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scarsrealm · 6 months

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questionable actions. | re2 inaccurate, yandere, leon scott kennedy

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“STAY behind me.” Leon’s voice dripped with protection and care for you. You simply nodded at his orders, in fact, you were glad he was protecting you; especially in these conditions. But at the same time, his “protection” became odd. He would make sure you’re 100% safe by holding you close, a little too close. You understood he was just making sure you were okay but it came to a point where you felt a bit uncomfortable.

You were running through the police station, following Leon as he guided you both through the halls. The zombies were almost everywhere, you thought you had no chance of winning. You just wanted to be free and get the hell out of here. The zombies would lunge at you, you could hear their growls and groans. Of course, Leon would do what he always does. Protect you.

He would hold you close to him, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. The way he held you made your body feel tense, not being used to this sort of thing. His behavior was off-putting. You could feel his breath against your skin. His hands would touch your skin, making you flinch a bit. His lips were right next to your ear, whispering that he'll protect you. You were grateful for his kindness and help but you thought there had to be some sort of limit.

It was when things got worse that his protective nature became more... possessive?

"I'm not going anywhere without you," Leon said. “Leon, it’s fine, I’m a grown woman, I can handle a little—“

“No.” And that was it. The word was simple yet the way he said it made it clear that he wasn't budging on this. He didn’t want you going anywhere without him. He wanted you right by his side. He didn’t care if it was a small, harmless task. He didn’t want you leaving his side, no matter what.

Leon was a cop, so of course, his first priority was to keep you safe, but you thought he would've loosened up a bit when you tried telling him it's alright. But it was like he was stuck in this mindset.

There were times where you would go to get supplies, such as medkits, herbs, or any handgun ammo, and you would be fine on your own. That is, until Leon caught wind of you being away from him and he would come to you, scolding you for being alone.

"Y/n, I told you not to leave my side."

“Y/n, come on before you get hurt."

"You can’t keep just disappearing on me..."

He would constantly be on your tail, always looking for you. When you were with him, it was great! But whenever he wasn't near, or if he didn't know where you were, his behavior would become frantic and panicked.

And it was the worst when you tried defending yourself.

"Y/N!" He yelled, coming back to you after killing off a few zombies. "What are you doing!? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

You rolled your eyes, wiping off the sweat that was on your forehead. “Leon, im not completely helpless! I can handle myself!" You explained sternly. You didn't mean to get mad at him, but he needed to stop babying you.

"What? Are you serious?" He scoffed. "I don't want you risking your life like that. You could’ve gotten bit.”

You groaned. You didn’t want to argue, you were tired of it all. "Just stay behind me and let me take care of everything." He said, holding his gun in front of him. "Leon, im not a child, I can—"

"Just let me protect you."

"Why are you acting like this?" You questioned. You were getting a bit annoyed with his constant need to look after you.

"Because I'm the only one that can keep you safe.”

That sentence confirmed that something was wrong. You had no idea why he would say such a thing. You two just met, he doesn’t even know you that well, and yet he acts as if he had known you for years.

"Wha—?"

"Nothing. Just stay behind me and be quiet." He commanded.

This was crazy. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. What was his problem? You didn’t know. But there was a feeling deep down inside you, something that screamed to you that something was definitely not right with Leon.

But it was too late to ask questions. You were forced to be at his side.

Leon was so serious about you that he didn't even hesitate to kill. No matter what. Even if they looked like a normal human, he would pull the trigger. Anything that went towards you, he would take it down.

He was ruthless.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon scott kennedy #yandere #yandere leon kennedy #yandere Leon Scott Kennedy #re2r #resident evil 2 #re2 leon #yandere re2 Leon #mature #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy blurb #leon kennedy drabble

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 3 months

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Gibbs Knows Best

Gibbs x Reader One Shot

Prompt: Gibbs is over for a dinner date when your daughter gets into a car accident.

Notes: Just Gibbs being his usual protective self. Mentions of a panic attack.

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Running into the kitchen, you stopped the little cooking timer and put your oven mitts on to pull the delicious smelling salmon out of the oven. You threw a few spices on top and then got started on the mashed potatoes.

The dinner you were preparing was your idea since it was so hard to get Jethro available for longer than a day or so before he would get another case. It was only your 4th date but everything was going so well. Even your daughter was a fan and she hadn’t even met him yet.

You weren’t sure if he told his team about you but you had told your own coworkers plenty about him. The way he’s such a gentleman, always offering help or paying for everything every time you two went out as much as you would try to convince him otherwise.

You heard the front doorbell ring and went over to open it, seeing Jethro standing there in his work suit but holding a small bouquet of flowers.

“I picked these up on the way,” he offered with a small smile. You took them and let him in, letting him give you a small peck on the cheek.

“Smells great. Salmon?”

“Yeah. I was just about to make the mashed potatoes and the asparagus is keeping warm in the oven.”

He followed you into the kitchen and immediately took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves to continue where you left off as you looked for a vase.

“How was work?” you asked for small talk. He never went deep into conversation about his work but you’d thought it’d still be nice to ask.

“Alright. Got the bad guy.”

You filled the vase halfway with water and trimmed the stems before putting them in and setting it on your kitchen counter.

“That’s always a win.”

Your phone started ringing and your daughter’s Face ID popped up on the screen. She was suppose to be spending the night at a friend’s and you hoped everything was ok as you answered.

“Hey sweetie, what’s up?”

The sound of your daughter’s scared voice shot a jolt of fear through you.

“Are you alright? Where are you?”

Your frantic questions caught Jethro’s attention who stopped cooking to listen.

“Ok. I’ll be right there, don’t go anywhere,” you advised, hanging up the phone and turning the oven off.

“Everything alright?” Jethro asked.

“No. My daughter just got into a car accident. I have to go, I’m sorry.”

“Well let’s go,” he simply stated, turning the stove off and going over to put his jacket back on. You could’ve told him that you were fine and could go by yourself but decided to welcome his help as you both rushed out of the house, taking his car, red and blue lights flashing all the way there.

>>>>

As you rounded the corner, you could see half the street blocked off as fire engines and cop cars were parked in the middle. You saw two cars. One was smashed into a light pole and the other a few hundred feet away, visibly damaged.

Parking as close as you could, the both of you got out and made your way through the nosy crowd of onlookers, catching the attention of the officers.

“Please stay back with the rest of the crowd ma’am.”

Before you could protest, Jethro spoke for you.

“Special Agent Gibbs, let her through. Her daughter is one of the injured,” he ordered, flashing his badge. The officer nodded and stepped aside, allowing you to come through. You saw your daughter over on the sidewalk, talking with the EMT’s looking seemingly unharmed and called her name.

“Mom!” She ran over and you hugged her tight.

“Mom, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know he had been drinking so much! Sean..I don’t think he made it..”

She was crying hysterically and trying to catch her breath but failing. You knew a panic attack was coming on but there wasn’t much you could do. It was something she had struggled with ever since her father died 3 years ago.

“Honey, you gotta calm down.”

She shook her head, only crying harder. “It’s..my..fault..”

“No honey, it’s not. You can’t blame yourself for this.”

You were surprised when you saw Jethro walk over and take your place, putting his hands on her arms.

“Hey, I’m a friend of your moms. Let’s go over here,” he said, leading her a little further away from the crowd and accident. He then had her sit down on the grass, crouching down in front of her.

“Let’s get your breathing slowed down alright? I want you to take a big breath in for every 3 seconds ok? 1..2..3, big breath.”

He held onto her hands that were shaking and opened them up, keeping them from cramping while chanting his count.

“That’s it. 1..2..3..Now let’s take a big breath and hold it for a second before letting it out, alright?”

You watched the two of them counting and breathing together before eventually her breaths became slower as she calmed down. He continued massaging her hands, making her open and close them.

“Better? I know this was a lot to handle but your mom’s here and I’m here. You’re safe and that’s what matters.”

He gestured for you to come over and you sat down next to her, pulling her into your side, giving him a grateful look. He gave a small smile in return and stood up.

“I’m gonna go see what’s going on and see if we’re clear to take her home.”

You nodded and he left to speak with a few of the officers as your daughter stayed quiet, occasionally sniffling and taking in a deep breath.

>>>>

After a few questions answered, we were given the ok to leave. The drive home was silent except for the low music playing on the radio and Jethro’s hand never left yours.

Once home, you sent your daughter upstairs to take a shower and change as you and Jethro went into the kitchen. He pulled you in for a hug, allowing you to let out a shaky breath, while holding back tears.

“Thank you. For me and her. It usually takes forever for her to get out of an attack like that.”

“I’ve had a bit of experience with anxiety attacks in the past so I just did what usually helped me.”

You pulled back to look up at him and leaned in for a gentle kiss.

“This wasn’t how I wanted the two of you to meet.”

“Well we can try again tomorrow morning if you’d like,” he proposed.

“Are you suggesting you spend the night?”

Neither one of you had spend the night over at either one’s house yet but his question got your hopes up.

“Is that ok? I can sleep on the couch if you’d like-“

“No. I mean no I’m not gonna have you sleep on the couch. And of course you can spend the night.”

“Good. I’ll make the coffee, you make the eggs?”

“Deal.” You couldn’t hold back the grin and gave him another deep kiss.

#gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis #ncis fanfiction #agent gibbs #mark harmon

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comradekatara · 5 months

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if you had to give bolin a good personality/arc, what would it be? mako has (hardly touched) parallels as the repressed, protective older sibling. bolin, like katara, is the younger sib who wears their heart on their sleeve. but while she's a prodigy on top of being the last bender of her tribe, he has mediocre skill, and probably would get looked down upon as a mixed earthbender in neocolonial republic city. but instead he's just written in cringy ships that are esp hard to watch

this is a great question. the thing about bolin is, he’s actually a pretty talented earthbender. obviously not toph level, but you know, good enough to be a pro athlete, and to lavabend! the problem with bolin isn’t that he’s untalented per se, it’s that he’s stupid. katara may be naive, but she’s still incredibly smart, witty, and practical. no one in atla is straight up dumb tbh (even zuko has his moments). but plenty of characters in lok are dumb and serve no narrative purpose other to be annoying UHH I MEAN “”funny”” . bolin was actually fine at first. in the first couple episodes, he’s confident, outgoing, and optimistic, but he’s also grounded and has at least one brain cell. then i guess they decided they wanted bolin and mako to fight over korra but for mako to “win” korra in the end, and so they had to nerf (or perhaps lobotomize) him. which makes perfect sense, of course. it’s clear from then on that the show never really has any idea of what to do with him, which is a problem with pretty much every facet of lok.

bolin reaches his peak of character usefulness in the book 3 subplot wherein he and mako get stranded in the lower ring and run into their extended family. this is a very good mini-arc and exactly what i wish we had seen from mako and bolin throughout the entire show. i don’t care about their misguided career choices (apart from insofar as it is informed by their trauma), i care about their roles as they problematize the neoliberal fantasy lok largely uncritically glamorizes. not saying that all my favorite children’s cartoons need to be marxist propaganda (although……… im not NOT saying that), but their entire backstory conflicts w the ideologies being presented in the show, and they’re ostensibly main characters!!! so where is that tension???? why are we focalizing capitalists and nepobabies (sorry tenzin i forgot ur not actually defined by ur famous parents) when mako and bolin are supposed to be significant players?? and not just in a “oh teenage boy romantic drama” or “wacky buddy cop sideplot” way. in a “how do they reflect the themes” way.

i don’t really know what exactly i’d do with bolin if i rewrote lok right now (because i tend to forget he exists tbh), but i do know that he NEEDS to have more depth, nuance, and like… a modicum of intelligence. the class, racial, familial, and romantic aspects of his character would need to be teased out more and actually cohere. he would need to have feelings that aren’t simply played for laughs, and his role in the narrative would have to be more than simply being the show’s little jangling jester. maybe some people enjoy the “dumb comic relief” archetype (and if anyone says “but what about sokka? you like sokka” i will find where you sleep) but he literally has no depth. and what’s the point of a PRIMARY CHARACTER who serves no thematic function. his function is mainly to be proximate to mako, and of course to annoy the viewer with his wacky subplots. also i guess to introduce the avatar world to red pandas, but again, that first happens before they nerfed him, so im not even gonna count it as a positive. actually you know what? since the beginning of writing this paragraph ive given it some thought and decided that bolin should’ve been a communist revolutionary 👍🏼

#surelyjtemple #asks #bolin #lok crit #the last sentence is a joke if you disagree and dead serious if you agree. btw

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barb-l · 6 months

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Isn't a writer question but was curious; How does wenclair different from other ships you've enjoyed?

Is it solely due to having been a lifelong Wednesday Addams fan, or is it specifically the Netflix's Addams world that you find intriguing?

I ask mainly because I recall you once saying that your wenclair comics--specifically the Next Gen Au I believe--are written and made with a lot of intention in regards to dialog and the discussions had between characters.

Is this due to a greater insight into the characters or simply a mark of growth in writing comprehension?

I like to think I put as much thought in all ships I've been hyperfixated on tbh. Wenclair isn't even the one I've been obsessed with the longest. So far it's actually Trimberly, for which and I was hyperfixated with for like 3 years.

But yeah ok I get ur point lol The intensity this time feels different, I suppose.

I think it's a mix of both being a long time Wednesday Addams fan and how cute of a ship Wenclair is both in concept and the canon execution of their dynamics.

As some of you are aware, I've been a fan of The Addams for a while now. All incarnations of them are great in their own way, but one of the many reasons why the animated 2019 movie is my favorite is because it didn't give Wednesday a bland ass male love interest. I don't think the B/W series did it(because Wed was like six in that) but the 90's movies, musical, and netflix series for some reason found it necessary to give Wednesday male love interests so painfully boring and i hate it. This isn't even about making Wednesday attracted to boys. I personally headcanon her bi, as the ol' stereotype that all grumpy/angsty female characters must be lesbian isn't my cup of tea, and also because I like to think all Addamses just don't give a shit about gender when it comes to romance. I woulda been fine with her getting a boyfriend so long as they're not boring af and goddddd canon incarnations still haven't delivered. Joel was sweet but he was too much of a wimp, not even Gomez is that pathetic. Lucas' thing with Wednesday was just portrayed in such an icky way in the musical that I couldn't finish watching by the time their sexually charged duet came on, and don't even get me started on the boys Netflix gave her. I expected better of Gough and Millar...(unless the blandness was on purpose like it was with Lana Lang--)

Anyways, because of all said canon love interests, I've been desperate for Wednesday to have a love interest that is both not painfully het or boring for once. Crossover shipping with Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice the Musical was fun but was ultimately a very niche fandom. I could only draw and write for an audience of twenty or so people for so long. Parker from the animated movie would've been great, but the cop out with her mom dating Fester just made it too weird for me to be fully on board with the ship.

So when Enid Sinclair was introduced as a character I was absolutely ecstatic. On paper alone she already seemed great. She has a very distinct appearance (even if her "design" was inspired by Harlequin and it shows) that goes so well when she stands next to Wednesday, whether it's in the actual show, fan arts, or even in official merch. Her being Wednesday's complete opposite in so many ways makes her being paired with Wednesday so dang interesting too.

And I don't just mean aesthetic or personality wise. I'm talking about how one of Wednesday's struggle stems from having too much smothering love from her family as someone who gets overwhelmed too easily, and Enid's loneliness and insecurity coming from her own family's lack of love and attention where it matters most. Or how Wednesday's just girl who, deep inside worries about being an actual cruel monster like the very bigots she hates, while Enid is a supposed beast who resents herself for only being a scared little girl. Even the fact that Wednesday is an older sister to a soft-hearted younger brother while Enid is the youngest daughter to a bunch of rough-housing older brothers feels very on purpose.

Everything about Enid feels deliberate. Like she IS supposed to be paired with Wednesday, platonically or romantically. She's the best person to stand beside Wednesday as a character because they have enough differences and similarities to have interesting conflicts but also significant character growths sparked by each other. She's not bland or boring like the canon love interests because even without her attachment to Wednesday, Enid is still such a compelling character. The mere fact that she's as popular as she is despite an eight-episode series being her debut in a franchise that's been iconic to generations is already pretty amazing, and only a character as impressive deserves to smooch somebody as iconic as Wednesday Addams.

And their on screen chemistry is just *chef's kiss*

#asks #wenclair #wednesday netflix #the way i wax poetic about this show you think it's a masterpiece #lmfaooo #god istg if wenclair were on purpose it'd be the best love story ever #but alas

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supervillain-smut · 1 month

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Anatomy Part 2: Connor

Part 1 Markus

Connor was attempting to act like your hand down his pants wasn’t affecting him, and he was doing well, really, he was. Hank was reading a magazine peacefully in the front seat of the car, meanwhile, you and Connor had been relegated to the back seat because ‘kids sit in the back seat, and I’m the oldest!’. It was the perfect opportunity to test Connor’s willpower. You slowly traced the edges where you could feel his sensor pad. Cyberlife clearly hadn’t planned on their little cop bot getting busy due to his lack of genitalia, but that was just fine; made misbehaving more discreet. His LED remained a perfect blue, with no yellow to be seen; perfectly calm. You, however, had a perfect view of the oh-so-subtle flickering it did whenever Connor was hiding his emotions.

Connor gave you a side-eye warning glare, but you pretended not to see it, opting to creep just a little closer to the center of his touchpad. That got a reaction as Connor attempted to shift his hips away from your touch; you knew despite your teasing he was into this; you’d made a subtle but clear signal when Connor didn’t want to partake in your particular brand of mischief; two fingers, like checking a pulse, against your arm, followed by two firm taps. His hands stayed on his lap, tightly gripping his pants as his jaw clenched. His LED began to flicker properly now, and you could see the smallest sliver of yellow bleeding into the blue.

“So, what do you guys think about this... Deviant stuff?” Thankfully, Hank didn’t bother turning to face you as he spoke, not even looking at you at all.

“I...” Connor stumbled over his words at first, flustered by the sudden question. “I have no comment, Lieutenant. My function is simply to find and detain them.” Hank scoffed at Connor’s words. “And you?”

“I think it’s best I didn’t discuss political matters while at work, with all due respect.” Hank stared at the page before shrugging. “Fair enough.”

You peeked over Hank’s shoulder at the GPS, then at Connor’s LED; you were nearing the Eden club, and Connor was just approaching the point of no return; ending it now would be merciful, but you’d have to work to get him off before you arrived. You doubled your efforts, skipping the teasing and finding the center before moving in fast, short strokes. Connor’s LED immediately switched to a flickering yellow, and his breath hitched. You watched as his LED let more and more red bleed into the yellow, and worried you’d end up being cruel leaving him like this if you couldn’t make him cum before you got there.

“Connor now is not the time to be holding back, unless you want to try to function with your brain all foggy and unfocused. Now let go but stay quiet. You can do it.” You whispered so lowly only Connor could hear it as you properly cupped him, using your thumb to swipe up and down at your previous pace. Connor’s jaw hung open as his eyebrows furrowed and his LED swiftly began to turn red. The car made a sudden swerve to avoid another car, and Connor grabbed your arm to halt your movements as he came, doing his best to calm his breathing before Hank noticed something was off.

