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maxxphoenixv1 · 7 months

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Maxxbomb #1 aka Maxxtendo Direct

Welcome the the first of what'll be hopefully many MAXXBOMBS. This is where I fit my unique content into a convenient package. Meet Kazari, The Reincarnation of Shadow Weaver

Kazari is a special She-Ra OC I created, sort of out of spite, but I really love her, like my own baby, which is ironic because I'm never having kids. Kazari has the ability to control HAVOK MAGIC, a powerful form of magic, imagine HAMON from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure mixed with ONE FOR ALL from My Hero Academia. Kazari is ruthless, mischievous, a trickster and kind of a raging b****canoe when she wants to be, but ultimately with a heart of gold. Also, she's dating Finn.

The two actually got together at Princess Prom. My friend, Luna actually designed her Prom Dress

The story is currently incomplete, but you can ready it on AO3

On the subject of She-Ra... I've actually made something really special for Catradora stans and Shadow Weaver Antis

Here are the link to the AO3 -> LINK

Further more, I am writing a sequel, here is the plot synopsis -> "In the aftermath of a harrowing school shooting that rips through Etheria High, Police Chief Mara grapples with the daunting task of unraveling the enigmatic threads that bind together a web of online fandoms, veiled secrets, and the haunting repercussions that reverberate through the shattered lives of survivors. As the community struggles to come to terms with the devastating event, an unsettling online phenomena begins threatens corrupt and distort the city and all that Mara holds dear!"

-> LINK

Winx: Mystic Crusaders

I'm also writing a spin-off for Roxy. It's called Winx: Mystic Crusaders. Ever since the battle against the Wizards of the Black Circle, things have not been exactly easy for Roxy, as it turns out, going through what she'd been through is pretty traumatic. Things become complicated when the Winx go missing. Now, Roxy has set out to rescue them, but she can't do it alone, so now, she must gather up a team of fairies, witches and specialists to save to day and bring back peace. Together, they are the MYSTIC CRUSADERS. And here is the logo

You can read this story, live on AO3 ->

While we're on the subject of Roxy. I've always made the case that Roxy was the Gohan of Winx Club

To that end, I made a special transformation of Roxy... KIDEMIX

Kidemix, the culmination of Roxy's evolution, rises above the usual metamorphoses triggered by tasks or quests. It materializes as a manifestation of unparalleled pressure and trauma, akin to a dormant volcano violently erupting or a cornered, wounded creature lashing out in desperation. Unlike other transformations, Kidemix surges forth in direct response to the malevolence and injustices heaped upon the user and their cherished ones, channeling a primal force to confront and annihilate profound evil. It becomes a vivid representation of innocence irretrievably lost in the face of adversity.

To attain Kidemix, Earth Fairies follow a straightforward set of criteria:

Possessing a Pure Heart: Kidemix's essence lies in the unwavering purity of the fairy's heart, a prerequisite that distinguishes it from mere magical achievements.

Amassing a Colossal Quantity of Power: In stark contrast to conventional power-ups, Kidemix demands the accumulation of an extraordinary reservoir of energy. For Roxy, this involved acquiring Aquatix, a power source potentially 15 times more potent than the formidable Sirenix.

Experiencing an Intense Emotional Trigger: Kidemix awakens in response to an overwhelming surge of emotions, triggered by profound experiences. This emotional catalyst propels the fairy into a transformative state of power and resilience.

The abilities bestowed by Kidemix extend beyond a mere power boost; they push the user's capabilities beyond their logical conclusion. Roxy, as the Fairy of Animals, gains the extraordinary ability to adopt the traits of any creature in existence. Kidemix, in essence, propels the user's abilities to an unprecedented zenith.

Notably, the user's size increases to nearly double its original.

Just as Spider-Man possesses the formidable black suit, and Teen Gohan achieves Super Saiyan 2, Roxy's Kidemix stands as her ultimate transformation, showcasing her strength and resilience in the face of adversity.

Kidemix, however, is not a power easily harnessed. It carries a wild and savage essence, needing to be tamed and mastered. Like a tempest, it can be uncontrollable, requiring the user to forge a deep connection and understanding to guide its formidable power. But what about you? How would your OCs Kidemix work? Or the other Winx? Tell me using the #WinxKidemix. BTW, the art was done by Poison the Cat on IG

#she-ra and the princesses of power #catradora #shera #kazari #winx club roxy #winx club #ao3 #WinxKidemix

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darlingbabyboo · 11 months

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(He's beautiful 😍) love my boy so much, I needed to make this post about him because he exists rent free in my head ❤️‍🔥

Warning: overwhelming love and me inserting some ship opinions (but actually, I mention suicide briefly

First off, let me say that I wholeheartedly choose to believe that Hanma has heterochromia. The only reason that the anime doesn't show it because they're cowards

Anyways,

Starting with the entirety of his life

Because the manga severely deprived us of a backstory, I'll never forgive you Wakui it is up to me to conjure up something that makes sense

I'm saying it with all the love in my heart, Hanma has such strong fatherless and motherless energy

It's probably from neglect, I don't think he was physically abused, I just think he didn't have a lot of love in his life

He probably got his tattoos when he was insanely young because his family just, like didn't care

Also, I don't remember where, but there's a headcanon saying that Hanma's dad is a police chief and I'm deeply obsessed with that idea and I think that it actually makes a lot of sense

Like his dad pushed him away even further because he didn't want his rep ruined because of his delinquent son

Also makes sense that Hanma wasn't caught when he was a fugitive (I don't believe that he could have run from the law for that long, I mean, have you seen this man??? This clown attracts attention everywhere he goes)

It would also add up if Hanma gets bored so easily because he's a rich kid and his life's so predictable. He wants something: he'll just get it. It's absolutely horrible

If I had to guess what his mom was, I would say she either left him when he was young or she was an actress/singer (I don't know why it feels like it would fit)

Hanma probably didn't have a lot of friends growing up (pretty sure that's canonical) and the reason that he's so strange and weird is because he had a wild imagination to occupy himself when he was growing up

Got into fights because he was very possessive as a kid (he probably didn't drop that trait when growing up, let's be honest), so when he saw some other kids try to play on the playground, he immediately went into fight mode

He was born really strong, so other kids kinda stopped messing with him and they treated him really well (where he got his dream of wanting to be treated like a king and having 100 servants)

He got bored so he moved on to seeking out fights, lo and behold

He got his Reaper title

Was of course really bored until some light came into life

He met Kisaki!

I think he loved Kisaki so much because 1) Kisaki was nefarious and he couldn't really guess what he was going to do next and 2) he's literally never had a friend before in his entire life and Kisaki quickly became his best one

Like, y'all can talk as much as you want about Kisaki, but he and Hanma had something

Their sleepovers might have consisted of Hanma playing video games while Kisaki's playing with people's lives but if that'snot friendship then what is

If y'all aren't planning the downfall of your enemies with your bestie then can you even consider yourself friends???

100% believe that Hanma has called Kisaki the light of his life

Or something weird like, you're the torch in my circus act or some shit

Kisaki probably hated the nicknames but it probably just fueled Hanma even more

Lives to annoy people

Completely random but I have to insert because I will forever ship Hanmai but I choose to believe that Hanma fell more Mikey after he tried to kick his ass and then when Mikey actually did kick his ass

It just seems so Hanma to fall for someone who hates him and has beaten the crap out of him

Kisaki would make fun of him for it, I know he would

On how much Hanma knows about Kisaki's plan, I think he chooses to know very little because he enjoys being shocked

I think that Kisaki would probably tell Hanma if he asked, who would Hanma tell?

Og Timeline:

Honestly, at this point what does that even mean?

But anyways, I honestly think that Hanma would have committed suicide

He doesn't really have anyone in his life and he's going to get bored one day

It's either that or jail

Just very depressing for me to think about

Bad Toman timeline:

Hanma probably uses his connections to the police, has a lot of fun because he has a friend and can do whatever he wants, breaks lots of teeth and enjoys everyone else's suffering

Bonten timeline:

Probably just trying to survive right? Like, Kisaki was dead in this timeline (god, there are so many timelines that I might be losing track or getting them confused with each other) so it's not like he had anyone to care about him

He was also on the run

Maybe he would have gotten recruited in another gang

I think he would have gone on living in order to keep Kisaki's legacy going on like wearing some of his old clothes, wearing his glasses, stuff like that

I don't know, this one is also pretty depressing

Final timeline:

He's actually very good at photography but I think the troll in him chose to take shoddy pictures of Takemichi's wedding

It's just so him

He either overcharges or undercharges, he's just that great

I don't remember if there are any other timelines so moving on

Random stuff (will be inserting ship opinions, lol)

Probably copied Takemichi's hatred of Kisaki, doesn't know why they hate him, but okay best bud!

Will obliterate anyone who bad talks Kisaki

Low empathy and sympathy for people and he enjoys other people in pain but that's more because the world is cruel and he decided to be crueler

Shameless flirt

Would flirt with someone in a relationship, if you destroy your relationship, that's not his problem

It's not his fault that he's so irresistible

I don't think that he has trust issues because he's very perceptive (way more then people give him credit for)

Don't need trust issues when you already know what everyone has planned

Makes his birthday a really big deal (if you're with him, be prepared to get him an extravagant present because he has no filter and will tell you when he thinks a present is ass)

But also, I think he forgets if his birthday is, like, the next day

Knows that Ran and Kakucho don't like/trust him but he literally could not give a fuck

He has also grown up with people not really liking him so he doesn't care

Spends as much time as he can with them because he adores pissing people off

He would probably try to sleep with them tbh to make them hate themselves (I don't know but my baby lowkey gives off whore vibes and he already likes fucking with people so two birds one stone)

Cares very little for people's opinions

Unless those people like him, then his opinions flip completely

Him and Draken would lowkey make a lot of sense guys, like forgetting the fact that in one of the timelines he aided in killing Emma, the love of Draken's life

Think about the fact that Draken sees the best in people and Hanma definitely appreciates Draken if you know what I mean

All Hanma needs is a little love and he's good guys (don't wanna call him easy, I mean, look at him, but throughout the manga he only has one person and that breaks my heart)

Mitsuya is also in a similar position as Draken

I will not let go of Hanma having a crush on Hanma and a relationship Hanma and Mikey could be possible!!!

I'm not delusional, please guys

I think Hanma would enjoy Mikey when he's good or bad because he pretty much subverts expectations

He's small but he gives off such intense vibes

He's a serious person when he needs to be but he's also incredibly childish

He's super strong but you wouldn't expect it from someone of Mikey's build

The darkness that lies underneath those blonde locks would appeal to Hanma soo much

And I think Mikey would like someone like Hanma who's carefree, silly, and strong and has also done some crappy things and won't judge Mikey for his darker thoughts (though he may encourage him to indulge in them, but every relationship has flaws! )

I mean, c'mon guys, join me, ship them!!!!

They both crave unconditional love and I think they would give it to each other

Would do shit like name a snake cat and ask people if they want to see his pet cat (can you imagine him doing that to Chifuyu, it's gold)

Was probably an only child but if he had siblings they were probably like golden children who are 20 years older then him

Hanma gives off accident baby vibes

Judgmentally unjudgmental

If you killed someone, he wouldn't judge you for killing someone, would probably have a few comments on how bad you are at killing people and ask if you need tips

One things that's stated with his character is that he likes/admires seniors and I'm going two ways with that

He either respects that they've lived for so long

Or he had a grandpa or some other old person treat him well when he was younger (probably a teacher or something)

Fan of cartoons and childish sorta shows/movies

Finds all the murders and bloody in adult stuff unrealistic (and he would know)

Can't cook but can bake

Unlike Chifuyu, who I think can cook not bake

You guys could be a power couple, all you need to do is accept the fact that he manipulated your friend into killing your other friend

Everyone makes mistakes

That's actually so sad, these headcanons make me wish that I could be his childhood friend or something and shower him with all the love he deserves

Kazutora probably forgave Hanma because of self-hatred stuff idk

They would make each other the worst friendship bracelets ever and unironically never take them off

Then they would kiss softly on the lips

This could be a thing. Someone please make it a thing.

Second friend Hanma makes in his entire life

Hates reading but has read an astonishing number of classic books (like guys, he gets bored quickly, I wholeheartedly believe that he has tried everything)

Athletic

Has lots of domestic thoughts because he craves for that familial connection

Would not advertise that though

Probably would openly mock it

Good with kids (because he had the mind of one)

Can also see him using his free time to scare kids at the playground

Loves being spoiled, not because he likes things but because he likes the care and love received from someone

Randomly spoils those he loves with things

Horribly touch starved

Would actually be so good in a relationship because he's very devout and loyal to the people he cares about

Conclusion:

Hanma deserves good things, and I need to give it to him

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 11 months

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Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnilingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I decided to drop the last five chapters to this story at once cuz I'll be EXTREMELY busy with my summer job & I'm also working on a new fic. Thank you all so, so, soooo much for the love on this story! I had so much fun writing it. I'll be writing some brand new shit soon! Stay safe! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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TWENTY-ONE.

