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wh01s-isabela · 2 months ago

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I hardly see headcanons about the EW characters as dads so...

Here's a little thing

(This was not proofread and english it's not my first language!)

For me, Edd is a certified dad person in any way possible. He actually is responsible and chill in a good balance. Oh.. And the dad jokes.. Don't even get me started.

He's the super supportive but kinda embarrassing type of dad. He's gonna make you embarrassed on public. On purpose. And gonna be so fucking smug about it. (He's not too mean tho! My boy doesn't want his baby sad or uncomfortable!)

This man is all cutie patootie with his kid, tries to make the best relationship humanly possible. If he's noticing signs that something's off than he will sit and talk about whatever is going on. Talking about.. Well, TALKING, I think he likes to chat with his kid, maybe create jokes and be inventive in general. He has to stimulate his child's imagination!

You guys are wearing silly daughter/son and dad t-shirts. No questions asked

Secretly trying to induce his child to appreciate cola like him since the womb...

If his child likes pepsi or diet cola he's FLABBERGASTED. BETRAYED. HOW COULD YOU? AFTER ALL THE SACRIFICES HE'D DONE FOR YOU!??

Basically will playfully rival you a little, always scoffing if you're drinking or buying those drinks

Probably if he had to go to his kid's school on Profession Day, and all that bullshit, he would be bullied for being an artist and making commissions/graphic design. Picture one little girl that has a police officer dad or some cool shit, saying to his kid like "my mom said that only slobs turn hobby's into work"

Punch this kid.

Because when he shows his work the other children are like :0

He wouldn't be the type of dad to scream or beat his kid. More like the "go sit in the corner and think about what you did" type of dad. Grounding is also an option

But oh Don't get this guy here mad because oh god is genuinely frightening. Serious mode is on and all.

If his child give him a drawing of him, a crooked flower, A cat that looks like a rock or whatever, THAT SHIT IS GOING TO THE FRIDGE. He so proud that this grow ass man is sobbing like a baby

If his kid asked the one million dollar question: "how babies are made" he'll sigh deeply and say "when two people love each other very very much..." Or "the stork" or basically any crazy thing that makes you satisfied.

If his kid is being bullied be prepared cuz he's going to fight a 6 years old and lose

If his child starts dating he's mostly chill. But still keeping an eye on the person they're dating to see if they're not bad company

He makes his child go out and touch some grass but his healthy attempts stop there. Because he's a little irresponsible on the food and drink aspect so the reader will have to take care of that, to prevent your kid from getting diabetes or smth

He's always trying to come up with something exciting on the weekends, be it a trip or a gourmet dinner of sorts

Now, I if I had to choose if Edd would be a girl dad or a boy dad, I'd say... Both

Honestly he fits so lovely with both genders of baby, and I don't think he would particularly have a preference

As for number, I think his limit would be three. And the child would most likely not be planned, but I'm not so sure on that hc I'll have to think about it a little more sry

In the end of the day, he just wants to be the coolest and most amazing dad possible or die trying

(Please don't-)

Now speaking of Tom... It's difficult

He's not OPPOSED to the idea but.. You sure you want to have a real baby with HIM?

He might want to sit down and talk, after all, raising a child is not like just buying a shoe or something. He might need a little time to think about it

Tho, he also can't help but feel a little intrigued. He has never been the dad type but.. The idea kinda of makes he feels fuzzy inside. If he's 100℅ sure then he will be chill about it

Ok let's get into the child part

He's the type to think he will be awful as a dad, but end up being really good. Not perfect. But good enough.

He has quite the troubled childhood so he wants his child to rely on him, to know he's there to protect them and will never go away.

He normally takes most things seriously but when he's a father? My man does not play

He's actually pretty good at handling kids. Ofc he's got a temper but he's so used to his friends shenanigans and all the stressing stuff that he has built a tolerance to not snap all the time.

It takes a lot to get him on blind rage, but if his child manage to do that. Well, he'll scream.. Sorry it might startle the poor kid but he'll apologize afterwards. I also don't think he would NOT beat his child. He never got this treatment as a kid and he doesn't think it's necessary. The last thing he wants for his kid is a childhood with pain

His punishments are like doing chores, grounding and that stuff

In the baby phase, oh he will take SO MANY PHOTOS. Nothing convinces me otherwise. He naturally loves photography, so taking pictures of his little bundle of joy? Sign him up

Imagining him putting checkered stuff on his kid. A little checked hat, some cute checkered glasses for the beach, checkered tiny shoes...

I think he would gift his child the Tommee bear. I thinks this little bear has kind of the pass to generation thing. If he has another kid he would tell the older one to give the younger one the plush.

If his kid wants to learn how to play the bass, he's hyped. His kid will have a strong liking to music naturally. He'll be impressively patient with the child, repeating the chords how many times is necessary for them to get it

If his kid got into a fight, he will act all worried and checking them up but then will throw "did you win?" Then proceed to give them a long ass scolding lecture

He'll teach his kid self defense. Physically and verbally. Not how to curse but how to win or be aloof in a argument. It end up with his kid throwing sarcastic shit at their teachers

Just picture the scene: his child entering in his car after he received the news that his child got a Warning. When questioning them, they explain:

Kid: don't get mad okay..?

Tom: I won't. Now tell me, why did you got a warning?

Kid: okay so.. I was in class and we were having math lessons. The teacher asked what's 8 x 5, and I answered 40

Tom: that's right. But why did you got a warning then?

Kid: it wasn't because of that. After that she asked me what's 5 x 8.

Tom: it's the same shit.

Kid: that's what I said!

Tom: huh?

Kid: the teacher asked what's 5 x 8 and I said it's the same shit. That's why I got a warning!

Tom: .... *proceeds to laugh his ass off*

Ahem, ahem anyways

He would probably try making his child hate Christmas too

Like, saying santa claus eats children and transforms them in presents and shit

He's a menace and it's giving his kid nightmares

In the morning of the Christmas eve, reader will find their little kid soaking the three with gasoline while holding matches

They probably damaged those animatronic santas who play trumpet at the store's doors. And cried or attacked the shopping center santa while sitting on his lap. If they even have the courage to

Santa: what's your Christmas wish little girl/boy?

Kid: that you die! *proceeds to run crying for Tom and reader*

He probably tries to get his child's language on line but, they got this sailor inside them sometimes. Genetics I guess.

Like:

Kid: oh shit-

Tom: hey, watch your fucking language.

Reader: *burying their face in their hands groaning*

Tom is the "I support the current thing" dad. He will support whatever his child is liking (if is legal ofc) even if is a little weird.

When his kid started dating this would go to ways. If is a boy, he's chill but warning them to not fuck anything up and treat their partner well. If it's a girl, oh boy, protective dad mode. Only in the beginning tho. If he sees the person it's nice and safe, and his kid it's happy than he will be more chill about it. But don't even try sneak up or make out on his watch. No one touches his little girl like that. But again, after a while he's pretty casual about it like.. Really.

*person the kid's dating bringing a drink to them*

Kid: no chocolate? No plushies? No blanket?

*person proceeds to bring everything they want*

Kid: thanks

Person: no head?

Kid: *glare at them looking at Tom, that's literally sitting on the couch reading next to them*

Tom: they got a point tho...

Again with the million dollar question: "how babies are made", I think Tom would say something like "babygun" (tomska reference-) or he would shrug and left the kid frustrated without answers OR the classic "go ask your mom/dad". Not because he's nervous or out of answer ideas, no, it's because he wants to see how you'll explain it. He'll have fun.

I think after meeting and marrying reader after a while, He would quit drinking so much. I mean, he doesn't have a reason to do it so often now isn't it. And don't come at me with drunk aggressive dad Tom headcanons I don't wanna hear 😭

I have the feeling his child would have a little bit of his monster genetics. Maybe lots of it, maybe less. But they would. And when he finds out GOD calling him worried is a statement. You had never seen the man so out of his element. He feels a little guilty too

Which leans to more angst because I have the feeling he knew before the child was born because of the appointments and check ups. Something was off. And the labor was quite difficult.

He basically tries to be present and helpful to his child in a whole

Now about gender, I think he would be a girl dad. No questions asked. But he doesn't have a preference, whatever comes it's k.

And the number, in the start he just want one. Principally after your difficult labor. But with some coaching he might reluctantly accept another one. But that's enough, no more. He wouldn't forgive himself if something happened with you or the fetus.

The baby would be planned

He's a good dad, believe it or not. He just need some learning to. In the end of the day, he just wants to protect his kid and make their life happy and healthy

Matt... Oh Matt..

He's the certified perfect dad material

He would spoil his child SO FRICKING much

In his defense, his kid needs to look pretty all the time!

Will buy tons of cute baby clothes, making people stop in the streets to say "omg your kid's so adorable!" And he will be so smug and proud about it

In his home, praising is a rule. So expect this child to have an amazing self-esteem (I'm jealous). He will always make sure his kid feels amazing and bonita! Because they are! ❤

His kid may grow a little entiled and bratty, and he has to count on reader to put them in line because my boy does not know how to scold a child properly

Again, he wouldn't beat his kid. He would have to rely on reader on the grounding part because in his childhood, he was never actually grounded or punished, his mother always patted his head.

