#do tasers use batteries

[snixkers]

Lost & Found

Pairing: Spencer Reid × GN!Reader

Angst

For: Anonymous Request

Summary: After receiving notes from an unknown sender, you realize that your stalker is closer than you thought.

Content Warning: Abduction, stalking, restraints, canon compliant violence

Author's Note: Did my best! Anon wanted a PLL storyline, so I tried to incorporate that as best as I could.

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN

It had been a week since the flowers had shown up on your doorstep with a note from ‘A’. You were certainly confused. You’d never dated anyone with a name that had an A, and none of your friends were confessing to it, so you were sure it was probably a fluke on the part of the delivery man.

Until it happened again. You were sitting at your desk when you got a call from an unknown number. You picked up, assuming it was a spam or a butt dial, when the voice spoke up.

How was work today?

The words sent a chill down your spine. Once could be written off as a mistake, but two times was enough to confirm what you were worried about. You had a stalker. Before you could reply, the caller hung up, leaving you dumbfounded at your desk.

You told the team, and they all did their best, but there wasn’t much even Garcia could do. The call had been traced to a payphone, and the flowers were paid for in cash. On the security cameras, the man was wearing enough to obscure any details that would have been important for identification. He was good.

The next couple weeks, you resigned yourself to just putting up with it. You carried pepper spray, tasers, anything you could. Your commute was now carpooling, and you used the buddy system to the best of your ability. But one day, the batteries in your smoke detector went out, meaning you were officially going insane from the noise.

You slipped into some sneakers to head to the convenience store down the street, grabbing your keys and phone.The streets were dark, with the occasional car passing by. You made your way inside and searched for the batteries before finally coming across a pack of AAs. The man standing at the register watched you come up, scan your items, and swipe your card. As you picked the package up, you noticed his nametag: Alex.

Oh, shit.

Something hit the back of your head and you passed out cold.

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The team had been searching for you relentlessly, calling in every favor possible. They tracked your credit card to the corner store, where they watched the cashier come up behind you and take you out. They found out he didn’t even work there, but they were able to track his car to a man named Alex Pinof.

The team pulled up outside his house, guns raised and ready to go. Derek kicked the door down and they swarmed the building, clearing the rooms. They found you in the basement, bound and gagged but otherwise unharmed. Hotch went to arrest Alex while Emily untied you, leading you out of the basement and up to the main floor.

Spencer pulled you into a tight hug and you returned the favor, gripping him as tight as possible.

“I was scared you weren’t going to find me.”

He shook his head, burying his face in the top of your head and giving it a small kiss.

“I’ll always find you.”

[thr0wnawayy]

So I was looking at the 'Get It Done Chargebolt' Fight and realized how bullshit it is.

Your telling me the MLA. A militia ideological group with numerous connections, a major one being Denerat (A Tech Company!) cannot give one of it's higher ranking members anything more than a taser!

(god, this is so forced.)

His quirk (Ampivolt) seems to work by taking electricity from any source and releasing it back out from his body, much stronger than it once was. (No, I did not read the wiki when writing this)

His body acts like a power amplifier, taking the watts absorbed and imparting some of it's own energy into it before sending it back out.

In a fair scenario (not manipulated by Hori and his bullshit), our elektromaniac here should have won out.

So, in a bid to do the MLA one better, I present to you my own contraption:

(Not my best. I made it on my cell while on the move, also yes that's the Denerat logo)

I've effectively strapped a car battery to this guy's back.

It's outer chasis made of a lightweight non conductive mesh, as to not drag him down. The battery stays locked inside, needing to be opened to charge beforehand.

The gloves are attached to gold wires to ensure maximum output and lifespan (as gold doesn't tarnish) and are wrapped in a sturdy carbon mesh. The gloves themselves act as tasers for both long ranged and short ranged attacks, having holes in the front and back to allow for combos and continous fire.

You may point to the Tesla coils that sit on either the sides of the battery's chasis and wonder what their purpose is?

Simple, destruction. They also ensure that the battery doesn't overload.

When the battery has reached it's max capacity, it will send some of that energy to the coils and these in turn transfer it to the single spike located at the end of each coil.

The spike on the end acts as a reverse lightning rod. sending the excess electricity outwards in a devastating attack that destroys anything in it's path.

Both coils are positioned outwards as to not harm the user as well as to ensure the electricity does not arch between the coils.

The battery then uses advanced tech in it's chasis to reabsorb some of the linering electricity floating in the air and recycles it back into the battery.

I don't show it here but the backside (facing the users back) of the chassis is a very plush material, as to not leave the user in discomfort. It is also where the straps are hidden.

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Test Drive (Or Denki's cooked, literally)

Ok we have the equipment, we have the MLA soldier. Now what?.

Well we speculate of course!

We know from OFA and the USJ Nomu that absorption and accumulation quirks usually have some upper limit.

We've also seen Denki fall victim to his own quirk numerous times (and quite severely at that), so it's not much of a stretch to say he could be burned by his own quirk.

Let's say Denki gets hit with Count Shock-ula while he's wearing the battery.

Above is the amount of electricity he normally expells when using his taser. Even now it could probably cause severe nerve damage or even death.

To save on length, we already know this man is a trained soldier, likely has been his whole life.

Given this, his fighting prowess and strategic mind should lend to him getting the upper hand in his fight with Denki, one of 1A's lowest ranking students in both academic and physical.

He hits Denki with a clean shot, maintaining a constant transfer of energy.

Even even as his muscles spasm and clench, Denki thinks he has the upper hand as does Jirou.

But now the battery is there providing a constant supply of electricity and Denki can only keep up so much, as Shock-ula's quirk does it's magic and increases the output.

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Exposition Time:

Presuming that Denki's stockpile is located at his center of gravity, we can say that the focal point of the overload will start here.

The inside of human bodies typically sit at an average of 98.0 Fahrenheit or 36.64 Celsius, about the same as a 50w light bulb.

The maximum amount of heat a human can take before they begins to burn is around 140°F (60°C).

The human body temp can flare up to as high as 106°F (41°C) when in extremely stressful situations (though this is more in the regards of certain anxiety disorders)

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As Denki's stockpile begins reaching it's limits, he begins to stress slightly. He can begin to feel the effects of his body temperature climbing and his growing panick isn't helping.

Jirou may try and interfere, but is either hit when the tesla coils expell the excess energy being absorbed or she is unable to approach all together as electrical currents surround the two electricity weilders.

Either way this only contributes to Denki's stress. He begins feeling the heat build in his abdomen, just above his bellybutton. Soon his insides feels like the inside of a hotspring.

Any attempts to sweat are foiled by his own electricity's heat evaporating it as soon as it forms on his skin. His body has no real way to cool down.

The MLA member may feel guilt in killing a child, but chooses to look at the bigger picture and what's at stake if he fails. He tries not to dwell too hard.

A long, aching moment passes by.

Denki is actually burning now, his intellect increases with each passing second and with it comes the ability to truly comprehend the situation he is in.

Trapped.

Denki's blood feels like it's boiling as he struggles to shut his eyes, fearing they may melt out of their sockets. His head is pounding and his stomach is rolling with intense nausea, a sign of severe heatstroke.