“I’m so glad to see you back after being away for so long, Shouta. We were all so worried!”

Aizawa side-eyes his friend as he slurps down his spicy ramen. “Nemuri, it’s only been two weeks,” he mumbles. Not to mention it was Nezu’s idea that I take off as long as the doctor wanted despite the fact that I had non-life-threatening injuries.”

Even as he says this his ribcage burns as if telling him to go fuck himself for that statement. However, the medicine the doctor gave him to take has eased the pain, taking the burning from wild forest fire to campfire.

It has been two weeks since Aizawa was put in the hospital. After days of X-rays, examinations, eating semi-good hospital food, and snuggling with Eri in his hospital bed because she refused to leave, he was finally released.

The doctor gave him ointment medicine to apply to his scalp and pill medicine for his ribcage. “Also, make sure you change your bandages every three days,” he said while Aizawa signed his release forms. “It’s important that your skin is clean. And make sure you stay away from any rigorous activity for at least another week. And also…”

The doctor ended up giving Aizawa a list of “what to dos” and “what not to dos”. He made sure to give Principal Nezu, the police chief, and the HPSC the rundown of the doctor’s orders.

The HPSC was less than happy about him not being able to kick ass for the next week, but he could care less about that. For all he cared, they could try to make another Eraserhead if they wanted him so bad. But they can be happy that he decided to still participate in patrols; just not in person. He’d be sitting with the police department and other pro heroes to discuss potential threats and how to handle them. He would give anything to handle them himself, but he’d rather save his energy for recovering. After all, his little girl needs him healthy.

“How’s Eri doing?” Nemuri asks as Mic sits down with some iced tea. “Is she taking this well?” Aizawa nods, dabbing at his mouth with a napkin. “We’ve talked and I explained to her what happened, but she’s taking it well. She’s adapting well to the little apartment Nezu offered to house us in since our dorm is now a crime scene.”

Today, a Monday, is his first day back to work. He was released last Friday evening and argued with literally everybody (the doctor, the nurses, Mic) before he drove himself and Eri to their new temporary apartment. It is a nice little place near a park and littered with dogs, much to Eri’s liking, and only ten minutes away from UA by car.

While Aizawa was recovering in the hospital, Nezu had every item moved into the apartment–furniture; appliances, clothes, etc. “You don’t have to worry about thing!” he cheerfully told Aizawa when he visited him in the hospital. “Just worry about recovering.”

Though the apartment is much bigger than his dorm, Aizawa can't help but feel out of place. And angry. He felt nothing but rage when he visited his dorm early this morning before work and saw the door taped in yellow police tape. “Idiot wanna-be villain,” he huffs into his lunch. “Fuckin’ up my life.”

“Hey.” Mic’s voice is stern but his eyes are soft. “None of that. The most important thing is that you’re still here with us.” He takes off his glasses to clean them, revealing the dark circles under his eyes.

Aizawa immediately feels immense guilt for complaining. He can’t imagine how much he’s worried Mic. He’s been at the hospital with Aizawa almost every day, tending to him and watching over Eri while Aizawa slept.

“Oh, and before I get…” Mic stands up to retrieve something from his jacket pocket. He then hands it to Aizawa who scowls down at the neatly-folded card. He opens it, finding “Welcome Back, Sensei!” written in big, bold letters and surrounded by hearts drawn with red markers. His eyes move over the card, reading each signature written inside the card of different names. “From your Class A1 kids,” Mic chuckles as Nemuri coos. “They went around and had faculty sign too.”

Aizawa doesn’t respond, too overcome with emotion at each name he finds. Most of them are from many of his visitors. Besides Nezu and Mic, over the past two weeks, he has also been visited by Nemuri, a few of his fellow pro heroes, the police chief, and half of his classroom kids. He had to tell Mina to get out because she kept crying. He doesn't doubt that this was her and the A1 girls’ idea.

He smirks, still searching through each name for one in particular…but when he doesn’t find it, his smile fades. Of all people, he finds the janitor’s name but not yours! The disappointment that blooms inside of him is overwhelming and pushes the card away.

“What?” Mic asks, panicking. “What’s wrong? Did Bakugou scribble Midoriya’s name out? I told him not to do that!”

Aizawa shakes his head. “No, it’s just…“Y/N’s name isn’t in here.” Mic’s eyes widen as big as saucers while Nemuri doesn’t look all that shocked. “It’s not?!” he practically shouts. He snatches the card up and proceeds to search for your signature.

Aizawa tries to push the disappointment he feels away but it’s not going anywhere. You have been on his mind for two weeks, ever since that strange night with Toyama. You’ve barely called or texted him. You’ve never come to visit him, not even when you sent him flowers. They were delivered to him one random Saturday morning, so beautiful and pink. There was a card attached to them that read, “Feel better and I’m sorry - Y/N.”

He wasn't too sure what you were apologizing for. Perhaps you still felt guilty for what happened with Toyoma? Even more confusing, he still isn’t sure how you got into his dorm that night before Mic and the others. Part of him still wants to believe that it was just a hallucination, but if Mic said he saw you, there is no denying you were there.

But how? And why haven’t you visited him? Why haven’t you spoken to him at all? Maybe you’re too afraid or feel guilty? Should he make the first move? Would you even want him to? He’s thought about doing it so many times in the quiet of the night when he misses you. He just doesn’t understand: ‘What went wrong?’ he laments in thought.

Aizawa grips his spoon, nearly bending it. He doesn’t want to feel played or abandoned by you, but dammit, it is so hard not to. How could you spend so many months making him believe you felt the same romantic feelings he does about you, and then just drop him?

“Something on your mind, Shouta?” Nemuri asks, startling him out of his thoughts. Her gaze is soft and tender as she stares at him from across the table. “Don’t shut us out, darling. We’re your friends. Have you and Y/N been okay lately?”

Mic looks up from the card, his attention now on Aizawa. The pro sighs, realizing there’s no way out of his. “I wouldn’t know,” he wryly replies. “She hasn’t really spoken to me since my dorm was turned into a fuckin’ war zone. She sent flowers to the hospital room, but she never visited or called. I’m startin’ to think I just dreamed that whole week prior where we were okay and…”

Talking. Flirting. Making good love. Dating.

He looks away from his friends, not wanting to see the pity in their eyes or have them see the hurt in his. “It was stupid,” he sighs despite his heart breaking in two. “I knew this wouldn’t work between us. I probably scared her off because now she understands what I do as a hero and the risks of it.” Quietly, he takes a sip of his ramen to give his hands something to do instead of shaking or possibly punching a hole in the wall.

He comes acutely aware that the break room has suddenly gotten too quiet. He looks up to find Nemuri and Mic giving him a shared look that makes him feel like an alien. He puts his spoon down. “Okay, unless I really do look awful with these bruises, you’d better stop lookin’ at me like that,” he grumbles.

But they don’t stop. They continue to give him those weird looks that make him want to burst out of his skin. Like something is wrong. “What?” he demands.

They each share a look that is less than comforting to Aizawa before turning back to face him. “We need to tell you something,” Mic replies, and those words send shivers down Aizawa’s spine.

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Shouta: Hey. Meet me outside on campus, under the cherry blossom trees near your side *Read 9:23 PM

Aizawa stands by them now, feeling less than mystified or overcome with adoration for the gorgeous, pink, blooming trees that sway in the early June breeze. He remembers how you looked under them–just as beautiful as the trees, pink petals in your hair and on your ears. He thought the world of you then.

Now that he knows the truth, he isn’t too sure. He isn't even sure if he wants to believe all of it. He just can’t believe you would lie to his face for months. And not just himself but Eri too–a little girl! One who is so trusting of others. He began to trust you with her feelings and her heart after seeing how you treated her. You were always so kind and generous; so sweet and open.

‘It just can’t be,’ he thinks as he watches the trees sway. ‘She wouldn’t lie to me like this. She couldn’t…’

That was all he could think when Nemuri and Mic broke the news to him at on their lunch break. They served it to him flat out to him, telling him everything about you that wasn’t about you being Night Claw. The first thing he did was burst into laughter. It was too ridiculous! You? Pretending to be the cat he adopted for Eri? It just wasn't realistic in his eyes. “No,” he chuckled incredulously. “No, you two are just tryin’ to cheer me up. That was a good one though.”

He went back to slurping on his ramen but paused when Nemuri and Mic continued to give him those solemn stares. His stomach dropped when he realized they were deadass serious. “No,” he said again, grit in his tone. “You’re bullshittin’ me. Tell me you’re bullshittin’ me.”

Nemuri slowly shook her head. “I’m afraid not,” she sighed sadly. “She told us herself what she was doing just last week. It’s been happening since March apparently.”

March? Aizawa nearly blew a gasket. You’ve been doing this since early spring and they knew about it? “So you’ve known this for over a week and never thought to tell me?” he growled, irked. “Even when you knew I was seein’ her?”

Mic put a hand on Nemuri’s shoulder, silently telling her to let him handle it. “It wasn’t our place to tell you, Shouta. Believe me, we both wanted to, but we figured we’d let Y/N give you an explanation, especially since you were dating her at the time she told us.”

He took off his glasses, revealing his worried, green orbs. “Plus, you were so happy with her and I didn’t want to see you go back to your old, brooding, lonely self! Yes, it was wrong, but we love you, Sho, and we love Eri, too. Your happiness is all we care about.”

Nemuri nodded, agreeing. “We’re only telling you this now because we love you so much and we know how guilty Y/N feels about this. That’s why she isn’t talking.”

Aizawa stared down at his ramen, his appetite suddenly gone. He felt dizzy, like the world is spinning. The disappointment and betrayal he felt in his body increased with every passing second he thought of you and started putting the pieces together one by one. Now he understands why you were in his dorm already before Mic and the others that night when Toyoma attacked him. You had been in there all night, snuggling with him; playing with him; purring against him as he aimlessly vented about his problems.

He’s told you so much about his feelings for you without even realizing it. He’s peeled back every layer to himself in those quiet nights with you on his lap, thinking you were just a cat who couldn’t understand the English language. He was wrong. He was so, so stupidly wrong. “But…but I don’t understand,” he weakly said, staring down at his hands. “Why would she do this? Why didn’t she tell me?”

Nemuri put a dainty, manicured hand on his arm. “From what she told us, she saw how happy she made you and Eri when she was pretending to be your pet, so she felt obligated to continue it. I don’t think she ever meant to hurt you, Shouta.”

Anger suddenly rose within Aizawa. Anger at being lied to again, and having his daughter be a part of it. “Well, she has,” he responded, enraged. “She has hurt me.” Nemuri nodded, soothingly stroking his arm. “And you have ever reason to be hurt,” she softly said. “But you also need to hear her out. She’s not a bad person, Shouta.”

Aizawa scoffs to himself now. Not a bad person? He’s having trouble believing that. As he went through the rest of work and finally went to his dorm to figure this shit out, he felt even more like you aren’t at all what he thought you were. Your secrets prove it. And when Nemuri came to him later that afternoon with chocolate for Eri and a message for him, he knew he had the chance to confront you face to face. “She texted me,” she explained, leaning against the doorway. “She’s heading out tonight at 8 PM. If you call her, you can wait for her to come back to campus then.”

And so, after gaining the courage, he texted you to meet him outside the faculty building on your dorm side. You had texted him back an “ok” which made his heart leap in anticipation. He now had the chance to see you for himself. To get some answers from you. He deserves this and so does Eri.

As he leans against the brick wall of the building, he turns towards the street and instantly spots the little black cat he’s grown to love tottering up the bricked walking path. His stomach instantly drops. ‘Please don’t be true,’ he pleads. ‘Please, please, don’t be true.’

As the little cat gets closer, he presses himself against the wall and holds his breath, keeping quiet. The cat suddenly stops and stands perfectly still for a moment before a blinding light overtakes their little body. When he suddenly sees you materialize out of the light in your human form, he can hardly believe his eyes. He especially can’t believe that you’re in your Night Claw outfit, heeled boots and all. Which means it is true. You’ve been lying to him.

Aizawa moves away from the wall to reveal himself to you. When your big, brown eyes meet his they go wide with shock and fear like a deer caught in headlights. He also figures you just about pissed yourself seeing him waiting for you in the darkness. “I knew it,” he says, disappointment in his voice. “I didn’t wanna believe it, but I knew deep down something was off.”

You continue to gape at him, looking small despite your bold outfit. You open your mouth to perhaps protest or beg for forgiveness, but Aizawa puts a hand up to stop you. “And before you say anything, Nemuri and Mic told me everything,” he growls. “So don’t try to get yourself out of this or fight me like you did when I found out you were Night Claw.”