“Jesus fuck, fucking idiots! These things drive themselves you know! You kids alright back there? Connor?” You had managed to get your hand out of Connor’s pants and fix them up just in time as Hank swiveled around to face you.

“I-I’m fine, Lieutenant. Just a little startled, I was... zoned out, when it happened.” Connor cleared his throat and fixed his tie. “Yeah. Well, you do that a lot. Anyways, we’re here. Come on.” As you made your way into the club, you were suddenly grabbed and pulled back by Hank. “Seriously, though, stop fucking your boy-toy android.”

#connor rk800 #connor dbh #dbh connot #detroit become human #smut

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cupoftaae · 1 year

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Could you do one where y/n is walking to home alone at night and is scared of someone and calls tae or somethingg ? :)) I love the Forever and a Day series!

Hello angel! sorry for the delay in post, been busy offline but im gonna get through my requests now, thank you for reading and loving the series! <3

No warnings, enjoy!!

"why are we getting dessert at 1am?"....."why not?" KTH DRABBLE

"Hi sweetheart, are you just getting out?" Taehyung sat up in bed, phone up to his ear as he picked up your call.

"Hi baby, yeah.." you exhale, walking out of your building and walking to go catch the train home to your apartment.

The past few weeks youve been working as an assistant dance instructor at a fine arts school. You loved teaching and dancing everyday, but some nights were long, and you couldnt let the students leave unless their choreography was perfect.

"How was work then?" he asked, feeling more awake

"well...we finished the main choreo which is actually really good considering we just started teaching it last saturday. I think they are catching onto it now....but we still had to stay late and do costumes and what not..."

"busy, busy girl" he chuckled softly, fidgeting with his shirt as he heard the tiredness in your voice.

"yeah you got that right" you sigh and walk over to cross the street, eyeing the boarding platform for the train. "I'll be home soon, okay?"

"ok my love..."

"do you want me to pick up anything? Im at the train but I can stop quickly at the 24 hour market and bu-"

"hello!"

You stopped talking to your boyfriend as you heard a voice appear behind you. You turned to meet eyes with a much taller man wearing a grey hoodie and baggy navy blue sweatpants. He could have been anywhere between 30-40 years old.

"Uhm-..hi?" you smiled quickly, confused. You hadnt seen anyone around when you first arrived.

"whos there with you?" taehyung listens in to the unfamiliar voice

"hang on, tae" you mumble, putting the phone down as the man steps a bit closer.

"you look very pretty!" the older man spoke calmly, making you cringe. He smelled of cigarettes and booze.

"oh...thanks, im not interested in anything...im sorry. Just waiting to catch the train" you nod and point at the empty tracks in front of you, putting the phone back up to your ear as you turn

"baby whos that?" taehyung frowned, turning down the tv so he could listen more closely.

"I dont know...im at the train and some guy is just trying to talk to me" you whisper through gritted teeth.

"what??" he panics

"how old are you?" the guy asks, now closer to you than before.

"sir...im a little uncomfy with you being so close, I am just trying to get home to my boyfriend, its very late." you try to speak without your voice shaking.

"ah come on...dont be like that, im sure he wont mind if your home a little later. why dont we go have a little fun?" he mumbled

you felt your heart sink to your stomach as you immediately backed up. you wish you hadn't left your stupid pepper spray at home.

"Y/N?" tae called out, but your phone was by your side as you looked back at him. "please.....just go away" you try again

He simply laughed and continued to step closer before a cop that mustve been nearby came up behind him, grabbing his attention.

"hello sir, mind if I ask why you are out here this late?"

He scoffed, shrugging dramatically.

The cop continued to press questions as you quickly made a gesture of appreciation and fled without him noticing you.

You ran off the platform and back into the parking lot of some random store, picking up the phone to see tae was still on the line.

"taehyung??"

"Y/N, what happened? whats going on??" his voice was fast, concerned.

"I- I dont know, i ran away but some guy was near me asking me questions and I just- the cop came by but im afraid to go to the train again...im just-"

"where are you right now?" he stopped you

you turn around to see the 7/11 type market before you, "Im by the convenient store on 11th street..."

"okay stay there, go inside if you can...im coming to get you okay?"

"okay..." you breathe out and sit on the curb right next to the front door, still shaking a bit as your eyes nervously peered around the street, cars passing every now and then.

Taehyung grabbed his keys and was gone within the next 5 minutes, his own nervousness getting to him. He drove to you, keeping you on the line to speak.

"what did he look like?"

"tae i dont know, he was just older...creepy. smelled awful."

"im so sorry that this happened, are you okay?"

"im fine...im just scared now" you laugh breathily.

"im almost there, ok?"

"mhm"

your feet swung against the concrete parking lot before you saw the familiar headlights of your boyfriend pulling in. you waved to grab his attention, him parking the car close to you.

He got out and hugged you, swaying lightly. "its okay"

you give him a squeeze, "im sorry you had to come all the way over here so late.."

"shh dont apologize, you should always keep this with you though" he grabbed the pepper spray you left at home, shoving it into your backpack as you laughed.

"but its pinkkkk" you whined

"so?"

"what guy is gonna be afraid of some pink pepper spray?"

"hey, pepper spray is pepper spray, you just have the bedazzled version. You spray and slay" he shrugged, making you cringe audibly.

"never fucking say that again" you laugh, pointing in his face as he holds your hand in his, beginning his walk to the markets front door.

"why are we going in here?" you ask

"mine as well" he smiled and opened the door, walking in and eyeing the people- free isles.

You followed him as he darted to the back of the building, lifting up the glass case and picking up 2 vanilla ice creams, then going to grab 2 iced coffees.

"whats all this?"

"dessert" he looked back and winked jokingly as he made his way to ring up the items.

You scoffed and stood behind him as he paid, "And why are we getting dessert at 1am?"

"why not" he chuckled and handed you the ice cream and coffee

"valid point" you giggle, "thank you"

He kissed your forehead and led you back out to the car, getting in and enjoying your late night snack.

"so you said the cop stopped him?"

you nodded, licking your cone and looking out the window. "He reeked of alcohol so I doubt it was because he was stalking some young girl....wonder if he was even arrested" you scoff

He hummed, pondering in thought.

The car went quiet for a moment

"do you think hes in the back seat?" tae suddenly spoke, side eyeing you.

"Tae!!!" you shout, playfully smacking his arm as he defensively raised his hands

"sorry, sorry!"

"one more word and im pepper spraying you"

#taehyung #kim taehyung bts #kim taehyung series #kim taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung #taehyung drabble #taehyung fluff #taehyung fanfic #tae #tae fic #tae drabble #tae x reader #tae fluff #tae smut #bts fanfic #bts taehyung #taehyung bts #bts

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final-girl96 · 7 months

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Broken World: Chapter Two

2007

"Ya fuckin' kidding me?" I let out a long sigh as I looked at Daryl. I had graduated college with a bachelor's in criminal justice and then went straight to the police academy and now I'm a cop. My hope was to become a detective and I've been trying to prove myself to the chief. That meant I needed to bring Merle Dixon in for questioning.

"I have to bring him in for questioning, Daryl. He's a suspect in a murder case! I can't just let him go because he's my best friend's brother!" I stood in front of him, hands on my hips. "I ain't tellin' ya where he is," he said, going to slam the door. I stopped it with my boot and pushed it open. "I'm going to need to look around," I said. "Ya got a warrant?" He asked, and I shook my head. "Then get the fuck outta here!"

"Daryl, come on. I need to do my job. I don't want to have to go back to the chief and tell him we need to get a warrant. Please, just let me look around. This makes you look like you have something to hide, Daryl. I convinced my Chief to let me come here alone. Please just let me in so he doesn't send someone else out." He looked down at where my hand rested over my gun. It was simply a habit now, that's all it was.

"You gonna shoot me if I don't?" He asked. I looked at him in disbelief. How could he ask me something like that? I dropped my arms to my sides and looked him in the eye. "No, Daryl, I'm not going to shoot you. And the fact that you even asked me that fucking hurts. You've been a real fucking asshole to me for the past three years." He didn't answer me. Hell, he couldn't even look at me. "Fine. Guess I'll just tell the Chief he'll need to send someone else out with a warrant. Great fucking talking."

I turned around and walked to my squad car. I flinched a little when I heard him slam the door behind me. He's acted like an asshole towards me since I told him I was going to the police academy right after I graduated college. I know the Dixons hate cops. Of course they do, both Will and Merle were constantly in and out of jail. Will usually got a night, sometimes two after being picked up from the bar.

Merle was always more than that, like drugs. He also liked to get into a lot of fights. When I found out he was a suspect in a murder related to drugs, no surprise there, but I was shocked. Merle is an asshole. He's racist, thinks women are an object, he always makes disgusting comments towards women, fuck he's done it to me. But if someone asked if I think he could be capable of killing someone, the answer would be no.

I walked back into the station and straight to the Chief's office and knocked on the open door. He looked up at the paperwork in front of him. "Come in." I walked in and stood in front of his desk. "Did you search the place?" He asked. I shook my head, "No, sir. Daryl wouldn't let me in. Said we would need to come back with a warrant." He let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry, sir." He shook his head, "no need to be sorry. You tried. That's all that matters."