Yet the heat continues.

Blood vessels burst in his nose, lungs and eyes as the heart goes overtime, the kidneys have long stopped functioning and by this point Denki can't even think coherently.

A few moments later.

His organs and muscle fibers are now becoming covered with burn scars, he can smell himself burning and is finally then that Denki passes out. Perhaps for the last time.

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So, pretty grim huh.

Had MHA been darker (and more thematically consistent) this could have been a possible scenario.

It really makes you wonder what the fuck the heroes were thinking sending teenagers to fight in an active war zone.

Really makes me question the competency of both UA and 1A's respective parents because lord almighty...

Sending them to raid the base of the biggest crime organization in the country is already bad, as mentioned in my Jaku Disaster Post, not knowing what your doing is even worse.

This isn't the first time we've seen this either, remember the Shie Hisakai?

Yeah they pulled that shit too, despite knowing the entire base was a death trap but I'll leave that dissection for later posting.

It's not just Midnight who could have died, we could have been looking at roughly 10-13 members of 1A being dead (Not counting Bakugo) and that's just off the top of my head.

You know if Hori wanted to add shock value, rather than pulling shit out of thin air he could've just tossed some excess weight by utilizing his threats properly.

Really his over reliance on surface level "shock"* value in the later seasons, doesn't exactly put me in high hopes that his horror Manga will do well.

(*Retconning Rei's family, AFO's constant returns, Stars and Stripes, The Mech suit, Vestiges, etc etc)

If Hori wants to write horror, he needs to reapproach how he writes. Simple as that.

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Note: To the person that sent me the AFO ask. My apologies for not answering, I accidentally wiped it by mistake when trying to post, please feel free to resend the question to my inbox and I will glady give you an answer.

That was a wild one, so have a quick-sketch gag based off an MLA AU that's been floating around my notes for your troubles.

[oonicornflower]

Toa Chiara, for the Duckbricks fanon contest.

Edit: Wanted to add some info abt the build!

First off, with the exclusion of the mask, every piece on her exists, and in that color!* I used as much dark azure as I could, cuz I liked the idea that lightning has a totally different shade of blue than water and psionics.

I'm especially proud of her spear! I wanted the tip to look almost like a taser, while also still looking spearhead-esque. I also tried to use a lot of the shape and color language of real electronics - like the red and black block near the head of the spear, which I wanted to look almost like a car battery. Her spear has multiple ridged axle-axle connectors designed as easy grip points, so she can hold it in a number of places along the handle.

* Second edit: Oops! The wire bits on her back (2x light gray 3661, 2x light gray 72869, 1x red 75c13) don't actually exist in those colors! But you can replace them with pieces that do exist (2x white 3661, 2x flat silver 72869, 1x red 75c12) and it's almost indistinguishable.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Sticky Situation- Part 9

Part 8

Hero woke up in an all-too-familiar situation. Inside a pod, squeezed in with expanding foam from all sides, not to mention a large, heavy gag made up of too many layers. This pod felt different somehow. For one thing, the foam was ice-cold, which would’ve been nice if it wasn’t being used as a restraint. Through the little window, they could see that they had been moved to an operating room of some kind. In addition, they could see some kind of tube connecting their pod to another one directly across from them.

A door opened, and Assistant came into view, being roughly escorted by henchmen on either side. They had been gagged just as heavily, and their wrists had been secured with industrial tape. Scientist came in next, followed by Supervillain.

“Nice to see you again, Hero,” Scientist said in a chipper voice.

“Unlike your usual arrangements, we’ve placed you inside a device that will allow us to extract your cryogenic essence. Imagine yourself as a little ice battery. You’ll power the participant inside the pod across from you, giving them a share of your abilities. Of course, this is all theoretical. Accidents can happen, which is why we need to take every precaution. Enter our first volunteer!”

The henchmen wrangled Assistant into the other pod, ignoring their very muffled screams. Hero’s eyes went wide.

“MMMM!! MM-MM!” they protested at the top of their lungs.

The sound barely carried out of their packed mouth. Scientist giggled, shaking their head.

“This is happening, Hero, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” Supervillain said, “begin Operation Worker Bee 0-0-1.”

Scientist nodded. The pod door was closed, and expanding foam was dispensed into the small space. Assistant screamed, thrashing around as much as they could. Fear shone in their watery eyes.

Scientist’s finger hovered over a large, hexagonal button. The button that could either give Assistant Hero’s powers, or more likely than not, turn them into a frosty corpse. Something snapped inside Hero, and fire kindled in their eyes. Frost rapidly spread over the pod, obscuring Hero’s face from view. A few moments later, and the entire device shattered in all directions. When the dust settled, Hero stood in the center of the mess, glaring daggers at Supervillain.

Scientist tapped Supervillain’s shoulder nervously.

“They- they’re not supposed to do that,” they said quietly.

Something glinted in Supervillain’s eyes.

“Well, you finally learned how to=“

An ice beam cut Supervillain off, sending them into the wall.

Scientist stood frozen for a moment, before snapping out of it.

“Uh, agents… agents!! Take care of Hero… now!!”

Hero tapped the gag with their finger, letting ice spread through the whole thing until it turned cold and brittle. They spat out the remainder of the frozen, rubbery substance. Scientist watched it shatter on the floor.

“Let. Them. Go.” Hero growled.

One of the henchmen came up from behind Hero, taser in hand. Hero grabbed it with an icy fist, flipping it around and jamming it in the poor soul’s gut. The henchman screamed as they crumpled to the floor. The other henchman? Hero only had to give them a murderous look and they were bolting from the room.

Hero stalked over to Scientist, icy energy in their fists. Scientist scrambled back until their back hit a wall. Hero breathed frost in their face.

“I said. Let them go.”

Scientist nodded, their glasses foggy from Hero’s cold proximity. They scurried over to Assistant’s pod and pressed the button that would release them.

Assistant tumbled out, whimpering. Hero caught them and removed their gag.

“You okay?” Hero asked.

“Be-beh-“

“What? What is it?”

“BEHIND YOU!”

Hero whirled around much too late. Supervillain knocked them back with a punch. Hero sailed across the room into another wall.

“Do you know why I’m a beekeeper, Hero?” Supervillain asked, stalking toward them.

Hero sat up in a daze, their head pounding and spinning.

“Because I hold the life of the hive in my hands,” Supervillain said, “you may think you’re in control, but-“

Supervillain yanked Hero up by their neck, squeezing. Hero gasped for air, grasping at Supervillain’s hand.

“-I’ve always been in charge here.”

Darkness encroached on the edges of Hero’s vision. They just had time to see Assistant approach with a needle before Supervillain dropped them unceremoniously to the ground.

Supervillain rounded on Assistant, but there was already a syringe in their shoulder.

“Oh Assistant,” Supervillain drawled, yanking the drug from their skin, “you really think that dosage will stop me?”

Assistant staggered back. Hero wobbled to their feet. Supervillain prepared to strike their cousin, when they stumbled.

“I-I didn’t expect Hero’s dosage to stop you at all,” Assistant said, “but I thought, maybe, the entire vial would?”

