. I grabbed the work phone and began to dial the number on the paper sheet.

While the phone continued to ring I had my eyes on the pizzerias mascots, until finally the phone was picked up

"Hello? I'm calling about the night security guard. I'd like to apply for the job."

Right after my shift ended from work I immediately drove up to the pizzeria. It was almost in the middle of nowhere, the family friendly restaurant wad almost abandoned now.

I stepped out of my car and saw the pizzerias sign wasn't even over the restaurant anymore, but on the floor almost in ruin.

"Wow..this place became a shit hole." I mutter under my breathe and placed my keys inside my pockets.

Slowly I began to take steps closer to the building and saw how chipped the walls seemed and I remembered this place being so bright and full of life.

"Hello?" I knocked on the door and waited a couple of minutes but no one responded. I sighed loudly and began to pull onto the door until it opened and I stepped inside.

"Let's all sing happy birthday to the special birthday girl!"

Confetti rainbow colored filled the room with tons of party hats, balloons and presents. All the kids cheered including myself when the animatronics appeared onstage.

Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie. Including Foxy who was on pirate cove.

Everyone in my class was invited to my party, not that I was close to any of them. All of them were too young to understand the bruises on my face or arms so they made fun of me for that.

"So (Y/N), are you liking the day so far?" My mother asked.

I looked up at her and ignored her bruised eye, I nodded my head. "I am."

Of course I was, but I wondered how she got the money to save up and be able to do this birthday for me, since every few times I've come here, the pizzeria doesn't have an open slot for a birthday to be done in here.

I had been playing by myself and with a few kids late on, by the time I returned to my seat I found a single present with my name on it. My mother said that it wasn't from her.

Looking back to my left I remembered the memories of my birthday and the exact spot I was seated. All my mother ever told me was that my birthday here was already paid, it was probably paid by each parent in my class.

Next I stared at the stage in front of me. It was covered by a curtain and I really wanted to see what was on the other side.

I began to slowly step forward until I heard footsteps behind me and I screamed and held onto my chest and saw a man in front of me. He quickly stepped back and held his hands ups.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." The man laughed.

He was older than me that's for sure. Maybe early 50's, he seemed attractive for his age. Though the Dahmer glasses weren't something I was expecting.

"Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?" he asked fixing his glasses and stand up straight.

"Yes! Sorry, yes I am. And you're?"

"Steve Raglan. I'm the manager at Freddy's Pizzeria. Please let's step into my office do I can further explain things to you."

I did as told and began to follow the man. We made it to his office and I could see his name written on the desk as well when he went to sit on the other side.

We each took our seats and I saw him take out a notebook and began to write on it. "Alright, (Y/N). Tell me a bit about yourself, why do you want the job?"

"I thought the paper said there was no need of a background check." I joked and saw that he wasn't smiling.

"I'm aware of that but I'm just making sure that you'll be perfect for the job without any sort of problems. We can't let any stranger in here, what if I were to hire a murderer?" Steve chuckled once and tapped his pen again.

"Right..umm. I'm just interested in the money if I'm honest. Are you planning on reopening the restaurant soon?"

Steve seemed to think about it for a few seconds. "Of course. I would love to see the place filled with joy again and the laughter of children most of all."

"You are right. Thinking hard about it, it would be nice for a new generation of kids to experience Freddy's Pizzeria."

This seemed to interest Steve. "You would come here often?"

"Not that much, only whenever a classmate of mine would decide to spend their birthday here. I really enjoyed it here and seeing the animatronics. Foxy was my favorite." I tell him.

He hums and continues to take notes. "You do seem like a Foxy fanatic to me." He jokes and I smirk back.

"What would yours be? Freddy?

Steve shakes his head a bit. "Something like that. Let's say it's a rabbit…" He says smiling a bit. He places the pen down and folds his hands together now looking back at me.

"I think I've seen you at the mall. You work at a movie store, correct?"

"So now you're a stalker." I question feeling just a bit weirded out by it.

"I'm a busy man to be doing such things. I've just visited the place once and if I'm not mistaken, you look like one of the girls working there."

I nod my head once and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm not quite hard to miss either. Yes I do work there. If I'm able to get this second job, I'll surely move into a nicer place."

He raised an eyebrow. "Second one? Don't your parents help you out?"

"My mom only cares to contact with me if I have money to help her out. And about my dad, well I never met the man. I did have a stepdad but he's not important." I simply tell him not to say anymore or remember the past.

Steve Raglan looked at his wrist watch and then back at me. "Miss (Y/N). I can't say you're hired right away since there's another person who contacted me right when you came in. Let's make this fun. You and this other person will stay for the night and we'll see which one can handle it."

"Which one can survive the night." He smiled.

"I'm willing to work extra hours if it means that I'll have the job." I said standing up and he did the same.

He held his hand out for a handshake. "Then I'm looking forward to see who wins. Now, follow me I'll be handing out your uniform."

I smiled at Steve and began to follow him over to the storage area. I sniffed the air and it wasn't a quite pleasant smell, but I decided not to comment on it. It was kinda dark but I could see a Bonnie head on the far corner and a few other items.

"I want you here at 12 o'clock sharp. No delays." Steve said handing me my uniform and a few more things.

Looking up at the man I nodded my head again and smiled. "Of course, Sir." I tell him and could've sworn I saw his expression change a bit.

"Great. I hope you and your partner will get along. I look forward to seeing your progress." Steve said guiding back to the main entrance. With a quick goodbye, Steve closed the doors behind him leaving me alone outside.

I started going back into my car and looked at Freddy's Pizzeria. My new job. Let's see what's do complicated about this job.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #blumhouse #five nights at freddy's x reader #matthew lillard #william afton #fnaf movie #steve raglan #springtrap

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livindeadgirlgrav · 8 months

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Taken

Pairing: The Grabber x fem reader

Warning: Kidnapping, violence, possible dubcon, manipulation, bad language, toxic, NSFW, abuse, Stockholm syndrome!

A/n: Soo I started writing this story I couple years ago and never got to finish it since my old account got deleted soo Imma have my Frankenstein moment! Hope you like! Also I listen to music to help me write stories soo the song for this story particular is Put Me In a Movie-Lana Del Rey

Ps. I don’t condone anything this character does he’s a bad person like all the other slashers!

First + second person pov! Also alternating pov!

There I was running for my life in the middle of the street. No idea where I was or where I was going just knew I needed to leave. I’ve been with my boyfriend for 4 years now. He was a good man but not anymore. I still can’t wrap my head around what happened to him, all I know is he changed. Let me explain how I got in this situation, to make a long story short I’ll start at this morning.

I woke up to the sound of things being thrown about. “What are you doing?” I asked rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “You are a piece of shit you know that!? I should have left you back home! You are worthless!” Your scum of a man shouted at you. “What did I do!?” He turned around and slapped you hard. “You know exactly! Hiding my shit! You are such a child” You held your cheek as you grit your teeth. “You would probably like that huh? I see how you look at any woman!” You spat at him. He completely ignored you as he found his keys. “I’m going to work don’t be a cunt.” He said slamming the door behind him. You huffed looking around at the mess he created, you two had just moved here and got settled in. You couldn’t believe that you left everything for him! Your friends and family just to be abused by him.

Later on during that night you received a call from the douchebag. “Hey I’ll be home late I gotta work overtime.” This was your chance! You could leave him, stop this madness you’ve learned to deal with and take. Well not anymore once the phone hung up you were fast on your feet packing your stuff. It wasn’t a lot you guys moved a lot and when you move a lot you lose a lot too. Your whole life could fit in a backpack and it did. After packing you decided to take a quick shower and brush your teeth. It maybe took you an hour to do everything, you were trying to be quick and thank god you were for when you put your last shoe on, your prick of a boyfriend was walking in the door. “You liar” you thought as you ran to the bathroom locking the door behind you. “Y/n! What are you doing!? Y/n!” He yelled, as he banged on the door you quickly toss your bag out the bathroom window at this point he was practically kicking in the door. But once you crawled out the window and your feet hint the ground the bathroom door gave in. You grabbed your bag and ran hearing the abusive prick scream your name.

And that’s exactly how I got here, running for what felt like miles till I saw a mysterious man and a black van. “Please help me! Please” I said getting closer to the man noticing he was walking a rather large dog. “A man is trying to hurt me! He’ll kill me if he catches me!” I practically yelled. “Okay, okay I’ll help you.. here jump in here.” The man said opening the back of his van. I knew this was sketchy but anything was better then that ex of mine. After a couple minutes I heard him yell. “Hey excuse have you seen a girl about yay high, h/c hair, e/c eyes?” He sounded out of breath as he should be for chasing me. “No I haven’t seen any girl I’ve been walking Samson here.” The man said watching the other breathless man. Hearing his footsteps fade the van door opened. “Thank you so much! I really appreciate it!” The man smiled. “You wanna see a magic trick?” You looked at the man finally noticing he had a top hat and dark shades on which was weird to you since it was night time. Before words left your mouth the man grabbed you and sprayed this sticky liquid in your mouth. You coughed for the taste was terrible and sung the back of your throat. Before the man pushed you back and slammed the door you managed to hit and scratch him . “H-hey! W-what did you give m-me?” You coughed out hearing a hush and the van engine turning on. Samson, the dog bark making your ears ring roughly. You fought as hard as you could but you soon blacked out.

“My neck, my fucking neck. I should snap yours for what you did to my neck.” The man growled before tossing you onto a mattress on the floor. Sitting up I looked at him the best I could, vision still blurry from whatever he gave me. Looking at my surroundings to see what I assumed was a dirty basement. “Jesus it’s covered in blood.” You looked at the man as he crouched beside you giving you a good view of his devilish mask. “It’s like I killed someone. You see that?” He huffed showing me his scratched neck then waving his fingers in my face. “Not like you can see shit.” Starring at the man you grew fearful. “I know that you’re scared but I’m not going to hurt you anymore. What I said about snapping your neck..I was angry is all you did a number in my neck.” He chuckled. “I’m not gonna hold it against you” he said in a more light tone scooting closer to you. “I guess now we’re even.” He said was he played with your hair. “You don’t have to be scared, because nothing bad is going to happen here and on that I give my word Johnny.” The man put up two fingers signaling he swore. “You like soda? Hm? I’ll tell you what imma go get you a soda and then- is that the phone? Did you hear a phone ring?” He got a bit closer to your face so close you could feel his breath if it wasn't for his emotionless mask. “I’m going to get see who it is then I’ll get you a soda and then I’ll come back and explain everything hm?” He stood up and walked to the door turning to take one last look before shutting and locking the door. Gripping the mattress, I looked around seeing this dirty basement was pretty nice. Seeing beside me a black phone, I debated on picking it up but who would I call? I asked myself. Not knowing what was in my system I thought it best to try to sleep it off so I did.

When I woke up the lights were off and the door was still shut. Looking around I was able to get a better view of my surroundings. I grasp the black phone, taking it off the hook and holding it to my ear just to easy my curiosity. "It doesn't work, not since I was a kid. Hang it up." You jumped a little at the sudden noise. Hanging up the phone you turned around to see your kidnapper. The man flipped the lights on. " I know you're scared and want to go home." You stared at the man only seeing his figure due to him not being in the line of light. "I'll take you home soon. Its just..ugh everything is fucked up. I got to be upstairs for a while somethings come up." You nodded a little. "What?" you said softly. "Nevermind what." he said in a tone. "Is it someone up there?" Walking into light you saw the mans mask, it was different he had a big creepy smile and he had a small band-aid like bandage on his neck. For some weird reason you found this mask more comforting then the emotionless one. The man growled. "No one can hear anything if the door's shut I sound proofed it myself, so if you wish to scream or yell do as much as you like, you won't bother anyone." You watched the man grab the door and began to shut it. "I-i don't have a home." The man looked at you and walked back into the room so you could see his face. " I will never make you do anything you won't..like." You backed away a bit, deciding to sit down on the mattress. You were uncomfortable to say the less but for some reason you weren't scared. The man noted your sudden change and shut the door behind him deciding it was best to leave then to keeping the conversation going with you. Once the man left you looked around the room, you found a toilet backed away in a little hall way, old rolls of carpet, and a crack in the cement. Not knowing what to do with your recent discoveries you decided it was just best to try to sleep again. It was annoying but what else did you have to do?