After work, I went straight home. I lived in a small one bedroom apartment in town, above the bar of all places. Charlotte, the bartender and owner of the bar, insisted that I rent the apartment after I moved out of my dad's. There were only a few regulars downstairs sitting at the bar, so it wasn't loud, but it would be in a few hours. I set my belt down on my dresser, and just as I was pulling my shirt out of my pants and unbuttoning it, there was a knock on my door.

I walked towards the door while still unbuttoning my shirt. Another knock came this time louder and harder. "Alright! I'm coming, holy fuck!" I looked through the peephole to see Daryl standing outside. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and opened the door. "The fuck is wrong with you!" I was taken back at him yelling at me as soon as I opened the door. "Excuse me?"

"Merle was arrested!" He yelled, pointing a finger in my face. I swatted his hand away and glared at him. "First off, lower your goddamn voice. Secondly, I have nothing to do with that. As you can see…" I gestured down to myself. "I just got home. He ran and hid. That made him look suspicious, Daryl. He knew the guy who was murdered. He was only wanted for questioning at first until he ran, then it turned into him being a suspect. Don't blame me for your brother's stupidity."

"He didn't do anything! Merle wouldn't kill anyone, and you know it!" Still with the yelling. "If you're going to yell, at least come inside. Either that or get the fuck off my doorstep," I said. "Fuck you! Fucking pig!" He turned, walked down the hall to the stairs, and disappeared. That's just great. I took a shaky breath and closed my door. Losing my best friend over and over again was starting to really fucking sucks.

I pulled my shirt off, walked back to my room, and threw it on the dresser. I was not looking forward to going to work tomorrow. I needed to get the fuck out of this small ass town. Maybe move to the city. Not like anyone would notice that I was gone. I need to put an application into Atlanta PD. New job. New apartment. New life. New start.

I took my hair out and stripped the rest of my clothes off, then got in the shower. The hot water was a welcoming feeling. It felt amazing on my sore and aching muscles. My mind just kept going back to Daryl, and how pissed he is at me. How much he hates me now. I finished up, got up, and dressed, then decided to head downstairs to the bar and have a drink or five. I guess we'll see.

I sat at the bar nursing a beer trying to ignore Clyde and his horrible flirting. The man was old enough to be my father and was one of the town drunks besides Will. Clyde was the nice drunk who flirted with any woman he could. "Clyde, leave the poor girl alone before she arrests you and throws you in jail." Charlotte placed another beer in front of him, and he took it, got up, and walked away. "How ya doin, sugar?"

"Well, my father doesn't talk to me because his wife has always hated me. My best friend called me a pig and hates me now, too. So I'm doing fucking great!" I said. She put a shot glass in front of me and filled it with whiskey. As soon as she was done I picked it up and knocked it back. "I think I'm gonna move to Atlanta."

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blushyeleven · 7 months

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Tickletober - DAY 17

Interrogation

Characters: lee!enid, ler!wednesday

warnings: tickles

𝑵𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅

As the Sunday morning sun arose over nevermore, wednesday was already up. Sighing and huffing while rummaging through her very limited wardrobe to find her jumper. Most specifically, her black and white striped jumper. But after searching everywhere and in her wardrobe countless of times she came to the conclusion that it wasn’t just lost. It was taken. And who else would have gone through all the effort to go through her wardrobe to take her jumper other then her former roommate.. and girlfriend. Enid Sinclair.

She grumbled before looking at the were-wolf girl. Who was completely oblivious to the ordeal as she had her headphones blasting her favourite songs. Normally she would blast them through her speakers.. but after doing that once. She learnt never to do it again. “Enid” the goth called out as she began to walk closer to the girl who was cluelessly sat on her eye-sore, vibrant bed. “Enid.” Wednesday called out again, this time a little louder so her voice was heard over her girlfriends music. “Hm? You okay wens?” The werewolf asked, taking of her headphones before placing them beside her and taking a look at the very.. unimpressed Wednesday Addams.

“Where’s my jumper?” The goth asked flatly, obviously knowing the girl took it. “I don’t know, your wardrobe?” Enid giggled as Wednesdays face didn’t budge past her cold and unamused expression. “I’ve checked there several times and yet it’s no where to be seen. Just give it back enid.” Wednesday sighed and her girlfriend just quirked a brow at her. “I don’t know what to tell you, I don’t have it” she shrugged as the goth began to grow even more impatient after seeing enids false act of innocence.

“Fine, Well do this the hard way.” The raven scoffed, marching over to her side of the dorm to grab a notebook and pen before walking back to enid, sitting on her bed. “At 9:36am, what we’re you doing?” Wednesday asked, taking of the top of her pen lid. Enid just giggled at her girlfriend. She was really holding an interrogation all for a missing jumper? “Well i was sat here listening to music” enid answered as Wednesday began to take notes. “Okay, when was the last time you had seen this jumper?” The goth asked, her eyes staring into enids. Her gaze was cold and serious. “Isn’t that a question you need to ask yourself?” The wolf snickered but Wednesday wasn’t finding this amusing. She just sat there in silence still staring at her girlfriend, waiting for an answer. “Okay fine, well I last saw it when you were wearing it.. so.. last week?” Wednesday rolled her eyes and started scribbling her black inked pen on her notebook.

“So.. If this dorm only consists of me and you.. and I know for a fact I always leave my clothes in my OWN wardrobe.. how did my jumper spontaneously combust?” Wednesdays tone and demeanour was suppose to be intimidating, like she was playing bad cop. A way that she used to get information out of people. “I don’t know, maybe it grew two legs and ran away?” Enid snickered again, clearing finding this situation extremely amusing and ridiculous, whereas wednesday was still not impressed.

As Wednesday was still writing on her notepad she began speaking to herself as she wrote messily “subject seems to be denying all wrong doing, leaving me with only one option to try and find out the truth..” as the girl finished her sentence she looked at her girlfriend, her expression.. unreadable.. while enid furrowed her eyebrows at the raven. “Enid, are you familiar with how I get information out of people?” The blonde just simply shook her head, slightly nervous with what Wednesday was about to tell her. “Well.. usually I tie them up and use a variety of.. methods to get them to talk. But that doesn’t seem appropriate for you.. so I’ve come to a conclusion that this will just have to do” and with the last few words Wednesday crawled ontop of Enids waist as the poor girl was unable to move from there. Trapped under the weight from her girlfriend. And without letting the wolf reply Wednesday immediately shook her fingers into the girls side.

“eek- wehehednesdahayyyy?!” Enid squealed out of surprise before she was met with a load of her own girlish giggles. “Soon enough you’ll be telling me everything I need to hear” Wednesday remarked, seeming very smug with a slightly up-curve to one side of her lips. Forming an evil smirk to a-pear. She started shaking her hands a little more aggressively, her black painted fingernails sending vibrations coursing through the girls body. Making her react with heaps of endless, childish giggles and snickers, mixed with a few squeaks. “Eheheheheh! Thihis ihis soho stuhupiddd!” Enid tried to protest but it was already to late, wednesday wanted her jumper and she wanted it now. “Maybe, but if it’s what I have to do to get you to spill, then I will” Wednesday spoke with a flustering tone, her natural monotone voice has a slight edge of playfulness to it as she continued to torment the poor wolf.

Her hands then found themselves located onto enids stomach, swiftly and aggressively clawing at the sensitive spot. Earning a mirror-shattering shriek from the blonde as her laughter rose a few decibels and became more frantic. “AHAHALL THIHIS FOHOR A JUHUMPER?” Enid cried out, kicking her legs around and wiggling as much as she could. Looking like a fish out of water. “Yes. And I will get it back, I have all day to tickle you until you tell me. And it wont be long until you eventually crack.” Wednesday sounded sadistic, it was like a sick and twisted game she was playing with her girlfriend except it was just all fun. Plus, it’s not like enid was completely hating it. It’s not like she wasn’t use to being the victim of tickle attacks seeming as she grew up with a whole pack of older brothers. But over the years she had grown to enjoy it more, viewing it as just harmless fun and easy laughs.

“And I mean.. for something that people usually consider as torture and unbearable.. you seem to be enjoying it” the goth observed, watching her girlfriends cheeks fade into a crimson red at the pigtailed girls theory. “NOHOHOO!” She shrieked and continued to laugh to her heart content. “Are you sure? Your making it very obvious..” enids blush only intensified as Wednesdays fingers then scurried to the girls ribs. Tapping and wiggling her fingers directly into them and occasionally hitting the spaces in between. “EHEHEH NAHAHAH!! STAAHAHAHPP!” The werewolf didnt Even put up a fight, letting her own arms flail about but never actually trying to push at her girlfriends. “You know how to make it stop enid, just give me my jumper back and this will all be over” Wednesdays tone never became any less teasing as she continued to smirk down at the blonde.

“I DOHOHONT HAHAHE YOHOUR JUMPER!” Enid was practically screaming at the pitch her laughter was forming as she continued to squirm and wiggle out of instinct. “Oh but you do” Wednesdays stated, her smirk growing as her hands came crashing down onto a new area, targeting her armpits this time. Eagerly scratching at her hollows as the wolf howled with even more laughter. “WEHEHEDNEHESDAHAY! PLEHEHEHEASEEE!” It was clear that the blonde was becoming desperate as her barked out laughter became more breathy and her eyes became glassy.

“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHAY! I TOHOOK YOHOUR JUHUMPER JUHUST STAHAHAPPP!!” Enid shrieked out and as she wished for, it suddenly all stopped. Wednesday let out a satisfied smirk as enid was trying to regain her breath, gasping for air.

“I’ll be taking this back” Wednesday spoke out before enid even had an opportunity to say anything else, wednesday reached over behind enids head to the girls pillow and tugged lightly on the black woolly thing sticking out from it. Only to reveal her missing jumper. Enids eyes widened as she looked away, clearly being to flustered as she then came to her own realisation that wednesday knew it was there this whole time.