You slowly take off your helmet, revealing your beautiful face beat with makeup, your plump lips coated in red lipstick. “S-Shouta,” you softly stutter. “Please, let me explain–”

“Explain what?” he sharply asks, startling you. “Why you’ve been lying to Eri and me for almost three months with this shit? Why you’ve been pretending this whole time? How you managed to make me fall for you even when you were lying right to my face?”

You stare up at him with wide, frightened eyes. Though he feels horrible for speaking to you so harshly, he knows that you deserve it. Now he knows why you didn’t visit him at the hospital. You were scared that you would be found out. Is that what you do? Do you run away from responsibility and the truth every time things get too hot for you?

“I let you into my home,” he continues, ice dripping from his voice. “I shared so many private things with you. Secrets I wouldn’t even tell Mic!” You fiddle with your helmet, staring at the ground in shame. “I-I know,” you weakly say.

He gapes at you, angered and feeling utterly betrayed. “Oh, you know?” he scoffs. “So, what, that’s just alright with you?” You shake your head, your eyes becoming glassy and wet. “No, I–“

“When were you planning on tellin’ me this?” he hisses, squinting accusingly at you. Or did you just wanna see how far you could get before you outed me as a fool?”

That seems to be the breaking point for you because you toss your helmet aside, not caring if it breaks. “Shouta, I never wanted to hurt you!” you blurt, emotion straining your words. He is taken aback by your outburst; especially the tears that begin to drip down your pretty face. “I swear that I was going to tell you and I’ve tried so many times, but when you finally started talking to me, I was so afraid of losing the relationship we had.”

Your bottom lip wobbles and your face contorts as you begin to fully cry standing in front of him. “And then when we kissed that night…I wanted to tell you then, but I didn’t want to lose you. Or Eri.” Your body begins to visibly shake as you hang your head in shame. “I saw how happy I was making you both and I just wanted to be a part of that,” you sob. “I just wanted to be closer to you. I didn’t want to hurt or deceive either of you, I swear!”

You begin to sniffle and sob, your body trembling. Aizawa gapes at you, not sure how to react to this. He’s never seen you cry before. “I-I’m s-so, so s-sorry," you stutter through your anguished sobs. “I’m so sorry, Shouta!”

His arms ache to hold you; comfort you. He wants to tell you everything will be okay and that he forgives you. He could never hate you. “Kitty,” he murmurs longingly, reaching out to touch you. He is fortunately stopped when his phone rings. Irked, he begrudgingly pulls it out and finds a text from the police chief.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “That’s the police chief. I’m needed downtown to discuss a villain attack.”

Now he really regrets still participating in patrols for the police department, especially when you stand there, looking so small and vulnerable with your mascara running. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he softly says. “We can talk about this later.” Before you can even protest or agree, he leaves you standing in the middle of the UA campus, not once turning back around.

Slowly, you pick up your helmet and begin to walk back to your dorm but the sound of footsteps stops you. You whirl around, hoping to find Aizawa, but you find Nemuri standing there in her silk nightgown and slippers. She doesn’t look angry or disappointed; just sad. “Honey,” she empathetically says.

That’s all she has to say to make you crumble and run to her where she wraps you up in her arms and her vanilla-scented body mist. You sob against her chest as you cling to her, feeling like she is the only thing you have left that hasn’t gone to shit now.

#shouta aizawa #shoutaaa #smutty smut #my fic shit #my works #here kitty kitty #bnha smut #black coded reader #black fanfic writer #black writers #aizawa x black!reader #shouta aizawa x black!reader

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We're watching Let There Be Carnage today, bois!!

This would be so much more enjoyable if my prescription wasn't going out....

Also. 'Cletus'? Who names their kid that? I refuse to believe there are really people named Cletus. Just like there are no babies named Bob.

Maybe don't taunt the pretty lady with the badass scar and the supersonic scream...

Eddie!

Venom's a mood. I love him.

He's so nice to Eddie.

Eddie, my dear, we both know that Cletus is shady af.

I want Venom's ability to draw!

Why did you have to go piss off Cletus? We know he's shady. I don't care if he calls you his friend, he's not.

Eddie called Venom abusive!

Chickens do have tiny brains. It's funny.

Good job setting boundaries, Eddie.

Poor Venom, stuck eating chickens.

Calm your tits, though, my dear.

He's like a puppy dog when Anne calls!

Golden Retriever energy.

Poor Eddie, though, being forced to take a phone call while dangling from a roof...

I love the dichotomy of what Eddie's saying vs. what Venom is saying. It's really funny.

"I'm going to make you cry now. Cry. Cry!"

Cletus just called you "Paly, pal" in a letter to invite you to watch him die. Listen to Venom. Do not go to his death sentence!

"You feel like home to me." That's mildly concerning.

Hello, Carnage.

It's cute that Eddie thinks he can beat Venom in a fight.

It's cute that Venom thinks he can kick Eddie out of his own apartment.

His bike!

Hello, Carnage!!

Bullets aren't working. Maybe, idk, crazy idea: Stop firing?

Cletus escapes. Knocks on Eddie's door. Eddie opens door. Fucking idiot. It's the chief of police, but still-

Eddie, Cletus is gonna be gunning for your head on a pike. You don't open the door when someone is coming for your head!

"I am out of the Eddie Closet!" Honey. Sweetie...Babe.

I can appreciate Cletus's taste in cars. That's a nice car he stole, smh.

Venom thinks this rave is for him and everyone else is too drunk to correct him and are just going along with it. The only people not too drunk are too scared.

No! He died!

Eddie, you fucking idiot. You are not invincible anymore. Do not go to the creepy ass mansion!! You'll die!

Dad says I can't drive like Cletus.....😞

Don't taunt the pretty lady with the badass scar and the supersonic scream!

Awwww! They're together again!

He's so soft with her! He even stole her dream car!🥰

Prof. X would be horrified by Francis' treatment.

Eddie really just pulled "I can fix him!" when talking about Venom.

Poor Dan.

Aw! Cletus is inviting Eddie to his wedding!

Now Anne understands the dichotomy of having Venom in her head! Poor Dan is stuck watching this all go down.

Again, mister cop, sir. Bullets aren't working. Stop firing and run.

She has a beautiful dress. I love it very much. Cletus could've matched better.

The priest looks terrified. Poor Anne.

Venom! Perfect timing.

"Death to you, father!" "No!" "Not you, father. You father!" Patricide at its finest.

Eddie looks scared out of his mind. Venom doesn't wanna deal with his kid.

Carnage! You can't just slap people!

"Time to die!" "That's the spirit!" "I mean us. We are going to die."

Poor father just got called a power up

Maybe going to higher ground was not the decision, mister cop man sir...

Good job, Dan!

Shit, now he's a target.

"Manno a Manno", Cletus? There's a ringing bell! Missed opportunity to say "For whom the bell tolls" but whatever.

Filicide!

He said the thing! Carnage said the movie title!

Patricide!

FB Is going down screaming!!

Oof. Crushed by a bell...

Goodbye, Cletus. Goodbye, Carnage.

Wait.

Filicide. Venom ate Carnage. Yucky

Cletus just wanted a friend.....

Venom says no. He ate his head.

He's got his toes in the sand! He doesn't have hair, though...

"...When you love someone..." I see you, Venom. Eddie sees you, too!

I am so fucking excited for Along Came A Spider to come out!!! Words cannot describe-!

(I swear I've seen a trailer and an announcement for it. Unless I hallucinated it......I'll cry if that's the case)

#movie #venom #venom and eddie #let there be carnage #carnage

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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watching-pictures-move · 5 months

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Put On Your Raincoats | Miami Spice II (Svetlana, 1988)

In the Season 4 Miami Vice episode "Baseballs of Death", when Vice goes after a Chilean police chief suspected of murder and weapons trafficking but is met with resistance from the State Department, Switek figures out they can eavesdrop on his car phone with radios, thereby circumventing the need for a warrant. In Miami Spice II, the cops do not have the need for such tech savvy, as they are able to surveil suspects by standing outside their windows and watching them in plain view. Sometimes, simpler is better.

Anyway, this hangs together better than the first one as a pornographic riff on Vice as it puts more effort into the plot, throws in a climactic boat chase (which is a little low energy, but I appreciate the effort), and has a much better villain in John Leslie, who has enough texture in his presence that he probably could have made a good guest star in the actual series. He plays a drug lord named Sonny, with a crooked cop played by Stacey Donovan in his employ, two things which lead one to believe the filmmakers wanted to gesture towards the Burnett arc without risking copyright infringement. Anyway, Leslie's whole thing is that he's supposed to be perverted, but what we see of his perversions consists entirely of telling his subordinates to have sex with each other. In real life, that would get you a call from HR, but in a porno, eh, I've seen more perverted. And lest you forget what this is supposed to resemble, Amber Lynn chimes in with a helpful reminder. "Now THAT's a Miami Vice cop. Spicy."

I'm obviously a sucker for anything Vice-adjacent, so I appreciated that they even had a guy dress like Crockett. The attention to wardrobe accuracy does not translate to the main characters. Amber Lynn for some reason wears a gold jumpsuit, while Danielle brings out a zebra print in one scene. Sheri St. Clair does not have any particularly interesting wardrobe, but she does have some line readings that bring to mind Switek, something that will either do a lot for you or ruin the movie for you entirely.

Pornographically speaking, I cannot fault any of the scenes, but the clear highlight is the one at the end where Danielle gets gangbanged by four bodybuilders as a reward for solving the case. (I must admire the esprit de corps in this unit, as I suspect most people would not set up gangbangs for their coworkers.) It's not just the activity featured, but the eerie horror movie music that starts things off, as well as the fog machine and the black background, so there's a bit of that Season 5 visual darkness here for those who've made it far enough into the series. And on a less spicy note, there's a sex scene that pans to a robot beside the bed, although I regret to inform you that the characters do NOT have sex with the robot.

#film #movie review #put on your raincoats #miami spice ii #svetlana

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗘𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗻𝗲

"I am the hero of this story. Don't forget that. You can plaster my name on as many 'wanted' posters and plaques at the Flash Museum saying I'm a murderer and a monster as you want, but it won't change the fact that I'm the hero. My story starts in my personal past, but your distant future. A paradox, I know, but stay with me, it will all be cleared up." Eobard Thawne sat in a cold interrogation room, cuffs on his hands.

"I was born in Central Cityplex, a merge between Keystone and Central City. 25th Century. My parents raised me, designed me to be a genius." He groaned.

Darryl Frye, a Central City Police Department cop sat on the other side of the glass, "Designed? Like a computer?"

"Yes, detective," He growled, unhappy he'd been interrupted, "Like a computer." He spat through gritted teeth, "In my century, natural birth is obsolete. Families choose how their kids will look, act, think, and feel. Mostly." He explained, clenching his fists, "I remember, from a young age, I was infatuated by the 21st Century heroes. Your heroes. Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman…The Flash." He smiled softly, but there was something sinister about it, "The Flash was the most intriguing. Museums, artifacts from the past. In my time, it's all precious. I wanted so badly to learn about him. Eventually, of course, I did." Eobard Thawne stood up, staring into the two way mirror, "I studied The Speed Force, the Source of Flash's power, for years at The Flash Museum. I even became curator. My nickname was 'Professor Zoom'."

Frye laughed a little, "Professor Zoom? That sounds more like an insult."

"I can assure you, Captain Frye, it's all praise. Let's move one from that, though, shall we?" He began to pace back and forth, "One day, I found a time capsule from your time. Inside, oh, inside, it contained his suit. I was stunned. Surely this was destiny" He stopped, turning to the right, staring at Frye, "Right?"

There was no response from the intercom, everyone was deathly quiet, listening.

"I put the suit on. The power it contained. It felt so… 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜…" His eyes glowed bright red when he said it. "The suit had enough residual Speed Force energy to allow me to tap into it. It happened. I was The Flash. I couldn't believe it."

"That sounds a little too good to be true, Professor." Frye spoke up.

"Oh, it was. I'm getting there." He chuckled, "Then, he showed up. My hero. The Flash. Curious to observe who had come into possession of his old suit, he was eager to meet me. I showed him how good I was at saving people. Couples in a car accident, people falling from buildings. We were quite the team. He even gave me some wisdom: every second is precious."

"Then what happened? You said it was too good to be true." Chief Singh finally spoke up.

"What happened was I was a fraud. In the 25th Century, crime is at a net zero, meaning I had to fabricate my own crimes. Save people I put in danger. When The Flash found out, he, albeit understandably, turned me in." Thawne growled, "After that, I decided to turn my life around. I donated to charities while in prison. My fame and image had been forever tarnished, so I was trying to show I'd changed. Upon seeing my change, I was released for good behavior. It was then I knew what I had to do: I had to become a sidekick. I donned the suit once more, changing to, well, what you see now." He gestured to his suit with the cowl up. "I knew his sidekicks wore it, so I admitted I wasn't ready. I traveled back in time, to find Flash and show him I'd changed." His eyes began to glow red again, "And what did I see but The Flash handing a watch to his new ward, Kid Flash. Engraved in the timepiece, that piece of advice he gave me. Every. Second. Is. Precious."