He encourages his kid to express themselves with hair, clothes, makeup, whatever gender they are. His child is a mini diva

He's the type of dad that when his child gains a low score at a final, he just pats their head and say "oh that's not good sweetheart. You must be sad, let's go get ice cream!"

When his child come back to school, he immediately wants to hear any gossip going on. School gossip is the juiciest!

When his baby had its first loud as cry (aside from the ones in the hospital) he would genuinely start crying loudly too without knowing what do to and his child would stop mid tantrum to look at him like "🤨 bro"

If his child started dating HE'S SO EXCITED. So proud his kid is catch like him. But about the person they're dating.. He would be suspicious, asking lots of questions and even making a quiz for them to prove they're worthy of dating his beautiful baby child!

A funny thing is that if the kid's friend or classmates had saw a photo or Matt himself, a couple of them would be simpin on the ginger. Lol and this might stand even on high school. They friends will go like "hey step son/daughter" "bestie would it be crazy if I said your dad's kinda-"

Friend: hey (kids name), how's your dad?~

Kid*frowning*: incredibly married.

Friend: aw, still? God dang it-

Matt it's a good dad tho that's for sure. He just needs to be more firm

Maybe the child might be a half-vampire too!

In that case, at night they would go flying together as bats in a son/daughter and father bonding <3

He's those dads that styles their kids hair for school like they are a princess/prince

Cutest kid on kindergarten, I swear

MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION AGAIN 🗣️🗣️

He would probably answer with things like "*pats head* you'll learn when you're older sweetie" or "i put a little seed on your mothers belly, that seed grow and then unbuttoned on a beautiful flower. You!" (I put mother but it can be gender neutral somehow)

When Matt pleads for something, he does puppy eyes since he was little. His child has the same habit. Reader is fed up in the supermarket while their kid and their grown-ass husband are giving them a puppy look to make them buy more candy/cereal/or literally anything

Not everyone might have this bless, but Matt can be a good listener. Especially to his precious one. Not the most gracious with coherent words but very good at physical comforting

If his child got excluded, bullied or picked on, he will call the kid and their parents and literally GO FOR THEIR NECKS (vampire joke not intended but oh well-). ROAST. COOK. THEM

If his child got into a fight he will be running at them on lightspeed and jump on them, grabbing their face and looking around it saying "is your face okay!?"

His kid would have like, a pile- no. A mountain- nah. A TSUNAMI of toys, stuffed animals, dolls, you name it. He love giving his child lots of things they probably won't need

His kid is popular. If not, don't worry you'll get there someday! Your #1 cheerdad is rooting for you!!

Even with all the spoiling, his kid would eat impressively healthy. Despite Matt being spoiled himself, I think he doesn't got a childish appetite. Not now at least, since he calculated that eating healthily would make him more youthful and pretty.

But oh beware with that baby on his clumsy hands... He had lost your child more than four times by simply looking away for a second.

This baby would be gladly planned

Now, about the gender, I think Matt would prefer a girl. Shoo you stinky boyz. Jk

But he's more in sync with his feminine side. Which isn't a surprise because he masters girl talk, and it's the best boy friend to rely on when your besties are unavailable

Tho he's not opposed to a boy. Ofc not!

But nothing, NOTHING can convince me otherwise. Matt would be a twin girl dad. Hear me out

He and his two little princesses

My heart is melting aa-

Ahem, about number, I think he's limit would be three or four. I feel like he would like a big family.

Matt is such a pookie dad in the end of the day. He gots its flaws but he's learning! And your kid might be a little spoiled but they're surely happy and healthy as you. Ah what a silly loving family indubitably.

So uhhh... Now I was supposed to make Tord's part but it's late and I'm running out of ideas so... Maybe keep it for a next time or part 2? Probably won't happen because like, literally two to four people see what I post so.. That's it, thanks for reading! 💞💞

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poppadom0912 · 1 year ago

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Drugssss

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, bad police, swearing

Summary: Swear to God, the drugs in your bag, they're not yours.

A/N: This was written very suddenly, plot very random but it is here! Hope you guys enjoy this a lot, my exams have finished for the mean time so I'll try writing more. This title also makes no sense but i have no more creative juices left in me. By the end of this, it gets very cringe and ew so pretend it doesn't exist pls😭

It had been a long day and all you wanted to do was go to the firehouse and sleep in Kelly's bunk, maybe even have a snack depending on who cooked.

But alas, somehow, at the end of the school day, you found yourself in the back of a police car in handcuffs, being driven to the police station.

For the past few months, any drug dealing and drug intake had increased in your school to such a point that all of a sudden this morning, police were at the school doors searching everyone as they entered, looked for any sort of suspicious activity during the day and do a final search as you all left.

For you, the entire day had gone smoothly till about 15 minutes ago when they were searching your bag. You were more than one hundred percent confident you were safe. One because you'd never come across drugs in the seventeen years of your life, two because you live with firefighters and most importantly, your older brother was a lieutenant. Drugs were an easy death sentence.

The Ziploc bags they found in your backpack, they caught you so off guard you thought you were hallucinating but then they asked you to walk them to your locker and they wouldn't take no for an answer.

When you didn't move immediately, they started pushing you, one hand on your back and one on your bicep. You were so shocked that their tight grips went unnoticed.

Opening your locker to them, you didn't need to look, you could feel their eyes burning into your head.

Fast forward to now and you were being dragged inside the station like an uncooperating toddler having a tantrum. You had your own two feet and hadn't fought them once. Why were they being so harsh with you?

You hadn't even realised the exact location till you were stood in front of a desk and the policeman with a tight grasp of your arm had said a name you recognised.

"Trudy!"

The Sargent did a double take, looking at your bewildered as she looked past the officer as if he wasn't even there.

"Junior." She said affectionately, calling you the name everyone had dubbed for you basically since birth. Your name was only ever uttered when in trouble or when anyone, mainly you were distressed.

"Officer." Trudy sternly addressed the man, voice firm with her face set in stone. "Care to explain why you have my niece in cuffs?"

The second officer stepped up from behind you, shaking the clear evidence bag in her eye line.

"Burgess!" Trudy called for the brunette officer who was making her way up the stairs. "Take Y/N off their hands please. I need to call Severide."

Kim's eyes widened in shock when she saw you. Without any further question, she came down and gently steered you towards the intelligence bullpen.

"It's alright Y/N, we'll get this all sorted, don't worry."

Her words alone comforted you, her kind hands so gentle you felt imminent relief.

*****

You didn't even need to see Kelly to know he was there. You could hear his raised voice laced in anger, tinged with worry and concern for his baby sister.

His boots running up the stairs followed and soon enough, all your senses were being flooded by him.

"Thank goodness your okay." He sighed, kneeling in front of you so he could inspect you properly. "Oh God Y/N, are you hurt? Are you-" He cut himself off when your bottom lip trembled.

"Oh Y/N." Opening his arms, you easily fell into his welcoming embrace. Such a bug bringing you comfort and safety the same way your entire life.

"I'm here now." He said, face resting in your hair as he spoke to only you. He pressed a light but assuring kiss when he heard the tell-tale signs that you were about to start crying. "I'm going to fix this, I promise Y/N."

"They're not mine." You mumbled into his shirt collar, squeezing your eyes shut as to prevent any tears from spilling over. "You have to believe me Kels- I would never-"

"I know, I know." He shushed you, rubbing his hands over your bare arms, his motions stopping when he noticed how red your bicep was with specifically shaped indentations.

"What the fuck?!" He gently inspected your arms, making you pull back in confusion, your own eyes widening at the red hand marks and nails indents.

"It doesn't hurt-"

"That doesn't fucking matter." Oh- He was more than angry now. Livid didn't do him justice. When Kelly got angry he got loud and even violent but right now, he was silent, unmoving in his fury.

You were too scared to ask what he was going to do next.

"Hey Junior how- oh shit." Matt swore, smile disappearing as soon as he stepped into the breakroom and caught sight of your arm in Kelly's hand.

"Shit indeed." Adam added, appearing out of nowhere spooking all three of you.

Whipping your heads up to look at the officer, he smiled and apologised sheepishly. He held up a key in his hand, "Let's finally get your hands of these cuffs."

Despite your previous teary eyes, your mood improved at his words as you pushed your wrists in his direction eager to get your hands free.

Kelly grumbled at the sight of your red and raw wrists, a definite sign that they had been put on too tight.

"So, we've made some progress."

*****

Witnessing Matt trying to calm Kelly down, holding his elbow so he didn't do anything stupid would've been hilarious if your wrists weren't so sore, but the sight did ease the pain somewhat.

The two men had been glaring at the stupid teenage boys who didn't even have the decency to look chastised or shameful or anything of the sorts when they were caught and taken in by intelligence.

As it turns out, it was as easy and simple as checking the school security cameras to find out who planted the drugs in your locker and bags.

Apparently, you weren't their only target.

Trudy had forced the two officers to apologise to you which they did very begrudgingly which she wasn't very happy about. You glared at them, rolled your eyes at the insincere apology and outright said 'i don't accept your half-assed apology'.

Kelly would let you off for swearing on just this once occasion. This was the only exception because they gully deserved it.

"You won't be seeing these idiots for a while." You weren't too sure who Trudy was referring to, the policemen or the criminal teenage boys because she walked off before any of you could ask for clarification.

"You want to get milkshakes?" Kelly nudged your shoulder gently, a soft smile on your face when your eyes brightened up just like they did when you were younger whenever someone mentioned said sweet treat.