Wednesday mused at the slight twinge of embarrassment on her girlfriends face “I saw it while I was integrating you” the goth admitted before smugly grinning. “Then why did you bother with tickling me?!” The wolf whined, her face returning to that dusky shade of pink. “Oh, I just wanted a reason to torment you.. but it seemed like you had more fun then being tortured.. so I guess that works to” the pigtailed girl snickered before climbing off of the blondes waist

“Oh and after I wear it today.. you can keep it.. you could have just asked”

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oddeyevibes · 9 months

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Chapter 11: Y/N Hargreeves Robs A Bank

Summary

As the title says.

Warnings? Click Here!

A/N: Is there a such thing as Burlesque performer to bank robber pipeline???

South Dallas Bank.

That was the target you set for yourself. It was close by to where you initially landed and with the money you'd get, all you had to do was lay low and then whenever the cops loosen up their search, you would take that opportunity to high tail it either out of Dallas or out of Texas all together for a bit.

Regardless of what the early 60s didn't have, you still needed to do this right. No room for error.

First thing's first: you needed to find somewhere to lay low. You couldn't really run around with a bunch of cash.

So you found a motel. Room was pretty cheap, running about 11 bucks. So between the meal you got and that, you REALLY needed this plan to work.

Luckily, the guy that owned the place didn't ask questions. Seemingly only wanted to be left alone to watch his new TV and only be disturbed when it was for emergencies.

"Perfectly fine with me." You told him with a smile.

He didn't flash one back.

Next on the agenda: a disguise.

Now this was the first ACTUAL act of thievery. You simply found some poor dude's long coat and hat that was hanging out to dry. At another house, someone carelessly left their door unlocked, so you stole their shades and scarf.

Thus giving you a nice classic femme fatale looking disguise.

You had everything you needed. Now, it was time to act. It all needed to go off without a hitch.

And it did.

Because no one was prepared for what happened that day.

——✨——

It was a little on the hotter side for everyone in the bank looking to make deposits and withdrawals. And it seemed like the bank's central AC wasn't working well as everyone was fanning themselves in intervals. All of them desperate to make this day go by smoothly so they can get into places that HAD their ACs working today.

Even the security was halfway out of it due to the heat. This was the perfect time to strike.

All of the careful planning and still: you wanted to make it a show.

So you busted through the doors like a cowboy making his entrance into a saloon. And just like those movies, everyone stopped what they were doing to look at you.

You had only one thought on your mind when you woke up today and chose mild violence.

You were going to more akin to a gentlemen thief.

Sure this current approach was a bit rough but you didn't really have time for patience and calling cards. Plus, you were trying to make this a one time thing.

Surely, you'll find something to keep you afloat afterwards. Something..."legit".

"Ladies, gentlewoman, and everyone secretly in between, this bank is now being robbed! Now you will have to bare with me because while this isn't my first experience with a bank robbery, this is the first time I've been on the robbing side and if you all cooperate, everyone can go home relatively unscathed."

There was a long pause before a few people started giggling...rude. One of the senior tellers caught the attention of one of the guards, who pretty much tuned you out. With a condescending snap of his fingers, the teller instructed the guard to throw you out as everyone else proceeded to get back to what they were doing.

The guard sighed. Groggily getting up from his sit to begin walking over to you.

You smirked. "I was hoping something like this would happen. Allow me to show you how series this is."

You snapped for your fingers pointing in the direction of the security guard. The speed of a bright white light zooting past at a high speed caught everyone's attention as you went from the entrance doors to right behind the guard.

Screams erupted from a few of the women in the room. Just as you had hoped, fear and curiosity kept everyone in place. This was a time before you and the others existed. There were no marketable supplements to talk about your power. There was no way for any of these people to know what else you could do.

In their minds, if you could get from point A to point B with the quickness of a flash on a camera then what else could you do?

You wrapped an arm around the neck of the guard, applying a pressure that lowkey put the fear of god of him because he was a burly man with a 60s mindset. No woman, no matter her size, should be able to render him useless.

But this was the case. You were more experienced in a fight, you had to be. You knew exactly what to do to break down an opponent that would use their body as their biggest strength.

Everyone looked on in horror as the guard's flailing arms did nothing to aid him and he slowly loss consciousness and fell to the reflective marble floor.

You made a display of dusting your hands off before putting your hands on your hips and looking at the senior teller who gawked at you in fear and a little bit of offense which was funny.

"Anyone else you want me to choke out or do you want to take me to the money? Because frankly that took a lot out of me and if I have to fight some more..." you trailed off as you slowly raised your hands and began emitting soft white glows. "it's gonna get very bloody and I think so many people wanna go today."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a few people glance at the door.

"And anyone who decides to leave, just know that I DO have the means to find you and even if you go to the cops, they won't protect you...from me."

You had roughly placed your hand on the back of the unconscious guard's chair. This time, the glow of your hand burned bright and when you lifted it, everyone shared a series of audible shocks at the sight of a piece of the chair being burnt to the point of almost melting.

"Now imagine that...but its your face." You spoke with an unsettling cheerfulness.

Then you strode over to the senior teller's window, casually leaning on the counter with a teasing knock on the window and sweetly sickening smirk. "So...about that cash..."

——✨——

To say everyone was still frozen in fear by the time you waltzed out with two duffle bags filled with money and comedically, the straps were on your arms in the same way shopping bags would be positioned on the arms of happy shopping valley girl.

You had made a nice showing of your power which resulted in no one calling the police until AFTER you were gone. Of course, the police didn't believe them until they saw some of the security footage and they couldn't even believe their eyes so much that they never realized that they really didn't get a good look at you. Neither did any of the people in the building at the time.

The fear and curiosity you had banked on literally came in clutch for baby's very first bank robbery.

You laid low for a few days before you decided to leave Dallas, sure that the cops has lessened their search because they really didn't want to think about what to do with someone that could burn things to that degree with their hands.

You did surprise yourself though.

As you were listening to the newscast and icing your hands. You had the thought of "why didn't I think of burning things sooner" because...yeah why wouldn't someone who's power is light based be able to burn something.

It's not like your light powers were some heaven sent thing...probably.

You would mark this down for later. Not that you were planning on doing this again...YOU WEREN'T. This money was just what you needed to get on your feet.

This was a one...time...thing.

#ben hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #ben hargreeves x you #flourescent fic

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terrence-silver · 2 years

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Since you have done posts before about what TIG's characters would be like as yanderes, what would Cash be like as one?

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Cash the stalker. Cash the observer. Cash the eavesdropper. Cash the dirty cop turned career criminal extortionist on the downlow for an extra profit. He undoubtedly knows about you far before you ever know about him, you see. Might've spotted you somewhere, someplace, out in public, minding your own business, literally in the most mundane of places doing the most mundane of day to day tasks and simply put, the encounter (one sided as it was) was fascinating for him enough to have him start regularly watching you to kill time. It is the randomness of the decision that is daunting. Work. Coming back from work. You taking out the trash. Grocery shopping. When the light in your windows clicks on. When it clicks off. There is always a car parked on a corner of a dark street not far from where you live and he watches from dusk till dawn. By the time you're out and about, Cash has long since drove away.

You're none the wiser, of course.

There is almost a certain passivity to his pathological stalking --- at least at first. It could literally drag out for months with him never acting on it. It becomes routine for him. Habitual. A hobby, if you will, which in line with all the other things he does might come off as pretty harmless. Well, somewhat --- only comparatively. More so if he indulges in some good, old abuse of power and simply parks his police car on the street. An officer minding his business, on the job. Carry on. Nothing to see here. Coffee breaks with his elbow slung through the open window. He watches. The radio station buzzing with suspicious activity a few blocks away. He watches. His partner, Dave, being on the seat next to him and chances are, Cash still, to an extent, watches for your backyard, your drive-through, your lawn, your windows and your front door, waiting for you to walk through it, never really interacting with you significantly beyond that.

He feels he acquires all the knowledge he needs just fine as is.

Starts becoming a little less passive when he begins looking into information on you, basic folders and files in the station archives and anything and everything confidential he can scope out on you. Old ID photos. Driver's licence documentation. Intel on anyone and everyone close to you. Your very blood type, if at all possible. Thing is, he hoards everything he finds, discovers and uncovers, no matter how fascinating or wholly ordinary like it is the most precious gem in the world. Isn't entirely out of the question that during his excursions conveniently patrolling your street corner, he wont snap shots and the occasional sneaky picture or twenty five he keeps for his private collection, regardless how quick, hasty or blurry the quality ends up being --- he almost likes them more for their natural spontaneity. Caught at your most unaware. His apartment is undoubtedly riddled with the stuff.

Tapped phones while you're away from your home?

Installed hidden cameras?

Additional ways he can have you close?

Covertly rummaging through your home?

Stealing the occasional item as a keepsake?

Stopping you on the street while he's on duty to ask something random, as a conversation starter, anything at all, made up or real, purely to hear you speak to him. Interact with him, thinking he's a stranger. The quiet neighbourhood officer. Never realizing you're actually talking to your secret admirer who has been making himself more than familiar with your own bubble and life. Of course, this serves as a prelude to scope the place and surrounding area out and tactically decide when and how would be the best way to break in. Have himself a little home invasion. Funny how he does this to other people for the blackmail money, but with you? Beloved sunshine. Oh, entirely for the pleasure of it. In fact, if Cash could be the one paying for the satisfaction of holding you hostage, he gladly would. Having observed your routine, comings and goings throughout many long months of dedication, Cash dons his mask, his gloves and he goes in for the kill when he knows for a fact you'll have your guard down, at your most vulnerable.