Thawne could feel the uneasiness behind the two-way mirror, "Lost, I traveled to the Flash Museum for guidance. It was then I found out I was destined to be his villain. The greatest villain he'd ever faced. Don't let that fool you, for I'm still the hero. By pushing Flash to his full potential, I am truly making him a better hero, thus… well, I'm sure you can do that math."

Captain Frye sighed, "Professor, we have been more than patient. Please get to the point. You turned yourself in here. A verdict no doubt justified, but you had a reason. What is it?"

Zoom pulled his cowl down, his blond hair catching the light, "I, Eobard Thawne, confess to the torture and murder of Nora Thompson Allen and the framing of Henry Allen."

Police stormed the interrogation room and tried to restrain Thawne before a red streak of electricity zipped around the room and the cops collapsed. Thawne looked into the mirror, his eyes red and voice distorted, "You seem to think I want to go back to prison, no, no. I just wanted him to see that no matter how hard he tries, even if I come willingly, he will not stop me. Come to think of it, maybe I am the villain. And you know what? It feels really, really, fucking good." A loud boom echoed through the station as the two officers sat in fear.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writers and poets #reverse flash #the flash #fanfic #dc comics #dc universe #dc fanfic #leedleleedleleedleleed #my writing #feedback

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sun, moon and spider for all the ros and the other characters if you can, please? would love to learn more about them all

You really went full on, anon :)) Thank you for the ask! And super happy to hear you're interested in the story ♡

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Eli - Crush Sovereign in the worst possible way. Will lie, cheat, manipulate and kill for it. It’s become a bit of an all consuming though. Will obviously get over it, since they're a RO :P Other than that obsession - finish what their sister started and return the empire to its former glory (there's a reason why it's so whimsically called Summersmead^^).

Keyon - He genuinely wants to make the empire a better place for its people. He’d do a lot for this goal, he’s already sacrificing a lot of his time and energy and often at the cost of his own physical pain and exhaustion. He’d also bribe and kill, but never without Sovereign’s permission.

Rae - This is a tough one. I kept defaulting to negatives: never be weak again, never let others dictate her life. She’d been drifting for a long time, been in a lot of bad places, tangled with some very shady people. Then she met Blythe and she saw something of herself she lost in the other woman. I guess, right now, she wants Blythe to never go through what she had. She’d end anyone who has any ill intent towards her friend.

Blythe - Wants to be her own person, outside her family’s expectations. Well, she ran away from home and sought refuge with a despotic ruler, so I’m guessing pretty far, but nothing criminal.

Thane - Boy just wants to be loved and accepted, a place and people to call his own. Linkin Park’s Somewhere I Belong came to mind: "I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real I wanna find something I've wanted all along Somewhere I belong"

Bonus Angelica - The Chosen One: wanted to change the world. Well, she did pay the ultimate price for it :P Carling Powlett - Chief of police: dissolve the class system. Nobility should have never existed. She’s taking a more political approach. Nothing good started with bloodshed. Alder - Pirate king: freedom. He’d do anything for it, except to put his crew in any danger. They are a packet deal, so to speak. Gytha - The Clockwork Maid: Wanted to make a joke and say she wants to be a real girl. ^^ But honestly she just wants to be seen as real. And another thing that is, surprise, surprise, spoiler-ish.

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

Eli - surprisingly, they are a morning person. They just wake up with that excitement, a brand new day to experience, new adventures and highs, new ideas how to set things right and plot revenge. They’d make a coffee first thing, but it's more a habit than a need.

Keyon - morning person extraordinaire. Wakes up like clockwork and is very set in his daily routines. He enjoys those early hours the most, before the day’s activities take their toll on him. Takes his tea at a nice table by the window while looking over the plans for the day ahead.

Rae - not a morning person, but is not excessively grumpy if needed to wake up earlier than she normally would. She’d take a shower first, and set her prosthetic hand. Then a shot of rum to start the day.

Blythe - a bonafide night owl. Will be tired all day if woken up too early and potentially get a headache throughout the day. She checks on her pets first.

Thane - He is not a morning person at all, but forces himself to wake up at some ungodly 4 AM for an extra hour of training. I imagine he curses his existence the first time he opens his eyes and sees the sun has not yet risen. Then he's off to the training grounds.

Bonus Angelica - The Chosen One: Morning person. Had coffee with Eli - it was basically their tradition. Carling Powlett - Chief of police: Not a morning person naturally, but still wakes up to always be on time at the station. Kisses her wife. Alder - Pirate king: He wakes up… whenever the f**k he wants. Not a morning person per se, but years as a part of a cohesive crew has made him wake up relatively early (or past noon depending the events of the night before). He does a quick walk around the ship when he wakes up. Gytha - The Clockwork Maid:

I couldn't help myself.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Eli - A literal daredevil, so no irrational or mundane fears here. As for the biggest one - disappointing their older sister. It somehow got worse after her death.

Keyon - Biggest fear is dying without leaving a mark on the world. He’s a highly rational person, so I really can’t picture him having unfounded fears.

Rae - Not a lot of fear left when you suffered through the worst of life, I guess. Biggest would probably be losing the few people she let herself get close to.

Blythe - Biggest fear - turning into her mother. She’s a germaphobe, but do germs count?

Thane - Dying alone and unloved as the biggest one that he also does not fully comprehend. Heights for the mundane (and he’s very ashamed of it).

Bonus

Angelica - The Chosen One: Conformity. Not striving for excellence when things get easier/ life gets contempt. Carling Powlett - Chief of police: Failing the people of the city she’s sworn to protect. Otherwise she’s a tough cookie. Alder - Pirate king: Losing his crew or freedom, in that order. A bit of a claustrophobe. Gytha - The Clockwork Maid: Being discarded.

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Chapter 235: Awkward Lunches

Characters: Ruby Rating: Teen Warnings: Language Notes: And here's the chapter! I was lamenting recently that I wrote some nice explicit Law and Ruby stuff but was nervous to post it here, since I don't post that stuff very often it all. I'm sure there will be those who are interested and those who aren't if you really care let me know! Otherwise it'll stay in my google docs for me to come back to every now and then.

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Ruby sat in a café while holding her latte mug with both hands. She rubbed the painted on flowers with her thumb before sighing. She sat silently as she waited for her lunch to arrive. She stared at her coffee, avoiding eye contact with Tas.

This was so damn awkward.

She glanced up from her coffee and saw him staring at her with his piercing green eyes. Ruby swallowed. She just wanted a nice and quiet lunch, not this nervous mess.

They sat silently across from each other, neither saying a word to cut the tension between them. Ruby brought her latte to her lips and sipped the warm liquid. She sighed after she finished drinking. That was good. She looked up from her mug to see Tas still starting at her intensely.

Holy shit this was awkward.

Luckily, the food arrived soon after and Ruby was sighing in relief. She looked at her tomato and goat cheese quiche and felt her stomach rumble again. She was so hungry. She dug in as soon as the waiter left and almost cried because the food tasted so good.

“So, Duhni mentioned you know how to fight,” Tas started up as soon as she had a mouthful of quiche.

Ruby looked up and swallowed. She cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah.”

“Why is a skinny woman like you learning how to fight?”

Ruby immediately started to scowl at him. “Why does it matter? I grew up on the Grand Line, isn’t that reason enough?”

“No.”

Ruby scoffed and resumed eating her meal. She was already so cranky because she was hungry. If this guy thought he was going to be an ass to her she needed to fill her stomach before she removed the leader of the authorities in a hungry rage.

Tas sighed. “It doesn’t matter why, I suppose. What matters is you know how to fight and that you can do a good job at it. If you’re strong, that’s what counts.”

“I am. You can be sure of that.” Ruby shoved more food into her mouth. This was such a good quiche. “So what do you need me to do? Storm their base and kill them?”

““Kill?”” Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”

“Is it? It seems like they’re destroying livelihoods. They’re disrupting daily life. Stealing things, hurting people, have they not taken anyone’s life before?” Tas didn’t answer. “Sometimes you need to get mean.” She wiped her mouth. “But if you don’t want me to kill them, I won’t. Someone I care about is against killing, too.”

“Your husband?”

Ruby’s lips twitched into a small frown. “Yeah.” She grabbed her ring and fiddled with it nervously. “Something like that.”

A silence grew between them as Ruby anxiously held onto her promise ring. She swallowed and looked down at her quiche. Food. She started to eat her delicious quiche again and started to calm down. This was no time to be anxious or nervous. She had a mission. Actually, it was multiple missions at this point.

Either way she needed energy.

She chewed on her food and looked up at Tas who was rubbing his glass of water with his thumb. “So, how did you become the leader of the local police?”

“Leader?” He questioned. “I’m not the leader.”

“You’re not?” Ruby blinked. “I see. I just assumed since you were giving orders and such you were.”

“No. I’m the captain. There’s the deputy, the assistant chief, and the chief above me.”

“Why aren’t they out doing all of this?” Ruby raised her brow.

“They’re…too busy.”

“They’re too busy to protect the town from recurring attacks?”

Tas hardened up. “When you’re in charge of the peace keeping it takes everything. I won’t have you disrespecting my superiors.”

Ruby raised her hands in surrender. “Sorry, sorry.” She sighed and finished her quiche. The waiter appeared moments later and offered dessert. Which she, of course, accepted. “Alright, so tell me about these assholes. Pirate attacks are easy to figure out. They see a prosperous town on the Grand Line and will do whatever it takes to plunder, but what about these bandits? Tell me about them.”

Tas deflated. He leaned against the back of his chair and sighed. He sipped his water and then poked around at a cherry tomato in his salad. Ruby watched him silently. The waiter came back with her caramel apple tart a la mode. Ruby smelled the apples and felt herself practically drool. She forgot about the question she had asked as she stared at the beautiful dessert.

As soon as Ruby started to dig in, Tas spoke up.

“It’s been going on for years,” he started. “Ever since I was young.” Ruby raised her brow. Tas didn’t look too much older than her. Maybe in his late 20s early 30s. “You’re right about the pirates. The unfortunate thing about living on the Grand Line in this new pirate age is that there’s just so many. They’re like cockroaches. They just don’t die.” Ruby swallowed the food in her mouth nervously. “I tried to join the Navy to fight the pirates that attacked this island but they wanted to ship me off to who knows where so I quit before even basic training. I want to help this island.” Tas clenched his fist and swallowed.

Ruby nodded and took in another spoonful of dessert. She didn’t ask him about his life story but she might as well listen.

“When I realized I could help this island by working with the local authorities I joined immediately. The bandit attacks just got worse over time. They were attacking more frequently – kidnapping people, they were even killing people. And they always knew how to get past the police and guards. We’ve managed to take a couple of them in but they never talk.”

“So, what do you do when they don’t talk?”

“Well, they’re supposed to be locked up and stay that way…”

“But?” Ruby prompted.

“They always manage to escape. The bandits break them free.”

Ruby raised her brow. That’s suspicious, she thought to herself.

“And I take it,” Ruby started after she finished her dessert. “Because you’ve got bandits and pirates, it’s hard to take care of one while dealing with the other. So, if we take out the bandits, that will help you focus on the pirates.”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Gotcha.” She wiped her face with her napkin and placed it on the table. The waiter came up to them with the check and started clearing off the table. “So, where do we start? Can you show me a map of where the hideout is? I’m sure I can just go there and kill- I mean defeat them.”

“You’re just going to go there by yourself? We don’t know how many there are or what weapons they have or if any of them have devil fruit powers!”

“Alright, calm down,” Ruby sighed. “Duhni mentioned a diamond mine. I assume that’s what everyone is after?"

“And the crops.”

“The crops?”

“Yes. They’re taking so much food for themselves and leaving none for the citizens. It drives up the price because of scarcity so the poorest people can barely afford to eat and that means…”

“They join the bandits to get food and money. Which means they end up as criminals or, worse, dead. Yep. Makes sense.” She nodded her head. She crossed her arms thoughtfully.

“So, will you help?” Tas spoke up.

Ruby sighed. “Yeah, while I can. I’m on the way to Tamcier. The ship arrives tomorrow and I was told it would leave in about three or four days. So…”

“So, if it’s not finished by then you’ll leave?” He asked defensively.

Ruby barked laughter. “Oh, dear, I’ll have it finished by then, don’t worry. Your bandits don’t have shit on me. They’ll be taken care of before my ship leaves.”

“You sound so confident.”

“If you knew anything about me you’d be confident, too. But you don’t, and I plan on leaving it that way.” Ruby stood up. “Take me to your headquarters. I want all the info you have on these fuckers.”

Tas made an annoyed face. “You curse like a sailor.”

Ruby grinned a large toothy grin. “You’re not the first person to tell me that,” she giggled. “Are you ready to go, or are we just going to sit here and chat all day?”