You swore it had been forever since your captor came back down to see you. You sat on the bed with your knees to your chest starring at the door. This isolation was killing you. You stared picking the skin around your fingernails causing them to bleed every now and again. You were anxious, did he forget about you? Were you going to starve to death in this dirty basement? Did someone catch him? Did he not what you anymore? What a minute you thought to yourself did you want him to want you? Snapping out of your thoughts as you heard the door unlock and be pushed open. You sat up letting your knees go. The man walked in with a tray of food. "W-what did you put in that?" You asked as you watched the man walk towards you. "Salt and pepper." He chuckled placing the tray at the end of the mattress he sighed. "Eat it don't eat it. You're already down here, why would I need to drug you?" You were beyond starving, scooting to the end of the mattress you pulled the tray back to the spot you were just in. "Thank you." The Grabber leaned his head to the side watching you through the holes in his mask. As you began to eat the man turned to leave. You nearly choked on eggs trying to speak fast enough to catch him. "Hey! ...Stay." The man looked at you over his shoulder seeing you sitting on your knees. "Please...I don't want to be alone." Watching the man he nodded and walked towards you. You moved to the edge of a corner on the mattress so he could sit on the end, which he did. You noted that the man watched you as you ate and drunk the glass soda he put on the tray.

Once you finished you stared at the man. "What's your name?" "What's yours?" He asked uncomfortable answering the question. "Y/n" You said softly. "That's a beautiful name." You smiled a fair blush forming on your cheeks. You knew none of this was right, especially how you were feeling. Why were you okay with this? You kept asking yourself. "Why did you take me?" Asking softly the man growled a little not liking the question. "I couldn't leave you." He answered, knowing you weren't going to get any more detail you nodded. "Are you the man on the TV? Who took those boys?" You watched his face, his eyes looking for some humanly reaction, but nothing. "That wasn't me, that was someone else.." Not believing him fully you decided to not try to pull more info. "Who was that guy?" Finally asking you a question. "My ex boyfriend bf/n." "Why were you running from him?" You looked down not wanting to talk about it. "He was abusing me. Physically" The man studied your face, scooting closer to you he pushed your hair behind your ear. Looking at his eyes then the smiling mouth of his mask, without thought you reached to touch the mask but as your finger tips grazed the surface the man grabbed your hand tightly moving it away from him. You jumped a little at the sudden movement making the man huff. Letting you go the man stood and walked to the door taking the tray with him. "Wait! I'm sorry I won't do it again." You begged but the nameless man pulled the door to leaving it unlocked. Running to the door you went to open it but you hesitated, leaving the door alone you walked back to the mattress.

After that day you would only see him when he brought you food. You hated yourself for ever trying to touch his mask. He didn't talk to you and he always wore his emotionless mask. You grew to seek his attention and presence. Not knowing if it was the isolation or just the simple fact you were weirdly attracted to him. Not having no sense of time you woke up on what felt like the 50th day, laying curled in a ball watching the phone swing. "Stop it.." "Stop what?" Jumping up you looked at the man seeing he only had his mouth piece of his mask on. "What are you doing?" You said shaky, looking down at yourself just to see if anything was out of place. "I didn't touch you." You looked up at him without lifting your head. "Don't look at me like that." He said with a voice crack at the end. "I just wanted to look at you.." Feeling your breath hence, you pulled your knees to your chest. The man stood from the spot he was just crouching at and walked to you. He sat in front of you starring at you never breaking eye contact. "Your eyes are blue.." He nodded. "My name is Albert. But don't call me that." You smiled softly liking that he was opening up to you, it made you comfortable but it also made these stupid butterflies fly around your semi empty stomach. "Can I call you Al?" You knew who he was, he was The Grabber, the man all over news who took those boys, but you questioned your reality wanting to believe it wasn't him like he said. You did believe it but not in your heart. He nodded as he raised his hand to your face softly brushing his finger against your cheek, you tensed at the contact but relaxed as he continued. Slowly he moved his hand to your chin rubbing it with his thumb and index finger before he rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb. Heart beating fast and loud like a drum you watched him his eyes going back and forth from your lips to your eyes.

"Al."you said breathlessly. Hushing you the man lend in and pressed the lips of his mask onto yours. So many thoughts ran through your head. Should you push him away? Kiss the cold fake lips? Or just sit there? Without thought you kissed the lips of the mask back then pulled away as he did. Albert stared at you his eyebrows raised giving him a sad look. "Al?" He stood up without a word and walked out locking the door behind him, leaving you there alone and confused.

Weeeeelllllll this is part 1 of the story! I hope you guys like it! I'm sorry it's so long but man when I get a story I just can't stop lol anywho part 2 should be up later!

#slasher requests #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher fucker #the black phone #the grabber x reader #the grabber x you #the grabber #my wriring #my story #part 1 #black phone #albert shaw

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sonicasura · 18 days

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Let's be honest with ourselves that Transformers Earthspark has its issues. It isn't uncommon for the series to have a few messy iterations throughout the years. However those at least have something going for them.

Bayverse is a junk pile yet there's a lot of material you can build off on and some pretty interesting concepts. RiD15 is an awful sequel to Prime but does decently well as a standalone although there are much needed changes to be had. Earthspark... Well, it's just there.

I can be lenient with the plot holes and poor pacing as Nickelodeon is notorious for interfering with any show that isn't SpongeBob to the point of cancellation. The issues truly land on the characters themselves. I'm gonna try to simplify it without devolving into a rant like the previous draft.

Edit: Gonna add some further edits as I wrote this in the middle of the night. Plus my simplified version skipped some key details.

Robby. Somehow they made a human character I actually dislike instead of be neutral about. In the official Transformers wiki, he's labeled as a big brother who cares for his siblings but his actions so far say otherwise. Robby literally ran away in the first episode because they moved then decided to try and hide the Terrans from his parents.

Yet he rarely gets enough consequences for his actions. I think we don't just need less Emberstone saves not just because of plot armor but force actual character growth on him. Like a life changing to one of his siblings as consequences for his actions and strained relationship until he gets his head outta his ass.

Edit: Yes, I know Robby is a teenager but that isn't a decent enough excuse for his behavior. Seen the trope about big brothers who do act closed off or at some points rude but they haven't done shit that put their family in serious danger. No, I didn't try to purposely forget the times he was injured badly.

There honestly needs to be less of those and his consequences be adjusted to it affects someone else badly. *

Next issue is lacking confrontation with Optimus choices alongside the obvious misplaced trust in the 13 Primes. Quintus Prime literally emotionally manipulated and scarred Mo through a fake bad ending reality because she doubted herself. No good person would do that, much less an actual ally. Even moreso on a child.

I seen this shit in Trollhunters but at least Jim, the main character, was a teenager. (It still was wrong though.) We also got remember that Liege Maximo and Megatronus/The Fallen are Primes. Yet somehow it is best to trust them.

Don't get me started with some of Optimus' choices when it comes to GHOST. He probably did it to protect his Autobots but what about the Decepticons who are locked away? Why are there so little of his companions with him especially since Bumblebee had fucking went into hiding before the show began.

There needs to be tension between Optimus with his Autobots. Someone is bound to snap and Bumblebee would have the biggest impact. The man clearly isn't okay as he's doing things that even Megatron admits ain't like him.

Mandroid needs to be written differently. He has the making of a sympathetic villain but oh boy. First off it is clear that his depiction is ableist aligned since the reason he doesn't like Cybertronians is because he lost his arm. Major thing to change right there.

Give him a narrative where his interest been genuine but slowly declines as the Autobot/Decepticon war increases the number of destroyed lives. Let him become a victim to this than just 'I lost my arm so death alongside experimentation to all Cybertronians'. Also don't make Mandroid ignore the obvious fact that the Transformers parts he puts into his body is slowly poisoning and instead come up with ways to fight the infection. Kinda like in Ironman 2 where Tony's arc reactor began to do the same thing.

Edit: Mandroid's negative views on Cybertronians are about the war and he's aware of the Energon poisoning. It is just that it is poorly portrayed to the point you rarely see it over his Arachnamechs/his ruined life.

Have the man present various evidence of destruction the war caused by both sides at the Malto children or anonymously spread such info around town to sew discontent with the townsfolk. 'These are the people who you consider heroes. Who you see as family and friends. Or should these tragedies be forgotten?'

Do a Baxter Stockman where you frequently see him try to fix the Energon poisoning than just simple dialogue. Even have testing on organic subjects to see how they react and find ways to counter it. Don't keep these key points as simple dialogue. *

I don't think Karen needs much changes either. 'But her taking over Cybertron doesn't make sense!' It actually does for one reason: hubris. Have you ever seen what happens when you give a control freak power? Their behavior becomes more erratic as they begin to think they deserve more. She is xenophobic in nature so imprisoning Decepticons and ordering around the Autobots is a drug to her.

Karen wants to treat them like slaves so the next step in her mind is Cybertron. Her death is well deserved and well played. Just like Icarus, the bitch flew too close to the sun.

I think the last major issue, other than out of character racist Shockwave, is the Terrans. No offense but they need a bit less screentime so the rest of the cast can shine. We barely see Alex and there's unclarified issues involving Bumblebee with Arcee if he's uncomfortable around her.

I also want their flaws to be at the forefront. Thrash is the only one who gotten such character development from his encounter with Swindle. We need more of that! Like Hashtag's overreliance on the Internet biting her back as she is forced to use real world skills.

Edit: I accidentally put in Terrans when I really meant Twitch. The screentime for everyone needs to be balanced mainly for the Malto family. Alex alongside the three younger Terrans rarely get involved or their characters further build upon. Twitch needs to get benched more.

Also the Dad Number 2 should really be addressed. Wheeljack was clearly uncomfortable when it been brought up. Plus it is way too fast to even consider such ideas unless you plan to have it addressed properly. Like 'Kid. We barely know each other yet somehow I became a father figure in an instant? It's best not to do that until you truly certain "Dad Number 2" doesn't mean harm or feels comfortable with it.' *

Earthspark clearly has potential but these problems need to be handled better. Addong the deleted scenes help add some clarification but canon needs to present it. We are supposed to get a second season so hopefully some of these are addressed.

#sonicasura #maccadam #transformers #transformers series #transformers earthspark #tf #tf series #tf es #tfes #personal idea #rambles #tv shows #slight rant #personal review #fixing canon #canon divergence #character flaws

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Just like you

Pairing: Simon “Ghost ” Riley x f!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish ) + Children. Summary: Simon is always scared to interact with his son. Part of Simon Route in Mini MacTavish verse

A/N :Character from @saltofmercury ’s “The Favorite MacTavish” , where the reader/OC is Soap’s little sister.Thank you for lending me your character. For @floral-force. I am sorry it turned from semi crack fic idea into Semi melancholy + sad fic. *sigh* “masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Tiny is sitting at the dining table, peeling potatoes, his sister chopping it up into cubes while his father is standing by the stove, making dinner.

“ Your Ma is going to be home a little bit later today. Let’s make some dinner together?”.

He loves spending time with his Da. He loves his father.

He is always sad he doesn’t get to spend or see him much at home.

“I’m sorry son.” His Da always has this sad smile on his face, while patting his head before he heads out and disappears for weeks. Your Da and uncles are busy protecting us, fighting bad guys. His Ma told him once.

Watching his father’s broad back, towering over the kitchen area, stirring the pan slowly. He always admired his Da and uncle’s strong muscles. Protector of the family. He wants to be just like him. To protect his Ma and sister.

“Da?”

“Yes Tiny?”

“How do I become more like you?”

Simon stopped. Turning the heat down and set aside the spatula and slowly turn around to face his son.

Tiny shrunk a little when he saw his father’s expression. Frowning, confusion, disappointment. And something else.

That sad expression again. Tiny thought. Is he mad at me? That’s why he looks so disappointed and sad? Just as Simon was about to reply, he heard your voice from the front door, announcing your return. Aileen jumped off the chair and ran straight out of the kitchen, while Simon patted Tiny on the head as he sighed. “ Come on. Let’s go say hi to your Ma.” Before he turned away and followed his daughter out. It turned out to be a very awkward night.

“Something on your mind,mo ghràdh? You've been very quiet tonight.” Simon isn’t a man of many words. But even when he is in his mood, you can still get a few grunts out of him. You knew something was on his mind when the only sound he made to you was greeting you at the door when you came home. The tension at the dining table was unbearable. Near silence apart from sounds of cutlery and whiteware clanking against each other. Poor Aileen was stuck in the middle, eyeing her father, and brother, and a pleading look to you, to be excused from the table as soon as possible to get away from the awkwardness.