Naturally, this is a labour of love.

You'd struggle, you'd kick, scream, but eventually, you'd subside.

And he'd keep you prisoner for as long as it takes for you to soften.

When the neighbours call the police reporting a disturbance, suspicious activity and noise...well, how frightening would it be if either him or his partner came to inspect a disturbance they themselves were behind?

#cash #black friday #the kidnapping #the kidnapping 2007 #the kidnapping black friday #cash x reader #cash x beloved #tw; abuse of power #tw; corrupt police officer

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rutschsblog · 1 year

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until i found you

CHAPTER ONE: “just stay”

pairings: bruce wayne x female!oc

warnings: kissing, cussing, guns, arguing?

addie put a stray hair behind her ear as she walked through the halls of her empty home. when her father told her that her former boyfriend would be coming home for a bit she decided to come home from work early to see him. bruce wayne, her childhood best friend and the love of her life. they grew up under the same roof, her father being alfred the wayne’s longtime assistant. they started dating at the age of 16 but they broke up when bruce left for princeton two years later.

“hey dad, do you know when bruce will be here?” addie asked as she saw her father at the end of the long hallway.

“soon dear, within the hour.” he responded as he wiped dust off of an empty counter. addie’s anxiety and insecurity rose as she looked at herself in the cracked mirror at the end of the hall. she ran her hands through her freshly curled hair and ran her hands over her new dress.

“do i look dumb? like i’m putting in too much effort?” she questioned as she fixed her dress.

“of course not, you look lovely. he’ll be glad to see you.” alfred responded as he placed a kiss to his daughters cheek. she smiled in response. the doorbell rung causing addies breath to catch in the back of her throat. alfred quickly walked down the hall to get bruce who’d just arrived. out of pure fear addie ran into her bedroom practically slamming the door behind her.

she cursed to herself as she cringed at the loud sound her door made. she could hear the sounds of bruce and alfred’s voices as they made their way up the stairs and into the hall.

“hey adds, you in there?” bruce questioned as he knocked on her bedroom door. she opened the door in response, he was wearing a sweater with a blue collar shirt beneath it. he didn’t look too different since the last time she saw him, just shy of a year before. his hair was shorter than she remembered, he must’ve gotten it cut while he was away. she smiled at him and pulled him into the hug. he held her tight as they embraced eachother.

“how’ve you been? how’s school?” addie asked as she pulled away.

“good, but i’m not going back,” he responded as he sat his luggage on the ground beside him.

“why?”

“they don’t want me there anymore, but i’m glad that i decided to visit,”

“so am i. is there anything i could do to stop you from going to the hearing?” she asked as she looked at him with concern.

“someone at this proceeding should stand for my parents,” he said as he fidgeted with his fingers.

“brucie it’s just going to be more stress for yourself, you-”

“you shouldn’t be worrying about me, i’m fine, enough about me. how are you?” bruce asked, annunciating the word “you”.

“i’m fine, officer gordon offered me a job at the office as an assistant. where i basically follow cops around and get them whatever they need. it’s been going good so far, i really like gordon,”

“he’s great, i’m glad you’ve found something here addie i really am,”

“you could find something here too. just stay,” addie pleaded as she inched closer to bruce, gently placing her arms around his hips. he slowly moved his head closer to hers, their foreheads resting on one another.

“we’re gonna be late to the hearing,” bruce announced as he pulled away. addie just nodded, a feeling a little bit embarrassed at her attempts to rekindle things with her former boyfriend.

addie watched as the killer of bruce’s parents stood up, she felt bruce tense from beside her. she placed her hand on his thigh to soothe him, he placed his hand on top of hers. she didn’t pay any attention to the words that came out of Chill’s mouth, the only thing that she felt was anger.

“I gather there is a member of the Wayne family here today. Has he got anything to say?” The judge announced as he looked at Bruce. He cleared his throat and stood up. Addie watched as everyone in the room stared holes into Bruce’s head. He just simply walked away, Addie was quick to follow behind him. He ran out of the main area of the building and around the corner.

“hey! wait a sec-”

“addie just go, please i need you to go!” he pleaded, she could hear the emotion that he was trying to hide in his voice.

“i’ll be in the-" she was interrupted by hundreds of voices, questions being asked. she watched as reporters and policemen flood the room. bruce slowly walked toward the killer, several of the reporters calling our names. a blonde woman ran up to the man,

“joe! hey joe! falcon says hi.” the gunshot rang throughout the room as all of the policemen pushed her onto the ground. addie looked away, unable to watch the scene. she placed her hand on bruce’s shoulder.

“we should leave, we don’t need to see this,”

“i do.” bruce said coldly as he didn’t take his eyes off of the dying man on the floor less than 20 feet away from him. tears flooded addie’s eyes as she watched the man twitch and scream on the ground, the bullet didn’t kill him yet.

“Falcone paid the judge off, just to get Chill out in the open,” addie scoffed as she drove down the busy streets of Gotham.

“maybe i should be thanking them, my parents deserved justice,”

“but that’s not justice, that’s revenge and that’s not the same. that’s why we have an impartial system,” addie responded, trying to state her point without coming off as argumentative.

“your systems broken,” bruce responded. that set off something inside of addie, causing her to swerve off of the main road and down into an alley.

“falcone is making more joe chills, someone else’s parents are getting shot everyday. thanking falcone would be stupid, because he’s destroying everything that your parents stood for, now you wanna thank him for that? here you go,” she announced as she stopped at an old bar. that’s the bar where falcone has been staying, she went on to explain that no one will ever touch him. because he keeps the bad people rich and the good people scared.

“i’m not one of your good people addie,”

“what’re you talking about?” addie asked as she looked at bruce, worry etched in her features.

“all these years i wanted to kill him. now i cant,” he said as he pulled a gun out from his sleeve. addie’s breath caught in the back of her throat, she felt sick. she looked at the gun, she noticed the sweat that was dripping down it from bruce’s anxiety. she was furious, how could he become this person? without thinking she grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and punched him square in the nose. he groaned as he grabbed his nose, blood slowly pouring out from it.

“get the hell out of my car,” addie cursed as she shoved him into the car door. he looked at her with no emotion whatsoever. he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. addie watched as he walked away from the car and out of sight. she held her face in her hands as she sobbed, cursing herself for hitting him, for not understanding, for not being more patient.

#christian bale oneshot #christian bale #batman #bale bruce wayne oneshot #bruce wayne #fanfic #christopher nolan #gotham #jim gordon #the dark knight #batman begins #the dark knight rises #alfred pennyworth #x oc #bruce wayne x oc

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1-21-25 for uh Guild Wars? or whatever you want

You know what yeah let's be violent about my beloved game. Oh okay this was a lot more than I expected uh lets put that under the cut

1. The character everyone gets wrong

You think I'd say my precious baby boy BUT its Caithe. She's an incredibly interesting character who is denied the actual on screen depth and arcs she needs. It's an interesting case where the people who hate her are missing the points and the people who stan her talk like she's actually given an arc instead of simply plopped into the story with a "she's better now." The key example being the fact that she doesn't show up in s4 until THE END OF EPISODE FOUR??? That's hardly her fault cause for whatever reason THATS when she's allowed to actually give a fuck about the daughter she loves so much that the moment that daughter cared about the fact that WE WERE BEING MURDERED she ignored Aurene for fuck knows how long?? And then admitting that is enough for them to ignore the psychic connection Aurene canonically has with the Commander so they can just. Set Caithe to post therapy with no real story. The people who hate her act like she's personally the cause of every single problem in the game and that setting her on fire and replacing her with a man will fix everything. Meanwhile the people who stan her claim her story was sooooo good and 100% justified and didn't fuck with things or have problems. She's a brilliant concept that post HoT is executed in a parking lot. And while her parts in EoD are perfectly fine and logical it's just...ugh. She's barely there and exists purely to limit Aurene's screentime with the Commander. Which sucks cause I love both of them.

21. Part of canon you think is overhyped

All of EoD. I am going to pick at a certain part, actually. Rama as a character and especially the entire story with the cop father he has was TRASH. Not as in it's a bad idea but in that it's so terribly done. The lack of build up, the fact that it's the ONLY RATIONAL PERSON WITH A PROBLEM WITH JOON'S MONOPOLY OF TECH who turns out to be King Fascist, the way they just don't explore Li's whole being Kurzick like Rama (or at least I think that's what was being implied? It was literally just Rama saying his Secret Name in front of us and then not addressing it). It all goes nowhere and means very little beyond the strike mission. Like no we aren't going to explore this corruption of the cops, we aren't going to discuss why the society of Cantha would cultivate a minority joining a supremacist group, and we're ESPECIALLY not going to explore Rama's feelings about it for longer than a minute or two. Didn't you know his entire story is that he has a crush on a cop? Don't ask for depth, don't ask why the only people who have an issue with forest polluting tech monopolies are fascists and ecofascists, and don't ask us to give Rama lines that aren't mcu zingers. Take what you get and go make really fucking questionable jokes mocking his hat without expecting more of the expac that brutally murdered Icebrood Saga and gave us CHAMPIONS.

Not too fond, really.

Also the beast races but that's not really controversial to say it's just true. But I hate the Kodan, Grawl, and Centaurs especially. Whoever wrote their parts in s2 and s3 should be hit with a bat and robbed.