Tas sighed and placed berries onto the table. He stood up and brushed his legs off. “Let’s go.”

Ruby followed him silently. She looked around as she walked. Now that she looked at it, it did seem like a ritzy city. Definitely one with a diamond mine. She noticed that there were plenty of jewelry stores with all sorts of different prices in the windows. She watched the people. They all seemed pretty…well off. She knew what not well off looked like, that was for sure. She remembered that Law described Flevance before all the genocide once. He talked about White Town and its people. She wondered if this was similar.

Then she noticed the grocery and food stands. She saw the outrageous prices and nearly balked. 20 berries for corn?! Maybe she was just in the rich part of town, but damn! It’s corn! She couldn’t imagine what the price of fruit would be like.

She continued to follow Tas throughout the town towards his headquarters. Despite the attacks everyone seemed to…be okay. It was strange. Have the attacks been so normalized that people just go on with their daily lives? Do they not bother anyone anymore? Perhaps they had given up and just accepted it as a part of life.

It made Ruby uncomfortable.

Tas stopped in front of a building. Ruby stood next to him and stared at it. It was definitely not in her plans for the day to willingly go to the local police station. She didn’t think she had ever willingly gone to one.

“This is it,” Tas said. “Come on. Follow me.” He walked through the door.

Ruby sighed before following him into the building. She immediately stopped once in the building and looked around. It definitely looked like a police station. It made her skin crawl. All this helping the town out almost made her forget that she hated these people. She wanted to be back on her pirate ship.

It seemed pretty empty, but she supposed that most of the officers must be out doing whatever duties they had or were helping that restaurant after the attack. That was probably for the best. Ruby didn’t want to be around them. The less time she had to spend around the police the better, she was already so awkward in here. She felt like she was 19 again and getting in trouble for public intoxication or some shit like that.

“Are you coming?” Tas spoke up with a raised brow.

“Uh, yeah, sorry.” Ruby walked up to him. Ruby adjusted the purse on her shoulder and stared up at him. She didn’t realize how tall he actually was until she had a moment to think about it. He was taller than Law! She cocked her head. “Are we going?”

Tas blinked at her before swiftly turning away and clearing his throat. “Yes. Let’s go.”

Ruby followed Tas into an office. Tas walked behind the desk and sat at the chair. Ruby followed suit and sat in the chair in front of the desk. She sat silently and awkwardly as Tas stared at his desk. Ruby shifted and held her purse in her lap. She bounced her leg anxiously as Tas just sat there.

“Uh, the info?” Ruby finally found her voice to speak up.

Tas looked up at her and blushed. “Right, sorry. I got lost in my thoughts.” He sighed and opened a drawer. He stared at it and pulled out a file. He threw it down onto the desk with a “plop” and looked back up to her.

Ruby raised her brow. “A single file?” She questioned.

“People have died getting this information.”

“Sure, but you said this has been happening for years. I just figured there would be more information.” She leaned back into the chair.

Tas glared at her. Ruby didn’t falter. She just stared at him. He didn’t scare her, and he was barely a challenge. He needed to check his attitude if he thought she was going to continue to help him.

Tas deflated after a moment. “As I said, people died over this information. Whenever there was someone with good intel they’d disappear or end up dead. And then if we did manage to save some info, the bandits who were captured managed to get a hold of it when they escaped.”

Ruby narrowed her eyes. S o not only are the bandits somehow escaping, they’re also getting the info that the authorities manage to scrounge up? “Why haven’t they gotten this stuff?”

“Because only me and one other person know this is here.”

Ruby’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

“Yes.”

Ruby stared at him stunned. “Why…are you letting me see it then? Aren’t you worried that I’ll, like, sell this information?”

“Are you going to?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll just have to believe you. I need someone capable of saving my island. If you can do it, you can have any resource you can.”

Ruby reached over to the file. She opened it and stared at what was in it. Some photos and profiles mostly. She crossed her leg and sighed.

“Tas,” she heard a calm voice from the doorway. “Who’s this?”

Ruby turned to look at the person interrupting her thoughts. She saw another tall man with a buzz cut and ridiculous blue eyes. He was buff and all dressed up in uniform. She looked at the stupid medals on his chest and felt herself roll her eyes. This man was the guy in charge.

“This is Elissa,” Tas said. “She’s volunteered to help out with the Nine Lives.”

That's a stupid name for the bandits. What are they, Minks? Ruby thought to herself and ignored the two men. She held the file in her hands and rubbed it with her thumbs.

“Help?” The old man questioned. “And what can you do that we already haven’t?” He addressed Ruby.

Ruby raised her brow and opened her mouth but Tas responded first.

“She's the one who took care of those pirates at the docks earlier today. By herself. Sir.”

“I dunno if it was totally by myself. Duhni did take one down, afterall.”

Tas stared at her annoyed. Ruby just grinned.

“How did you take down a group of pirates by yourself?” The old man spoke up.

Ruby opened her mouth again but Tas interrupted again. Ruby huffed.

“She has devil fruit powers.”

“I can speak for myself,” Ruby grumbled.

The old man stared at her with an intense gaze. Ruby didn’t back down. She stared up at the man, challenging him to send her away. Men in positions of power always had no problem throwing around their authority over others to get their way, and she didn’t doubt that this man was like that. They always were.

The man sighed and ran his hand over his face. The action seemed to make him look older and greyer. Ruby shifted.

“Do you think she can do this without Lucian knowing?”

Ruby rose her brows.

“I don’t know,” Tas said. “Elissa, this is Hanzi, he’s the deputy.”

“Oh.” Ruby said out loud. “I thought you were the one in charge.”

Hanzi laughed. “No. Never made it that far, but also not interested in it.” He looked at her hands. “I see that you didn’t waste time giving the pretty girl the information,” he teased Tas.

Tas’s pale face blushed red. “Th-that’s not-! That isn’t what-!!” Tas continued to stutter.

Hanzi laughed. “He’s fun to tease,” he looked at Ruby. “Elissa?” He tested her name out. Ruby nodded. “Well, I definitely don’t mind the help, if you’re capable. Which, based on your biceps, I’d say you are.”

Ruby blinked and looked at her arms. That’s right. She had started to work out hard again once she had decided to go to Dressrosa. Law didn’t think anything of it at the time, but once he agreed to let her go he realized the reason behind her exercise routine.

“Hanzi, that’s impolite to say to a woman!” Tas said, still blushing.

Hanzi laughed. “Is it?”

Ruby blinked and relaxed. These two seemed fine. They didn’t make any alarms go off in her head, at least. She paused for a moment, thinking over their conversation.

“Who is Lucian?” She asked bluntly.

Tas and Hanzi looked at each other before looking back to Ruby. “Lucian is the chief,” Tas said. “He is…strict.”

“He’s an ass,” Hanzi said.

“Han!”

Hanzi rolled his eyes. “It’s best if you never meet him, darling.” He said “darling” just endearing enough to let her know he wasn’t being condescending. “In fact, it’s probably best you get out of here, he’ll be coming back soon from his lunch.”

“Oh.” Ruby blinked. “Yeah, okay. I definitely don’t want to run into an asshole.”

“He’s not- oh, nevermind,” Tas groaned. Ruby stood up and started to hand over the file to him. Tas took it thoughtfully. “I’d give this to you to look over but it’s the precious few information we have and, to be completely honest, I don’t fully trust you yet.”

“Fair enough.” Ruby shrugged.

“We’ll meet up tomorrow and go over this more. Not in this office but somewhere else.”

“Oh, perfect, you can buy me lunch again.” Ruby grinned widely and Hanzi laughed at Tas’s shocked face.

“You walked right into that one, Tas. Now you can’t turn this sweet lady down.”

Ruby’s grin widened. She was starting to enjoy these two.

“Fine. Seems I have no choice in this. Where would you like to meet?”

“I don’t know anything about this town, I just arrived today.”

“Right. Meet me at…The Roostery tomorrow around noon. You remember where that is?” Ruby nodded. “Good.”

“The Roostery, huh?” Hanzi scratched his chin. “I think I will join you two, seeing I’m already involved. How’s that sound, darling?”

Ruby snorted. “That’s fine.”

Ruby left the office quickly, really not wanting to meet this Lucian person. Just because Tas and Hanzi were entertaining didn't mean the rest of these police weren’t awful. It’s just like the marines. Just because Jun and Duhni don’t seem so bad didn't mean the marines weren't full of jackasses.

She walked far enough away from the police station and found a bench to sit on. She sighed and leaned back. This definitely wasn’t what Ruby’s trip to Dressrosa was supposed to be like. She looked in front of her at the fancy fountain with the marble statue. This really was such a rich town, she definitely understood why all these raids and attacks were happening. Not that innocent people deserved that and all.

Ruby wondered if she had been younger what she would have done in such a town like this. What road would she have taken? She sighed again. She was glad she was who she was now. She really didn’t look back on herself fondly.

She looked around the area she was in and noticed a small bookstore tucked away in a corner. She stood up and immediately walked towards it. After she found some books she would find a bakery and get some croissants to snack on. She was going to spend the rest of her day relaxing.

She was going to need it.

#op fanfic #one piece #lawxoc #law x oc #trafalgar law #one piece fanfiction #side to side #sela ruby #ruby sela #it ended up being long but i just didn't feel satisfied to end it and that's why this took so long to get out

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Dead Girls Don’t Die

Part 2: When the devil calls

Warnings: Mentions of death and violence, hospital setting. My previous parts have more exhaustive warnings just make the decision that feels right for you.

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Something was very very wrong. I bolt up lashing out blindly. A ball of ice-cold crackling energy shoots from my hand. A bearded man dressed in some kind of robes moves his hands opening a portal out of thin air and then closes it; trapping the energy. That's shocking and amazing and all but I can't help but stare down at my own hands in shock. “I apologize, that is- erm, a new development.” I murmur.

“It's alright I've handled worse, it's actually my job to handle mystic problems but that's not why I'm here.” I raise an eyebrow in his direction. “Tony Stark called in a favor so I came to look at your scans. In my career I handled some interesting cases, but it's rare to see damage like yours.” My heart skips a beat. “You can see the damage?” “Yes there’s damage to the frontal cortex of your brain and various injuries to your nerves If I’m correct you don’t have feeling on the soles of your feet?” I nod. It wasn’t that big of a deal until it turns out I’ve had something embedded in my foot for God knows how long.

“You're otherwise functional, we released some pressure from the base of your skull so that should be tender for a while, overall you have a clean bill of health. I raise my eyebrow inquisitively at him. “Is the psych eval not in or what?” “That’s clean too, you tested positive for the mutant gene. It explains your abilities.” My mind is going a mile a minute trying to process exactly what he’s saying. “That can’t be it, at least not the only…” I pause thinking for a second. “They found the bunker didn’t they?”

He seems to contemplate lying before admitting the truth. “Yes State and Local authorities are on scene, I suspect the FBI won’t be far behind.” I nod softly, it’s strange for my deep secrets to be common knowledge. “I appreciate your help but I have one question for you. Am I taking this IV out or are you because I have to go.” “No one is taking the IV out because the moment you’re off the morphine you’ll have a migraine strong enough to take out a grown man.”

“Coming from a girl who's taken out two grown men, just remove the damn IV” I wasn’t angry, just firm. I could tell he would be a tough nut to crack. “No I’m not risking the wellbeing of my patient you’re staying put” he counters. “You have a very short amount of time before I just rip it out.” I threaten. “Try that young lady and I'll restrain you.” His glare shows that he wanted to use words other than “young lady”

Sadly I’m still above begging. “Can I at least get a call? I've been in prisons with better bedside manner” I grumble. I think he says something about kids these days as he hands me the hospital phone. I feel a presence behind me. “I memorized the Lawyers number” Martin says. I push the phone in his direction and he dials. I place the receiver to my ear and listen to it ring.

I can hear the conversation in the background of the call. “I’m not your fucking secretary Red Im not taking your calls. “Just five minutes Castle I have to talk to the police chief and social services.” There’s some grumbling before someone finally speaks directly into the phone. “This is Matt Murdock’s phone. What do you want?” “Hi I’m Sylvia Cole I was hoping I could speak to Mr.Murdock regarding his visit to Massachusetts? He inhales sharply. “I’m assuming you’ve seen it, can I

ask— . “There were 12” he answers quickly, sparing me from asking the question.

My mind is reeling for a moment. “You need to tell then there are five more, the earliest ones.” “Alright Doll I’ll send the message,” he tells me. “Thank you, Mr…?” “Castle, Frank Castle you can call me Frank,” he replies. “Thank you, Frank, I truly appreciate your help,” I tell him softly. “Anytime Doll, call if you need anything alright? “I will, goodbye.” I set the phone in its cradle appreciating the satisfying sound.