You crawl into bed, shuffled towards him. Resting your head against the nape of his neck, while attempting to wrap your one arm around his broad muscular torso, and the leg around his waist. His hand immediately grabs yours, clutching it like it’s his only lifeline. “Am I a good father?”

“What brought this on?”

“Tiny asked me this afternoon, what he can do be more like me.” “ You know our son looks up to you. A lot.” Kissing his neck lightly, “He wants to spend more quality time with you, but he doesn’t know how to approach you.”

Simon feels guilty. He doesn’t want his son, his precious son to grow up like him. A man with a chip on his shoulder. The trauma he went through. Turning into a Ghost. He is too scared that history will repeat itself.

He doesn’t want to push his son away, yet, he is doing exactly the thing he vow not to.

Ironically, when Simon first met the twins, it was Tiny that warmed up to his father the quickest, while Aileen took a while to even let her father be close to her. Now the situation has flipped.

You have noticed a few times when Simon is holding Aileen, having father and daughter bonding time, Tiny always stands on the side, watching on with envy in his eyes. “Go talk to him. Approach him first. Tell him your story.” you feel him tensing up. “It will be alright. We told them how we met, right? And the turmoil. They understood the situation.” Thinking back to how two of you sat the children down, told them why they have taken on the MacTavish surname instead of Riley. Nuzzling your cheek against his back and neck. “Children are smart. They understand more than you expect.” Adjusting your hold slightly, “Now, do you want me to stay as a big spoon?”

“You mean a koala?” You smiled. There’s your playful husband back to you.

“If your cousin Joseph is still around, he would love to play football with you.”

Tiny stopped kicking the ball, he turned, looking at his father, who has been sitting on the bench for the last half an hour, watching him practising.

Sensing his father had more to say, he picks the ball up, and proceeds to sit beside him.

“ I often played passing the ball with him when he was your age.” “What happened to him?”

Simon paused. Should he really be telling his young boy about the gruesome event?

Thinking back to your words They understand more than you expect.

Simon slowly recounts events from his childhood. What his father did to him. The pain and trauma he caused. How he ran away from all of this at one stage, came back, and the tragedy.

Looking down at his son, who is trying to hold in his tears. “I’m sorry Da.”

“I am the one who should be saying sorry.” ruffling his hair. “I don’t want you to grow up like me Tiny, I want you to have a happy childhood. One that is better than mine. And choose your own path.”

“But I don’t want you to be disappointed in me…” Tiny look down, tears starting to drop.

“ I will never be disappointed with you ok? I love you son.” Pulling him into a hug, he whispered in his ears. Nodding his head, Tiny tries to wipe his tears away. “ I am sorry I am not always here to be with you and your sis. But you know you can come to me for anything, right?” Nodding his head again, he pulled from his father’s embrace a little bit before asking,

“ Can you help me with my football practice Da? I need someone to sharpen up my defence skills.”

Simon smiled.

Sitting there at the dining table, waiting for the tea to be brewed, you saw your two boys walking through the backdoor, discussing something. You can see they have talked through their problems and are slowly bonding.

“It takes a lot of time and training.It’s not easy.”

“ But…. Uncle Soap said he achieved it by eating a lot of haggis???”

… well the conversation has certainly taken a weird turn. Simon turned to look at you in a deadpan manner. See what your brother has been teaching our kids?

“Uncle Soap said you can achieve anything by eating haggis.” your daughter piped up.

You burst out laughing. “Well. That is what your Pop told him. He went through a stage where he begged your Nan to make it for him everyday.” “Don’t give them any ideas MINI.” NOT YOU TOO. Simon warned. Grabbing a jug of water from the fridge, pouring it for both Tiny and himself a glass, sitting down beside you. “ I swear you MacTavishes are a bunch of cheeky bastards.”

“Languages Simon.” Elbowing him, “ Regretting marrying me yet?” “Never.” “So Ma, Can I please have haggis for dinner?”

“No need, just have more tea like your Da and that will do the trick.”

“MINI.”

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mirageofadesert · 13 days

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Give me more morally gray characters ...

Let me interrupt my regular program for a brief rant about Downton Abbey and Thomas Barrow… well, not really regular as I've been too busy to watch anything with subtitles for the past few weeks. Instead, I passively binged on Downton Abbey while working.

I love morally gray characters, be it Tantai Jin from TTEOTM or Spike from Buffy. One of my favorite characters is Thomas Barrow from Downton Abbey. (Spoiler Alert, TW // suicide, homophobia, conversion therapy)

Thomas is everything I need in a character ... unhinged, angsty and gay.

I loved him from the first rude line to the last. He starts out as a delightful troublemaker with a cruel streak born of fear, hurt and the desire to be respected, fit in and belong. He is, as Baxter understands so well, his own worst enemy, having perfected self-sabotage over the years.

A supporting character for most of the show, the footman-turned-butler's story is usually prioritized over his character development - meaning the writers know where they want him to end up each season, even if it contradicts previous characterizations. This leaves the audience with a character who can be hard to follow at times.

The writing really got on my nerves at times. From conveniently forgetting his medical training when they want him to despair during his job hunt, to pulling any kind of cunning out of him when they want him to appear changed (and depressed), Thomas is always what the showrunners need him to be, but not necessary what would make sense for his character. I'm still annoyed that they made him go through medical torture in the form of conversion therapy and a suicide attempt, and then glossed over these traumatic incidents in favor of boring other storylines. Or how they portrayed his war injury as an act of cowardice rather than desperation.

What I love about him is that he was still a coherent character who remained a morally gray character (the last film aside, because they sort of forgot to give him any of his character traits back). Thomas would still lash out when he was angry or hurt, would still manipulate others for his own gain, and would still feel wronged by the world. Once the world has brought him to his knees, he understands that he has only himself to blame, and he tries to do better - which has its ups and downs. The Thomas we see in the final and in the films still wants to belong, is still a desperate romantic, but he is also so incredibly insecure in a rather endearing way.

Younger Thomas was rather stiff but dignified, trying to appear immaculate, trying to hide the fact that he felt he was anything but. Once the mask comes off, he goes from being a reluctant cat to being full of nervous puppy energy. As a neurodivergent person who has recently struggled with not being able to masks well, I can relate a little too much to this version of Thomas.

Most characters, that start out as villains, either change completely (like Tantai Jin), their behavior will be excused (like Mo Ran or Spike) or they sacrifice themselves for the greater good to redeem themselves (like Spike). Thomas stays more on less morally gray. We understand the reasons better, why he would lash out at others, and we can feel sorry for him. He had a harder life than most, but that still does not undo the harm he has done to others.

All in all, the last film was a bit of a disappointment for me, mainly because a lot of the characters felt a bit off. I had to watch the film twice to get behind the romance with Guy Dexter. What Guy meets is Thomas desire to be respected as a person, to be seen as worthwhile, to escape the life as decorative wallpaper and to finally have a romantic relationship with someone that is rather enthusiastic about him. A lot of their relationships seems to have developed off-screen, based on Guy knowing who Carson was during his proposal and understanding how uncertain Thomas still feels about his role in the household. I wish them well - but not at the expense of Thomas being excluded from the rumoured 3rd film. I hope it takes place in the USA and we get to see him again!

I really wish we would see more morally gray characters like this, even through a quick look into the fandom of Downton Abbey shows me, that not everybody can handle it.

#downton abbey #thomas barrow

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peqchsoup · 2 years

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hi! i love your work! may I request #19 and #37 for tangerine?

Ahh thank you so much!!! I feel so blessed that someone actually sent a request and enjoys my work! I really hope you were referencing the bed prompts post because that's what I wrote and I love it (I will also write for prompt #37 at some point today or tomorrow, but for now here's Prompt #19!!

Prompt #19: "You were kidnapped and I won't let anyone else get to you again."

Hold Me Tight

Tangerine x fem!reader

TW: mentions of blood, violence, kidnapping, and implied r@pe

I didn't proofread this don't judge me

You knew you should've trusted your gut. Something felt very off.

You were sitting at the bar of a fancy restaurant, waiting for the Twins. In the past two weeks, you worked on one of their longest jobs with them and it turned out to be a huge success. So, understandably, you wanted to celebrate. Tangerine chose Le Gavroche, one of the most expensive restaurants in London.

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You should've known that Tangerine wanted to do something expensive to celebrate. That's why you were looking at the menu for Le Gavroche on Tangerine's sofa, scoffing at the prices,

"£64 for Turbot? Are you mad?" Tangerine's head whipped round to look at you, Lemon giving you the 'take it back' eyes.

"Am I mad? I dunno, am I mad? Lemon, am I mad?"

"Don't bring me into this." Lemon went back to playing some kind of Thomas the Tank Engine game on his phone. Tangerine looked back at you,

"That job took weeks. Lemon nearly died, then I nearly died. So excuse me if I want to celebrate with some expensive food. I can't use this money when I'm dead, so I may as well use it now!"

You watched as Tangerine's eye twitched, his jaw wound tightly,

"All I'm saying is that I'm not paying £64 for a bit of fish!"

"Well I'll fucking pay for you, I'll buy the whole meal so no one gets upset. There, happy?"

"A bit, yeah," you muttered, and went back to looking at your phone. You should have realised that Tangerine would pay anyway, seeing as you were sitting in his £1.6 million townhouse in central London.

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So here you were, sipping your £30 glass of wine. When the bartender asked how you would be paying, you told him to open a tab under Tangerine's name and proceeded to recite his credit card details. You had those digits memorised a long time ago.

Tangerine wasn't a sugar daddy, per se, but he definitely had a sweet spot for you and if you wanted it, you usually got it. There was nothing romantic or even sexual about the nature of your relationship, he just couldn't resist your face. Which is why you were sitting at the bar in the black Rhode velvet midi dress with black Louboutin pumps and a Gucci canvas wrist pouch. Lemon and Tangerine took you to Harrods earlier that afternoon and watched you try on at least 13 dresses with the Louboutins. You were finally going to have your own pair of red bottoms and you couldn't be more excited. Tangerine's materialistic personality really came in handy sometimes.

Once you had picked out your dress and bag, the Twins led you to the men's section to get themselves a new suit each. Lemon quickly picked out a simple black Burberry two-piece, tried it on, and was happy. Tangerine, however, pondered over more suits than you did dresses, and landed on a Gucci two-piece in burgundy. They each got a black Tom Ford silk tie to pull their outfits together, and to yours.

You couldn't wait to see them all dressed up in their new suits. Admittedly, you arrived early to the bar. But upon checking your watch, they were already 10 minutes late, and you hadn't heard anything from them. It was probably just that Tangerine was being too anal about his moustache looking perfect that they ran over. So, you took a photo of your glass of wine and sent it to the groupchat you shared with the brothers,

Got a tab started in your name already, T! And the more drunk I get, the more I like to spend…

When you sent that message, you were certain you'd get a speedy response. Tangerine didn't like you getting drunk when you were by yourself. The world was too dangerous and too many men would try to take advantage.

A few minutes passed and you had no response. It wasn't like them to not respond quickly. Lemon was attached to his phone most of the time, so you were certain he'd say something, at least. You wondered if your message hadn't sent to their phones, so you stepped outside to see if there was an issue with the signal inside the restaurant. You tapped your message in the chat and the little 'delivered' label popped up. So nothing was wrong with your phone. You stepped back inside to close the tab and headed off down the street attempting to flag down a cab to go to Tangerine's and see what was going on.

As you were waving down a cab, a black van quickly overtook it, cut it off and pulled up right in front of you. That was a bad sign.

You tried to start running but you had barely turned around before a guy grabbed you around your middle, covered your mouth to stop you from screaming, and dragged you into the side door of the van. It all happened so quickly that no one even seemed to see it happen.

There was another man who closed the side door of the van behind the man who dragged you in and no one else in the back of the van. It sounded like there was only one driver up front, though you couldn't be sure. Three men was doable. You had taken out more before. Although you were better prepared in previous circumstances.

You started to thrash against the man holding you from behind, kicking at the one binding your feet. The man holding you had his arms around your arms, holding them down to your sides so you couldn't hit either of them. The one binding your feet sent a startling hit to your cheek, knocking you near enough unconsciousness to let them get on with what they were doing. Having your hands and feet bound wasn't ideal, but it was a hell of a lot better than being unconscious. God only knows what they would do if you were out cold.