25. Common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

This one I'm actually having trouble with rn. The obvious answer is character hate and, no, I don't mean character criticism. I mean things like 'i hate Trahearne cause he sucks his voice is annoying and he's overhyped' and the many, many death wishes. This feels like a cop out but I barely scroll the tag anymore cause the game is in a weird space in my heart so I only really engage with it as I see fit for myself. Which is mostly nostalgia tinted thoughts about past seasons and expacs but hey. Better than being a rage filled ball of spite and bad faith readings like I've been in the past with things I've fallen out of love with.

I'd also say I got tired of the weird relationship gw2 has with strikes and raids both from newbies AND vets alike? This game kinda sucks at making the endgame accessible for everyone and I'm vividly aware of that but vets complain that it's stale while gatekeeping to the point of intimidation and newbies all sit and stare at the training LFG without doing anything like these groups are a match made in hell and if anet just learned how to make something like the ff14 duty finder it'd probably be a lot easier but that would require work and admitting that having some kind of role system would make class and party designs easier.

#girlbob.txt #anonymous #gw2 #hi i like this game i promise #it's really cool and fun and also [eldritch screaming]

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bored. here are some opinions ppl on tumblr give a shit about

shipping: i'm not a cop but i will give you shit and not want to hang around you if you ship incest or adults with children. same with certain other ships like shipping a bigot with someone they're bigoted towards. ships where one of the characters turns 18 during the course of the story (i.e. light x l, narumayo) or the characters being related is a spoiler (i.e. cassandra x rapunzel, reylo) is fine but you're on thin ice.

literally any lgbt identity shit: i do wonder if we're falling back into microidentity shit from 2014 but just a bit more edgy about it especially considering society's gotten more anti-lgbt lately. it's a little individualist but western society is also individualist so i can't fully complain. i think solidarity is really important though so take some time to REALLY reflect upon that. not just "we're all lgbt we're a family" "let's stop fighting and start making out" like actually think about what you share with like. gay men, trans women, etc. <- examples for me

cringe culture: still alive to me if they're normie cringe. i watch baby shows i can call you cringe if you're obsessed with sonic. get into a more esoteric furry game like detective gallo (not the right genre i dont play video games).

sex/kink positivity: sex and kink are kind of inherently neutral. don't act like they're a unstoppable force of universal good don't act like they're pure evil. something to be said about getting off to something and being normal vs googling the bomb that kills all women.

mental health: psychiatry is fucking barbaric we're still in the dark ages. we have a very limited array of ways to actually deal with it and everything else is either a scam or too experimental and clinicians are unwilling to look further into it. mental health systems do serve those and power and can help you if you're a normie, but it's sort of becoming worshipped as the new family. you can't really question your therapist, which makes it easier to hurt you. that's also why i don't like seeing anything as a universal good.

misusing mental illness terminology: people act like this is an act of ableism instead of it being people not knowing shit fuck about psychology. XD idc if you do it.

punitive justice: world's most useless thing. you need to admit that you're a vengeful soul who simply doesn't want to see the people who hurt you again. idk how a restorative system would work in full, but starting from there i think is a good idea.

punitive justice but strictly stupid revenge schemes: funny. i'll allow them

callout posts: straight up ocd triggering and i could never make one. a lot of them are shit that shouldn't be public internet drama (stupid) or shit that shouldn't be public internet drama (actual fucking crimes). callouts are def a weird line when it comes to punitive justice because is it a punishment to tell everyone what you've done? it's like are rumors a punishment for being too close to someone in middle school? but at the same time it's undeniable there's a certain morality culture that causes people to leave you for dead about it.

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Bello Licentiae Chapter 16: Magnum's Grand Opus

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tw: cops, guns, gang involvement, child abuse mentions And so the Shie Hassaiki raid begins. Check out the spider's lil adventure in Memoirs Mori Chapter 3 :) Originally this was combined with the next chapter, but then I saw it was over 7K words. Next chapter is still about 4K but would be hard to break up more. 'text' JSL Text thoughts

Patrol was quiet that evening, mostly keeping up appearances of nothing changing while checking in with contacts. Tuesday night after patrol, Akira and Kirishima trudged back into the dorms after parting ways with Amajiki. Akira cocked their head in surprise to see Koji on the couch instead of an insomniac and motioned for Kirishima to go on.

' How are you holding up? ' Akira asked gently as they settled on the couch next to him.

Koji glanced up, only seeming to notice them as they started signing. He shrugged as confusion tugged down at his lips. Koji looked around and waited for Kirishima to go up in the elevator before signing, ' Did you know the League was getting involved? '

Akira started to reply but felt their phone vibrate and snorted at the picture of a little spider nestled against Dabi's arm in his sleeve. Returning their attention to Koji, who was now openly confused, they nodded. ' They became aware of Eri's situation and decided teaming up with a couple heroes would be worth getting her out. It's only a temporary alliance, but they can sympathize with her pain almost as much as I can. '

' Why did they kidnap you and Murder God then? ' Koji asked gently but firmly.

'They thought they were saving us from people who didn't understand,' Akira clarified, 'giving us an opportunity to be free from the constraints and oppression of current hero society. Most villains aren't monsters, they're people who were beat down by society and decided to revolt instead of try reform again. We're not the first generation to think we can change society from the inside, and we won't be the last. Most burn out or die too quickly to make a difference, so villainy and vigilantism are statistically better for making a difference.'

Koji peered at them with a questioning gaze for a moment before his expression softened. ' You were at that point, weren't you? '

Akira chuckled dryly, ' I still haven't technically walked away from that line. Wildfire will reach out to someone when your buddy is ready for pickup. If you need to leave at some point to translate, I'll cover for you with Mad Banquet. '

Sure enough, the next morning Koji wasn't in class, and a message in the Mad Banquet group chat simply said work study came up. Akira reassured the others that he'd be fine and confirmed Aizawa was aware. Not even an hour into first period, everyone on the mission checked their phone to find the raid briefing scheduled for the next morning at five.

Akira made a new group chat with their teammates for the espionage exercise and added double-end encryption and identity verification as recommended in the pamphlet.

Mortis : everyone should turn on blackout screen

it keeps people from reading over your shoulder

Can't Stop Twinkling : done, mon ami

Tailman : done

Siren : already had it, but good idea

Mortis : has everyone reviewed the exercises?

Tailman : how are we supposed to tail him when he has an

intel quirk?

Siren : Mortis and I can move almost silently, although they're

better at it. Twinkling can be damn sneaky when he wants to be

You're probably the most exposed

Mortis : I agree. Also, the classification is Thinker/Changer

We can use other teams to disguise our movements

but Tailman is going to be the most difficult to hide

Tailman : There's a stationary position, right? I could try that

Can't Stop Twinkling : that would be best, I think

' How are your teams going? ' Akira asked as they set their phone on the grass next to them. ' I do feel a little bad for teams and solos where one or more are on work study at a time. '

"We're not sure what to do right now," Shoto admitted reluctantly. "It will be hard to do any of the maneuvers with Jiro as our target."

Hitoshi and Akira winced sympathetically. "Might not want to say the name of your target when they have a Thinker quirk," Hitoshi warned in a low voice.

Fumikage looked up from his lunch with a curious glint in his eye. "Perhaps the dark ones will work together. They might be more inclined if they hear us doing so."

Akira hid a chuckle in their next mouthful as Dark Shadow mimed the words behind Fumikage. He scowled and looked back at the shadow bird, who just warble laughed.

' Dark Shadow, what's got your spirits up today? ' Akira let a smile slip onto their face.

"I'm sharing the sky!" Dark Shadow buzzed, vibrating in excitement. "One day, little Fumi and I will take you flying! And then you can see what I've been showing him!"

Fumikage's feathers fluffed at his companion's eagerness, but he nodded more reservedly. "We would be honored to take you flying once we have the stamina for it."

As the rest of Mad Banquet continued chatting, Akira started tracking a shrike that didn't quite seem to have a normal flight pattern. Squinting against the harsh sunlight, they could just make out something attached to its ankle and... Clever , they smirked and waited till it was facing away before turning to the group again, Fumikage watching them curiously. ' Does anyone know who has Animal Whisper as a target? '

The others shook their heads, but Fumikage's gaze immediately darted upwards. He smirked slightly as he saw the shrike and shook his head as well. "Clever move, using animals in his absence."

Akira nodded and quickly signed ' warp ' before starting to follow the bird under the cover of invisibility. There weren't any rules against helping the other teams, although with how competitive their classmates were, Akira wouldn't be surprised if most of the others didn't think about it.

They followed the shrike for a few minutes before it dove to catch a worm, and the note around its ankle was gone. Curiosity piqued, Akira crept closer to the small garden set into one of the half walls and caught a glimpse of a paper and harshly severed twine under a bush. They quickly snapped a picture with their flash off and made their way back to Mad Banquet.

Better for them to think the hiding spot isn't compromised than to intercept an early piece of information, Akira reasoned. Taking a 50/50 shot, they texted Katsuki asking if he wanted intel and what he'd be willing to trade for it. Akira made it back just as the first bell rang and had their clone stand up so they could easily walk into its place. They still warped again and had their new clone mostly fluidly walk with the group while they watched the trees. After a few minutes, no one emerged, so they padded back, glad their muscle memory was mostly accurate as they saw their clone sitting at their desk.

Easily replacing the clone, Akira noticed Shoji's backward-facing eye twitch at the slight visual disturbance. They just continued as if they were there the whole time, not even acknowledging the watchful eye as the class settled in for Ethics with Aizawa. Akira did catch a few more spiders than usual in the room, most of them sitting in webs but a couple clung to the underside of desks. They weren't as concerned with being identified as someone for the solos to monitor since they should be monitored regardless because of their quirk.