It was safe to say that with the people around you, no one would mess with you like that again.

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your-unfriendlyghost · 7 months ago

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Do you have Stevie hcs

Yup

tons

it’s a problem

How they met:

-Steve has always thought Evie’s pretty, but in a hallway crush way- he never really met her until the incident at the police station, when they’re both sixteen (Stevie police station meetcute is @dallasgallant’s fantastic idea lol and I love it sm)

-Evie was also vaguely aware of Steve before that, but she just knew him as Darry Curtis’s little brother’s angry boyfriend sidekick

-I talked about/drew it in this post, but in more detail, I think the police station incident went like this:

-Evie’s mom dates a lot of not so great guys. Usually they leave Evie alone, but they’re pretty abusive towards her mom. On the day of the police station incident, one of them slapped her mom in the face. So Evie punched him so hard his nose broke.

-And then he called the cops on her. So she got hauled into the police station.

-That’s where she met Steve, who was at the station because he got caught for a bit of petty theft

-Steve hears her arguing with the cops while he’s waiting for Soda to come pick him up, and when she comes out of the office and sits across from him to wait for her Mom to get her, he says something like “You know, your crime was pretty tuff.” And then he cringes because that’s a ridiculous thing to say to someone, especially a really gorgeous girl

-But Evie, who’s had a hard day, actually really needed to hear that. She was standing up for her mom, and her mom didn’t even thank her, and now the cops just yelled at her and honestly scared her for it. She’s actually started second guessing herself- like is she crazy? Should she have hit the guy? Is she in the wrong here?? So it means the world to have Steve tell her he thinks her actions were justified

-She thanks him, because she’s legit close to tears at this point she’s so frazzled

-Steve elaborates on how badass he thinks she is. He rambles about it more than he otherwise would because he genuinely thinks she��s awesome for that, but he also isn’t used to complimenting anyone (especially not pretty girls), so he thinks he’s coming off as so uncool

-But Evie needs that, actually. So when Soda comes to pick Steve up, Evie makes sure she takes note of his name/who he is, and she starts purposefully showing up at the DX to “accidentally run into him”

General relationship h/cs

-All of Evie’s friends think Steve sucks, which is okay because Evie thinks their boyfriends suck too

-Like when she tells Sylvia, who I hc as her best friend, about Steve, Sylvia’s like “Ew, really?! C’mom, him? The one with the teeth? That guy’s such an asshole, I don’t think he’s ever said anything nice in his life.” Slyvia mainly knows Steve as an annoying friend of Dally’s, who has the same temper and poor attitude but none of the cool rebel allure. (Part of this disdain is that Sylvia just doesn’t find Steve attractive, like at all, so in her head he’s just a worse person)

-And Evie’s like “You can’t say that, you’re dating Dallas Winston.” (Evie thinks Dally is both unattractive and horrible to be around)

-Steve’s friends all love Evie though

-Soda thinks she’s so cool- he’d be jealous (of both of them) if he didn’t have Sandy (for now 😭)

-Evie is the only person Steve feels comfortable showing his deeper feelings. She’s pretty open about her own, so Steve can let himself be more sensitive around her without feeling like a total sissy. I mean, he’s open around Soda too, but honestly less. He still kinda wants Soda to think he’s cool, yk? Evie though is so open about how cool she thinks he is that he can let his guard down easier. (I mean, due to traditional gender norms, especially in the 60s, it’s easier for Evie to be open than it is for Soda or Steve I think)

-They’re both pretty physical- Evie may not wrestle people or affectionately punch them, but she likes physical touch too. Just with her it’s usually like. Less aggressive. She does get a little more aggressive with Steve though to kinda match his energy (translation- they both like PDA a lot)

-Evie’s tried arm wrestling Steve a handful of times- she hasn’t won yet

-But she has carried him before lol- he’d never admit it, but he loves it (He doesn’t need to admit it tho, she can tell)

-Evie’s good with reading people, but especially Steve. She can see right through his bravado and the more preformative aspects of his personality- like how he’s always wearing sleeveless things, obsessively checking his hair, the way he’s always gotta have attention or he’ll just die- and she thinks it’s honestly so cute. Like, he’s not just a cool tough hood, he’s also a dumb teen boy. And she finds that really endearing

-Steve finds her brain really attractive, but also very much her looks. That sounds shallow- hear me out. My version of Evie doesn’t see always see herself as conventionally good-looking- she’s a mixed race girl in a very white part of town, raised by a white mother who doesn’t know how raise a non-white kid, in the 19-fucking-60s. She’s tall, and not the most thin- she’s used to feeling too big, too dark, too much, from how she looks to how she acts to how she is. So having Steve see all that- all her emotions, all her anger, her height, her hair, her everything- and yet see her as the hottest chick in Tulsa and also probably the whole world matters so much to her. She’s never felt like she fits into the proper mold of good wholesome femininity and it kills her, so the fact that Steve sees her as the epitome of The Perfect Girl makes her feel so much better about herself. (I know this attitude probably sounds kind of dated, but uh. Again, it’s the 60s. So.)

-Similarly, Steve’s not always the most confident in his looks even if he acts like he is. Being best buddies with a universally beloved guy like Soda occasionally does make him feel like he’s ugly by comparison. Especially with his teeth and height and the fact that he’s less lean and slender than Soda- Steve’s shorter and hasn’t lost his baby fat and it feels lousy. (Little bit of Steve angst- I h/c that girls have gone out with him in the past just to get closer to Soda. It seriously fucked with his head, because he was so jealous and angry with Soda, but also loves and adores Soda, and it’s not Soda’s fault that he’s good looking and Steve isn’t… ) (Steve is still perfectly alright looking, even if Soda’s more conventionally attractive- but he’s also less friendly/charismatic than Soda) Anyway, having Evie go for him over Soda feels like a big deal- It’s happened before of course, but never with a girl he liked as much as he likes Evie

-Steve used to like reading, but he slowly stopped over time because he’s a JD and books are for sensitive babies like Ponyboy. But when Evie recommends books to him, he reads them and talks to her about them. He wants to understand her and all the things she loves

-In turn, Evie talks to him about cars- she likes cars too, but admittedly not as much as Steve does. Still, she’ll go with him to every motor show and often helps him out at the DX. She used to help her dad work on cars back when he was alive, and so she knows about as much about them as Steve does anyhow

-In springtime, Steve steals flowers from his neighbors’ yards and leaves them in Evie’s locker at school

-One time Ponyboy and Two-Bit catch him with the flowers, and they both make fun of him so hard for “going soft”

-Legit though, for Evie, he is completely soft. She could stab him if she wanted and he’d thank her (she would never do that but you get the idea)

-One time she convinced him to let her do his eyeliner. He thought it was ridiculous, but only protested a little- plus, it meant getting to stare into her eyes and admire her face for the whole time she was drawing it on, and he can’t complain about that

-When they first started dating, Steve was real insecure because he’s 5’7 and Evie’s 5' 7.5- and in the go go boots she always wears, she’s 5’9. And Dally would often make fun of him for being shorter than his girl which just made things worse. Deep down he was also kind of…physically into their slight height difference, which confused him so much. Over time though he got over the discomfort- besides, he might be shorter than her, but he’s still bigger/stronger than her so it doesn’t hurt his masculinity too much anymore

-Steve realizes he loves her when he gets sent to the cooler for lifting hubcaps. As he’s being handcuffed, Evie starts to cry- both at being disappointed in him, and from being scared for him. And for the first time since he was a little innocent happy kid, Steve reconsiders whether he wants to be a hood. Because if it makes Evie this upset…is it really worth it? And that freaks him out, because the only other person he’s ever cared that much about not disappointing is Soda

-Evie has loved him a little bit ever since they first met and he understood her when no one else did- but she falls in love with him when she’s had a fight with her mom and Steve comes over. He had been at some thrilling drag race with Soda, but he dropped everything to make sure she was okay as soon as he heard. Once he’s there, he listens to her talk, takes her seriously, and she’s never felt so understood and seen. And she knows then that she’s found someone who gets her in a way no one else does

-Evie steals Steve’s sweatshirts and jackets and occasionally even his jeans. In return, Steve wears her (more androgynous looking) jewelry- like her rings and chains and whatever. She almost convinced him to let her pierce his ears so that he could steal her earrings too- he chickened out at the last minute, less because of the pain and more because he didn’t wanna be seen as girly or gay (even though he is for Soda). Maybe someday when Steve’s older and more secure in his masculinity he’ll let her do it though

-Privately, Steve has already planned out how he’s gonna propose to her. He doubts he’ll go through with it until after Evie’s finished college, but he knows he wants to marry her someday

#the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #steve randle #the outsiders steve #the outsiders evie #steve x evie #the outsiders headcanons #headcanon #implied future steviepop but it’s so minor I won’t tag it ig #rambling #ask

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It’s funny to me because people will hate on the tcc and call it “weird!!” “Ew get therapy!!” Or call the police on them but cmon a officer isn’t gonna give a damn about some minor simply drawing Dylan as a furry or some shit

Or hating. What is that gonna do in general? Make them suddenly realize “o-oh shit I’m doing something bad!!!!!.!.!.!.!.!” I seen like a lot of it and actually it’s funny asf most times

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goatgoesmbe · 2 months ago

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what's happening in Indonesia

There’s been violence between protesters and police in Indonesia at a demonstration against a new law allowing members of the military to hold more government roles. (war criminal military president wanting to militarize the country?, shocking/s)

March 20 2025

the Indonesian Parliament passed amendments to the military law, allowing active-duty officers to hold civilian positions without resigning. This has raised concerns over potential democratic backsliding. And of course, causing mass protests to erupt nationwide. and some even international

March 23 2025

security forces used excessive force against demonstrators, including medical personnel and women, violating human rights and democratic principles.