You had no idea how long you'd been travelling, and you had a feeling that the lack of windows in the back of the van meant that anyone back there wasn't supposed to know where they were or how far they travelled. The van came to a stop and you heard the click of the handbrake, meaning you had reached your destination. The man who initially grabbed you to put you in the van took hold of you and threw you over his shoulder, holding onto your legs so you wouldn't fall off. He stepped out of the van and into what appeared to be a barn. Probably on an abandoned farm in the middle of nowhere.

The man carrying you dropped you onto the ground with a thud and lifted you so you were on your knees in front of him, your hands tied behind your back. He stepped aside to reveal the leader of their gang; a tall man with a pistol held at his side.

"No offence, guy," you started, "but I have no clue who you are. Are you sure you have the right girl?"

He laughed and pointed the gun at your forehead.

"You may not know who I am, but I know exactly who you are. Lemon and Tangerine took my family from me, so I'm taking the closest thing they have to a family."

Oh.

OH.

This was happening. This was actually happening. You were going to die. You brain was going a million miles a minute. You'd never see Lemon and Tangerine ever again. You wouldn't get to tell them how much they meant to you. How much you loved Tangerine. Not that it mattered, you were going to die.

The gun clicked as the man cocked it, walking towards you and pressing the cold metal to your skin. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the end.

An bang rang out somewhere in the barn, your breath caught in your throat as you clenched your eyes closed tighter. You huffed out your breath quickly, breathing heavy when you realised it wasn't you who was dead, but the man who held the gun to your forehead. He lay motionless on the ground, blood pooling around his head. You looked up and there, directly in your line of sight 30 metres in front of you, were Lemon and Tangerine. They wielded huge guns and were wearing rain macs and rubber gloves and they just started blasting the gang members, somehow managing to avoid being shot themselves.

They mowed down the gang in minutes and came running over to you. Lemon started untying you whilst Tangerine threw his gun aside, dropped to his knees, and ripped his gloves off to hold your cheeks in his hands. He moved your face side to side, up and down before looking you directly in the eyes,

"Are you alright, love? You're not hurt, are you?"

You smiled at Tangerine's concern, feeling your hands and feet become free and rubbing your wrists to dull the ache of the friction burns from the rope, "I'm alright, T. I promise."

"I'm so so sorry we weren't at the restaurant in time." He looked genuinely guilty that him and his brother weren't around to keep you safe. The Twins helped you to your feet and Lemon pulled you into a hug. You leaned your head against his chest, listening to his heart while he explained,

"They sent guys to Tangerine's house to slow us down so they had a chance to get you. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"Hey, it's okay," Your voice was soft, "You found me and you saved me. I owe you both my life."

"You don't owe us nothing, darling."

You lifted your head to look at Tangerine, though still in Lemon's embrace. You noticed through their transparent rain macs that they were wearing their dinner suits.

"How did you find me?"

Tangerine smirked solemnly, "I guess your kidnappers weren't smart enough to turn your phone off. You still have your location shared with us." Tangerine lifted his phone to display the dot your phone made on the map.

"Oh, Tan." You left Lemon's arms and wrapped your arms around Tangerine's neck, pulling him close to you in a hug. He wasn't normally one for hugging, that was more his brother's style, but he quickly untensed and lifted his arms to put them around you. He placed his head on top of yours, giving a small kiss to the top of your head.

Lemon walked over and put a hand on your shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze, "let's get you home."

The drive home was peaceful. Tangerine drove while Lemon sat in the back with you, comforting you when he noticed you visibly shaking. He stroked your hair and shushed gently when he could hear you whimper.

Tangerine watched in the rear view mirror every now and then, vowing to himself that, from this moment, he would never let you out of his sight ever again. That meant he wasn't driving you back to your flat. No, absolutely not. He was taking you to his home where you would live from that day forward. You already had your own bedroom there for jobs that finished late at night, as did Lemon. Tangerine couldn't see any reason for you not to live there with him.

It was deep into the night when you got back to Tangerine's house. Lemon walked to his room and Tangerine led you to his where he undressed and slipped on a pair of pyjama pants before he helped you take off your dress and found one of his t shirts for you to wear. There were no boundaries between you and the Twins these days. You had known them for long enough and had done so many jobs with them where you had to change in front of each other that it wasn't a big deal anymore.

"Goodnight, Tangerine. Thank you again." You said quietly, shuffling towards the bedroom door to leave and go to your own room.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed." "You’re sleeping in here tonight, love."

"Why?"

"Why? You were kidnapped, love, and I won't let anyone else get to you again. I don't want you leaving my sight."

You smiled and shuffled towards Tangerine's bed, climbing under the cover and shuffling close to the wall so he had plenty of room. He lay down and pulled you close to him and you put your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it slowly lulled you to sleep.

"This alright, darling?"

You smiled, warmed by him asking for consent to just hold you. He was so polite.

"Mhm, goodnight Tangerine."

"Goodnight sweetheart."

#tangerine #bullet train #lemon and tangerine #bullet train tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #aaron taylor johnson #tangerine and lemon

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theodorerr · 1 year

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SO the movie is not out yet but we need to start plotting all the fix-it fics so here’s my favorite version: Theo and Liam have actually been together for all these years after the war because that’s just canon and cannot be changed as hundreds of a03 pages teach us, but at some point before the movie (months or years depending on how much angst we want) they had a huge fight and break up and Liam ran away to Japan isolating himself from everyone like the drama queen he is and met Hikari and tried to move on, movie happens blah blah boring ugly OOC dark more boring more OOC more bad slow-mo, finally the movie ends and I want at least 50 fics in which Theo comes back like “excuse me I think you have something that belongs to me, yes that dumbass over there, hi Liam” and other 50 fics in which it’s Liam that goes “drama queen time over, gonna go find my chimera now” and Hikari is very understanding of Liam still being in love with his ex and actually relieved because she doesn’t have to be the one to dump him for the girl she fell in love with too, and they stay friends and Theo is all bitchy with her because he’s petty and jealous but he’s also “thank you for saving my stupid boyfriend’s ass while I was away brooding watching rom-com on Netflix and eating junk food while you were all fighting for your lives in the dark in that horrible movie, just don’t ever kiss him again pls” and they eventually bond.

And when Liam comes home Mason heals from his temporary insanity and resigns from being a cop.

#thiam #teen wolf movie #BRING IT JEFF #I'LL FIND THOUSANDS OF WAYS THIAM IS STILL CANON REGARDLESS OF YOUR SAD LITTLE MOVIE #JUST TRY ME

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green-alm0nd · 8 months

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[Hunter x gn!reader]: Winter break

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As the Bad Batch stays the winter in Ord Mantell, it starts to snow. Hunter has been feeling down lately, since he had lost his brother, Crosshair. You decide to take this moment and make him smile.

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WARNINGS: Talks about Crosshair joining the Empire, angs, sad Hunter, bright reader, established relationship, snowy days, comfort at the end. And, of course, fluff :)

Kinda short. Enjoy!

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"I suggest we stay in Cid's bar. There are several snowstorms coming our way." Tech suggested. Wrecker groaned in response.

"So much for having super cool flying skills." He replied, rolling his eyes. Tech sighed.

"I don't think it's a bad idea, we could still make jobs insde the bar." Omega replied.

"That sounds good. Right, sarge?" You told Omega. However, Hunter was quiet. More quiet than usual. He didn't even notice you engaging a conversation, he seemed deep in thought.

"Hunter." You called, when the man snapped off his thoughts.

"Sorry, I zoned out for a second." He excused.

"More and more this week." Tech remarked, earning a nod from Echo.

"I'm fine, I'm just tired." He said.

He got up, and an awkward silence set the atmosphere of the not busy bar.

Eventually, you decided to speak up.

"I'll... go with you." You replied. Hunter just nodded and expected you to go with him as he startex walking.

The rest of the Batchers continued to discuss wether or not to stay at Cid's bar.

You both entered the shared room you had.

"Hunter..." You started. The door closed.

"I know, ner sarad." He cut you off.

You sat down on the bed next to him, and ran motions on his shoulder.

"Hunter, you've been feeling down lately. Is this because of...Crosshair?"

Not even a sound was heard in the room, just complete silence. He nodded.

"Hunter, it's been three mo-"

"What if the Empire is torturing him, or using him, or-" He started.

You placed a hand on his chest.

"It is not your fault. He was being controlled by the Empire, and we will get him back." You reassured.

Hunter sighed.

"I-I know. I just-." He started.

"You need a break from this, Hunter. It's eating you out." You replied.

He sighed again, and grabbed your hand to kiss the palm of your hand.

"We will get Crosshair back, I promise."

Eventually, he nodded.

"Hunter! Look!" Omega yelled happily, pointing at the window.

Tech, Wrecker and Echo ran after Omega. Wrecker looked as excited as Omega, as a kid that wanted to play in the snow.

Echo placed a hand on Omega's hand.

"I have analysed the snow, and we could see it before the snowstorm starts." Tech stated.

You chuckled softly.

"I think we all need a break." You suggested. Hunter nodded.

"Yeah, we could all use that."

Everyone got gloves and scarves. While you dressed up, Hunter came from behind and held you close.

"Thank you, ner sarad."

You smiled, and kissed his forehead.

"That's okay, Hunter." You replied.

When you exited Cid's bar, everyone headed to the closest field, and Wrecker immediately threw himself on the snow. Omega laughed, and started playing in the snow.

She laughed and smiled, she was really a sweet girl.

Wrecker, Echo, Tech and Omega started a snow fight. You and Hunter laughed, feeling happy.

"That is not fair." Tech said, pulling up his goggles to examine the situation.

"Competitive much, Tech?" Wrecker laughed, alongside Omega.

You crossed your arms, laughing.

"Ner sarad," Hunter called. "I... wanted to say thank you. You really cheered me u- Hey!" Hunter yelled, when Omega threw a snow ball at him. You laughed hysterically, while Wrecker tried to make a giant snow ball.

After a very, very exciting snow ball fight, you were all tired.

Tech and Echo left first, warning the others to come back quickly to hide for the snowstorm. Omega and Wrecker were next, as they had to get Mantell Mix before the storm started.

You and Hunter stood there, quietly watching the snowflakes fall. Hunter hugged you close, keeping the warmth.

"This is nice." You said.

Hunter turned to face you, and kissed your cold lips. You kissed back quickly, wrapping your arma around his neck. He placed a hand on your chin while the other one rested on your waist.

All of you really needed the winter break. Especially Hunter.

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Kinda short, but I keep thinking about Hunter beating the crap out of Hemlock when he finds him for stealing his child and torturing his brother-

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!

#hunter the bad batch #the bad batch hunter #bad batch hunter #sergeant hunter #hunter tbb #hunter x reader #hunter tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch

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nothoughtheadempty · 5 months

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I'm sorry, but do people actually like 2ha? it's a genuine question because I can't wrap my head around it no matter how much i try

I read about 280 chapters and then stopped because I couldn't find a nice translation for the other ones, but I hated it

I don't know, mo ran seams absolutely awful and cwn gave me the impression of being completely unable to understand that loving someone is not a contract

I mean, man, if the love of your life is always trying to shame you using your body, you should at least try to move on (especially if their behaviour is always excused by the book itself)

there were some interesting plot points and aspects, but I didn't really get the story with the bs about shi mei's grand plan

so if someone wants to explain I'd happily listen

#I was flabbergasted #I swear I don't understand if I'm the problem here #text post #2ha #the husky and his white cat shizun #mo ran #chu wanning

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dangermousie · 1 year

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More 2ha reread

It’s so interesting to see Mo Ran’s understanding in the past life try to work around the edges of the curse - not noticing inconsistencies in his own views which are blatant but the curse does not allow him to notice - for example, Mo Ran 1.0 remembers how TXJ even wondered at the contrast of how CWN was good to strangers and random people but so cold to his students; and the curse prevented him from thinking about this seeming inconsistency (even more inconsistent since the only two people MR would have thought he was bad to was him and Shi Mei since he knew (rightly) that CWN cared for Xue Meng.) The curse literally prevented someone as quick as he is to even wonder about why and how this was. It’s like his remembering thinking CWN was the last piece of warmth in his cold world when he was TXJ and he does not think why he thinks that of his enemy, why he thinks that his greatest joys and strongest emotions in past life were from CWN and not Shi Mei or conquest or whatever. You can tell he is beginning to snap out of it when he is wondering how he can lust after someone he hates so much - that’s because you don’t hate him!