Strange was staring at me as if he expected my head to burst into flames at any given moment. “I do hold some respect for you Dr.Strange I won’t rip the IV out I swear it. If you find me a bible I’ll swear it well or the Torah I’m half and half either works,” I offer. “Somehow I don’t believe that as you choose to sass me and promise in the same breath.” “You gotta let a girl have her fun somehow Doctor. The ghosts don't always get my humor.”

“The ghosts, what exactly are they like?” Strange asks taking a seat in the hospital chair. “Well they're all different, most of them are either terribly sad or angry at their predicament. I'm not entirely sure how they become ghosts, but they're not quite good or evil. Not in the black or the white ; they just get stuck in the grey. That's what I call where they go when I can't see them.” I explained to him. He begins to ask a question but doesn't get to finish it as I begin to scream bloody murder at the sight in front of me.

“What is it, what is it!?” Strange grabs me by the shoulders. I fall against his chest sobbing. “I can see them and I can feel their pain. They were just babies how could he do this? He was a father, he was my father, how could he do this to us.” Strange wraps me in his arms awkwardly at first but he softens a bit rocking me back and forth. “It’s alright he’s gone he can’t hurt anyone else.” “No no! you don’t understand they keep chanting it.” I try and scream louder to drown them out but I still hear them as a needle pricks my shoulder and my eyelids droop.

He’s alive He’s alive He’s alive He’s alive He’s alive

#fanfic #doctor strange #steven strange #frank castle #marvel #marvel mcu #dark!#ghosts

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The Strawberry Killer

Chapter Two: The Autopsy

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Beckton was a peculiar small town. It was a gloomy day in particular that Dianne Jennings arrived, but she was near certain that it would be just as peculiar if there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

There were a small number of people out on the streets, many carrying umbrellas or wearing long coats and hats. They turned to watch Dianne as she drove by, their eyes quickly darting up to stare into her car, many stopping their stroll so they could focus all their energy on their staring.

She saw no children out on the street, an unusual sight for an afternoon where school was certainly over with for the day.

The trees on the streets were dead, despite the moderate weather that should have left their leaves green.

In front of the many houses there were rusted old cars, with weeds growing wildly around them fitting into every crack and crevice. There were wild chickens, and even a few goats, surely no one knowing who exactly they belonged to. The shutters were snapped closed, the roofing falling apart, and abandoned wooden rocking chairs rocking idly in the wind.

Puddles littered the sidewalks, dandelions fought to survive in the cracks, and earthworms lay stranded due to recent rain.

An old man in a wheelchair stopped in his tracks to watch Dianne drive by. She turned down the street in front of him, glancing at his sunken face as he stared.

She parked outside of an old brick building with symmetrical windows outlined by white wooden frames. Pushing her glasses up to the top of her head, she got out of her car and walked into the building.

A few faces turned as she entered, but ultimately, they left her alone, returning to whatever work they were occupied with. Dianne walked until she saw a familiar face, and the chief of police in this peculiar small town shook her hand.

"Detective Jennings," he smiled, "I'm glad you could make it. How was the drive to Beckton?"

She chose not to mention the paranoia that followed her down the road, jumping between the shadows of the trees and fields to avoid detection. "It was fine, thank you. Detective Gregory mentioned he was going to be a few hours late?"

"He did, but I can tell you what we know so far while we wait. Maybe you'll think of something to do before he gets here."

Captain Josiah explained the series of murders that had been plaguing the town of Beckton over the course of several months. He told her how they had no leads, no clue as to who the killer could possibly be. The bodies were found all over the town, seeming to be in a different spot each time. The most recent was found in Kiplan Lake, the body of the victim so disfigured that they couldn't even identify her.

"Have you done an autopsy on her?" Dianne asked.

"What for? We already know how she died."

"How, then?"

"Drowning, of course. She was found in the lake."

Detective Jennings sighed; a long, hollow sound. "I want her body autopsied immediately. Maybe it'll be finished by the time Detective Gregory arrives."

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Detective Jennings sifted through the papers with a frown. "This is it?"

The coroner, Michael Williams, nodded solemnly. "There wasn't a lot to work with, Detective. Everything we managed to find is in that file, but I can walk you through it."

He turned down a hallway, leading Detective Jennings into the room where the body laid out on a metal table. She fought the urge to grimace at the sight of the young girl out on display.

"Caucasian female, around 18 to 20 years in age, five foot, seven inches, and about 140 pounds," The coroner drawled. "Normally, we would have identified her with fingerprints, but all of the tips of her fingers had been severed."

The detective looked at him questionably. "They were severed?"

Michael nodded, gesturing to the girl on the table. "Every single one of them. The cuts indicate that whoever did it had little to no experience, it was very messily done, some even going straight through the bone."

"Or maybe they were in a rush," Detective Jennings thought aloud, examining the victim's hands.

"We moved on to dental records to try to ID her, but nothing came back."

She hummed at the information, allowing the coroner to continue.

"Um, the next thing we noticed was her eyes," he said. "Or lack thereof."

This earned another confused look from the detective, who quickly moved to remove the white sheet that covered the victim's face.

"Strawberries?"

Michael nodded; his lips pressed thin. "They're rotten, so they've been there a while, but yeah. Strawberries."

And sure enough, when Detective Jennings pulled back the sheet she was met with a grisly sight. The girl, whoever she may be, was missing both of her eyes, replaced by two now-decaying strawberries. It was a nasty display, the skin surrounding it bloodied and sunken in.

"She arrived wearing a red blindfold, we carefully packaged it to be sent back to your office," Michael said, watching the detective stare solemnly at the girl on the metal table.

Detective Jennings's lips were pressed into a thin line.

"The weirdest part though," Michael told her, "is that it looks to me like her eyes were professionally removed. They weren't just gouged out like you would expect, especially with the way the fingers were sloppily severed. Someone who knew what they were doing removed these."

"A doctor?" Detective Jennings questioned.

"It's possible. Or someone with any kind of medical background."

"What about a butcher?"

The coroner nodded, shrugging. "Again, it's possible. If he knew what he was doing."

"Do you think there's more than one person behind this crime?"

Michael thought for a moment. "I can't say for sure, Detective. Like you said, they could have been rushed. But the precision it took to remove her eyes, is not apparent in the removal of her fingertips."

The detective continued to stare at the girl's face, before finally covering her with the sheet once again. "What happened to her head?"

Michael didn't have to ask what she meant. "Her skull was bashed in almost completely. Whoever did that had pretty strong upper body strength, and I'm near certain it was done with some kind of hard, rectangular object."

"That's how she died?"

"Surprisingly, no. I believe that this desecration occurred after she was already dead."

"So, what was the cause of death, then?"

"Strangulation."

The coroner brought a hand to the girl's neck, pointing at the blue and battered skin. "My guess is that these marks were left by a man, or a woman with large hands, but I find that unlikely."

"Whoever did this must have been trusted by her," Detective Jennings thought aloud.

"What makes you say that?"

"She let them get close enough to do this to her."

Michael's face scrunched up in confusion. "Or they attacked her, ran at her and strangled her."

The detective looked up at him, shrugging, and crossing her arms. "Maybe, but in my experience, strangulation is a crime of passion. It's someone she knows. Our Jane Doe wasn't chosen at random."

She glanced at the table; the poor girl still sprawled out on the metal surface with nothing covering her but a thin white sheet.

"That theory of yours," Michael said, "that she wasn't chosen at random; I think it can be supported by something else we found."

He handed her a sealed Ziploc bag, containing a cloth covered in stains, and if she squinted, writing.

"This was found shoved down her throat."

Detective Jennings fought to keep her composure. "Any idea what it says?"

"A poem, funny enough."

The detective raised a brow. "You and I have different definitions of funny."

"Sorry," the coroner backtracked, "that's not what I meant. Uh, the transcription is written in the file I gave you."

He pointed at the manila folder in her hands, and she gave him a forced smile. "Thanks. Anything else you can tell me?"

Michael solemnly shook his head. "That's all we found on her. Normally we would have been able to identify her at least, but there's not much to work with here."

Detective Jennings knew what he meant. Between the severed fingers, no dental records, shaved head, and her head being violently beaten, identifying this girl was going to be near impossible.

"I wouldn't hope for any DNA from her attacker to come back either," Michael continued. "Since her body was found in the water, it probably destroyed most of everything."

"Speaking of," the detective suddenly remembered, "how long would you guess her body was left in the water?"

"Somewhere between 96 and 120 hours."

"And how long has she been deceased?"

"About the same."

Detective Jennings offered him a smile— a formality— and shook his hand, thanking him for the help. As she left the coroner's office, walking down the drab white hallway, a sense of dread followed her out. It clung to her clothing, seeping into her coat pockets and attached itself to her like an unwanted shadow.

#wip: the strawberry killer #wip excerpt #chapter update #finished wip #story excerpt #wip chapter #murder mystery #serial killer oc #my ocs #finished story #short story #original fiction

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I had another thought about Hotchner's Hounds and I gotta share this:

We know that puppy ran away from her previous owner, who hosted dog fights (I'm assuming these are illegal in this au). But he never was caught or something, bc puppy simply ran away. And Hotch doesn't know that this was the thing that happened do her. He suspected that puppy was abused, and that badly, but he never thought about it much further, only concentrating on making her feel safe at home with Spencer.

Then the BAU gets a case with killed people and find out that somebody kills their staff, bc they wanted to blow the whistle on the dog fights (they make so much money from it, bc you can buy tickets for the fights and they get streamed to the dark net). And Penelope does a deep dive on the people and finds this out, and while doing that she connects the dots and finds the owner of the dog fights (the previous owner of puppy).

After ambushing him and interrogation, which is led by Hotch, Penelope finds the streams of the fights and puppy is some of them. Crying she runs up to Hotch and shows him the videos. After that, Hotch can't to back into the interrogation room, knowing that he'll kill the man in there, the one, who traumatized his puppy beyond understanding.

Later, when Hotch comes back home to Spencer and puppy, exhausted and unbelievably sad, puppy is super scared at first, because he smells like her previous owner. But Hotch tries to make her understand, that the man can't hurt her or any other hybrid ever again.

(Even Spencer is apprehensive at first, having a feeling that the smell means trouble)

(Sorry, this is written so badly, I swear my English isn't always so bad 🥲)

-🐶

this is 1.1k words FYI to everyone before opening a reading. And I have not proof read it :))

Puppy only managed to escape the fighting ring because there was a police raid happening and she had been picked to fight the next round. The more important people and leaders of the underground fight club managed to escape too and ended up starting the fights with all-new hybrids and locations.

No one knew where the puppy came from when she was found by the people at the shelter, and they simply thought that her scars and wounds were from the rough life out on the streets. They never mentioned their thoughts to anyone, not even in her papers, so when Hotch got her and first saw the large scars scattered all over her frail body, he instantly connected it to abuse.

Aaron didn't want to look further into it, knowing that he would be enraged by what he found, and since she didn't have a chip, there was nothing he could do to find the bastards that harmed her. Aaron instead focused his every last drop of energy on making her happy, comforting her, making her comfortable around Spence, and in general just treating her like his good little puppy.

A couple of months into her new life in the Hotchner household, Aaron had a case cross his desk, it wasn't one of their usuals, this was in the city and it was a subject close to his heart. He didn't even bother reading the rest through when he saw the big bold lettered headline of underground hybrid fights. He knew he had to take it on.

The FBI had heard about the case before, seeing the tickets to these fights littered around the city, they had gotten more and more frequent over the years, more and more hybrids going missing and more and more men turning up dead from not paying their debts to the Master.

One of the people had been a close informant of the bureaus, which was also why they figured that the Master had started killing everyone who crossed him even remotely. Penelope was seeing the horrors that were the dog fights. The pictures, the kills, but most importantly the videos.

Her discoveries had led the team to arrest the Master, Hotch already hard at work on getting him to confess. His anger levels skyrocketing as the bastard sat in utter silence smirking at the aggravated unit chief.

What Penelope didn't expect to find was the old streams from before you managed to escape. The organization had stopped doing those as a precaution, now people had only known about the fights if they were trusted enough to know the secrets. She was disgusted by how the puppies were treated, some having turned more aggressive than others.

Tears were already streaming down her face as she watched the streams, but when the next one started playing she was left in utter shock, too stunned to turn it off. The Master was walking you in on a leash connected to one of those chain-linked choke collars, pulling you with him. Your ears laid down in submission and your tail curled under you in pure freight as you only followed him in hopes of not choking to death. She watched as she whimpered when the canines of the other hybrid dug into your flesh, leaving a deep bite mark on the side of your stomach. When the stream had been made, you already seemed to have several marks all over your body, even a large gash turned scar over your nose that had since then faded and almost unseen on you now.

Penelope was sobbing as she rushed out of her cave with her tablet, trying to get to Hotch as fast as possible.