“Are you insane!?” Supervillain slurred, dropping to the floor, “you could kill me!”

“Well, uh, the good news is, Scientist can save you?” Assistant offered uncertainly.

Hero nodded, striding up and towering above Supervillain.

“Funny thing about bees, Supervillain,” Hero said darkly, “if enough of them sting you, the venom could prove lethal.”

Supervillain glared up at them just before their eyes fluttered shut.

“Nice save,” Hero said.

They looked down at Supervillain’s form.

“You didn’t really- I mean- are they gonna…?”

“No,” Assistant laughed, “I only gave enough to knock them out for a couple hours. I just wanted them to feel as afraid as I did these past few days.”

Hero blinked, then smirked.

“You cunning little trickster,” they said.

Alarms rang out throughout the room, and probably throughout the rest of Organization’s building. Oh, right, that henchman that got away.

“You ready?” Hero asked.

“For what?” Assistant asked back.

Hero handed Assistant the taser they had taken.

“For a fight,” Hero said.

Part 10

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[questionableratatouille00]

Control

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Bucky is recaptured by HYDRA, he must relearn how to take control of his own life.

Note: Day 6 of @ailesswhumptober! (Conditioning/mind control/forced to hurt someone else)

Warnings: Angst, mentions of torture, weapons, cursing, mentions of nightmares, a (non-clearly stated) panic attack, crying, and Winter Soldier-y topics.

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The rules and conditions were simple. The Asset does not comply? Zap. The Asset fails? Zap. The Asset speaks? Zap zap.

The Winter Soldier could not remember. But that had always been the issue, right?

It was HYDRA’s main tactic. Keep the skills, take out the memories. They used the Memory Suppressing Machine, they used whips, they used large pools of water, they used chains, tasers, knives, fists, hell, even baseball bats. There was almost a small routine in it. Repetition, really.

The Winter Soldier followed orders. He knew that. HYDRA knew that. Someone else knew that.

Who else knew that?

The Winter Soldier could not remember. He could not remember much, ever. The worst part, in his nonexistent opinion, was not knowing what was real. Had he escaped? New York was important to him. The Winter Soldier did not know why.

They put him in a cell.

It was better than the cryo tube, in some ways. He wasn’t cold and unconscious.

It was worse in others. He wasn’t unconscious, unaware. He could feel every sharp object they pressed into his skin, hear every mocking word they decided to spit at him. And there was nothing he could do about it. He was not in control.

The Winter Soldier was never in control.

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“It’s Bucky. Go!” Steve shouted as you raced around the concrete bridge. You remembered the first time this happened, two years ago. Fighting Bucky on the bridge.

Winter had come. Both in a literal sense, and metaphorically.

It was cold on the bridge, snow tucked to the sides of the road, away from where people would drive. You shivered, pulling your suit closer to your body.

“This wasn’t fun the first time, it’s not fun the second time.” I grumble.

“This time we have a plan, at least.” Nat chimed into your monologue.

“Yeah. Find my boyfriend and unbrainwash him. Not exactly a party.”

“Fair point.” Natasha accepted.

“I’ve got eyes on him!” Sam shouted over the comms.

Oh, fuck.

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James kept his expression neutral as he sat in the weird cell thing. It wasn’t like his cell in HYDRA, it was more of a moving glass box. At least he was in a chair, rather than standing in a cryo tube.

He awaited further instruction as he watched the woman standing maybe six feet away from the box. She was teary-eyed and undeniably devastated, though it was clear she was trying to keep herself together.

James wanted to comfort her, to make her feel less..sad. It was an interesting thing to him, especially considering that he wasn’t supposed to want anything. Not when he was the Asset.

But he wasn’t the Asset. The Widow had assured him of this.

He knew he was supposed to be Bucky. He could remember that these people were supposed to be significant, that he was supposed to be attached to them.

But he couldn’t be. He wasn’t aware of why, or of why not. He just…couldn’t. He watched her, his metal fist balled up. Not clenched tightly, but not open, either. It was a small compromise between the warring sides of his consciousness.

He wanted to fight his way out. He knew he could, and he knew he was stronger than the beautiful woman before him. He was distrustful, and ready to revert back to his monstrous ways.

But he didn’t want to hurt the woman even more. She knew something about him, enough to care about him. She’d been hostile towards the Agents who had tried to restrain him further, and she’d insisted that they take out the battery that made the glass box electric. If James moved, he’d be shocked. Or, he would’ve been, had she not fought for him.

He looked at the woman again. She was beautiful, even the mindless murderer could see that. And that’s what he was, a monster, of its very definition. An inhumanly cruel or wicked person. He wasn’t in control, he was never in control.

James was a monster.

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“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Bucky sobbed into your chest, his breathing, or rather, hyperventilating, making it obvious how badly this was affecting him.

You weren’t even sure what ‘this’ was. It had been two weeks since HYDRA had captured him for forty-eight hours. He’d recovered somewhat, now being able to recognize you and the rest of the team, and being able to understand that he was not the Winter Soldier. It seemed that no matter how many times you assured him that he wasn’t a monster, he didn’t seem to believe it.

“Babe, babe, it’s—you’re okay. You’re okay.” You repeated yourself. “It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.” You held him tightly, but loose enough for him to be able to push you away if he became uncomfortable.

Before all of this, the two of you had established a system. You both knew the other’s triggers and things they weren’t comfortable with. Now, Bucky had basically been reset in any and all progress you made.

Even so, Bucky normally wasn’t as open with his emotions. Sure, he cried, but you’d only seen him sob like this maybe once or twice.

He kept forcing out apologies, and you kept rubbing his back. “Babe. Babe. You’re okay. There’s nobody else here, it’s just you and me. And we’re safe. We are so safe. You are safe and I am safe. Steve is safe. Natash—Natalia is safe. We are all safe and okay, baby. I promise.”

He calmed down slightly, and he stopped sobbing. It was more sniffling and heavy breathing now. “Take a breath. Take a breath.” You demonstrated for him, taking in a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled after you’d soothed him.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, love.”

“I hurt you. On the bridge.”

“Was this triggered by a nightmare?” You questioned. “And we know it wasn’t you. Everybody knows that. I’m not going to blame you for something you couldn’t control.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“I know.”

As you soothed him, he eventually fell back asleep. You cried silently for him, hoping that he’d be able to recover from this. It was going to be hard, you knew that. But at least now he was in control.

Bucky was in control.

[quirkwizard]

Hello your grace! Could we get training, evolutions, equipment and super moves for Full Staff???? I hope the evolutions would be amazing. What equipment other than a lighter or taser would be good for this Quirk? I'm anticipating for the support items/equipment ^^

I am SO gonna use Full Staff! That's such a cool Quirk! Any hero name ideas? I was just thinking typical stuff like Sorcerer or Warlock, but I bet you'd be able to think of something better. Also, what kind of stuff would work? Could just a battery make lightning blasts? A water bottle make water blasts? Some aspirin for healing mist? Some weed killer for poison mist?

I loved your "Full Staff" quirk so much! Can you give more examples of uses (items) for the quirk please? To what extent can the user utilize the items? If they put lockpicks or locks into the staff would they able to open or locks doors for example??