March 22-23 2025

Press freedom is also under threat. The offices of Tempo magazine, known for its critical reporting, were targeted with intimidation. they received a severed pig's head, followed by a decapitated rat, raising serious concerns about press safety.

March 25 2025

the police hijacked an ambulance with 7 female university student, 5 people who is in critical condition and in need medical help, and 2 medical staff. The police threatened the medical staff to drive to the police office rather than hospital.

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Local news media barely show anything about the protest despite the brutality. Not because the journalists weren't doing their job, but because the press was threatened to not say anything bad about the government (the news is now showing about how hard it is to be a cop rn, and tried to gain public sympathy by showing sad police montage.. ew)

Many testimonials were saying they couldn't speak a word about it or they would be fired from their job and blacklisted from searching for other jobs

Journalists on sight were also reported to be caught by the police forces, stripped naked, and held in a secluded place (sounds familiar?).

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Why does this need to be spread?

Because this event wasn't new, we had a similar thing going on years ago, so we knew the start of a new dictatorship when we see it. And back then, our voices were only heard after a worldwide protest

Secondly, our freedom of speech is limited, because we are being watched. 100million rupiah taxes are reported used to 'watch' Indonesian online activity (so hi BIN, if youre watching this, hope u enjoy the porn I wrote)

According to twitter, many accounts were taken down and even doxxed for speaking up. One of them (a self indulgent wattpad account, posting muti chapter mpreg omegaverse fic about our corrupt president and his equally corrupt bodyguard) got their house stormed by thugs paid by a political figure, but fortunately, the person was working in Denmark at the moment. So their home was empty, and they were protected under the law of Denmark, the case was handled by Danish police source

On a bright note, there were many international news outlet covering this despite our local news saying nothing (Singapore, Malaysia, Italy, etc). And ofc, CNN and the like were obviously told to report what the gov allowed to (the propaganda).

But with it, I hope it shade light to what's our government trying to hide

also, idk why there are a lot of mpreg and yaoi drawing of them during the protests, but I'm not complaining

#tolakruutni #tolak ruu polri #tolak ruu tni #indonesia gelap #gagalkan ruu tni #cabut ruu tni #peringatan darurat #tolak revisi uu tni #tolak dwifungsi abri

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Nowhere to Hide - Chapter 5

Summary: The case seems to be at a stalemate. Even giving the final profile to the rest of your police force drums up the feeling that all of the work you’ve put in, is useless. Until it isn’t. There’s a break in the case. But not the one you had hoped for.

W.C: 3.1k

Content Warnings: Strong Language, depictions of stalking

Chapter 5

Back at the precinct, you and Hotch meet up with the rest of the team, who currently have Garcia on the line. You couldn’t help but feel like nothing useful actually came out of the fake ruse at the restaurant. Ian, the server, definitely aroused some suspicion in you, but you had no concrete evidence. It wasn’t like he was doing anything out of the ordinary for a waiter that sees you at that restaurant frequently and you had never seen him outside of that context.

And the fact that Garcia wasn’t drumming up anything on his record wasn’t helping the feeling of wasted time.

But you knew he was there, you felt it. Eyes on you the entire time, you were being watched.

“Okay, so our charming Ian Hynes, 27, born and raised in Baltimore, no college, has been working at Rec Pier Chop House since he graduated High school, in which he was a straight A student. This kid is pretty clean besides two restraining orders, one from an ex, from a neighbor who caught him watching her kids through Binoculars. Ew.”

Morgan chuffs and rolls his eyes, “Sounds like a real prince.”

“If by “Prince” you mean “Creep who thinks ‘no’ is a challenge”, then yes, he’s royalty.” Garcia quips back.

“Were either of the previous restraining orders for stalking behavior that escalated?” Reid interjects, leaning on the arm of a chair in a way that could not possibly be comfortable.

“Not officially, but there is a pattern. I’m seeing a lot of borderline harassment complaints that never went anywhere - mostly women, mostly ignored. But he is definitely consistent”

“Well that’s a classic escalation profile. This time he picked someone who can fight back.” Emily said, crossing her arms.

“He picked the wrong damn woman.” You said underneath your breath.

“Actually what if that’s part of it.” Reid Says standing up

“What do you mean?” Hotch askes.

“ Everything else has been too easy for him, which is why it escalates to killing the surrogates. He likes the challenge that you propose to him, he wants you to fight back, it’s mostly likely an arousing factor of the chase. Inferior man dominating a superior woman.” Reid says standing at the whiteboard.

“ Detective, gather the police officers, we are ready to give the profile.” Hotch said, before gathering up files to move into the main section of the precinct.

While everyone moved out of your office, you stayed behind to gather yourself before putting on the brave face you’ve plastered on as a means to protect yourself. Derek hangs behind, noticing you facing your desk, arms crossed, and teeth grinding. He moves forward and around the desk slowly. He lets you speak first.

“ We’ve got three bodies, Morgan. Three. And it’s because of me.” You say sharply. “ We’ve got families calling everyday, the press breathing down my neck. I received an email from the commissioner earlier today. And We’re still building and delivering a fucking profile. I can’t keep telling them ‘We’re working on it.’”

You turn away from him and start pacing the room.

“ This is not your fault. I get it. Believe me.. I do. But rushing this, that’s how we miss him.”

“ So then what. It seems everything I try to catch this guy goes south. I can’t sit around anymore and wait for this scumbag to finally reveal himself to me.”

“ You keep saying you, but you’re not alone in this. It feels like you are, but you’re not.” He says, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You take a breath. “ Yeah. You might be right about that.”

He gives you a side smile, “ Of course I’m right. Let’s go deliver the profile and finally get this bastard off the streets.”

The whiteboard covered in photos, maps and strings connecting locations, gets rolled out into the room outside of your office. You stand off to the side as the rest of the precinct gathers around to listen to the BAU deliver the profile.

“First, I want to thank Detective “Y/N” for her patience as we completed this initial profile.” Hotch started “ We believe the unsub to be male, early 20’s to late 30’s, white, average build - someone who blends in with the crowd easily. He is intelligent, methodical, and patient - he watches the women he kills for days, maybe even weeks.”

“Now, what is being shown to you is sensitive information. It is imperative that this is not leaked to the media, it could cause our unsub to spiral and go on a spree or disappear. Detective “Y/N” is the target of our unsub.” JJ Says as the photos of you that appeared on your desk are passed around the room like a goddamn class project. “ The women he is killing are surrogates of the real thing. Many of you are pictured in these photographs, he knows who you are and knows you stand in the way of getting what he wants. Most likely he already knows who is on patrol at “Y/N” house.”

“This isn’t about love or obsession in the romantic sense. It’s about control. Power. He targets strong women - women who intimidate him. Not in the physical sense, but in terms of success. He feels that it should be him as the moneymaker of the relationship, but nothing in his life has allowed him to be so. So he finds ways to feel dominant without engaging directly, until his desire becomes so overwhelming that he has too.” says Rossi.

“This kind of stalker exhibits what’s called “Intimacy-seeking behavior,” but it’s warped. He creates a fantasy bond with the object of his desires - thinks he knows them, that they owe him something. When that fantasy is threatened by reality, he lashes out.” Reid says.

“That’s when escalation happens. He wants you to feel afraid. He wants you off balance. And when fear doesn’t work, he’ll get creative. That’s why he moved from the notes with a code to “Y/N” badge number to dropping off physical copies of photos. He wants you to know he’s watching. That’s a part of the psychological manipulation” Morgan adds.

“So what’s next? What does a guy like this do when he gets tired of watching?” The police chief interjected.

“If he follows his previous pattern, the next step is confrontation. Not necessarily violent, but physical proximity. A break-in. An ambush. Something symbolic to him that says: Now you see me. And with my best guess, we have about two to three days before he gets violent again, either with another surrogate or he’ll go for his real target.” Hotch hesitates before saying the last part and spares you a glance.

And with a curt thank you, the crowd of police officers disbanded.

It feels like a bomb dropped in your gut, because realistically you know his next move is you. You rub your fingers on your palms, noticing the sweat building there. You dreaded the thought of going back to your home, alone. The ease that you felt this morning had drifted away and was replaced by fear.

The sun was down, it was time for you to go home, but you were lingering in your office. The precinct was nearly empty by now, a few lingering bodies filing away the last of their paperwork. You sit at your desk, fingers tapping at the dark wood, pretending to be engrossed by the file of your own case that no longer holds any real purpose. You know the case, you’re living it.

The tasks you use to fill the time are trivial - reorganizing your files, rechecking emails you’ve already answered - but they serve a distraction, a means to delay the inevitable journey home.

You glance at the clock - it’s late, not beyond your usual hours, but late enough that anyone left at the station knows you are procrastinating. Yet, the idea of stepping into the night, of driving those familiar streets with the possibility of unseen eyes watching, keeps you rooted to your chair. Your office, with its warm lighting and predictable routines, offers a semblance of control, a buffer against the unknown that waits beyond it’s doors.