Perhaps the most telling inconsistency is his thinking that he did three unforgivable things towards CWN in the original timeline and one of them was marriage (tho we don’t know that yet if we are reading for the first time) and he thinks of marrying CWN as the most gratifying thing in his life- marrying not defeating or fucking. (And he also feels guilt for this and that the price was too high for making CWN kneel - once again, because he is waking up.)

One of the joys of a reread is watching the curse slowly lose its potency and Mo Ran regain not just more and more of himself in terms of feelings, but ability to reason. It’s like he’s waking up. He wants to make CWN angry and he does not know why (I know - because he wants attention!), his first reaction on seeing CWN asleep in a pile of his inventions is pity (and only later he remembers to gloat). He is “wow cool!” when CWN shatters a cursed tablet and a little later finds himself thinking CWN’s voice is pleasant to listen to now that he’s not filled with rage at the thought of him. It’s like watching someone detox! At one point, when MR watches the sniveling merchant family without feeling moved, the Russian translation says that the reason he is not moved is “Mo Ran was deprived of the feeling of pity” and that is basically a Russian phrase to say someone is lacking in that feeling but it struck me how accurate it actually is - because Mo Ran WAS deprived of the feeling of pity or any other warm and good feeling and only now they are slowly coming on line.

But also, as a rereader, the cracks in Shi Mei’s perfect facade appear so clearly. For example, look at Shi Mei bringing wontons to MR after the whipping. If he truly was caring and wanted to reconcile, he’d tell Mo Ran who made the wontons instead of not only keeping it quiet but also trying to cause more trouble “oh teacher was too harsh on you” SHUT UP DUDE!

Speaking of Shi Mei - I still remember being so sad at the wonton revelation and thinking “if only Mo Ran knew in the beginning, things would be different” but the real tragedy is due to the curse it wouldn’t have made a damn lick of difference. If he knew, the curse would just have made him forget it. (Also, in your face Shi Mei, who constantly keeps prodding whether MR prefers the wontons or other stuff Shi Mei actually makes himself and MR always says wontons. Even MR’s tastebuds are devoted (Side note - did you notice that when MR is cleaning CWN’s library, he notices two cookbooks and they are both about Sechuan cooking - so spicy spicy spicy not what CWN himself likes - I nearly screamed because he clearly has them so he’d know how to cook wontons!) Btw, so grimly amused at SM trying to come up with excuses as to why he can’t randomly make wontons for MR, that’s because you don’t make them, liar!)

It’s like the kiss in the mist - Mo Ran devours “Shi Mei” only to discover it’s CWN and you know, his body knew even when his soul didn’t because it’s clear only CWN evokes this mad desire in him. At one point, MR thinks that he does not feel desire for Shi Mei because he’s such a pure person but that’s the thing - MR is not asexual, he’s a strongly physical person so he cannot really love someone without desiring them and this is a huge red flag of how this is all fake.

So much of it reads so differently - Mo Ran thinking he is so grateful to Shi Mei for being the only one who does not despise his rough manners and habits and past when we know that Shi Mei loathes him and looks down on him and CWN is the one who truly does not care about any of it but cares about MR deeply. So much of this story is about seeming vs reality - even the seemingly random side quests deal with this - the seemingly respectable merchant family who are murderers and thieves, the seemingly perfect Rufeng sect that is anything but, the seemingly weak and gentle Shi Mei who is neither, etc etc etc. What people present themselves as and what they actually are is quite different. In a way, Mo Ran 1.0′s whole persona plays into this. Meatbun is so skillful about it - when you first read the book, between the continuous mentions that he used to be evil tyrant TXJ and Mo Ran’s own gonzo thoughts, what ends up hidden in plain sight is that except for Mo Ran robbing the hooker in the very beginning (when he is most under influence of the curse and just got TXJ memories to boot), he does not do anything whatsoever that is outside the realm of a slightly acting out teenager. I mean, drawling x-rated sketches in CWN’s unused books? Not being cuddling to crying strangers? (But still continuing with the mission to help.) LIKE THE KID DOES NOTHING BAD A GRUMPY TEEN WOULDN’T DO!

Not related, but the scene near the beginning where CWN eats alone and MR either is smug about that or one time he eats with him annoys him on purpose is so different from the latter scene where he sits and eats with him every day but also makes sure he eats well (one of my favorite sequences tbh).

#2ha #cnovel

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accio-sriracha · 5 months

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The Day Sirius Black Realised He Was In Love With Remus Lupin.

~~~♤~~~

Sirius had never once thought about Remus that way, not once in his life.

Sure, Remus was fit, and the kind of guy who you'd stay up late every night with listening to the quiet sound of his breathing because he was always so calming.

And sure, Sirius did happen to notice that his hands were big and strong, the type you'd feel secure under, the type to hold you down and keep you there, ones that always felt so nice when they combed lovingly through your hair.

Maybe Sirius watched him walk away every once in a while, watching the duck of his head in crowds as if to try and make himself smaller, watching the way he mumbled 'excuse me' so quiet most people didn't hear him, watching the gentle fluidity of his hips, how he always kept his hands busy when he walked so his arms would never swing at his sides.

And yes. Sirius always kept chocolates in his bag and an extra helmet on his bike. And he always made sure to fix Moony's tie when it was crooked because he knows how much it bothered him.

And every once in a while they would fall asleep in his bed, Remus' fingers tangled in Padfoot's fur, but who wouldn't think about those nights for the rest of eternity?

Yeah, maybe he would sometimes wake up, his head a little fuzzy and Remus' name on the verge of falling from his lips.

Okay... so Sirius thought about him in some ways. But that's his best friend. Remus Lupin was his best friend.

So maybe that's why it was so hard for him to come to terms with it all.

~~~♤~~~

"Padfoot, I know you're avoiding me." Remus sighed, catching him on his way down the stairs.

Sirius turned slowly, "I'm not avoiding you." He mumbled, not very convincingly.

"You were literally trying to do it a second ago." He gestured towards the stairs, "I'm pretty sure jumping up and leaving every time I enter a room constitutes as avoiding me."

"Moons, I'm sorry, but I'm not avoiding you, okay? I've just been really busy lately..."

"Yeah? Doing what?" He asked, the doubtful arch of his eyebrow he always had when he knew Sirius didn't have an argument.

"I'm actually running late right now-" He checked his wrist, he wasn't wearing a watch, "So I gotta run. But I'll catch up with you later okay?"

Remus sighed and waved a hand, "Don't worry about it." He muttered, turning and walking past him to their dorm.

James jumped when the door slammed, "Woah, Moons, you okay?" He asked, closing his textbook and tossing it to the end of his bed.

Remus knew his eagerness to check on him had more to do with his hatred of studying, but he didn't really care, he did need someone to talk to.

"Pads is avoiding me." He groaned, sinking down onto James' bed.

"Still? I thought he got over that already."

Remus shook his head, "It's not about that. I talked to Peter and apparently Sirius doesn't even remember that happening."

James frowned, "What's it about then?" He asked. Remus shrugged,

"Fuck if I know." He plopped down onto his back, "I think he just hates me."

"He doesn't hate you, Moony." James sighed, sitting up and rubbing Remus' shoulder consolingly, "Just give him some time, he'll explain what's going on eventually."

"It's been two weeks, Prongs." He sat up, feeling the prickling sensation behind his eyes and blinking furiously, "He bolts any time I walk near him. I tried to talk to him on the stairs just now and he made up some fake excuse about being late and ran away. He's disgusted by me."

James sighed, his expression full of so much sadness, "He's not. This is Padfoot we're talking about." He leaned forward and pulled Remus into a tight hug, "He'll come around and explain eventually. He's probably just going through something right now."

Remus sniffed, trying to relax into James' embrace, "But he always came to me when he needed to work through things." He whispered, "I can feel him slipping away from me and I don't know what to do."

James hushed him, his hand running through his curls, "It'll be okay, Moons. I can talk to him if you want, try to figure out what's going on."

Remus pulled back, his eyes full of tears, "You'd do that?" He asked. James nodded, squeezing his hand,

"'Course. Anything to make you guys better again."

~~~♤~~~

Sirius sat in an empty classroom, his head in his hands. He didn't know what to do, every time Remus looked at him now his feelings were growing stronger. He needed to figure out a way to shut them off before he ruined their friendship for good.

"Hey." James voice came from the doorway. He turned,

"How did you find me?" He asked, opening his bag and digging through it. Sure enough, the map was sitting between his books, safely away from James' hands.

"I used to see you coming here sometimes whenever you needed to be alone." He shook his head, "What's going on, mate?"

Sirius shrugged, trying to seem casual, "Nothing much, needed somewhere to think for a little while."

"And you were almost late to... thinking?" James asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sirius finally caught on, he turned away, "I don't want to talk about it, alright?"

"No. Don't you dare shut me out too." He heard James' footsteps walk up behind him, a hand on his shoulder, "We're your friends, Sirius. You can't cut us off when you're going through something. Moony's in our room thinking you're disgusted by him, he asked if it was about his fuckikg scars. You need to tell him it's not his fault so he can stop hating himself for this."

"What?" Sirius whispered, looking up suddenly, "He thinks I'm disgusted by him?"

James waved his hands around, "What was he supposed to think? You refuse to sit next to him in class anymore, you sit next to frank now in the Great Hall, and every single time he walks into the same room as you: you run like you can't get out of there fast enough. You're going to tell me that doesn't sound like you hate him?"

Sirius stood, "Merlin, James. I- I don't hate him, you know I could never hate him."

James scoffed, "Do I? You need to go in there and make it right. I'm not going to sit here and watch you destroy him like this."

Sirius' chest was hallow, he felt like his heart had been ripped out and stomped on... then caught on fire afterwards.

Remus thought he was disgusted by him. The words were so insane he had trouble thinking them.

"I have to go talk to him, thanks James." He whispered. James patted his shoulder,

"Just be gentle okay? He's taking this really hard."

Sirius nodded and rushed out the door.

"Moony?" He called softly, the lights were off in the room and the curtains around his bed were closed.

He heard shuffling, then silence.

"Moons, it's me." He took a few steps closer, "I'm sorry, I had no idea I was hurting you."

Still nothing. Sirius knew he was awake, he'd spent far too much time listening to his even breathing at night.

"I love you." He whispered. It was the first time he could bring himself to say it since he realised just how much, "I love you more than anything else in the world and I am so sorry that I made you think you meant anything less to me."

He sighed when Remus still didn't reply, "Remus, I-" He cleared his throat, "I want you to know that I would never be disgusted by you. I love everything about you. I love your eyes, your voice, I love your hands and your expressions when you're happy. I love your scars..." He waited for a moment, listening for any sign that he was getting through to him.

Maybe be was being too honest, maybe this would be the thing that pushes them past the point of returning. The thing he'd been trying to avoid since he realised he was in love.

He heard a quiet shaky breath and continued, "I love that your scars have always been a part of you. It feels like every time I blink things around us are changing so rapidly, and sometimes it terrifies me a little." He kneeled down next to the bed, talking through the fabric of the curtain,

"It terrifies me how much we've all changed, how much our feelings change, and how everything in the world feels like it's flipped upside down on me the last two weeks. But the one thing that hasn't is you. You're my constant Moons, you're the one that's grounded me for all these years and your scars are so beautiful to me because they always remind me that even when everything else around me is so different, we are still the same. That we'll always be us. Remus and Sirius. And no amount of time, or fear, can change that."

He took in a shaky breath of his own, "I love you, Remus. And nothing in this world can change that either. I can't change that. I will always love you. And no matter what, I hope you will always want to be my best friend."

The curtain slid open and there he was, the scarred, teary-eyed boy he hadn't been able to look at for the last two weeks was staring back at him.

And he was so beautiful, so perfectly imperfect and so, so right it took Sirius' breath away.

It was true, he couldn't change being in love with him. But it didn't matter, he would take the stabbing feeling in his heart of knowing Remus would never love him back over the complete agony of never seeing him again.

"I love you." He whispered again, it came out naturally, like he needed to tell Remus the way he needed oxygen.

"I love you too." Remus' smile was hesitant, a little nervous.

They stared at each other for a long time, neither one of them knowing what to say.

"Come here." Remus whispered, holding out his arms, Sirius climbed onto the bed, hugging him tightly.

Remus was his person, he'd always be his person. And Sirius wouldn't do anything to change that.