I mean, any variant of the magic user name would fit, like Magi or Magus. Alternatively, you could always reference some famous magic user from myth or history, like Merlin or Ivar. Or something like their regular name with an adjective, like the Great and Mighty Kevin!

So what "Full Staff" is capable of is really depends on what the object itself is doing and what it's overall function is. A battery would charge stuff better and weed killer would kill plants better. For example, a water bottle may have the user absorb small amounts of liquids into the staff to disperse them later, a water gun would let them store and shoot water out of it, and a water hose would let them siphon liquid from a source to spray it out. This is obviously a lot, but all this variety is done at the cost of power and complexity of it. Something like a lighter or taser is about as advanced as it would go. Food and other edibles like aspirins can't really be used either since people can't exactly eat the staff. And no, a backpack would not let you apply more items to the staff.

So training it would see the user learn what items do what and how to use them with their staff with all their items. It'd mostly be sticking something in and applying it, potentially to use it with few moves. Learning some stick based combat would be helpful as well. Evolving it could see them expanding how much the staff could hold, both in number of slots and how many of the same items. They could apply the same item in it over and over again, changing the look of the staff to reflect it. This would expand the application of it in power, like the lighter making bigger blasts of fire, but this would sacrifice a lot of the variety. They could even learn to combine items usage with more complex movements, like using the lighter with a fan to make a stronger blast of fire.

As for equipment, it'd really depend on what role the user wants to fill out with their staff. The user could have a wizard robe, or whatever magical equivalent you wish to take inspiration from, filled with all kinds of stuff to swap in and out or have as back ups. It'd be stylish and practical. Sure, you could take items on their own to combo with them, but the staff is the star of the show here. I'm talking sticky hands for snatching, a fan to make wind blasts, add a knife to make it a super spear, power tools to build or smash objects, a bag of sand to blind people, a confetti launcher to disorient them, rope to tie people up with, a flashlight to blind enemies, a shield to help deflect attacks, or enough random office supplies to make Sero feel inadequate about his own power.

[agentpheoness]

Ieytd lore #8 (I think?) Descending into the next life Part 1

(Sorry I haven’t posted in what feels like forever. I’m running on the little motivation I have left and a buncha caffeine)

Notes: This chapter is a little time skip from the last one. We’re in rising Phoenix now:0

⚠️Warnings⚠️: elevataphobia, blood, gun violence, mentions of incineration and death

Alarms are ringing throughout the building, indicating that Juniper’s plan is near its end. Pheoness can feel her friend squeeze her hand, her own trembling just the slightest bit as the elevator begins to ascend “Hey, we’re gonna be okay, kid.” She nudges him “Are you sure…? I mean if we fail this. It’s not just us that die, probably the whole agency will be under siege and-“ “Woah, woah. Calm down. Reginald doesn’t need another traumatized mess…” Pheoness puts an arm around his shoulder and ruffles its hair “We’ve stopped a laser of death while in space, while a pretty science lady was trying to kill us with radiation! I think we can handle one, annoying actor-“

As she’s about to finish her sentence, the sound of gunshots whistle through the elevator, causing small bullet holes. They could feel a halt in the elevator’s path of motion. “Agents, are you okay?!” Reginald’s voice from the earpiece exclaims, not even attempting to concede the hint of worry and panic. “We’re fine, Reggie…” Pheoness sighs, trying to loosen her muscles from their tensed position caused by the scare. “But this elevator isn’t working anymore…” Phoenix opened the elevator panel, a faulty battery leaping out of it. The electricity from the battery caused a small fire in the carpet of the elevator. “PHEONIX WHAT DID WE SAY ABOUT TOUCHING THINGS!” Pheoness frantically steps of the flame, putting it out. “Sorry…” Phoenix sheepishly shrugs while looking at the elevator panel. “It definitely looks busted though…” Their heads jolt up as the elevator doors open, revealing the base of the nuke Zoraxis was planning to launch, along with a containment area. Muttered voices came from the entrapped center, they were oddly familiar but neither of them could put their finger on it. “Hold down the fort here…” she says, swinging off the elevator to an assortment of levers. She gripped a taser from nearby, just in case whoever was in there was dangerous. Perspiration from her palms left a small mark as she slowly pulled the lever down, opening one of the doors. After a few seconds of agonizing silence, an older woman peeks her head out of the door, fear evident on her face. It was one of the heads of state that Juniper was impersonating. She chuckled internally at the fact that Juniper had to impersonate women too, wondering how he would look in a dress…….Never mind that. She needed to stick to the tasks at hand “Go, I’ll release the other heads of state. When I do, tell them they need to get out of here.” The prime minister nodded, speaking in a heavy African accent “I will, thank you dearly, agent.” After she’s out of sight, she pulls the other three levers, letting all the other Heads of State escape. Taking one last look at the structure of the nuke, she realized Zor’s plan. Once they launched the nuke, the hot exhaust from it would incinerate the Prime Minister’s which were below it. “Disgusting.” Reginald growls “Zor is as cunning as they are evil.” Pheoness nods “Agreed.” How glad she is to foil Zor’s plan. As she was about to return to Phoenix, a loud thud made her jump and pull out her taser again, only to realize it was a power storing box. Her face dropped as she found out it was on empty. This was just what they needed if they could find power.

“PHEONESS, A LITTLE HELP HERE?!”

The amount of alarm in Pheonix’s voice sent adrenaline throughout her body, shoving the box in her arm and hopping up to the elevator. All Phoenix could do was point at the saw-blade above them that was brutally slicing through the elevator cords. “That Box…here…gimme it.” She passes him the power storing container. Using the alligator clips to connect them to similar attachments on the saw. It drained the energy from the machine till the saw was at a complete stop. “Never fail to surprise me….” Pheoness laughs, pulling back the clips in awe and connecting them to the elevator. The energy from the saw blade machine powering the elevator as it made its way up to the top floor. She peers around the elevator, tools scattered everywhere. “W..what’s all this…?” Pheoness gestures to the tools lying around “I found em. You never know when they’ll come in handy!” Phoenix responded with a smile, but it soon disappeared as they heard the voice they were oh so used to hearing.

All of the times Juniper betrayed them, attempted to trick them, to kill them. The memories linger in the back of their minds every time they hear the smooth purr of his voice and this time was no different. As they ascended higher and higher, his words became more clearer, more condescending. The two intertwined hands once again. They will face the enemy that plagued them. Together. The elevator doors open slowly, reluctant to show them the one, the only John Juniper. Standing on a metal bridge over the nuke. He hasn’t noticed them yet, his back turned as he gives his passionate speech to the millions of terrified people watching him. It wasn’t until the elevator bell dinged, that he turned around. His eyes narrowed in hatred, but also astonishment as he clutched the sacred suitcase in his hand “How did you…” He sighs, aggravated “Sorry, folks. I need to take care of something.” He suddenly pulls out a pistol from his pocket and starts shooting at them. Fortunately, they’re able to reflect most of his shots off the scattered tools from the floor. However, one pierces through Phoenix’s arm and he lets out a pained yell; blood spilling from the wound. They were in a terrible spot, only being able to deflect Juniper’s bullets “Why. Won’t. You. DIE?!” John shouts. Pheoness covered her injured friend “Don’t worry, kid. I could take another bullet for you.” She said, her voice strained from the pressure of the bullets going through whatever items she held up for protection. Even though the agonizing pain in his arm, Phoenix found something he couldn’t resist, a big, red, lever. “Kid?! What are you doing?!”