"Baby girl, what's wrong?" Morgan asked as he stopped her in the hallway, Garcia still couldn't talk coherently, trying to calm herself, but her frustrations over what she had found were far greater. She showed Morgan the video, he already felt the boiling anger within him. You had become a cherished member of their family and they all loved you greatly and understood that you had a past that was not as nice as you deserved.

"GET HOTCH OUT NOW!" Morgan pushed the doors open to the bullpen, Rossi catching the distress and seriousness of the situation and instantly went to change places with the unit chief. Morgan guided Garcia up to Hotch's office, waiting for him to return, seemingly angry with the way he had been yanked from the interrogation. But when he saw why, he understood that it was what had to be done.

Hotch watched the video in silence after the two agents had left him alone to dwell on what he was about to undercover. He felt compelled to walk in a straight line for the room your previous "owner" was held in and just shoot him dead or better yet, beat him to death with his bare hands, show him who really was boss around here.

However, Aaron announced that he was going home, knowing that it would be better to confront his two pets excitedly awaiting his homecoming.

When he entered the door, you instantly caught the whiff of the scent that had hurt you the most. Laying your ears flat, you started backing away, whimpering in response as you were blinded by the smell, not even registering that it was Hotch and not your previous master coming to take you back to that awful place.

Spencer also caught the scent, not knowing where it came from, but by your reaction, he already didn't like it. He took a step in front of you, keeping you shielded behind him as he started growling at Hotch, never doing anything other than warning the man.

With a heavy sigh, Hotch walked away, deciding to shower and change clothes in hope of it helping calm your nerves. When he returned, cleaned from top to toe and a new layer of his cologne, you reluctantly moved closer one step at a time, tail slightly tugged. You waddled in between Hotch's legs, laying your head against his thigh with a whine leaving your throat. You looked up at him with sorrowful and frightened eyes, hoping that he would understand.

"Hey." He whispered softly at you, getting your full attention. "It's okay. The bad guy is gone. He'll never harm you again. No more fights, only cuddles, and love." Hotch stroked the length of your hair in a soothing motion feeling you relax further and further at his touch. When you were fully calm, you crawled into his lap, curling yourself against him, understanding that he would always protect you.

After a long tiresome day, Hotch laid down on the couch with you curled on top of him, turning on the tv to just zap through the channels. He felt the weight of his other pup jump up near his feet, nestling himself in the free space between his legs as Spencer's eyes fell on the large flatscreen with a relaxing sigh.

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bluekat12345 · 2 years

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How do you see a Rescue Bots bad ending AU for the ep Rescue Boy! I have already made some sketches and ideas for the AU.

But I think that you already saw the post LoL.

But even so, wanna share some headcanons or other ideas for this AU?

Please do! Because when it comes to trauma for a character I am the worst writer for that 😂😂😈

I'm honored for the ask! But to be honest, I struggle writing angst and trauma too. But I hope this works for you.

For starters, I imagine this would have negative effect on Cody mental and emotional state. Meaning I imagine becoming much more cynical and less cheerful. This incident would convince him that he simply isn't meant to be a hero, that all he's meant to do is remain in the shadows while those around him get to be in the spotlight and have their chances to be heroes. He would still do his part to help in the Burns family, but more out of obligation than any real passion for his job like he used to. And if he's adopted, that will make him feel worse and believe that there is no place for him anywhere, since even his birth parents didn't want him.

Frankie would start out with well intentions and she started genuinely just wanting to keep what happened to Cody from happening to others. But the more popular she becames, the more arrogant she becomes, and eventually she sort of forgets why she even did all of this in the first place. She would be more focused on all the atention of fame her hero persona gets, and might brag tha she's a better hero than the Burns, especially Cody. But the more arrogant she becomes, the more reckless she gets, and eventually she starts causing more trouble than solving, and she might let her identity slip and ends up putting her family endanger as there are plenty of people who would attack her family to get to her.

As for Charlie, he would be at a loss to what to do. He's not oblivious, he knows the miserable state Cody is in, and he wold try his best to assure Cody thatnhe can be a hero and do good, but Cody doesn't believe him, no matter how hard Charlie tries. And he would be extra protective of Cody after the incident, watching over him to make sure he doesn't get hurt. But this behavior would hurt Cody more, making the poor boy believe that his father doesn't think he's truly capable of doing anything on his own. And it might get to point where he'll start accidentally neglect his other kids and his job as police chief just to look over Cody.

Kade, Dani, and Graham would have a tough time to. Their youngest brother is depressed and cynical, their Dad is focusing all his energy on Cody and seemingly forgetting about them, and Frankie is practically stealing their jobs.

And the poor bots get caught up in all the drama, wanting to help but not knowing what to do.

#Answer #Transformers #Rescue Bots #Rescue Boy #Bad ending #Transfomers Rescue Bots #Cody Burns #Frankie Greene #Chief Charlie Burns

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orionares · 3 years

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BTHB: Handcuffed

Psych

@badthingshappenbingo

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In the name of the father, my Colt 1911 and the universal hatred of hippies, I will not strangle Spencer with these cuffs….

"Psst...Lassie?"

We will get rescued and then he'll go back to San Francisco with O'Hara….

"Lassito? Can you scratch my back?"

And I will get a reward from the Mayor for self-control…

"Laaaaaasssie, please? Can't reach it- Hey! Do you ever use your cane as a back scratcher?"

"SPENCER!" Lassiter hisses loud enough for the bearded well, hippie guarding the arid decrepit living room to hear. The Police Chief scowls at the blank eyes of the guard and waits for the man to turn back to whatever the hell he'd been doing.

What fresh hell is this- he had told O'Hara that a fishing trip alone with Shawn wasn't going to end well. But then Marlowe had joined with O'Hara's puppy dog eyes and-

"What?" Shawn replies with the irritating casualness one isn't supposed to have while handcuffed back to back.

And also after being kidnapped.

Lassiter lowers his voice down to a loud whisper, "What did I tell you?"

"When Ron and his friends took us from the boat?"

Of course Spencer would figure out their captors name.

"How in God's name do you know that..man's name?" Lassiter asks, already prepared for the idiotic performance sure to follow. In the briefest of moments, Lassiter's heart lifts at the delay in response from Shawn and the beautiful possibility of a semi-mature response.

"'Cause I'm psychic."

Idiot.

Ron lumbers over from his near hour long guard at the door and sneers heavily, "You two needa shut up."

"Kidnapping a Police Chief and a civilian-"

"Psychic," Shawn interrupts because, of course.

Lassiter rolls his eyes and continues glaring at Ron. "Is making things worse. And a hippie like you, destroying this-"

Shawn wiggles in his spot and somehow manages not to irritate Lassiter's injured arm. He dramatically tsks and states," Look, Ron, my good man, as we had tried to tell you while we were on our boat before you swooped in and took us, we are just two men doing manly fishing ...manly...ly."

Lassiter sighs and quickly weighs the pros and cons of persuading Ron to duct tape Shawn's mouth shut. No, they were two men , forced by a pregnant detective and her puppy eyes to "bond".

"Wai, you's kinda young to be a puh-lees chief," Ron says, cocking his head to the right like a German Shepard. Normally, Carlton Lassiter would tear into Ron head to toe for well, everything, but it's the man's current attention that leaves Lassiter well, speechless.

Attention directed solely on Shawn.

Shawn chuckles, not even attempting to stifle down his delight at Ron's comment. "As much as I am delighted at the compliment, alas, I am not the Police Chief in this dynamic duo. No, I am Shawn Spencer, Master and commander of Psychfransico in beautiful San Francisco. This silver haired fox is my idol and Police Chief of Santa Barbara, Carlton Lassiter. "

Ron naively scoffs at Lassiter and chuckles, "You 'ain't a Police Chief. You look like his Daddy."

The squeal of delight from Spencer- is it possible to double the mortification he's already drowning in?

"Stooop," Shawn replies with giddy shyness. "I'd shake your hand , good man, if I could. Speaking of hands, I know you and your merry man of kidnappers-"

"Ya'll went on our land and we can't have that," Ron counters.

Lassiter blinks out of his daze of mortification and snorts at the happy conversing between Ron and Shawn.

How cute.

"Can you two stop sharing your feelings and get back to the fact that you and your little pals kidnapped a Police Chief-"

"And psychic!"

"Spencer, I swear to God-"

"What? Accuracy is important!"

"STOP!!" Ron bellows before staggering back to the counter. The over dramatic fall is one of the many reasons he had taken Lilly to a small gathering of hippies banging drums and reviewed in great details the detrimental behaviors of tree huggers.

A great activity for a four year old, despite Marlowe's eye roll.

"Are you really a Police Chief?" Ron blubbers. Lassiter groans and opens his mouth for another smarmy comment. Unfortunately, the motormouth champion of the West Coast beats him to it.

"He is. One of the best in the west. Just like I am and my psychic skill. Just how I predict that you make that right move and let me and the man who sleeps with two pistols in his bedside go."

It's three- one in the dresser, one under the pillow and one in the ejection slot on the bed frame, Lassiter thinks before the non- irritable side of him sparks a thoughtful observation.

Has Spencer been giving me compliments this whole time?

Ron opens his mouth and gawks momentarily at Lassiter before clumsily turning and lumbering out the door. Shawn sighs louder than necessary and then comments, "He seems nice."

"Do you two want a room to braid each other's hair," Lassiter growls with increasing volume," AND MAKE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS?"

"Gus and I did that last week," Shawn replies calmly," the friendship bracelets, I mean." He leans towards the wall, humming softly, before pressing a small sharp object against Lassiter's wrist. "I was going to just cut us free instead."

Lassiter Scrunches his nose and imagines his Lilly and his Marlowe smiling back at him and how he'd miss them dearly if he would be arrested for strangling Spencer. "You had a sharp object this entire time?"

"No. I found it but didn't want to use it with our main man Ron in the room,” Shawn states. Lassiter can feel Shawn’s hands fidgeting with the handcuffs. The Police Chief lets out a frustrated humph as Shawn continues to work before the glorious sound of a click from the handcuffs.

“Lassie, can I ask you a question?”

"No."

"No, seriously."

He'd bang his head against the wall if he could. Lassiter inhales and exhales slowly, knowing full well that Spencer could and would keep this game up if he wanted to. "Fine," he says slowly, "What?"

"How do you be a good father?"

Oh.

The pain in the ass, the bane of his existence, the-

The handcuffs click and the cold metal around Lassiter's wrist drop to the ground. "Hold on," Shawn mutters as he continues to fidget with his own cuffs until they also drop to the ground. Shawn turns around and repeats his earlier question, "So yeah, how do you be a good father?"

Turning on the floor to face Shawn would take an awkward, frustrating set of movements so Lassiter stays back to back with Shawn. "Is that why you asked me to go fishing?"

Shawn grunts as he rolls onto his hands and then pushes himself up onto his knees. He shrugs and admits, “Me and my dad aren’t- well, we butt heads. With Jules being eight months pregnant, she figured out that I wanted to talk to you but-”

“Spencer, “ Lassiter hisses, softening his expression at the look in Shawn’s eyes. Is that puppy eyes? “How about this? We get out of here, I shoot some hippies and then I’ll give you six minutes.. and forty five seconds to ask me questions about fatherhood.”

Just as his daughter, Shawn perks up and grins as if just being told about a trip to the ice cream store. He stands and helps lift Lassiter to his feet. “There are six doors- two on the left and four on the right. We went down two flights of stairs with eight steps on each,” Shawn rambles, “and….when we were blindfolded in the back of the jeep, we took three left turns and a right turn from the boat.”

In normal times, especially back in the days when Shawn and Gus were causing chaos in Santa Barbara, Carlton Lassiter would scowl and walk away from the idiotic smile on Shawn’s face with Juliet on his heels. Right now, as he’s aggravated for being kidnapped, hungry and really wishing Marlowe hadn’t talked him into taking one pistol with him instead of his usual three, there is a small part of him that he will never outwardly admit that is a bit impressed and proud of Spencer.

A very, very small part of him. A minute size part of him.

“Ready?” Shawn asks as he pulls Lassiter’s uninjured arm over his shoulder for support.

Lassiter nods, thinking- Ready.

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Escaping comes way too easy.

Lassiter isn’t the least surprised to find only two of the six men that had surrounded them on the boat sitting in the room at the top of the stairs. He really isn’t surprised when Shawn manages to sow doubt in Ron’s mind long enough to give Lassiter the chance to grab the closest item and whip it across the room and clock the second man in the back of the head.

After calling for assistance, arresting Ron and his unconscious friend and threatening the two arriving SBPD officers with hell if they even think about saying a word, Lassiter stands in front of a police vehicle, watching Shawn talk animatedly to Juliet O’Hara on the phone. The same small part of him that was impressed by Shawn triggers a faint smile on the Police Chief’s face.