~~~♤~~

#oh my god hes so gay #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #remus x sirius #wolfstar headcanon #harry potter #part one #sirius black is super gay #sirius black loves remus lupin #sirius black is bad at feelings

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sunautsukushi · 9 months

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Part 4 Reading erha 二哈和他的白猫师尊 + Learning Chinese

🌳🎋Hello blog~🌳🌲

I'm going on a flight today but I can always fit in some more of the translations)) I have decided that from last night's practice my new favourite thing to write is 露水情緣. Excuse the definition but it's such a pretty character and the idea behind the meaning is so poetic~

Anyways, I will finish the paragraph today!

(an old sketch I drew last year)

The following sentences don’t have anything graphic but do include a few innuendos, so watch out!

TAGS: Xianxia, Rebirth, Action, Conspiracy, Angst, 1?v1 HE, NSFW

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TAGS: Xianxia, Rebirth, Action, Conspiracy, Angst, 1?v1 HE, NSFW

WARNINGS: still talking about 🍆 inuendos

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(part 1) 当然，总也有过一些与狗相关的形容，不算太差。比如他那些露水情缘，总是带着几分佯怒，(part 2) 嗔他在榻上腰力如公狗，嘴上甜言勾了人的魂魄，身下凶器夺了卿卿性命，(part 3) 但转眼又去与旁人炫耀，搞得瓦肆间人人皆知他墨微雨人俊器猛，试过的饕足意满，没试过的心弛神摇。

But, they'd turn around and boast to others afterwards, so much so that the entire district knew that the man Mo Weiyu was both handsome in looks and aggressive in tool; those who tried were satisfied with their meal, and those who hadn't were dearly tempted.

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Here's the text with me writing as much as I already know into it:

VOCABULARY + grammar:

墨微雨 is Mo Weiyu who is also known as Mo Ran.

1.转眼 - immidiately, in a blink of an eye - huǎn yǎn

Idiom: 转眼便忘

What the eye doesn't see the heart doesn't miss.

2. 又 - again/ then (repeat an action again after some time) - yòu

For dual qualities: 又 can be used to say the phrase "you have both A and B."

E.g. 她男朋友又高又帅。

Her boyfriend is tall and handsome.

3. 旁人 - others/ people around - páng rén

This noun refers to other people who are not directly involved in the action being discussed.

4. 炫耀 - to show off/ to flaunt - xuàn yào

The act of showcasing one's achievements, possessions, or abilities in a way that seeks attention or admiration. It implies a certain level of pride or vanity.

5. 搞 - doing/ engaging in - gǎo

6. 瓦肆 - tile shop/ marketplace - wǎ sì

7. 间 - between/ among - jiān

This phrase translates to "people in the tile market." It seems to refer to ordinary people in a marketplace setting.

8. 人皆 - everyone/ all people - rén jiē

9. 知 - to know - zhī

10. 俊 - handsome - jùn

11. 猛 - fierce/ strong - měng

What's the difference between 凶 and 猛?

凶：It can describe the people you are afraid of.

猛：a.It describes a person who is very good at doing things.

b.It can describe animals as wild.

12. 试 - to try - shì

13. 饕足 - delicious food/ gourmet - tāo zú

In the context of satisfying one's taste buds.

14. 意满 - satisfied/ content - yì mǎn

15. 没试过的心弛神摇"! This phrase is in Chinese and it roughly translates to "A heart that has never been tested is easily shaken."

Finally, some notes:

I don't have special paper so until I buy some I will just draw squares lol

#erha #erha he ta de bai mao shizun #mo ran #chinese #linguistics #language #grammar #二哈和他的白猫师尊 #二哈

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theodorevg923 · 2 years

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To Borrow A Cloak

Darth Vader x Gen Reader

Part 1 | Part 3

@dokoni-mo

Main Master List

A/N: +18 only Went dark with this one, been a while since I wrote death in a story and I've been craving it.

⚠️ dark non-con use of the Force, torture of the mind, possibly unjustified murder, slightly graphic death, implied mentions of torture

"Give it back, it's mine." You hissed at your senior lieutenant, irritation had only grown in your attempt to gain back your cape, his cape.

"Stand down Y/N. How do I know you didn't steal this? It's clearly not your's." Your senior lieutenant scowled at you, holding the cape in one hand. "You had to have stolen this."

"It's not stolen, I had permission to borrow it. If it had been stolen, I would be dead." You hissed again, anger lacing your voice. "You know as well as I-"

"Y/N, Supreme Commander will be arriving on base within five minutes." A junior lieutenant broke into your argument. "It would be best to be ready for our lord."

You turned your face away to hide your grimace. You knew the junior lieutenant just saved your ass from a severe indiscretion. Instead of returning to your argument to gain back your cape, you turned away and stormed out of the bunker you lived in.

As you made your way to the Supreme Commander's office, your leadened boots slammed into the ground. Anger and frustration laced through your heart, and a sadness you denied yourself from acknowledging. It had been a gift, technically a borrowed one, but still a gift from him, your Supreme Commander. And yet you had lost it, snatched from your belongings.

For months you had kept the cape hidden underneath either your blanket or your mattress, stashed away for your sour nights. A few tears pricked at your eyes, a slight burn from them as your vision blurred before you quickly blinked them away. One weakness, that was all you had allowed yourself and it had ended up destroying you in the end. And now you had to figure out either an excuse or to accept your punishment when the Supreme Commander found out it had been taken from your possession.

You made it to stand at attention outside the Supreme Commander's office and forced your heavy facade once more just before the resounding stomps that preceded your lord reached your ears. Your spine and legs stiffened by instinct, despite the seething anger that simmered just behind your facade no matter how much you attempted to extinguish it. Once the Supreme Commander had slipped past into his office, two storm troopers stood at the attention to take your place as you turned to follow him.

Despite the connection that had grown between you and the Supreme Commander over the past few months, since the indiscretions with the cape, you never let yourself relax in his domain. Just as you stood to attention in front of the Supreme Commander who sat at his desk, he gave you a rather unusual command.

"Sit."

You obeyed without question and sat in the same chair you had fallen asleep in, body still at attention except for the change in position.

"You're seething."

Your jaw flexed as you smothered a grimace, knowing the Supreme Commander could feel the turmoil within you. You denied a reply, it would just be some made up excuse that he would see right through.

"Tell me."

The seething frustration you felt rose once more, upset with yourself and the bunkmate that sold you out for a couple extra provisions. You dared to allow yourself one weakness and now you would pay the price on your own for you dared not to bring the Supreme Commander in on your indiscretion.

"Y/N, tell me."

A sliver of pain ran through your mind before you could answer as a flash of the incident ran before your eyes involuntarily.

"I see."

What- what did the Supreme Commander just do to you? How had he- did he read your memories? You didn't know much about a Sith Lord's powers and abilities, but that had to do with reading your mind, or so you thought. But you didn't dare question the Supreme Commander, it would be another indiscretion to add to your growing list. A list that you had yet to be punished for any of them.

The steady mechanical breathing of the Supreme Commander filled the office as you await your punishment. Something that sounded like a sigh came from him just before your eyes glanced his way. You tried to pull your eyes away, but the stiffness in his shoulders caught your attention.

"Supreme Commander?" You dared to speak, voice hushed low.

"I will take care of it."

"Yes, Supreme Commander." You didn't dare ask what he meant.

Ever so slightly, the stiffness in the Supreme Commander's shoulders relaxed as did the torrent of hatred in your mind. Your own sigh quietly escaped your lungs, most of your anger had been vanquished. Somehow, along with your mind, your body had eased it's own cramped muscles.

A couple stray tears lanced a slight pain through your eyes before you could blink them away. What exactly had happened, still happening, was beyond your comprehension, but you were grateful for the strange comfort you felt.

"Stay here."

"Supreme Commander?" You questioned him with only his title, but you knew he'd know what the unspoken question was.

"Stay."

You stayed in your chair, knowing to question further would only mean yet another indiscretion. You watched as the Supreme Commander stood up from his desk and left the room, leaving only a heavy foreboding silence in his wake.

What you done to upset the Supreme Commander? Had it even been something you'd done or had it been the senior lieutenant? Oh, he can't be. Your hand moved to cover your mouth at the realization of what was to come.

The moment he had neared you, he could feel your seething anger and hatred, something that had piqued his interest. You had hardly showed emotions through out the years, except for a few times. But see and feel the pain that you exuded had pulled on something he had long since buried, worry. You worried him. Since you had refused to tell him, it left him no choice to to pull it out of your mind using an ability he hadn't used in a while, drain knowledge.

Once he had seen what and who had caused your frustration, he instantly desired to kill the senior lieutenant. He had no motive other than to punish the one who your resentment had been directed at. And despite the fact he knew you had seen death and destruction before, he didn't want you to witness this, and had ordered you to stay in his office.

He made his way to one of the few conference rooms on this space station, demanding to have the senior lieutenant brought before him. His blood boiled from the seething hatred that laced his veins, suit barely able to keep his core temperature near a safe level.

As soon as a hiss sounded faintly from the automatic door opening, he squared his shoulders, exuding his dark aura. Fear shined brightly in the senior lieutenant's eyes, despite their stoic expression. They straightened up in salute, waiting on a command from, but he had none.

Just as he heard the door closed, he had the senior lieutenant pinned to the door with use of the his anger and the force, legs dangling in the air as their hands went for their throat. He watched as the blood built up in their face, slowly suffocating from the loss of precious oxygen.

As he held them pinned, he delved into the senior lieutenant's mind, craving the knowledge as to why they had dared to go after you, someone that had become his. Memories and emotions not of his own wracked his mind, flooding him with the sweet delectable taste of fear, so much fear in a life of servitude to the Empire.

He delved deep, burning through years memories, leaving only pain in his wake, until he found the emotion, the reason, he had been looking for, jealousy. Such a vile creature, driven by jealousy, dared to pull emotions, violent rage, from you.

He continued his dissection of the senior lieutenant's memories, searching for any others that may hold similar intentions towards you. Too many. So many others of this base held you in foul regards, daring to risk harm toward you, a few he found quite sickening.

He pulled himself out of the memories, his hatred for those that served here only growing. Something had to be done to protect you from the malicious humans that served on this base, and he knew just how to do it.

He had lost interest in killing just the senior lieutenant, he was going to need much more death to follow his wake, but only after you were safe. With a twist of his wrist, he snapped the senior lieutenant's neck, severing the spinal cord with the jagged bone. The body slumped to the floor before he used the force to toss it against a wall, watching it slump to the ground once more.

"Stand up."

You nearly jumped at his sharpness hidden underneath the Supreme Commander's level tone. You did as he commanded, turning to face him standing in the doorway to his office.

"Follow me."

You followed without question, but your mind wracked with too many possibilities to focus on just one. The resounding stomps of the Supreme Commander nearly drowned out your own nearly frantic steps to keep up with his long strides.

Faces dripped with utter terror as he passed down the halls, your head downcast but your eyes glanced around as your feet followed behind the Supreme Commander. You already had an idea what caused it, but you were curious as to this new development, following him. And where you were to follow the Supreme Commander, you couldn't guess, but you would follow him throughout the galaxy if he ordered it.

The Supreme Commander led the way to the hanger, where his specialized TIE fighter was supposed to be? You had heard stories and seen holograms of it, but it wasn't in the hanger. You didn't dare question that important fact as you quickly caught up, having lagged a bit behind in your shock. More questions that would go unanswered began to soaked your mind like a torrential downpour, the Supreme Commander leading you into an middle-class starship you didn't remember the name of.

His thundering steps echoed throughout the empty ship, not a soul in sight to cower in disgrace. Noticing no one was around, you lifted your head, twisting your neck to peek into the few various compartments that lay within. Yet still no one was to be found, not even a droid or stormtrooper. You wanted, needed, to speak up, to ask the Supreme Commander his directive, but you dared not too, knowing what had just happened to your senior lieutenant.

The Supreme Commander led you to the bridge, not even looking at you as he uttered a command.

"Sit."

You obeyed, sitting in one of the seats behind the pilot's, the seat the Supreme Commander sat in. Still he didn't look at you as he started the ship, a slight bit of fear in your eyes when realization kicked your mind into high gear, hands scrambling to find a hold. Why was the Supreme Commander taking you from the only place, outside of basic training, you'd been stationed? What had he found out that would concern, possibly even worry, him so?