Impulsiveness getting to him, he used his TK to pull down the lever. Like clockwork, the bridge that Juniper was standing on began to separate. The unsuspecting Juniper began to teeter on the bridge lost his balance. His fingers desperately clinging onto the ledge for dear life “W-woah, Agents!” For the first time ever, his voice was cocky or arrogant, he was vulnerable. Scared. It kind of worried them despite him being their enemy “You don’t want me, you want Zor! I can tell you who Zor is! It’s-“ The only voice that’s scarier than Juniper’s becomes audible. Zor’s. “Is the cowardly actor trying to save his skin?” Juniper’s voice converted to its normal, annoying tone “Hah! What’re you gonna do to me?! I’m the one running things now!” Zor chuckles eerily, their voice a malicious tone “Mr, Juniper. You were never running the show. Fabricator? If you will…?” The Fabricator walks onto the ledge Juniper was standing on with a remote in hand. Her gentle, motherly smile Pheoness saw in the wine cellar completely replaced with a heartless smirk. “Bye, bye John.” With a push of a button, Fabricator uses his precious mimic mask against him, giving him a series of electric shocks. Junipers body tenses up as he screams in agony. His fingers finally slipped off the edge, making him plummet to the ground. The agents look with wide eyes as Fabricator turns her head in their direction, her eyes landing on Pheoness “Good luck, darling.” She said in a sweet tone before she exited the building. Pheoness really wanted to believe she was being genuine. But that look on her face said otherwise. Her thoughts were broken by Reginald “Agents! The briefcase!” And there it was. The briefcase that Juniper protected with his life, now lied on the platform without a carrier. Phoenix obtained it with his TK. When opened, a series of puzzles were inside, and a timer that was ticking down. 10 minutes till the nuke was launched “Phee-Phee…I..only have one working arm left..you have to do it…” Her eyes widened as she looks at the first puzzle, inspecting it carefully. After a second, she twists it to make a Z shape…one puzzle done, 2 more to go. The next one was harder, she had to hit the right series of buttons. All sounds were muffled, even the voice of the agent next to her. The only thing she could hear was the throbbing in her head, the sound of her shaky breaths, and every beep that signaled she was another second close from the end. 6 minutes…she pushed every button, each lighting up a certain set of lights, her hands shaking with every press. 5 minutes… “Pheoness, 8 o clock and 1 o clock!” She hears throughout the cluttered mess of her mind. She presses the button positioned at 8 o clock and 1 o clock, lighting up all the lights and successfully completing the second puzzle. One last puzzle Pheoness…you can do this….3 minutes left. In this last puzzle she had to slide a dial through every light without repetition. 2 minutes….the adrenaline was so intense it made her feel dizzy. Sliding the dial left, right, up, down. Every move could de ide the fate of the world. She had to do this. Everyone was relying on it. Just. Keep. Moving.

“YES!”

She was able to solve the last puzzle with a minute remaining. The big red abort button like an oasis in a desert of pain and death. Her ears start to take in the other sounds, one being the sound of Reginald’s delighted laughs “You did it, Agents!” Her breathing starts to stabilize, looking at Phoenix, who had an overjoyed look on his exhausted face. He holds his finger out, just brushing against the button. “Together?”

Pheoness nods “Together.”

And they both press the button, relieved that this could finally end.

…….but no end came

Tags: @pandagobrr @wyvchard

[cemeteryspider]

Chat Noir

Spiderman 2 Black Cat x Female Reader

Summary: Directly after jumping through the portal to Paris Felicia spares no time finding her girlfriend's whereabouts and saving her from things that followed her from New York City.

Warnings: Spoilers *kinda* for Spiderman 2, Violence, Blood, Injury, Battery, Kidnapping, Restraint, Emotional Distress

Word Count: 490 Words

After leaping into the unknown of Paris, Felicia was immediately enveloped by the familiar aroma of freshly baked bread. While envisioning the Eiffel Tower alongside Miles, her thoughts of y/n stealthily slipped in, and she found herself gazing at the towering structure of architectural genius with a bakery standing right behind her.

Gracefully, she pivoted on the tips of her toes toward the bakery. Retrieving a letter with impeccable handwriting from her boot, undoubtedly belonging to her beloved, she reread the address and a two-letter signature. With a smile and a skip in her step, she set out to find y/n.

~~~

Despite odd looks and eye rolls, she eventually traced her way to y/n's apartment. Ascending the fire escape, she reached the middle of the building and, using a glass cutter, deftly breached the thin pane separating her from y/n.

Unlocking the window with a soft click, she slid the pane open and stealthily entered. Navigating the marbles scattered across the floor, she marveled at the intricacies of the locks on y/n's door and the elaborate security measures within the apartment. From a concealed taser to more complex contraptions, like the safe which had electrical wiring to deter intruders.

Despite the safety measures, she wondered why y/n was absent.

~~~

Y/n had ademently pushed the idea of moving herself away from her home and away from her girlfriend. Felicia however, insisted she would be safer an ocean away from her trouble with local New York gangs like Fisk's. Felicia forgot how quickly and easily Fisk could track a fake passport and ID or how easily Fisk sent men after her to get information. Now, faced with the demand for secrets, y/n staunchly refused to betray Felicia's trust.

"I'm gonna ask again nicely. Where did she hid the painting?"

A huge wad of bloody spit landed on the lapel of his jacket.

The defiant response earned her a brutal retaliation, the mood shifting with an incoming call. The threat escalated, culminating in a gun pointed at y/n's forehead.

~~~

Engaging in some detective work, Felicia discovered clues leading her in pursuit of y/n's whereabouts. Concrete specks, torn jacket patches, and a trail of blood guided her steps.