You tell yourself it’s just for a little while longer, just until the feeling passes. But deep down you know the truth: anywhere feels safer than home right now. What if you just didn’t go home tonight? You have a couch in the office, it would be easy to just lay down and…

“Are you alright?”

Hotch’s voice rips you back to reality, you hadn’t realized that you were sitting uncomfortably still, staring at the wall, fingertips tapping at the desk.

“Uhh, yeah, I’m good. Just finding a way to pass the time.”

“Instead of going home?” He saw right through you, it didn’t take a profiler to be able to see you were a nervous wreck.

“ I guess so. It’s silly of me to not go.”

“ You’re allowed to feel afraid. There wasn’t a day when I wasn’t afraid for Hailey and Jack's safety. Let’s go. I’ll escort you home.” He gestured for you to follow him as he turned and left the doorframe of the office.

It was a short interaction, but the way he checked in on you, asking if you were okay and the reassurance from him made your chest tighten and skin warm. You know he’s just doing his job but it feels nice to get a little bit of male attention, when you’re not particularly looking for it.

You try to pretend tonight is like any other, even though you know it isn’t.

The jazz record hums low in the background. Slow, moody stuff your father used to play on Sunday mornings. You put it on for comfort, but it doesn’t help. Not really.

You move through your kitchen barefoot, hoodie sleeves pushed to your elbows, fingers wrapped around a mug of chamomile tea that’s already gone lukewarm. You haven’t touched it. It’s just something to hold. Something to do with your hands. Your gun sits on the counter, closer than it probably needs to be. You keep glancing at it anyway.

The sliding glass door to the patio is locked. You checked it three times. You still keep glancing that way, watching how the curtains move with the slight breeze from the vent. You know it’s nothing, but you don’t trust “nothing” anymore.

You settle on the couch and pull the blanket over your lap, like warmth will protect you. You open that same book you’ve read a dozen times, the one with the cracked spine and the hero who always knows what to do. But tonight, the words blur, and your mind won’t stay on the page. You’re too aware of every creak in the walls, every gust of wind against the windows, every shadow that shouldn’t move but still does.

Something thumps lightly - maybe it’s the creaky old floor boards, 0r maybe not. Your hand tightens around the blanket. You don’t get up. Not yet.

Eventually, you do. You step quietly to the stairs and stand still, waiting for something to make a noise. But the room stays still. Silent.

You lock all of the doors and windows and redraw the blinds again anyway.

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table. It lights up your dark living room like a flare. It’s from Garcia.

Garcia: Still monitoring. Nothing new yet. You’re not alone. Sleep if you can. <3

You almost smile. Almost.

You set the phone face down. You stand in silence for a minute in contemplation. The phone manages to find its way back into your hand and before you know it you open the text thread between you and Hotch. It’s not much, just that single text message he had sent you this morning.

You start typing a message. Delete. Reword it. Delete.

With a sigh, you put the phone back down, unable to conjure up a single intelligent thing to write.

You won’t sleep. Not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow either.

Instead, you sit there in the quiet, the jazz record stopped a while ago, needing to be flipped to its B side, but you pay it no mind. The tea cold in your hands, waiting for the sun to rise. Because when morning comes, you get to stop being the prey and go back to being the one who hunts. There was something about that, which deeply unsettled you.

The notion of being prey.

It’s not just fear - it’s violation. The feeling of being hunted by someone you can’t see, don’t know, can’t reason with. Someone who has learned you, maybe without even stepping into your light. They know when your lights go out. When you start your car. When you rest your head.

The silence in your home, once comforting, now sounds wrong. Off. It’s the kind of quiet that hums too loudly in your ears, makes your skin itch as if your body knows something before your mind can piece it together. The corners of your home suddenly seem to darken. Shadows stretch deeper. The coat hanging on the back of the front door becomes a figure in your periphery for half a second too long. Your breath catches.

You tell yourself you’re just being dramatic. You’re protected. Right?

But there is a weight behind your thoughts, a heaviness that makes them sink. You are being watched. Whether you want to feel that way or not.

The silence has deepened. The tea is long forgotten, the book closed on your chest. You’re not really reading, not really resting. You’re just aware. Of everything.

Your phone buzzes.

Hotch: Are you still awake?

You pause before answering. You almost don’t answer, he knows you’re not asleep.

You: Didn’t realize sleep was an option.

Hotch: Unfortunately, not a new phenomenon for either of us.

You smirk. Dry humor from Hotch lands differently, like it costs him something, so when it happens, you take note. Though it seems to be happening a lot over the past day.

You: It’s quieter than I expected. Feels like waiting for something to happen.

Hotch: That’s when they usually make their move. When you start letting your guard down.

You: That supposed to be comforting?

Hotch: Not remotely. Just honest.

A pause. You shift your position, curling your legs tighter beneath the blanket. You tap out another message.

You: Do you ever get used to it? The feeling of being watched?

Hotch: No. But you learn to stop letting it take things from you.

There’s something reassuring about that—calm, not patronizing. You don’t respond for a while. You just stare at the screen, thumb tapping mindlessly trying to think of what to say in response.

You: Thanks for checking in.

Hotch: Of Course.

The “ Of course” makes you smile softly to yourself. It’s professional, sure, but there’s an air to it that says something a bit deeper. Your thumb hovers, then types before you can second-guess it.

You: You don’t strike me as the “2 a.m. check-in” type.

Hotch: I’m not.

You: So why tonight?

The dots appear. Then vanish. Then appear again.

Hotch: Let’s just say you’re not the average case file.

You freeze for a second. Not sure what to do with that. Not sure you want to unpack it. Still… you reply.

You: Dangerous territory, Agent Hotchner.

Hotch: Noted.

You place the phone on the couch beside you. No more messages come.

But you find yourself staring at the screen anyway—waiting. Thinking.

Not about fear.

About him.

You must’ve fallen asleep somewhere between thoughts you didn’t want to have and words you didn’t send. The phone rests near your hand, the screen dark, untouched since that last message.

The apartment is still. Quiet.

You’re sitting across from Hotch. The Precinct is empty, lights dimmed, the world outside blurred and distant. You’re both sipping coffee, saying nothing.

But the silence is warm. Safe. You’re at ease for the first time in a week. It’s clear that the case is finished, because he has his go bag with him, ready for his flight back to Washington. It's a goodbye.

He reaches for your hand—not a bold move, not romantic, just… steady. Anchoring.

You look down. Your fingers are dusted with ash.

When you look up, he’s gone.

The precinct fades. A soft clicking sound starts—like a camera shutter.

FLASH. FLASH. FLASH.

The next images of the dream come in camera shots.

Your House.

The hallway.

Your bedroom.

Your face, mid-sleep.

Your hand, inches from your gun but too late.

You wake with a start. The room is gray-blue with early light. It couldn’t be any later than 6am. You had only slept for a few hours. Your heart’s racing, and your neck is damp with sweat.

You sit up and instantly something’s wrong. You can’t put your finger on it, but your gut feels like solid stone.

The blanket is still on you. The door’s still locked. The window is closed.

But the air feels… off. Touched.

You move cautiously into the dining area, every step slow, your breath tightening.

Then you see them.

Photos.

Laid out like evidence on your table. Perfectly spaced. Crisp edges. No smudges.

You.

Hotch.

Together.

Not intimate—but close. Too close. A shot of the two of you at the last crime scene, shoulders brushing. Another couple from the restaurant from yesterday. One from last night, through your apartment window, the glow of your phone screen lighting your face… and his name visible on the text thread.

All written on in what seems like red marker. Betrayer. Unfaithful. Traitor. Cheater.

You blink. Your stomach turns cold.

There’s one final photo, dead center.

A candid shot of you, asleep on the couch.

A time stamp written in the same red, taken less than an hour ago.

Your gun is still on the coffee table.

Untouched.

You back away from the table, reach for your phone with shaking fingers. This house, your supposed sanctuary - is no longer yours.

You: He was here.

Delivered.

Seconds pass. Then your phone rings—Hotch.

You answer before the first full ring.

“Don’t move. The team and I are on the way.”

You don’t say anything.

You’re already looking toward the shadows at the edges of the room.

Already reaching for your gun.

Already becoming the hunter again.