You kept your mouth shut, despite the growing fear in what was to come. You'd hardly flown in any starship, and not in years since you first arrived to your station. Your fingers dug into the seat, nearly painfully, as the starship took off. Your eyes wandered out the glass panes, watching the familiar stars you'd admired from the station for so long vanish before you could blink.

He hadn't thought about how you would react, forgotten that you had your own mind, in his stress to get you away from those that dared to even ponder how to hurt you. But there was no going back, he had risked to take you from the station, knowing if you had stayed, you would end up with a fate worse than death.

He had allowed himself to get to close to you, and gifting the cloak had proven it. There would be retributions to pay for his choice, but he wouldn't allow them to fall on you to suffer through. His hands kept control of the ship he piloted as he allowed himself to reach out to your mind once more, searching for your emotions. Fear and a hint of sadness swirled in your mind as memories of your service to the space station drifted about.

It took a couple hours even with hyperdrive to reach what you assumed to be the Supreme Commander's destination. Fear rose in throat, unable to smother it as your eyes took in the massive overbearing space ship. What exactly did the Supreme Commander have in mind for you? Was this to be your punishment for all your indiscretions, or was there another reason he would bring you here? To the well known flagship the Supreme Commander commanded with a deadly foreboding rule, the Executor.

Stay Cruel Until The End - Theodore

Posted Jun 25 '22

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Artemis entered Ledger’s office, steeling themself for another bout of scolding. She stood in the corner, observing her bookshelf.

“Captain, before you begin, I’d just like to say – ”

Ledger spun around and slapped Artemis across the face.

“Oh, wow.” They held a hand up to their stinging cheek. “I vastly underestimated your level of anger on this.”

“Why do you think I promoted you, Galen?”

“Um.” They sensed a trap. “Because I’m the one who figured out how the ignotus compound works?”

“Because you were supposed to be smart.”

“Ah, right,” they said, as she went to her desk. “Should’ve guessed that.”

Ledger settled into her chair, looking no less imposing for her seated position. “Care to tell me what you were doing out there, before I issue a nonjudicial punishment for disobeying orders?”

“I have no excuse.” They couldn’t lie to their captain on top of everything else, but they also didn’t want to implicate Bryn. So, that only left the option of not answering at all.

“Could it have had something to do with the fact that your partner was part of yesterday’s assault?”

Artemis blinked. “If you already knew, then why did you ask?”

Her smile was cold. “I wanted to see if I could rely on you for an honest answer.”

Captain made me. Bryn's words rung in Artemis's head. But that was unfair. They could have been talking about any one of the captains in their division.

Ledger leaned forward. “Look, Artemis, I understand the impulse. We all have people we care about. But some of us have realized that there’s a war on.”

Artemis ran a hand over their face. “I know I could’ve died out there, but – ”

Ledger barked out a laugh. “Wait, you think that’s why I’m angry?”

Artemis frowned. “It isn’t?”

She folded her hands. “Don’t get me wrong, I would mourn you, if you were stupid enough to get yourself killed. And it would be a significant blow to our operations. But we’ve lost good people before. We’d make do.”

“Then what – ”

“Did it never cross your mind, doctor, that you could be captured?”

Artemis opened their mouth, and then shut it. If they were being perfectly honest, it hadn’t.

But the thought was very much occurring to them now. All their findings, all the work they’d done. Their experiments had become central to the Agarian war strategy. If the Vekalese had found Artemis that day, then there never would have been any need to sell them out.

“I’m sorry.”

They couldn’t bring themself to apologize for saving Bryn, but they could at least regret not thinking it through.

Ledger’s demeanor softened a degree. “I don’t enjoy reprimanding you, I hope you realize. You do good work for us.” She rose from her desk. “But there is perhaps something you should know.”

Artemis raised their brows.

She took a file from her shelf, and handed it to them. “Our intel has informed us that the Vekalese plan to infiltrate our base soon.”

Artemis sucked in a breath. “When?”

She shook her head again. “It’s unclear right now. But that’s not what you need to know. They have a number of targets they want to hit, things they want to steal. They also have a list of people they plan to apprehend.” She glanced to Artemis. “You’re on that list, doctor.”

Artemis stiffened. “I see."

They remembered what they’d done to various Vekalese prisoners, over the years. Since then, some had escaped, or were traded away as hostages. Supposedly, those people were now working on the other side of enemy lines. Artemis could only imagine the rabid glee they would feel to have the tables turned.

“What am I supposed to do with this information?” they asked.

Ledger gave a weary smile. “Maybe, for once, consider being careful.”

“Of course,” Artemis said.

It seemed they were willing to lie to their captain, after all.

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Someone walked into Bryn’s hospital room just as they were beginning to fall asleep.

“Hey moonshine, what did – ” They opened their eyes. “Oh. It’s you.”

“I’m happy to see you're breathing,” the person said. “It would have been inconvenient if you died.”

Bryn looked to the ceiling. “Don’t you have any other WIAs to bother?”

The person strolled to Bryn’s bed, straightened their sheets. “I was disappointed, however, to see you interfering with the plan.” They took Bryn’s IV tube in their hands. “Did you really think you could get away, by fleeing to the front lines?”

“It was worth a shot. And you might as well put that tube down. I know you’re not going to do anything to me.”

A hand shot viper-quick to Bryn’s throat.

Bryn struggled and clawed at the person’s hand. The medical monitor picked up its pace.

The person leaned in. “Do not endanger Dr. Galen again.”

Bryn was alone by the time their nurses arrived.

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Object of Obsession - 29 / 46

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers x OFC

Summary: In Haddonfield everyone knows the legend that was Michael Myers. Content and at ease, they’d forgotten what it was to feel fear in the month of October. But now, he finds himself back and ready for blood but then a bond forms between him and one of his victims. A bond he can’t seem to break. And it starts to make him do things he never thought of doing before.

Warnings: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) kidnapping, noncon, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, rough sex, blood and violence, knifeplay, canon-typical violence

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,001

Chapter 29 - Rachel

“You do realize it's a Sunday, Rachel?” Isaac Miller teased.

Rachel chuckled as she filtered through the bills that were on her desk. “I leave for vacation for two weeks and come back to this glorious mess.” She motioned towards the stake of unopened letters that had piled up during her absence. "Weekdays are too busy to sift through everything."

“Well,” Isaac said, sounding defensive.

“Honestly, what would you guys do without me?” she teased before he could make up an excuse.

“Probably close down,” Isaac said.

Rachel sat back in her chair. “What are you doing here this fine Sunday?”

Isaac shifted a little. "Saw your car. Just wanted to make sure you were alright," he said.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Ben's patrolling around here somewhere." She had managed to find enough funds to hire a security guard, much to the relief of the staff. Especially considering recent mysterious murders.

“True," Isaac said. "But, you can never be too careful. Especially if Michael-"

"I'll see you tomorrow, Isaac," she interrupted, returning her attention to the pile of letters. "I have a lot of work to do."

She gave him an absentminded wave of her hand but didn’t look up at him. She had been a godsend to them. The clinic was on its last legs before she was hired to take over. It was the kind of job she enjoyed. Figuring out how to save a life or in this case an essential business. But, going on vacation had been a much-needed necessity for her and her family.

Haddonfield was the perfect town for them: simple and safe. A perfect little town to raise her son with just one caveat that she didn't take too seriously until recently. The town was obsessed with a ghost of a man. A serial killer who had haunted them at a point or two during the town's history. What did her son call him? The Shape?

It had been quite a bit of time since he'd last been "seen". And in all the five years that Rachel had lived in town nothing had happened. There were rumors that ended up just being pranks, always the most active during the month of October.

She tapped her foot on the ground as a chill ran through her body. The rumors had picked up again. Only this time, the normal pranks had escalated quite a bit. A few people had been found murdered and a couple of dogs. And the name, Michael Myers, had started to be more than whispers.

It was almost fascinating, watching the town split into two sides. Half the residents seemed convinced that Michael Myers was back. Even her own son claimed to have seen the killer staring at their house. A shape in the shadows, but for the white mask that he wore.

Child's imagination.

She was on the side that it was a clear wanna-be. More so because of the time that had passed, and the fact that the injuries he supposedly received should have killed him already. The myth and legend of Michael Myers had become so overblown it made him seem immortal, superhuman. And she didn't believe in the supernatural. Those who were more familiar with the lore of Michael Myers pointed out that the first couple who had been murdered didn't fit his MO. The young man's body had been found in the forest, partially covered. His girlfriend had yet to be found, although they all suspected she was somewhere in there as well.

Rachel let out a sigh. Two young lives had been cut short by a blood-thirsty killer.

She tossed a couple of junk letters into the trash. At least, the police of Haddonfield hadn't been useless. They had increased their patrolling over the last couple of days. And, she couldn't help but notice certain residents were much too eager to walk around with concealed weapons.

The sound of a metal tray crashing to the ground alerted her.

“Hello?” she said as she cautiously got up. “Isaac? Ben?” She left her office, walking into the brightly lit hallway. Her heart pounded in her chest. “Guys? Honestly, this isn’t funny. We aren’t children.” Her brain screamed at her to run away, that something was wrong, and yet, the idiot part of her pressed on.

A light was on in one of the exam rooms, peaking from under the door. “This better not be a stupid prank,” she said as she turned the doorknob and pushed in. A high-pitched scream ripped out of her throat as she stared at a very dead Isaac who sat slouched on a chair. There was a large dark patch of blood on his shirt around his heart. A metal tray and a couple of instruments were scattered on the ground before him.

She quickly turned around to run to her office to call for help, but then her world froze. There he stood, watching her in the shadows: Tall, white mask, dark blue coveralls, Haddonfield's boogeyman. The Shape. Michael Myers. Another scream came out of her mouth, only it was quickly silenced as he clamped his hand around her neck. He pushed her back against the wall, easily lifting her up with one hand. Impossibly strong.

This was it? This was how she died? Had he come to prove to her that he wasn't just a rumor, a myth?

Her brain desperately sought an answer to why he was there at the clinic. Didn’t he usually visit homes? She wasn’t sure. She didn't believe in him. She hated talking about him so much that she actively discouraged it. Especially since her son's new fear and obsession centered around the legend. How old was he supposed to be?

Yet, the myth stood before her. Knife in one hand, her neck in his other. The blade was coated red with blood. How in the world did he hold her up so easily? Her toes barely brushed the floor. She grabbed onto his wrist with both of her hands, staring down at him in absolute horror. She should have listened to her instincts to run away instead of investigating.

I’m sorry! I love you! She cried out to her family. The knife moved and she closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see it. Her chest heaved with sobs. She hadn’t expected to die so young. For what felt like minutes, they stood there. She couldn’t help but shake. Did he want her to see her death? She wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction.

“Just do it already,” she found herself saying. Despite her attempt at bravery, her voice was barely above a whisper. She opened her eyes.

His dark eyes studied her. His knife was still close enough to end her life, but it didn’t seem like he was going to. Why? He waited a moment longer before slowly loosening his grip. The thought and action to scream were almost immediate, only to be quickly silenced when he brought his blade to her throat, making a shallow but clear cut. A warning.

He pulled the knife away and took a step back, releasing his hold on her throat. She dropped to the ground. The fall had come as a surprise, and she wasn't able to completely stop herself. She roughly hit the ground, pain shooting up from her knees. She stared at the ground, at his shoes. She was kneeling in front of him. Her body shook with fear.

“What do you want?” her voice came out in a whisper. She cautiously looked up at him.

He didn’t answer, not that she expected him to. He was supposed to be a silent killer, wasn’t he? Did he rape people? No. She was pretty sure he didn't. The lack of knowledge about him made her regret not being curious enough to know.

“I-” A little cry of surprise escaped her lips as he roughly grabbed her hair, causing pain to shoot through her. He half dragged her away.

“What do you want?” she asked again, half running, partially stumbling to keep up with his quick pace. She wrapped one hand around his wrist to help the strain on her scalp from his grip. He was unphased by her desperate attempt to minimize her pain. He gave her no chance to figure out what was going on.

For the briefest of moments, she remembered the security guard they had hired. He was around. Maybe- Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed a body on the ground. Her hopes of someone saving her were quickly dashed.