“I’ll be home soon. Yep…..tell Gus that he can breathe…..I love you too….kiss the belly for me. Ok, bye!” Shawn exclaims happily. He pockets his phone and tries to calmly cross the lot to Lassiter. Lassiter can feel the excited energy bouncing off the younger man as he asks quietly, “So…..how can I be a good father to my little girl? Like you are?”

Good lord. Lassiter sighs and replies, “You’ll be fine, Spencer, but ask any question you want.”

“For six minutes and forty five seconds?”

He’ll regret this dearly. “I will open it up to ten minutes-” he holds up a hand as Shawn’s eyes widen with excitement, “-don’t make me regret this.”

#psych #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #bad things bingo #bad things happen bingo

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beann-e · 3 years

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um wow , idk what to say i’m a bit flustered but i hope i say it right. I was only gone for a couple of days and this is what I come back to. 😮 Tysm guys I love you all thank you for taking the time out of your scrolls to even follow me >:’) So, I decided to follow through on my haikyu x police force idea and here it is a sneak peek! I hope you enjoy !

May 1 , 2021

-recording take one

" I am under oath to tell you that everything being said here today will be used to further the investigation against yourself. That being said If you choose to answer a question or provide a statement I will have no choice but to write it down to be processed and turned into someone of higher authority than me is that clear "

" i'd say that's a bit — well stupid to me saying yes when your the highest fish on the food chain no? "

" what else can I say except lucky you that everything you say won't be passed around and relayed much less having your words twisted by those listening "

" cute "

" i'd say same goes to you if you weren't chained up in front of me right now — I might've just asked you out on a date "

" i'm free friday at 10 — though it's in the morning so I pose the question— Would you like to sneak me from my court case baby I promise i’ll make it up to you "

" mm i'll think about it seeing as though i'm the one escorting you to your new cell anyways we might just have to have a uh a talk inside hmm"

" what no balls ? "

" sadly none —or at least physically seeing as though i'm a woman "

" I never would've guessed if it wasn't for the way that suit hugs your curves — your pretty full out huh you must be fun "

" i've gotten that before though people tend to say i’m a bit more fun elsewhere "

" aw you wound me you didn’t tell me I had competition babe “

" of course not your first in line in my eyes, it sucks that the ring on my finger says differently though "

" isn't that sweet I might just have to take you up on your offer "

" oh? didn't think you'd be so excited ,much less interested on being the first one on my list to be put in jail but, I guess i'll try my best to speed your trial up for you if that's what you want "

The rooms silence was heavy as the camera panned the room. Your fingers silently being clawed into the table as it drained all your anger from you.

Your shoe tapping against the floor with a slight grimace appearing on your face when you heard the buttons on the camera in front of you being pressed.

" what no slick comment ? " A heartfelt laugh moved to fill the once silent room as you watched small hands wrap around the camera and fix it to where it showed nothing but your upset face—fingertips slamming down one by one on the table

" don't you have a fucking job to do glasses "

" aw what happened no more flirty y/n ? "

"your an asshole— I don’t know why I expected much in the first place seeing as though you were trained under him "

" such a foul mouth — you do know this is going on your transcripts right ? " the eyes in front of you narrowing on you the voice only coming out in mock care for your situation " you wouldn't want the jury — much less the judge reading this when their deciding your sentence right ? "

Your fingers glided over the table and into a fist in front of you as your head went to look down at the table

" you've grown submissive so fast "

" I find it hard to believe you don't like that kind of thing fucking pervert "

" aw you wound me — but if I had to supply you with an answer to your question— I can imagine your dying to know since you've been flirting with a married woman this whole time "

" married? "

" I know your observant y/n you have to be " the next words making you breathe heavily " I mean the way you noticed your s/o was cheating before they could even notice themselves is just wow"

The click of the door being heard as a deep voice made its way in the room " Kiyoko your not allowed in here "

" I have just as much right to be in here as anyone else — "

" but I could’ve sworn I just said you don't — so again why the hell are you in here ? "

The room turning cold with the woman in front of you straightening herself up not wanting to go back and forth with the male in front of her but, at the same time not wanting to come across as small, being seen as a woman down here was hard much less having your own husband be relatively close to the one in charge " I came down here to test out inmate 4890 psyche"

" did anyone give you that kind of permission? that kind of clearance ? to even get down here in the first place ? "

" I mean their hidden underground so i'd say their the main event down here "

" you can't just come down here to see it whenever you see fit "

" but I was interested in the way it's mind works "

" what the hell am I an attraction at sea world? "

" your whatever the fuck I want you to be " your once strong eyes were met with brown ones that held your gaze almost testing you— daring you.

You seeing the hate swirl with annoyance meeting to radiate off of him. His face made up in a snarl as he finally turned his whole body to you.

Arms crossed across his chest eyes now lazily focused on you causing a chill to move through your spine. Youd never wanted to grow submissive to anyone and you never had not in all your years of living so why were you now?

Kiyokos eyes moving from between you to the male in front of her and back. Her body already telling you she knew something was off by the way you'd just been playful with her until you felt the energy shift by someone elses approach showing how easily your personality could changed.

Something was off and she was interested

" if necessary I can always stay and play mediato— "

" your ok " he smiled widely " we're fine together — down here "

your body shifted in the seat wrists being pulled back and down to the table by the chain in front of you when you heard his claim.

" y/n ' s good with that — their fine ive known them a long time I can speak for them — we’ve done this before countless times this isn't their first crime maybe one of this stature yes but "

" mhmm " the woman in front of you shook her head lightly before leaving the room your heart clenching tightly when you heard the door click closed

" I just wanna do my job and then i'll get out ok y/n " the fake sympathy in his voice shining through as he put down his clipboard on the table before standing behind the chair at the table across from you

" god " his voice was heavy as he spoke " it's like you get hotter and hotter everytime we see each other " his body moving around the small rectangular table " it's such a shame "

Your body tensing when you felt him nearing you only to keep going past you.

Body letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding only to restore another one when you heard the click of the camera turning off and powering down.

Your eyes darting around the room to watch him out of the corner of them reaching up to turn off the corner camera that showed the police force what was happening in the room

Not that they would care seeing as though he was chief he could do anything he wanted to you and not have to tell anyone in his unit. It didn't help that you were a world renowned criminal now you'd fully fucked this up for yourself

" crazy how your fucked yourself over " his words only confirming the thought in your head " you were only into petty crimes before so I could barely get my hands on you i'd always have to pass you over to everyone else because no one of my status ever needed to intervene — though I would've loved to— just to feel the way your face would drop anytime I entered the room or to even feel the shift in your attitude like I felt earlier— holy fuck is that powerful and now look at you "

He laughed at your body that sat slumped in your chair trying to cover your face with the cuffs on the table " pathetically sitting in a room bawling your eyes out in front of me "

His words only feeling closer now as his breath hit your ear.

Heat from his mouth moving to your neck instantly causing you to scoot away only for him to grab the back of your neck " have you no respect for yourself "

You gritted your teeth together at his hold on you " I said have you no respect for yourself "

You bit at your lip trying to decide what to say you always wanted to spit a comeback at the male but right now was definitely not the time with his heavy hand on your neck moving slowly into your hair to grip tighter

"ah every single time we do this — it's almost even more pathetic than the droplets I keep seeing falling and landing on my perfect fucking table that I bought with company’s money— fuck their gonna cut my paycheck "

His hand tightening as he spoke again " one more time asshole " his voice held all the rudeness to it " have you no respect for yourself "

" y-"

The action was quick as he slammed your head hard into the table in front of you. your vision blurring before he sighed blood dripping from your forehead and leaking out of your nose onto your lips as it trembled slightly

" ugh I hate when this happens with you —- you always bleed so fucking easily " he huffed " I ask you something you answer learn something about respect for once in your life and maybe you'll take better care of yourself "

He scoffed " your so fucking pretty and yet you do things like this — you slut yourself out in my business and then turn around and get arrested god your such a fucking ditz "

your head being brought to meet the table once again as you whimpered tears mixing with your blood brain muddied and shut down by his actions

" i'm so tired — so so tired of sweeping everything you do under the rug— I mean you act like I can’t fucking see you y/n i run the whole fucking thing I don’t— I don’t understand you your just fucking stupid so so so stupid it just blinds me and throws me for a loop sometimes "

His voice was low almost as if he only wanted you to feel the weight of his words " and then you never even say fucking sorry " he pushed your head down again " i'm the fucking cleanup crew ,, the shitty bodyguard when you drag yourself in some mess ,, the contact list when you need a plug ,, the boss when you need a job i'm fucking tired y/n "

" I know I know and i'm— im so sorry really please i'm sorry "

you braced yourself for another push as he backed away the heavy hand leaving your neck as he peered down at your head that was still hovering over the table

" what the fuck do you want another bash ?What are you doing "

" no — no please no”

" then bring your head up — god you seriously take your role on as the youngest dont you " he sighed as he moved his hands to pinch at the bridge of his nose. Your eyes darting to the camera kiyoko left and feeling hope enter your body thinking of how she would see the whole scene that’s played out with the male in front of you

" your not staying here "

" what—what "

" you can't — I dont want you here— i’m outta this your not my responsibility anymore your 19 now so I don’t know what to say except get it to fucking gether — you stay here your never gonna go to jail you'd just stay in a confined room for moths — fuck i’m always getting dragged in this shit "

" how — what do I do — what am I gonna do "

" the hell do you mean ? what am I gonna do ? as if the shits not obvious your gonna do fucking nothing while everyone else does all the work for you again "

your voice grew quiet as he scoffed " that's what I thought god — one day i'm gonna get fired "

your eyes darted to the camera and back down " for what exactly "

his eyebrows creased as he stared at you eyes moving all around your face before he spoke ignoring your question " you got yourself in some real bad shit this time y/n "

" but it wasn't even my fau— "

" you don't say shit — you know it wasn't suppose to go down like that and when one goes down we go down together you swore it— that’s how you got our trust don’t fuck yourself over again or you’ll be down in hell by yourself "

" like what ? "

" don't fuck with me y/n "

he moved to grab his clipboard your body lifting when he walked off and forgot about the camera only to drop the clipboard to the floor with a loud clang and start using his shoe to tear the papers apart

" wh-what are you doing " your voice came out soft as your eyebrows creased

His body moving over to the table and throwing the camera youd just put all your hope into someone seeing what you went through being thrown to the ground and stepped on harshly with the heel of his shoes.

Though it wasn't broken broken it was unsalvageable and couldn't be fixed your eyes going wide unable to process anything before he walked to the door and opened it his hand coming up to cup around his mouth

" THEIR ATTACKING " he screamed your body trembling at the way the table shook along with it " calling all units anyone in the vicinity the inmate I am locked up with is having a tantrum of some kind and I do not think I can handle it alone "

Your heart broke as you watched the male in front of you turn back to look at you holding nothing but hate in his eyes " I ask that you help me remove the inmate and get them out of our station immediately "

Several people running in cleaning up the scene and taking pictures before someone uncuffed you and dragged you towards the tall male by the door.

" Chief where do you want em "

" I want em on the next bus to tokyo "

Your head swirling " wh— "

" everyone exit while I talk to the inmate quickly alerting them of their next adventure " everyone moving silently to follow his demands his eyes going directly to yours as everyone raced down the hallway and away from you two

" your going to tokyo — I can't fucking do this — "

" but what would I do there's no one "

" go see bokutou — at this point you've pissed me off I can't do much else for you just — go ask for a new life really " his voice came out in a short laugh at his ending words

" boku— "

" y/n I said i'm pissed off and done with you — you keep interfering with my job and honestly this murder charge was the last strike for me— your of age now I can’t get you outta this shit— so if you could just get a new identity and get the hell away from me id seriously appreciate it "

" daichi I "

" you don't say anything "

" your my — your my brother we’re suppose to be there for each other and you "

" i'm not your anything as of right now you prick " his voice was sharp and held meaning as he snapped at uou " not your brother — your friend — your back up call when you get into weird shit I — I wanted to be a nice police officer and move my way up to chief I wanted to have kids a — a family y/n " he scoffdd " not a shitty sibling who keeps using my job against me and has me pulling strings that shouldn't even exists "

" but "

" you see how I keep cutting you off it's because I don't want to hear you y/n — you annoy the fuck out of me so seriously " he moved his shoulder to glide through the doorframe and past you "just go do what you criminal assholes do and get a new identity and the fuck away from me as soon as possible I want nothing to do with you "

" sooooo thats how you ended up with me " the air in the new room shifted from confusing to happiness as the dual colored male in front of you screamed " THATS AWESOME YOU HAVE SUCH A BADASS BACK STORY "

He jumped up and covered his face dramatically before he spoke "twas a dark night when y/n changed their ways and gave birth to a criminal — a murdering criminal who came to the one and the only — bokuto koutaro the amazingily cool , strong , funny , king of connections — thus creating a beautiful friendship and a dark and powerful villian story "

He smiled at your beat and battered face youd received from your brother a day ago before he spoke again his hair drooping slightly " too much ? "

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