~~~

Back at the scene, the situation took a perilous turn as a gun was aimed at y/n. In a daring rescue, Felicia intervened, swiftly incapacitating the assailants. A fierce confrontation ensued, with y/n helplessly tied to a chair.

~~~

After a ferocious battle, the room was filled with incapacitated adversaries. Felicia swiftly released y/n from her restraints, and they embraced. Y/n, battered but alive, found solace in Felicia's arms.

"I came as fast as I could, love. I'm so sorry. I thought you would be safe but I overheard one of Fisk's calls-" Felicia confessed.

"Just hold me, Felicia"

"I can do that. No one will get to you again, my little canary."

[geekcat]

Only two days had passed since they graduated, but they were a busy two days for both Zim and Dib. The first day was spent looking over their ship, taking it up into orbit to ensure it was fit for space travel, and making sure all systems were at full functionality. They'd added plenty of fuel, some engine lubricant, and even charged up all the batteries. And, while the Computer cleaned the hull until it shone, the travelers went over their plan again���to make it to civilized space, stop at a convenience station for Dib to get his bearings, then head towards a heavily-populated Fleavian market, deciding from there what to do.

The day after that was spent packing. They obviously couldn't take everything of Dib's, so he needed to carefully choose what to bring. He picked at least a week's worth of clothes to be added to the Voot's tiny closet, and encouraged Zim to do the same. He'd then filled a briefcase with cameras, notebooks and sketchpads, and plenty of pens and pencils, plus some empty containers and tools he could use to collect evidence. Voice recorders, video cameras…soon, his briefcase was stuffed.

He'd picked out one crystal—the rose quartz, which he had since imbued with a magic that gave it a soft glow—to bring along with them. He'd also brought some books, and double-checked their food stores to make sure it would last them at least a few weeks. Finally, he'd been sure to pack the taser/knife from Gaz and the telescope from Dad.

Over the months, they'd made the Voot bigger…mostly by borrowing a lot of machinery and metal from Dib's old ship. It was like a shabby space apartment, now—along with the original cockpit, there was a tiny bedroom-slash-lounge-slash-study, where the bed slid into the wall if they ever needed more space and a small closet along one wall. There was a tiny bathroom (that also had medical supplies and a small washing machine), and a storage room (divided into pantry, armory, and general storage) between the two.

It would probably be a bit cramped, but they should have everything they needed when they traveled between planets. Upgrading to a bigger ship could come later, when they had more credits to spend.

[gordonsicedcoffee]

20-something quantico strahm most definitely used his frankly superhuman intellect to map out a pattern in the spontaneous drug tests so he could fly by with his habit undetected. js that guy was hooking himself up to car batteries before training.

VERY MUCH SO 💯💯💯

20-something peter @ the academy: calculating the virginia windspeed & temperature. intricately tracking the assistant director's weekly shoe choices. taking feverish notes on body language and urinalysis....................and it's all to figure out if they're gonna hand out the pee cups @ 10:30 AM or 11:15 AM.

bc that 45 minute window? oh, it's crucial.

too fixated on triangulating the chief of staff's lunch habits.......to even..........for a second.........consider that he's out here looking fried-wired-zoinked as all shit. pssh. no time for that!! he's hacking into the mainframe of human psyche!! he's doing the damn thing (becoming one w/this lukewarm red bull)

and yep. YEAH. he 100% was out here giving himself controlled electric shocks & testing his pain tolerance. dispensed pepper spray and a taser w/his supply kit? oh, u just know he's getting that first-hand experience. what a guy.

peter david strahm. training for exams, on a coke bender one night. grinding his teeth together and giving himself a wicked migraine. sticking his hand into ice water and seeing how long he can hold it. for some reason. (and yeah, he set timers for this experiment. and yeah, he's pissymad when he doesn't beat his personal best)

TRULY DERANGED.

and then ofc he ends up graduating w/shockingly impressive credentials (and chronic pressure headaches)!! congrats agent stimulant abuse, u did it!! u really did it!! ✨

(sighing dreamily) godddddd, he was sooooo unstable. glad he totally got over all that <33

[edgebug]

E-VOlution: a poll-based interactive fiction

part 1 here!

A helpful little notion in the back of your head says Activate combat protocol?

Sure. Okay. Sounds good.

You act on instinct. Another taser dart whizzes past and you grab the cord out of the air; you yank it hard and pull the security guard off balance. In the same instant you're on your own feet, the stun gun flying into your hand like a yo-yo with another quick jerk of the cord.

A conduit in your palm opens and you grip the stun gun hard, pushing an electrical charge into its battery. It crackles in your hand, the battery swelling into a pillow and threatening to crack its plastic casing. Perfect.

"Catch," you say, and then you throw it at the other security guard at approximately Mach 4.

The stun gun explodes, electricity sizzling through the air and knocking the guards to the floor, motionless save for electrical muscle spasms as molten lithium polymer splatters over them.

"Holy shit!" your friend shouts. "C'mon, let's go!" He grabs your hand, apparently unafraid to touch you even after seeing what you just did, and the two of you keep running. Unfortunately you don't run for long--only a few yards, really.

"Oh--fuck," your friend says as you skid to a halt in front of a big, thick door marked EXIT; he mashes a keypad beside it and nothing happens except blinking red lights. And damn, the sirens are really starting to get on your nerves. "They've locked us in. I can't break this one down."

"I can't nap through this, can I?" you sigh.

"Not this time, buddy. Fuck," he says again. "I--okay, we might be able to hack our way out, but we'd have to stay here and do it and--you might have to fight off more security." He runs a hand through his long, fluffy hair, his chest heaving with exertion and adrenaline. "Or we can try getting out through the service exits, maybe they haven't locked those up yet, they're kinda out of the way, and, and we might be able to avoid more security going through the back but it'll take longer and it's probably locked anyway and--shit, E, you were kinda made for situations like this, right? What do we do?"

[townofcadence]

🔪 For Artair to Chitterskit

A Weapon from Artair

It takes him a while to think of something. She's small, but capable, and being able to defend herself would be good. But it should be practical too.

What he ends up presenting her with is a little rapier. The cross-guard has a delicate swirl that covers the hand and protects it when it is near the top of the handle, and the tapered tip of the blade is hollow, with a bloom of rubber that seems to come from inside the sword, which houses a small set of metal prongs in the center. It almost looks like an open flower with a pair of stamen.

The handle is longer than usual, and the pommel is what appears to be a wrench, with a worm screw to adjust one of the jaws. There's a sliding mechanism that opens the handle when the jaws are shut, to replace the battery inside. And when a small trigger switch is held down with a finger, the tip lights electric, forming a minuscule insulated taser.

"I-- -don't really know how to do magic stuff, or I would've tried to make something a bit less.... inventive? But I figure getting a little shock would keep a lot of things from messing with you. And the tips are really sharp, so they could probably hurt if you used them on top of the zappy bit or if you're out of battery. But I did the pommel that way so you could use it for some more practical stuff too-- only the point is really sharp, so you'd have a longer handle grip, which means more torque strength."

[yukiphobia24]

Another question about your Scarf Twin AU.

I need to know about the Pit. That place where all the "decommissioned" bots go. Like what was Faz Entertainment thinking when they thought, "Hey, we have a bunch of bots that show sentience and we don't want that, but we also don't want to use their parts, so we'll just throw them into this pit where we'll leave them to rot forever."

Like if you think about this in the , "They're only robots they don't feel anything" type of deal, I would think you'd want to keep as much of the good technology and try again, and not start from scratch every time you build a new animatronic.

And then there's the fact that they're leaving sentient creatures in this Pit, like what the actual fuck.