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asher-agere · 21 days ago

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Hello, If you'd be okay with it, could you potentially do a small Chuuya with caregiver Adam or Murase. Stormbringer is breaking my heart rn. 🫀

I can absolutely do this! My slow answering time likely means you’ve finished Stormbringer… Has the heartbreak worsened? :3

Little Chuuya + Caregivers Adam and Murase

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⛦ Starting off with an age range as usual! Chuuya regresses to 3-7 I’m gonna say! I’ve expanded my view to give him a bit wider of an age range, previously I’ve been saying 3-6. But like. Ough bratty kiddo Chuuya I love him let him be a child… Like yes he’s a toddler, that’s why I’m not upping his minimum age. But likeeee. Kiddo Chuuya! Doing more complex big kid stuff like playing video games. I love him. I’m adding the creature to my collection (He was already in my collection)

✮⋆˙ Onto caregiver focused stuff! I can’t think of a time Chuuya would be looked after by Adam and Murase at the same time? Like it was just Murase for the longest time and then. Well he couldn’t have that anymore- Which was only shortly after he even met Adam! During the time Murase was alive Chuuya wasn’t close to Adam, therefore I don’t think the two would’ve interacted as caregivers much or at all, maybe like once? But even that’s pushing it

⛦ Starting off with Murase! He didn’t get much content sadly, but still! He was such a caring role for Chuuya! He always looks out for Chuuya’s best interests, wanting the little one to be safe! I think he’d definitely have Chuuya on a schedule of sorts to make sure he’s regressing enough. Like every other time Chuuya visits him he wants the boy to regress. Of course this could lead to Chuuya just not visiting, he doesn’t say how often Chuuya needs to visit, however he does make it very clear that he’d be really sad if Chuuya stopped visiting him. Over exaggerated while Chuuya is regressed of course! But just genuine sadness for big Chuuya, no lies or trickery

✮⋆˙ Murase has a drawer in his desk that has like a pacifier, a coloring book, and maybe a tiny sippy cup. That way if Chuuya visits him at the police station he’s ready! Murase seems like a genuinely nice guy, so I’m gonna assume his colleagues respect him at least a little bit. So if Chuuya comes over Murase can just ask for an office to himself for a bit! Or he has his own private office? Not really specified- But he’ll cover up windows and stuff so Chuuya can just relax! After all Chuuya desperately needs a break and Murase knows that all too well

⛦ I don’t think Chuuya would like going to Murase’s house. Of course Murase offers! But I feel like Chuuya would get anxious because that’s a step closer to being close to Murase. And it always hurts when he gets close to people… When he picks up on the redheads uneasiness Murase will make up some excuse like “Wait no my AC is broken, let’s just stay here” That way Chuuya doesn’t have to feel bad about turning down the offer! It honestly helps… A lot

✮⋆˙ Murase buys minimal gear for Chuuya! Like he definitely buys stuff for the kid, but he doesn’t want Chuuya fretting over money being spent on him or needing to repay Murase. It’s better to just get him a few really nice things! Though Murase definitely like, if he sees something cute he buys it for Chuuya. Completely random! Just sometimes Chuuya is given a gift the second they’re alone in Murase’s office. The little one gets super flustered and Murase just switches the topic before he gets a chance to be fussy and insist he doesn’t need anything

⛦ Onto Adam a bit! Adam is very technical and stereotypical with what he does, he assumes experiences he finds online are universal. So he like buys bottles and cute overalls and baby food and Chuuya is just like (¬_¬) “Ew” But! Adam does adapt very quickly! Chuuya mentions an interest while regressed and Adam just stores the information and instantly starts finding new stuff. Oh Chuuya likes dogs? Wonderful he’s ordered a box of dog themed agere gear that should be here in a week and he’s found a list of the top 10 dog themed cartoons. Chuuya acts really annoyed at first but… It’s actually really nice. He really feels like Adam listens to him

✮⋆˙ Similar to Murase, Adam sets a schedule! His is much more strict though, he’s very direct with how frequently Chuuya needs to regress for the sake of his mental health and he factors in anything that might require more or less time. He makes Chuuya stick to the schedule too! It doesn’t matter what Chuuya does to keep the Android out, he will find a way to get in and inform Chuuya that’s it’s time to relax. Chuuya usually has a tantrum push him into the initial slip which isn’t fun but Adam very quickly makes it better for him

⛦ I think Adam and Chuuya play pretend a lot! You know Chuuya made Adam think of him as his ‘master’? Yeah… Little Chuuya wants to be thought of as a prince! Not a king. Already had that title before and he didn’t like it. And Adam is his most trusted knight of course. But also he kind of makes Adam play as a servant because like. It’s fun to be bossy if it’s in a game! He doesn’t make any big demands, it’s stuff Adam would do anyway, but this way Chuuya gets to feel good about himself while asking for things! And Adam will start speaking all fancy like and Chuuya just starts giggling because it’s so silly!

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Why is there no Murase content? He’s so sweet :( Let Chuuya have someone that comforts him come on guys

[DNI ID: A box with a brown border, paw prints in the top left corner and Chuuya on the right side. Brown text reads “DNI if your blog isn’t child safe. I will block NSFW accounts” End ID]

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David Badash at NCRM:

Voters in Omaha, Nebraska just elected their first Black mayor, Democrat John Ewing Jr., in a historic shift, ousting a three-term Republican who has held that office since 2013. Some political observers say it’s the shape of things to come, as President Donald Trump’s favorability continues to drop and prices continue to rise, with more instability — economic and political — expected ahead. Ewing, a former deputy police chief, beat Jean Stothert, who tried to embrace the MAGA agenda without fully embracing President Trump. “Omaha’s Republican mayor Jean Stothert was a 12-year incumbent, once seen as untouchable,” observed Democratic pollster and strategist Matt McDermott. “Then she endorsed Trump, ran on anti-trans bathroom bans — and lost decisively. A clear rejection of MAGA at the ballot box.” Calling it “a fresh test of voter attitudes in a politically competitive slice of the country,” The Washington Post described Stothert as “a formidable opponent,” whom “Democrats sought to tie…to President Donald Trump’s unpopular agenda — another warning sign for Republicans in a critical battleground area.” The New York Times, describing Omaha as “a politically divided city that has outsize importance in presidential elections,” reported that “the race provided an opportunity for strategists from both parties to gauge voters’ moods — even if much of the campaign focused on municipal nuts-and-bolts issues like street paving, crime and a planned streetcar.”

Omaha threw out its Republican mayor at the ballot box, replaced Jean Stothert with Democratic nominee John Ewing Jr.

Stothert’s anti-trans campaigning, along with headwinds against her party, came back to haunt her.

See Also:

Daily Kos: Why Democrats flipping Omaha's mayorship spells trouble for the GOP

Erin In The Morning: Omaha Republican Mayor Loses Reelection Bid After Running Anti-Trans Ads

#2025 Elections #2025 Mayoral Elections #John Ewing Jr.#Jean Stothert #Omaha #Omaha Nebraska #Nebraska

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clemeientene · 2 months ago

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𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 𝗫 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗 [Yan!Hitman x Gn!Reader] [PROLOGUE]

DISCLAIMERS, WARNINGS & AUTHOR’S VERY PROFESSIONAL NOTES

this story contains:

Murder. (Casual.)

Blood. (A lot of it.)

A hitman with anger issues. (But he smells good, so it’s fine.)

A cleaner MC who is definitely not normal.

(Because why are you so good at this?)

Ridiculous yandere behavior. (Please do not attempt this at home.)

Slice-of-life. (But crime-flavored.)

--Disclaimer--Disclaimer--Disclaimer--

This is a fictional work. Not real. Ridiculous. Stupid. And most importantly—for entertainment purposes only. I, the author, do not condone murder, crime, or falling in love with emotionally unavailable hitmen. (But if he smells good, I understand.) Also, I do not support yandere behavior. But Mr. Zy isn’t real, so we can enjoy this in peace. The images are not mine :D They are ither edited or they came from Pinterest.

- Regarding the Highly Suspicious Cleaning Accuracy-

Do I know how to clean up crime scenes? Heh. A secret. (Just kidding. I googled it. Also, don’t believe everything I say—this is not an expository essay, it’s fictional chaos.)

-Timeline? What’s That?-

This is slice-of-life. No exact timeline. Time flows as it pleases. Logic? We don’t know her. Now, buckle up, grab your pink apron, and enjoy the ride.

PROLOGUE...

You had dreams once.

Not, like, big dreams—nothing too delusional, nothing that involved saving the world or becoming some great person. No, your dreams were reasonable. Manageable. Simple.

Maybe get a nice job. Something where you wouldn’t have to deal with too many people (because, let’s be honest, most people are gross). Maybe a stable paycheck. An apartment that doesn’t come with complimentary cockroaches. A life that isn’t actively falling apart.

…And yet, here you are.

Veygrove City—Home of Crime, Blood, and Probably a Future Headline With Your Name in It.

Look, Veygrove isn’t exactly known for its safety. It’s the kind of place where the crime rate is so high, the police just stopped pretending they cared. Where the rich live in luxury, the poor get stepped on, and the middle class? Doesn’t exist. Nope. This is not Gotham.

This city eats people alive. And if you’re not careful, you become part of the pavement.

Which is why you tried to play it safe.

Which is why you, a completely normal and responsible 24-year-old, took an internship at a totally legit (read: highly questionable) office.

And now?

Now you’re watching your boss bleed out on his own desk.

One Hour Ago: Another Day, Another Scam

Your current job? A glorified call center scam.

Officially, the company was called "Greenleaf Financial Solutions." In reality, you were working for a bunch of sweaty, coffee-addicted conmen scamming people out of their money. You were supposed to be learning “business strategies.” Instead, you spent most of your time not touching anything (because, ew, these desks were disgusting) and trying to ignore your coworker, Greg, who smelled like expired deli meat.

But, hey. It paid the bills. Barely.

At least the job didn’t require much. You were a cleaner here, which meant two things:

You cleaned up paperwork—aka shredded anything incriminating when the wrong kind of people came knocking.

You cleaned up actual messes—which mostly meant spilled coffee, but given the shady nature of this place, you figured it was only a matter of time before you had to mop up something worse.

(You were right. You just didn’t think it would be this soon.)