Akira fought to restrain an amused smirk at the pieces of paper floating close to the ground that almost seemed magnetized to Aizawa. At least we're not going up against 1-B directly . Aizawa followed their gaze briefly but continued his lesson, slipping the papers underfoot with practiced ease. As they headed to their cases for Heroics, Akira warped, tucking back into their chair and checking the desks for taped objects and loose papers. Under Ida's, they did feel a slip of paper so ducked underneath to check, opening it just enough to catch a time and place. Quickly taking a picture, they sent it to their group chat and slipped out the back door. They sprinted as fast as they dared while moving quietly to catch up before the locker rooms, just barely slipping into place before their time was up.

There's gotta be a way to time it warping . Their time limit plateaued at ten minutes once they could maintain their weight. The only extension they could maybe see was through clones warping, but even that was limited.

They went over basic tailing strategies and the rule of three with Aizawa taking point and All Might supporting for obvious reasons. Most of the period was quirkless training to build up their skills, but they were allowed for the last fifteen minutes. As they cooled down, Katsuki stormed up and practically slapped a note in their free hand. Akira raised an eyebrow slightly but continued, tucking it into their wrist knife sheath until they were confident there wouldn't be eyes around.

Akira slipped into the bathroom before weapons training to check the note, smirking slightly at the offer of sharing information freely between the two teams. They flushed the note and brushed against Katsuki's right arm as they passed to get to Mad Banquet in acceptance. Akira tried to keep a closer eye on Snipe to see if he was one of the teacher contacts, but they had to devote most of their focus to firing their gun. Even the small caliber one they were trying out had an odd feel to it, and the recoil was not helpful for their arthritis. Still, it was important to have options and know how to safely handle a variety of weapons in case of emergencies.

Once the class got back to the dorms, Akira sent Katsuki the picture of Koji's message and created a group chat for the two teams.

reaper named group chat Jisquad

reaper : [message.jpeg]

Watched a shrike deliberately drop this off

broccoli : Isn't this cheating?

mudergod : it's not against the rules, nerd

reaper : agencies often work together

should be fine

pinkqueen : so Thinker quirks. Crazy how they all ended up on the

villains side.

blank : yeah, the odds were not in our favor this round

sero : duuude was that a Hunger Games reference?

blank : ...what?

reaper : Katniss Everdeen? Revolution against a government

that forces children to fight to the death until one is left?

blank : I thought Katniss was a superhero archer?

pinkqueen : it's a nickname that's a reference to the series

just... *sigh*

anyways... are we gonna talk about how ████ is controlling

birds from a distance now??

Wait why did that get censored?

reaper : sparkles set it so all target names are auto-redacted in our chats

that way if they get access, there's nothing directly tying us to a specific one

The next morning, everyone on the Hassaiki case was up early, nursing coffee and smoothies while they anxiously waited for Aizawa. The underground hero would be driving them to the Nighteye agency in a van to avoid the scrutiny of early morning commuters and potential yakuza contacts. The mood was somber with a small spark of hope hanging in the air as they made the two-hour drive. Akira pulled out their phone as it vibrated and smiled slightly at the news the League had a potential lead on the Doctor's whereabouts. Dabi and Twice would still be at the compound, but Kurogiri would no longer be their primary exit.

The briefing was about what they were expecting, a frontal assault with whoever could push through doing so with a priority on getting to Eri before Overhaul could get her out. They had a good idea of the tunnels leading out of the base from small critters Anima was able to sneak in, so police by the outlets would also be ready to engage if necessary.

Thanks to a yakuza member buying a toy for Eri, they were also aware of the sequence needed to open the passage to the underground tunnels. To Mortis' surprise, Deku nervously stood up to present his analysis of the Overhaul and the Eight Bullets with an encouraging nod from Eraser. The breakdown of possible trigger enhancements and weaknesses startled a number of the pros, to which Mortis had to keep themself from looking smug.

' If I may, ' Mortis interjected as Deku started to sit. Sir Nighteye motioned for them to continue. ' Based on scar and quirk use analysis, he is either on the cusp of or currently capable of merging two entities. From his mysophobia, we have low confidence he will do so to himself unless he is truly desperate. If he gets to that point, keep him away from physical contact with people when at all possible. '

"Why haven't we heard of someone like that before?" Rock Lock recoiled.

' This type of quirk is exceptionally rare in the first place and getting to that level of mastery takes many years. He's already demonstrated extraordinary talent, but his age is why I hesitate to say he is currently capable of it, ' Mortis explained.

After sorting out a couple more logistics, the heroes and police made their way to the exit. Trophaeum sidled up to Mortis, who raised a brow at the proximity. "It's been a while, Mortis. How are you?" she asked with forced cheer.

Mortis slightly shook their head at Eraser and Fat Gum as they started to make their way back over. ' I'm fine. Ready to free this kid, ' they signed carefully. ' And you? '

"I'll be glad when this is over," Trophaeum plastered a fake smile on her face.

Mortis side eyed her for a moment, taking in the lingering confusion and hint of a bruise peeking out of her costume underneath her hair. ' See you on the other side, ' they settled on before making their way back to Fat Gum. It burned that the best thing they could do for her right now was stay away.

As a couple detectives handed out lists of Shie Hassaiki members and quirks for easy reference, Red Riot turned to Suneater. "Things are moving fast now, huh?" he grinned.

"You're energetic for how early this is..." Suneater grimaced while making final checks on his costume.

"All the pros are so calm... Is it 'cause they're all used to this?" Red Riot widely gestured, but Mortis picked up on the fidgeting and beads of sweat.

Mortis briefly placed a grounding hand on his arm as Deku wondered where Gran Torino was. Sir Nighteye and one of the detectives filled him in on the League moving, and Mortis subtly looked to Eraser. After a moment, he met their gaze and glanced over to Sir Nighteye. He inclined his head slightly, knowing what they were talking about.

"Maybe we can catch the Shie Hassaiki and League of Villains all at once!" Red Riot perked up with Deku.

Everyone finally gathered at the compound gates, Fat Gum handed a swordfish treat to Suneater and double-checked Mortis had enough in their pouches and pockets. Mortis ducked their head as a small smile slipped onto their face at his worrying.

Just as one of the detectives pressed the buzzer, Katsukame burst through the front gates. Three capture weapons shot out, pulling police out of the way as Mortis warped out of the hulking figure's path. Katsukame flexed to throw a punch, but Ryukyu shifted into her dragon form in time for only air pressure to blow past. "Ryukyu Agency will take care of him," she called out with a death grip on the man's back. "The rest of you go now, while you have the chance!"

Mortis jumped down inside the compound as three members closed in on the entrance. "Hey, what's a kid doing here?"

Ruin Blaster using environment . Mortis darted forward, warping next to the Blaster as he sent out the leaves and throwing him to the ground with their capture weapon before dancing back. The front runners surged to meet them, Mr. Brave and Kesagiriman stopping to restrain the three while the rest continued. As they reached the threshold of the steps, a mass of people burst into the courtyard from the smaller buildings, filling the area and keeping many of the heroes back. Mortis warped to just inside the main door, clone quickly dispelled by a stray elbow and fell back in line with Fat Gum and Sir Nighteye pushing through. Rock Lock, Eraser, and a few police made it through as well.

"They haven't done anything suspicious yet!" Fat Gum glared over his shoulder as they ran.

"I'm getting kind of worried, man," Rock Lock admitted, "We have no choice but to keep going now that we've started, though."

"They're probably underground getting ready to hide or flee right now," Eraser grunted.

Sir Nighteye stopped on a dime by a fluid flower arrangement, moving the vase and pressing a few boards as he muttered about his foresight. The hidden door open, Bubble Girl and Centipeder quickly engaged the goons, buying the rest time.

Quickly hitting a dead end, the rest of the heroes stopped a couple meters short as Mortis charged up to it with Le Million. Mortis went to knock on the concrete out of habit but felt a slight pull from the other side.

"It's just been blocked off by a wall," Le Million called out as Mortis looked curiously at it. "But it's a pretty thick wall."

Mortis snapped back to the situation and clarified, ' About two meters. This could be Overhaul or Mimic's potential response to trigger like Deku mentioned. ' The seams would be in the surrounding metal, so there were no obvious signs of Overhaul.

"It's like he's telling us he'll be in trouble if we go this way," Deku muttered before snapping his head up. "If this is Mimic, he might still be controlling the area. Everyone be careful!"

Red Riot and Deku easily broke through the wall as Mortis and Le Million swiftly moved to the side. As the group charged down the hallway, the surrounding metal groaned and warped. Shit, that's definitely Mimic . Eraser clarified his ineffectiveness without seeing a body, and Mortis glanced to Suneater worriedly as he started to mutter self-deprecatingly.

"Tamaki!" Mirio placed a firm hand on his shoulder as Mortis started to stumble towards the teen. "That's not going to happen. You're the Suneater! Besides, this is just the stopgap. No matter how much they try to warp the path, so long as we know the direction of our goal, I can get there!"

Steeling their resolve, Mortis surged forward with Le Million and said through their earpiece, "I can keep up. Better with two." The rolling hallway wasn't dissimilar to the nausea they felt when they warped while in motion, so the small adjustments to stay upright weren't entirely new to them. Mortis swallowed their uncertainty and forced themself to follow their gut as they listened to the pull on the other side of the next wall, warping the full three meters just in case as Le Million looked to them in surprise.

With a thumbs up, the pair pushed on despite the worried calls. "Mortis, be care-" Fat Gum's voice cut out as they passed through another wall, but Mortis felt their confidence surge at the warning.

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