I need to understand what Faz Ent. is thinking when they made the Pit!

Fazbear entertainment does NOT know those decommissioned and defective bots are sentient. They only view those bots as extremely glitchy and too unpredictable to a point where they are too hazardous to be around the guest. They are trying to not have bad publicity about animatronics attacking human again. Not again.

The Pit is just the landfill under the Pizzaplex. It just where all the garbage go too. Including useless scraps from decommissioned bots.

Fazbear entertainment DOES take parts from the defective bots and try to reuse those parts for other robots. They do try to get as much useful scrap as they can but some of the Defective bots are extremely damage. This is due to some of them RESISTING orders to go to Part & Service so the security bots needing to use more .... FORCE. However, because of this the Defective bot can be too damage to have them Reseted or get useful parts from them. So they are sent to The Pit. Fun fact: Sun and Moon's battery packs for their tasers comes from the previous Head of Security bot, The Puppet.

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

Well, here’s the death y’all ordered

Trigger warnings (in the tags but just in case): Abuse, suicide, death

——

He was tired, although that wasn’t unfamiliar anymore. He stared at the battery percent in the corner of his vision. 5%. That felt like too much, he wanted to rest again. He couldn’t remember what walking felt like, he frowned as he stared with his single eye at his long broken and detached legs.

“… I won’t be free” Solar whispered to himself. His voice crackled, his voice box having not been used in a long time. He knew it was likely pointless to hang on any longer, but a small, small part of him held on hope. Yet he also figured no one would help, even if they find him they’d leave him because he’d be too much trouble.

He heart light footsteps in the hall past the door. Human, and not a staff member he remembered. He tried shouting, but all that came from his voice box was static. Pointless.

Solar waited for his battery to run out, and when he woke up waited again. It was the most consistent way to keep himself low energy and asleep. Charging too much would give him energy he wouldn’t move to get rid of and make it hard to sleep.

Solar wiped some oil off his face, his head had been bleeding oil since Lunar hit him yesterday.

I could light it a small part of him remembered. His right hand and mouth had their fire shooters and were still intact.

“I don’t want to die… not yet” he clung to the piece of hope that kept him from setting the closet ablaze. He tried moving his left arm, the mostly detached part below the elbow dangling uselessly. He needed so many repairs, and he couldn’t even tell what his face might need. He rubbed his face again, failing to wipe away the oil tears running down it among the rest of it already on his face.

——

It had been two days, something Solar only knew from his internal clock. Solar could hear footsteps approaching the closet door. This time he recognized the steps though. Lunar. It was after hours, no kids would be around to notice her actions.

“Hello brother” Lunar’s sickly sweet voice rang in his ears. She used to sound much harsher towards him, but he knew she was just mocking him now.

Solar chose not to speak, maybe if he didn’t react she’d leave him alone. Wishful thinking really.

“Quiet? That’s disappointing.” Solar involuntary yelped as he felt an electric shock run through him. He used to resist those, but it had been so long. The yell came out mostly as crackling noises from his voice box.

“There we go!” Lunar made her wide smile clear as her eyes almost sparkled with joy. She pulled her hands away, showing off the tasers installed into them.

“They’re really neat, and much better than that fire of yours for intruders” Lunar taunted him with charging up a shock in her hands but doing nothing with it, making him constantly fear when she would hurt him with it. The third time was when she shocked him, getting a clearer yell as his voice box was more active.

Solar’s body attempted to curl into a ball, but it didn’t do much. All he could really do was protect his remaining eye with his remaining arm. His eye was covered, but he felt a powerful pain to the top of his head and heard the crack of his faceplate.

He felt Lunar grab his head and turn it almost completely around. He felt a harsh punch right near his ai chip, reminding him how easily she could end his life.

Things won’t get better Solar felt dread from it but.. really what else could he think at this point? He couldn’t move, he couldn’t scream for help, Lunar would just hurt him and leave him to rot in the closet.

I’m not powering off to wake back up to this he couldn’t deal with this. The loneliness, the pain, the betray, everything. His mind tuned out Lunar’s mockery, but she seemed to grow more agitated as she noticed that.

“You really should listen, it’s not like you have anything more interesting to do” She smiled, showing off little sparks of electricity and wiping some oil off her hands onto her dress, it was a worn out one anyways so she didn’t worry about the mess.

Solar decided to wait, endure the pain as he slightly formed a plan. One he wouldn’t be getting out of, but Lunar wouldn’t either.

He felt his left arm be completely severed by a knife Lunar had kept in the room, he could hear sparks from the few wires that held it before. He did his best to not speak or scream, he’s need to focus to do this. He wasn’t even sure if he could anymore, but he had to try.

A fist through his back, oil splattering everywhere. Solar couldn’t even describe the pain, the only solace being the short numbing feeling after. Sitting hurt even more now, be he stayed like this.

He waited until she got closer to him to hurt him again. His last hope was to take her down with him, and that’s what he was going to do.

He opened his mouth and let out a medium sized blast of fire. It wasn’t much compared to what he used to be able to do, but it did its job just as fast.

All the oil in the room soon caught fire, including all that was on Lunar. His sister ran out of the room screaming. A shame he wouldn’t see if he succeeded. The flames were a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time. He was so hurt and numb the burns didn’t seem all that bad. His casing melting was excruciating with his fire resistant casing making it last so long. Even with the resistance, there was only so much it could do under constant fire.

He could tell the fire was spreading throughout the building, he could hear the collapses and waited for his surprisingly strong closet to do the same.

He was trapped under a fallen beam from the ceiling, it didn’t change much. Even without the beam he couldn’t have moved.

He closed his eyes a final time as he felt the burning break through his protective casing and reach his ai chip.

[crispy-bonnie]

Confessions - FBI UNITS

okay these ones are also rushed as shit . i just really wanna write some angsty or fluffy shit ghh

SWAT Shield

So you know how ostriches stick their heads in the sand? That's pretty much Shield whenever he would try to confess

Regardless if it was indirect or direct, he'd end up backing out of it every time. It soon becomes annoying for everyone else, so they pretty much just force him to do it

Cloaker is the one to push him up to you, but when Shield starts to freeze up and all communication is gone, Dozer comes by to slyly comment about how Shield had been planning on asking you out

When you smile and say that you'd love to, he nearly explodes from both embarrassment and joy

And by explode, I mean by he overheated and fucking fainted

He turned out okay after being rushed to the Medic Bay, and you two were able to have a proper one-on-one chat about the date

Taser

No shame whatsoever, not as shameless as Cloaker, but shameless

Like- you'd be enjoying some food at the cafeteria and he'd just slide up to you and go: "Y'know, you're like a battery. You charge me up!"

If you're oblivious to it, he'll drop more pickup lines until you understand. If it still doesn't work, he'll try again one more time but end up breaking down to try and express his love

Once you get the memo, you tell him that you love him back. How? Another pickup line.

"Even without your taser, you manage to bump the voltage up in my heart~"

He'll initially question you, but when you clarify, he's jumping for joy

He'll hug you tightly and just repeatedly mutter "I love you" whilst nuzzling his face into your neck

Dozer

Dozer does it in the cheesiest fucking way possible

He would not stop trying to confess using jokes, and you still would not get the memo

Eventually he just gave up on the whole joke thing, sat you down, and gave you a full heartfelt confession

Your eyes lit up as you finally realized what all those little jokes meant, and you were already smiling like a dork