Present Time: Boss Down, Hot Guy Up

It happened so fast, you almost didn’t process it.

One second, your boss—a greasy, rat-looking man named Dominic—was screaming at some very tall, very brooding man in a dark suit. The next?

Bang.

Blood. Everywhere.

Your boss slumped forward, a bullet between his eyes, and the man holding the gun didn’t even blink. Just casually adjusted his grip, exhaled smoke from his cigarette, and—without a single ounce of urgency—tucked his gun away like this was Monday.

…Okay. So. That happened.

You should probably react. Scream, cry, run, something.

Instead, all your brain managed was:

Wow. He’s hot.

Which—not the appropriate response. But in your defense, the man was ridiculously attractive in a tall, dark, and dangerously competent kind of way. Late 30s? Early 40s? Sharp suit, broad shoulders, goatee, and an expression so unreadable it could probably scare the IRS. The whole gritty hitman aesthetic was working way too well.

(Your poor, thirsty little brain was thriving in the worst moment possible.)

He turned to you.

Paused.

Narrowed his eyes, cigarette burning lazily between his fingers.

You swallowed.

So. Uh. What’s the move here? Panic? Faint? Run?

Apparently, none of the above. Because, instead, this absolute hell of a man reached into his pocket, pulled out a sleek black business card, and slid it across the desk—right through the blood.

"Want a job?"

You stared at him. Then at the card. Then back at him.

The blood on the card was fresh—approximately 4 minutes old (judging by viscosity and color).

And, God help you, all you could think was: Wow, he smells expensive.

You picked up the card.

You flipped the card between your fingers, the blood smearing just a little. The edges were crisp, the lettering elegant—nothing cheap, nothing rushed. Classy.

Zy (No last name. Just Zy. Mysterious.)

Underneath, a phone number. No title, no company name, no unnecessary details.

Simple. Efficient. Very much "call this number and you're in a crime syndicate now."

You looked up. He was still watching you, deep blue eyes unreadable, cigarette smoldering between his fingers.

His hair—just slightly gray at the temples—was neatly combed back, and that mustache? Oh. Oh, it was working for him. Distinguished. Refined. Daddy-coded.

(I should not be finding this man attractive.)

But, hey. You were jobless now. So.

You: "What kind of job?"

Zy’s lips quirked—barely noticeable, but it was there. Amusement? Interest? Hard to tell. His voice, when he spoke, was deep. Steady. A low timbre that made you want to lean in, just a little.

Zy: "Cleaning."

A pause. You narrowed your eyes.

You: "Cleaning… what, exactly?"

He exhaled, the scent of expensive tobacco curling between you. Then, as if he wasn’t offering something completely insane, he gestured loosely toward your ex-boss’s corpse.

Zy: "This."

Ah.

You tapped the card against your palm.

You: "…So. Just to clarify. You’re offering me a job to clean up… murder?"

Zy: "Crime scenes, evidence disposal, asset management." He paused, then added, "And occasionally, laundry."

…Okay, what?

Your brain did a small, polite error 404 before catching up.

You: "Laundry."

Zy: "Dry cleaners can be unreliable."

You blinked.

This man—this deadly, extremely well-dressed, unreasonably attractive hitman—was out here committing murder and complaining about bad customer service?

Honestly? Fair. Dry cleaners were a scam.

Still, you kept your expression neutral.

You: "And what’s the pay?"

Another hum. Zy took another slow drag of his cigarette, then—carefully—leaned forward just enough that you could smell the faint cologne beneath the smoke. Musky. The kind of scent that stayed with you.

He tilted his head slightly, watching you like he could already predict your answer.

Zy: "More than this place paid you."

…Alright. You weren’t dumb.

One job had you making minimum wage while surrounded by fraud and Greg’s questionable hygiene.

The other? Significantly less legal, but significantly more lucrative.

And—objectively speaking—you were good at cleaning. Great, even. You could erase bloodstains, scrub out evidence, dismantle crime scenes with the efficiency of a damn forensics team.

And if you happened to have a dangerously attractive, mustached employer with deep blue eyes? Well.

That was just a bonus.

You slipped the card into your pocket.

You: "When do I start?"

The slowest smirk. Zy stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and—without another word—walked past you, already expecting you to follow.

So.

That’s how you got hired by the most dangerous man in Veygrove.

Neat.

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hearts4golbach · 1 month ago

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Picture Perfect. // Chapter 5.

TBP!Gerard Way x AFAB!Reader.

Warnings:

descriptions of gore, smoking.

Word count:

1.6k

Your whole body ached as you walked into the office with no more than 3 hours of sleep. The case was fucking you up. You didn't remember the last time you had truly gotten good sleep. Your leg hurt most of all: the wounds were still fresh and rubbing against the bandage and fabric disgustingly, like sand-paper biting into your flesh.

"Woah, you okay, Y/n?" Iero shot up out of his chair to meet you at the entrance.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Frankie. Why?" You leaned against the doorway, taking as much pressure off of your leg as you could.

"Because you're fucking limping, dude!" He let out a small laugh. "Did you and Gerard finally make up?" He winked.

You rolled your eyes, pushing past him to go sit at your cubicle. "Ew, he wishes." He followed you back, sitting in Ways chair next to you. "I actually hate him. He's such a nerd, like, why does he care so much about this? And his hair is really fucking stupid, don't even get me started."

He smacked his lips. "Uh huh. I talk about people I hate all the time, too."

You rolled your eyes with a scoff. "I do not talk about him all the time."

"You kinda do, like just now." Frank crossed his arms, not bothering hiding the winning smirk on his face.

"You brought it up! Why isn't he here, anyway?" You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap as you awaited a response.

"Why?" He laughed. "You miss him?"

"Oh my god, no!" You shoved his shoulder. "Go back to work, Iero."

His hands shot up in defeat. "Just saying! How do you expect me to take you seriously when there's a bouquet of flowers right in fucking front of you. It literally says from Gerard right there!"

You shooed him away, waving your hands wildly. "Go away."

He shot you a wink. "Whatever you say, sugar." Frank tried his best Agent Way impression before going back to his desk.

You rolled your eyes and turned to the flowers. You hadn't even noticed them at first whenever you were caught up in your conversation with Iero. He was right, too. The tag read 'to: Y/n L/n. From: Gerard Way.'

You flipped the small piece of paper over. Way had written a small note on the back: 'for the worst partner in this investigation' with a winky face. Your face felt like it was burning. No man had ever gotten you flowers, and you definitely weren't expecting Way to be the first. Whatever part of you that wanted to be angry at his note had seemingly disappeared. You were completely taken aback. That was the last thing you were expecting to see today. Not to mention, the flowers were gorgeous.

You shoved down the butterflies that had previously erupted in your stomach.

You snapped out of the trance you were in and logged into your computer. You checked your email to see it was empty, per usual, and filed a report to have the glasses scanned for fingerprints.

You didn't have much else to do but sit and wait. You had little to no evidence: a note and a pair of glasses weren't enough to find or convict anyone. You leaned back in your chair with an exasperated sigh.

"Y/n, I just called Way. There's been another murder downtown." Franks eyes were wide. "Gerard is already on his way down."

You whipped your head over to look at Iero. He seemed to be sweating at the mention.

You quickly slipped on your jacket. "What the fuck, okay. Okay." You muttered under your breath. "Do you know if it's related to our case?"

"The police described the bodies as 'barely recognizable, all the skin on their faces was gone.'" He explained, following you to the front.

Your body grew heavier and heavier with each step. You had a bad feeling about the whole situation. You prayed this wasn't related to your case, but there was really no doubt about it.

The ride there was silent. Radio static hummed softly in the background as you zoned out. You always hated autumn. It felt too gloomy, and it didn't help that you were already a gloomy person yourself.

You mentally prepared yourself for the gruesome scene you were about to walk into. At least, this time, you weren't going in blind.

Police tape and flashing red and blue lights came into your vision as you turned the corner. You parked in the side of the road, your gaze immediately falling on Detective Way.

He wasn't dressed out like he usually was. He was wearing a hoodie and jeans. He had a crossbody bag, and his hood was up to hide his messy white-silver hair. As his eyes met yours, he took a long drag of his cigarette.

He walked towards you, putting his cig out on the cold cement. "I didn't think our guy would strike this soon. It was less than a week ago that we found the first victims."

You huffed, "I know. It's bizarre, honestly."

Way followed you inside. You tossed him a camera and gripped your own. You held it so tight that your knuckles were white: nothing could've prepared you for the sight you saw as you walked into the living room.

The stench of death was sickly sweet, something you had smelled more times than you would like. It made you want to vomit. That, accompanied by the visual, made you throw up in your mouth. A mother and child sat on the couch. The mother was holding the kid. They were both covered in blood, missing their faces and their eyes.

You took a deep breath and looked towards Way. He was already looking at you. He was trying to decipher what was hidden behind your eyes. You almost looked like you were begging, hoping all of this was a really bad dream. It was like you wanted him to tell you that. His assumption was completely right. That was what you wanted him to say, but you bit your tongue and got to work.

He began to search the room while you took snapshots of the bodies. "Why would he take the eyes of this family and not the previous one?" You pondered aloud.

"To prove a point." Way said matter-of-factly, handing you another note.

This note, in particular, was written in print. it was the nicest handwriting you had ever seen. there was a line of morse code at the bottom, but the note read, 'i have eyes everywhere.'