He threw a door open and practically shoved her into another room. A woman lay on the examination table. Her eyes were closed and she was pale, but her chest moved with each breath she took. Alive. For now. She was just wearing silk pink pajamas. Her body trembled with shivers. Of course he hadn't bundled her up. Why would he? Wasn't like it was a cold October night, she thought sarcastically.

Rachel frowned. There was something familiar about her.

"How long has she been like this?" she asked as she started to examine the woman. Her eyes fluttered open for a brief moment and she moaned before closing them again.

No answer. But of course. She glanced at The Shape then at the woman. Victim or accomplice? Gretchen Avila. The name popped into her head suddenly. The missing young woman! Everyone had assumed she'd been killed as well and her body dumped somewhere in the forest. No one thought she was alive.

The things the killer must have done to her. Clearly, he wasn't quite ready for her to die yet. Upon closer inspection, Gretchen's stomach scars were old, so not caused by him. But, maybe she'd been sick for a while and he wanted her stronger so he could really harm her.

Michael moved, raising his knife in a threatening manner.

"You're going to kill me anyway," she snapped. Despite her words, she did what she shouldn't and turned her back on him. She was a doctor. If the woman was suffering, the least she could do was manage her pain. She couldn't be like the serial killer.

She could immediately tell Gretchen had a fever. Her head was hot and her body shivered and her skin looked a little sweaty.

"Some privacy would be appreciated," she growled, not that she expected him to move. And he didn't. She glared at him. She was going to die anyway. Might as well show him her clear disdain for what he'd done and planned on doing.

On the plus side, there was no indication that she was outwardly bleeding. Except for a little bit of blood on her upper lip from what was clearly a small nose bleed. Rachel did her best to examine Gretchen without fully undressing her, looking for bruises or marks, indications that she may be bleeding internally, but she didn't find anything.

"Jesus," Rachel said as she looked at the thermometer. "Her fever is incredibly high. How long has she been like this?" She looked at the killer, hoping that he would answer that at the very least.

He didn't. If anything, he was starting to look like he was getting impatient. She saw his arm move as he tightened his grip on the handle of his blade. Then, oddly enough, he relaxed.

"Where am I?" Gretchen asked. Her voice was weak.

Rachel immediately turned her attention to her patient. "You're in a clinic. I'm Doctor Amelaner," she said.

"Clinic?" She started to sit up, causing Rachel to help her. "Why?"

"You're sick, dear. You have a very high fever."

Gretchen dangled her feet off the side of the table. She looked up at Rachel before cringing and looking away. "Fever," she repeated.

"Yes, a fever. Can you tell me any other symptoms you suffered? Coughing, abdominal pain, vomiting? Could you have an injury that's infected?"

"Gretchen," Gretchen said, looking up at Rachel again. "You're real?" Gretchen pressed her fingers against Rachel's skin, testing her.

"Yes," Rachel said. She thought she was hallucinating?

Gretchen looked confused and suspicious. "Um." Gretchen whimpered and pressed her hands on her head. "My head hurts. It's been coming and going for a while. I think I threw up? Maybe? I-"

She looked behind Rachel, clearly spotting the killer. Wondering what she could and couldn't say? It wasn't like Rachel could tell anyone.

"I need you to be completely honest with me so I can help you," Rachel said.

Gretchen returned her focus to Rachel.

"Any drugs you may be taking?"

"Drugs?" Gretchen asked. She looked at the ground and frowned. "I used to-" She whimpered again, pressing her hands on her head. "It's too much. Too much. I can't make sense." It was almost as if she were talking to herself.

Rachel turned and let out a startled cry. Michael Myers was directly behind her, far closer than she had thought. His eyes were fully focused on Rachel. Swallowing back some saliva, she moved past him to the light switch and dimmed the lights.

Her skin crawled at being so close to him. On top of that, now instead of a nice brightly lit room, she'd darkened it. It only added to her fear.

"I used to take something," Gretchen said softly.

"What?" Rachel asked. Michael Myers had quietly moved, placing himself in the corner by the door. It wasn't as if she were trying to escape. Gretchen was in no condition, and Rachel knew she couldn't get away. But he stood there, like a statue.

Gretchen tilted her head up and then gasped, jerking back. Her eyes were wide with terror as she looked at Rachel. She was already looking pretty pale and yet somehow she lost even more color.

"Miss-"

"Don't move," Gretchen stated. Her throat tensed as she swallowed and her breathing deepened. She looked terrified. Rachel kept as still as she possibly could. Finally, Gretchen relaxed. She put her hand on her forehead for a moment and closed her eyes.

"I don't know," she continued as if she hadn't momentarily freaked out. "Just pills my doctor prescribed to me."

"Did you stop taking them?"

Gretchen nodded.

"How long ago? About the time your symptoms started?"

Gretchen's head shot up, her brow was furrowed. She looked disturbed. Her eyes shifted around the room as she thought. "Yes," she finally said. "I think so."

"You could be suffering from withdrawal. Or, if you're out in this type of weather dressed like that, you could have come down with something. Any idea what the pills were for?"

Rachel reached out and Gretchen jerked back again. "Sorry, just," Gretchen mumbled, shaking her head. "I've been hearing, um, seeing things. Am I really here?"

Rachel smiled. "I'm far too real for you not to be here," she said, trying to lighten the mood a little. Not that it seemed to help. Gretchen appeared lost. "Miss-"

"There are so many voices. Too much information." Gretchen covered her face with her hands.

"Okay. Why don't you lay down for a moment and relax? I'm going to see what I can get to help lower your fever and to deal with withdrawal," she tried to reassure Gretchen. "But, really, it's all about getting plenty of rest, staying hydrated, and eating light food. I'll be right back."

Gretchen's hand shot out, gripping her forearm almost painfully. "Bandages too. Items I'll need to stitch a deep wound." There was a desperate look on her face.

Rachel nodded her head. "I'll see what I can find. Try to relax." Her heart twisted slightly at the request. Gretchen knew what kind of fate was headed her way from the killer.

Gretchen reached out then hesitated. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Rachel gave her a strained smile. "Not your fault, dear," she said.

Gretchen glanced behind Rachel, clearly locking eyes with the killer. Whatever she seemed to be thinking or felt was a mystery to Rachel. However, Rachel couldn't help but try to reassure her by gripping her arm. Gretchen raised her eyes to look at Rachel, cringing again she shook her head. With a groan, she laid back and placed one arm over her eyes.

"The words are in the wrong order," Gretchen muttered.

Rachel turned and headed toward the door. Michael's dark eyes looked down at her with anger, as he brought his knife up.

"You brought her here for me to treat her, right?" she asked. "She has a fever. I'm going to get some medicine that can hopefully help bring it down. What I need isn't in this room. And I can't magically conjure up items." She squared her shoulders against the killer, pretending to be brave, while her insides quivered like jelly.

Gretchen let out a low chuckle. "I like you," she said softly.

Michael's eyes seemed to lighten a little as he glanced at his victim. Or at least, that's what Rachel had sensed for the briefest of moments. That was confusing.

"It's getting worse," Gretchen mumbled, her breathing came out staggered a little bit. It seemed as if she were trying to stop herself from crying. Michael's eyes narrowed with hostility as he focused on Rachel. But, he took a small step to one side so she could get out.

Rachel didn't bother entertaining the thought of trying to run away and escape. Which was a good thing as she turned to look behind her and noticed he was stalking her. Of course, he couldn't trust her. She was much more mobile than his very sick victim.

She walked into her office and grabbed her set of keys from her desk and then her coat. Her eyes landed on her desk and she stilled. Several days ago, she'd been contacted by a lawyer of a family. The niece had gone missing. A Gretchen Carter. Were the two the same? Just because they shared the same first name didn't mean they were, but what if?

Rachel opened the drawer and took out a small bottle of pills. The family doctor got into contact with her shortly after, sending her a small bottle of pills. There was fear that Gretchen had gone off her much-needed meds. If she ended up at the clinic then the meds would help her. The doctor didn't specify what they did, he hadn't had time. Apparently, he was contacting every hospital and clinic in the entire State.

The pills themselves, Rachel had never heard about them. She had started to do a little research, but, quite frankly, she was far too busy. At least, Gretchen would have some of her meds to hold her over. And hopefully, she'd be rescued before they ran out.

She let out a little scream of surprise as she nearly bumped into the killer. How the man was ridiculously silent was beyond her. Although, now that she was focusing on him. His breathing was clearly audible because of the mask he wore.

"If you're trying to keep her alive you should make sure she's more bundled up in this type of weather," she snapped, holding up her coat. She had to give Gretchen every chance she could to survive. Her hand tightened around the pill bottle, but she didn't bother telling him what it was. She couldn't give him that power over Gretchen. Hold her medicine hostage.

He didn't move, forcing her to pass far too close to him and his deadly knife. She went to the room that held their medical supplies. Putting her key in the lock, she paused. A thought popped into her head. The room had a second door on the other side that she could escape through.

She turned and looked at Michael. Her body pulsed with fear, but she had nothing to lose. "It seems like she's suffering from withdrawal. Since I don't know what she was taking previously I can't tell you how bad things will get. And without the proper care, it could very well get much worse. The worse that requires a hospital visit. I know you're not going to do that. So, unless you want her to die-"

Michael didn't move, but, oddly enough, she could have sworn he tensed.

"I will give you the medical supplies that you need to help manage it. Hopefully, that's all she'll need. But, you have to let me live. Which means, I'm going to go into that room alone. I'm going to put all the items you need into a bag, throw the bag out and close the door. And you will leave."

With each word that came out of her mouth, she felt as if she was sentencing Gretchen to a short and miserable life. But, the fact was, Rachel knew that once Michael got what he wanted he would kill her. There was no reason to keep her alive. All he wanted was for his victim to stay alive. At least this way, Rachel could inform the police, and get in contact with her family.

Emotions shifted. Rachel's heart pounded hard in her chest. Her senses, her whole body, screamed with fear. She thought she was afraid earlier, but this was something else. There was a deep hostility that enveloped her. A horrible truth settled in her brain. She automatically took a step back, hitting the door. What she felt before wasn't him wanting to kill her. It was him scaring her. Now, he wanted to kill her.

Michael raised his knife. Her eyes focused on the dark red blood from the two men he had killed.

"Go ahead! Kill me." The words and the strength behind them surprised her. "There's no one else here to help you. You'll have to wait for tomorrow, but who knows what state she'll be in then. I doubt you even know how to take care of a sick person. Sure, you could go to a pharmacy but I have a feeling you know you need more than over-the-counter meds." Oddly enough, she felt more in control with every word she said. She had him. She had the knowledge and resources he needed. Maybe he could get his victim to find what could help her. But then again, Gretchen didn't seem completely there.

She felt a little guilty, using his victim as leverage to get what she wanted. But, she had to think about herself. She wanted to live. And she had to take every chance she could to survive her new situation.

Michael took a step closer, bending down a little. His eyes blazed with anger for a moment, before that anger disappeared. His eyes creased as if he were smirking. She gulped as he moved his free hand. He raised it so that the item he held was at eye level with her. Her heart plummeted.

"Don't hurt my family," she whispered as she stared at her driver's license that was between his fingers. "I'll do whatever you want."

He palmed her license, standing up straighter. Her shoulders sagged with defeat. His threat to her family was loud and clear. She was going to die, but her family didn't have to. At least, she hoped that was his message.

She opened the door to the supply room and entered. She found a bag and started putting in medicine that she figured would be helpful, as well as the bandages and other items needed to stitch wounds. She wasn't going to risk angering him again. Her fate was sealed, but her family was hopefully not. Whatever the case was, she didn't want to risk it. All she could do was hope that he'd be satisfied killing her. Satisfied that she gave him what he needed.

Making sure she had everything she thought would be needed, including adding the pills that Gretchen's doctor had sent, she headed toward the door. He stood there, breathing heavily through that white rubber mask. He looked at the bag that was on her shoulder, then at her. Dark, cold eyes shone under his mask. He was quick, faster than Rachel could comprehend. His big hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing it. She grabbed his wrist with her two hands, but it was no use.

"I-" she couldn't finish the rest of her sentence as her oxygen was cut off. She'd done all he wanted, and this was the thanks she got. Not that she expected to live anyway. She wasn't quite sure which was better. Getting stabbed or lack of oxygen. She sent out one last prayer to her family before her world went dark.

Chapter 30 - Michael's Revelation

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