He was about to say something along the lines of "It's okay if you don't like me", but you had already embraced him in a warm hug

Dozer was nearly IN TEARS when you said that you loved him back, literally hugging you like tomorrow wouldn't exist

You ended up having to be rushed to the Medic Bay because he accidentally broke one of your ribs from it

Cloaker

Cloaker is shameless like Taser, but he's really fuckin weird about it

Like- you were just passing down a hall and this mf pops out of a vent and just kabedons you out of absolutely nowhere

"Hm, I didn't know you were a piece of art. You're really good lookin' when you're pinned up against a wall~"

You were redder than a fuckin tomato now

He just chuckled at your flustered expression, leaning closer and speaking softly into your ear

"Maybe I can add some more paint to your canvas after a dinner date or two~?"

You're literally too flustered to answer, so he just laughs and tells you to let him know and climbs right back through the vent

This mf-

Medic

Medic is the only one with a sane confession, aside from Sniper

He specifically would confess to you on Valentine's day, giving you roses and chocolate and asking if you wanted to be his partner

Upon your acceptance, he just starts SOBBING out of joy

He literally falls to his knees and you have to assure him that you love him back over and over again

Medic just pulls you into a hug and mutters a "Thank you" as he continues crying, and you just hug him back before pulling back and giving him a reassuring kiss on the cheek

Your moment was interrupted by Captain Winters yelling at you two to get back to work though

Sniper

Sniper isn't as shy as Shield, but shy enough to not want to go up to you and say it

He just walks by you, hands you a letter, and walks away

Afterwards, he doesn't talk to you for a while, but eventually you go up to him and tell him that you love him back

He stood there in silence for a hot minute before suddenly embracing you in a hug. He wasn't crying or anything, but he seemed a lot less tense than he usually is

In other words, he was relieved to know that you loved him back.

[abronzeagegod]

Untitled YA Novel Chapter 15: There's Something Classy About Escaping on a Boat

First Chapter || More

12:16 PM local time

Oceanic Institute, Miami, Biscayne, United States

Mike and Justin ran into the fight and were immediately set upon by people the Silence was using to defend whatever was happening on the boat. In the hectic fray of the fight, Justin lost sight of his dad.

Hira leapt into the air and was immediately followed by a few Silenced Zlilfians. She had to be quick to dodge their attacks, but she was light and small and she was very good at flying. Dodging around them was no hard task.

But finding Rafe in all this mess was another problem altogether.

Justin tried to tase an advancing zlilfian but when he tried to get the device to do what he wanted, the thing beeped angrily at him, though the sound was lost in the Silence, the blinking red light wasn't. Justin assumed that this was something like a battery warning.

Which didn't help him at all in this situation, so he had to dodge under the swinging batons and try to get somewhere safe or find something else to fight with.

Mike saw Justin scrambling and went in to defend him as best as he could. Unfortunately they were far from the edge of the dock, so there weren't a lot of places to push people into the water. So Mike had to resort to fighting people regularly. It was hard as there were a lot of them, and he still hadn't spotted Justin's dad.

This was rapidly getting out of hand.

Hira flew close overhead. She hit a couple of the Silence with her baton as she flew, dropping a couple of them, but she was still hotly pursued by other zlilfians.

As the fight dragged on it was clear that whatever the Silence was doing to these people, it made them all fight exactly the same. The zlilfians fought like the other zlilfians, and the humans fought like the other humans. It made them predictable, which was a benefit to the teens, but the number of them made them a formidable enemy.

Mike managed to grab a baton from one of the Silenced Humans and quickly shoved it in Justin's hands. Not that it did a whole lot of good, Justin wasn't athletic and didn't know how to fight.

He swung the baton wildly, trying to fend off an encroaching Silenced. It wasn't very helpful. But he did manage to spot his dad.

He threw the baton at the head of the human in front of him. The little blinking light that was angrily flashing red had stilled, he figured he had one shot.

Hira landed, she was getting tired from flying back and forth so quickly, she had to touch down on the ground. She landed behind the Silenced that were all converging on Justin and Mike. She quickly hit a couple with some well placed hits.

She spotted Rafe behind her and knew that this was probably her one chance to sting her friend and save her.

Justin took aim with his blaster and tried to line up a good shot on his dad. He really hoped that he wouldn't be mad at him.

He was so focused on aiming that he didn't notice that he was wide open to attack. But Mike did. He quickly parried one attack, but he wouldn't be fast enough to block the next attack. Mike had positioned himself so that this Silenced would have to go through him to get to Justin, and he was prepared to take the blow.

Even though he knew that he couldn't hear in the Silence Aura, Mike thought he could hear the crack of the baton as it hit his arm. The pain was intense, and he felt his throat vibrate with the cry he knew he let out but didn't hear.

Justin looked over, just in time to see Mike being attacked on all sides. He looked back at his dad and quickly tried to shoot, so he could go and help his friend.

The blue taser blast went out, and it went wide, missing his dad as he tried to get onto the research vessel by only a few inches.

Hira watched the bolt sail over her head as she fought with Rafe once again.

She saw the bolt miss. But this was her chance to save her friend. She had to take it.

A burst of water signaled the start of the engines on the research vessel.

The Silenced were leaving, they were retreating and this was that absolute last moment to do anything.

Hira could fight with Rafe and try and save her. Or she could attack the open and vulnerable father, and save him.

She only had enough toxin for one good sting.

She said an apology to Rafe that she knew went unheard, and turned away from her friend. She flew the few feet to Justin's dad.

They really did look very similar.

Hira stung him in the back, and she immediately felt the lethargy hit her as she used up the last of her toxin on the human slowly slumped to the dock.

She quickly turned back to Rafe. Maybe there was still time. If she could fight her to a stand still as the boat left the dock, maybe the boys could help.

But she knew it was already useless.

Rafe looked at her with half asleep eyes, and then flew off towards the boat.

Hira tried to follow her. But the fight had been long, and she used up all of her energy to fly and fight. The last use of her stinger had drained the reserves that Hira didn't know she had.

She slumped down to the dock, next to Justin's father, as the rest of the Silenced Ones jumped aboard the boat, or other smaller boats, as it sailed away. She caught a brief glimpse of Bradford Frost aboard the ship and she knew that he was the source of the Silence Aura. But it was too much for her for the moment, and she closed her eyes and let the weariness wash over her.

As the boat moved away from the dock, the Silence moved with it, and the alarms that had been triggered in the Institute were finally blaring.

The Silenced that were left behind were still struggling to follow behind Bradford, getting on boats and any other modes of transport at hand.

"We have to go," Mike said. "I'll carry your dad," he told Justin, "you have to help Hira."

Justin couldn't express his thanks enough in this moment, so he just did what he was told and put an arm under Hira's and helped her stand up.

"Come on, we need to get out of here," he told her.

Hira did her best to try and walk with Justin, but she just felt so tired.

Mike picked up Justin's dad in a fireman's carry and started to carry him out of the Institute.

As they made their way out of the place they broke into, making sure they stopped along the way to rouse the members of Alt's infiltration team.

Their exit from the Institute was less than professional and clean, but they did manage to get out without too much effort.

As they climbed back into the van for Mister Collins to speed away, Mike collapsed next to Hira.

"Sorry we couldn't save your friend too," Mike said wearily.

"Yeah," Hira said in response.

With the adrenaline of the mission fading all three teens slipped into sleep.

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