The message sent chills down your spine. You would never understand how one could do something so cruel for seemingly no reason.

"Can I have a cigarette?" You asked dryly. Your body felt like it could've given out any moment. You leaned against the wall behind you, looking at Way with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh, yeah." You watched as he pulled his pack out of his front pocket. He tossed it to you, his lighter stuffed inside.

"Thanks," you muttered, making your way to the front porch.

One cop sat out front in his car, but the others had just left. The clouds had made their way in front of the sun, almost on queue with the situation at hand.

You lit the cigarette, taking a long drag as you leaned against the rusty railing of the porch. The wood behind you creaked, and a new weight was put on the railing.

"How's your leg?" Way asked, taking a cigarette and lighting it.

You shrugged. "It's fine, I guess."

"Have you actually been taking care of it? Like, putting ointment on it and shit?" Smoke blew out of his nose as he spoke. It was truly a sight, one that made your face heat up.

"Why do you care so much?" You looked the other way, not wanting to look at his face any longer.

"Well," he cleared his throat, "am I not supposed to?"

"It's my leg," you replied, half joking. He simply shrugged, brushing off the subject. "I hate that, you know."

He hummed in questioning.

"I hate when you don't answer my questions."

"I think you hate a lot of things about me." He let out a sad chuckle. You couldn't help but look his way.

"Well, you thought right. What were those flowers about?" The cigarette burnt your throat, but it felt so good. You let out a soft hum. Ways face had a soft pink tint to it.

He shrugged. "'Dunno. Just felt like it, I guess."

"Uh huh." You replied, amused. Could you ever get a straight answer from him?

"I just -" The slamming of a car door cut him off mid sentence. Both of you spun around to see what the commotion was.

"Sir, you're not allowed past the tape." The officer instructed, looking up from his notebook.

A man stormed up to the officer. He looked as though he had just gotten off of work. He carried a briefcase and a water bottle. His hair was disheveled, and his tie slightly loose. "What the fuck is going on? Where's my wife? My boy?!" His voice raised as he got closer to the officer.

You and Way watched in shock as the situation escalated. Shit. "Sir, I need you to calm down."

You stomped out your cigarette before walking down, crouching under the police tape with Way not far behind you. You and Way looked at him with nothing but sympathy plastered across your faces.

"Sir, I'm detective L/n and this is detective Way. Your family was found dead this morning."

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xan-izme · 2 years ago

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Across the Spidervers x Venom!femReader {Bad ending}

(Reader is Māori)

Summary: Reader was one of the Spidey's that helped Miles save his city from disaster. She returns home, a little while later, Gwen comes to recruit Reader. But this don't go very well.

TW: character death, mental health, trust issues, betrayal, cursing, held captive, traps, mentions of killing

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You were Spider woman. Yes, you knew that. Your uncle knew that and your friends from other dimensions knew that too! Friends who you missed dearly.

The life as Spider-woman would be tiring at times, but the felling of knowing that the city where your family and many other families live are safe; Was something you needed to know an able to sleep.

But you felt so alone. Missing your friends, missing swinging through a city with them and defeat evil. Joking around and the small meal breaks. You haven't been able to connect with others that much after becoming Spider-woman, it seemed like crime happened everywhere every day.

One day, when you were going against another villain, who was actually a very new one to you.

"So uh, what are you supposed to be? --" You swung up in the air, dodging the attack.

"Some, Super . . .goo?" You watched as dark gooey liquid drip off from it's deformed body.

'Ew'

"You . . . die!" The monster shouted. The thing picked up a large bolder from the wrek and threw it twards you.

You shot your webs at the bolder and jumped up, throwing it right back at it.

"That's not a really nice thing to say man." You continue with your witty comments when trying your best to take down the monster. Then suddenly, the thing begins to glitch. This gave you a little heart attack, knowing the feeling all too well.

"I see, you're from another dimension." You mumbled as the monster's glitching was a little long.

Suddenly, the gooey thing shot itself at you. Luckily you got out the way. But the goo stuck onto you, making your foot and hand stick to the ground and wall.

"Mother--nature!" You shout in frustration.

"Spider-Woman!" You hear a familiar voice shout. You quickly turn your head to see your father, captain of the Brooklyn police force. You clear your voice before speaking in a deep voice.

"uh- Stand back! no need for assistance Captain l/n!" You shout back at your dad who had other officers behind him, ready to engage. You used all of your strength to get your foot out of the goo that had harden instantly. After breaking your foot free. You kicked at whatever the gooey monster threw at you.

Suddenly, some portal opened up. Thats when a figure quickly shot out of it. It didn't take you long to realize who it was.

"Gwen!" right when you and Gwen were away from the civilians, you couldn't help your excitement to hug the living hell out of the blond. Gwen laughed.

"It's nice to see you too." Gwen laughed out as she hugged you back. Gwen began to tell you about the Spider Society and how she wanted to recruit you. She told you the higher up wanted to meet with you about a serious situation that was to happen in your universe.

You got concerned for a moment. You cared about your city and everyone in it. So, if your wold is in trouble, then you would of course get involved.

Gwen gave you a day pass bracelet so you wouldn't glitch like crazy. Before entering the portal, you looked back, wondering what your other family members were doing at the moment. Hoping they would be safe.

The Spider society was honestly amazing. You met and had some fun with people who were like you. You felt so happy, smiling non-stop. Gwen laughed as you acted like a child in a candy store.

Then you both stopped big doors. "Miguel said he wanted to meet with you alone. Y-you alright with that?"

You smiled, a little nervous to meet the big boss of this whole thing. But you reassured her and walked in alone. Before the doors closed, your turned around and gave her a thumbs up and said, "Wish me luck."

The doors closed. It was a little dim, but you were able to see good enough. You breathed in and calmed yourself down, pulling your mask down and walking to where you see more light coming from a specific spot in the big room.

"Uh- H-hello? Mr. O'Hara?" You see a man in a dark blue and red suite. The aura around the man made you nervous, his built just added on to your little fears. You cleared your throat and straightened up.

"I'm Y/n L/n. I was told you wanted to see me . . . sir?" Miguel got closer to you with a stoic look on his face.

"We know who you are kid." Miguel spoke. You frown at the word 'we' and search the room and see a woman who was. . . pregnant. You were a little confused, and worried.

"Um. . . don't y'all get like, paternity leave or something?" You pointed out at the woman. Miguel ignored your comment.

"Where's Gwen?" His words sounded like a question, but not at the same time. "She said you wanted to see me alone. Hey, I kind of need to be back soon. No disrespect sir, but I got school and stuff. . . " You cringed at how dumb you sounded.

Miguel and the woman in the room gave each other a look.

Miguel began to explain the problem.

Apparently, ever since your time in earth 1016, your experience there had changed your mindset on a lot of things, including certain things that were a part of your 'canon' as Miguel called it.

"What . . . what's wrong with that?" You were generally confused, what part of your canon did you accidentally prevented.

Lyla then showed multiple canon events, all the same, all that had happened in different universes.

"Every Spidey loses someone, most of them fall in love and most of them lose that lover. For you, your canon involves family members."

"What?"

"Now we don't know which of your family members would die--"

"The hell, if that supposed to make me feel better!?" You were getting upset, rightfully so.

"Look kid, we know this is hard for you to take in." The woman known as Jessica spoke up. ''But you are your own anomaly, the more you stay with your family the way you are doing at the moment, the more damage you'll inflect on your world."

"Wha- . . . You can't just tell me one of my family members are going to die and tell me not to fucking interfere. My mother is pregnant! my siblings are literally toddlers, my dad- he just got his new position as captain." Your mind was going into a panic, you can't lose any of them. Your family was your whole world, you already lost someone you can't afford to lose again. You know deep inside if you lose anyone else, you'll brake.

And there is nothing you are more afraid of then braking.

Miguel sighed. "I'm sorry kid, but let's be honest. If it weren't for Miles Morals, you wouldn.t be in this situation." Miguel spoke as multiple other Spider people surrounded you. You frown and look around to see all of them.

"What . . . what's going on? . . . Where's Gwen!" Suddenly a gadget was tossed to your feet. And before you could react, a forcefield was put up around you.

And that, that is when you freaked out.

"Once this timer goes off, that is when we set you free. Just a few days kiddo."

Your eyes shifted to the timer. 2 days.

You shouted, banged on the forcefield, used as much strength as you could to try and get out.

"LET ME OUT! GWEN! GWEN HELP ME!" You shouted for your friend. You shouted for help. But alas, no aid came to you.

"Please Y/n. The more you struggle the harder it will be for us." You hear someone say, but you ignore and keep slamming your body against the transparent walls.

Then suddenly your Spidey senses tingled. You look around the room, then you noticed a familiar white and black suit. "Gwen! Gwen help me! Please help!"

Gwen walked up to you. She stared you in the eyes, your face expression dropped when you noticed the look of pain in her eyes. Gwen held herself and turned away from you. "Gwen . . .?"

"You did good Gwen." Jessica began to pat Gwen on the back. Your eyes widen in utter disbelief. "Gwen? Gwen!" You began to bang on the forcefield, tears already threatening to fall. Your face was covered by your mask, but everyone can hear your voice cracks.

Betrayal was all you felt as you continued to try and claw out of the forcefield, for a moment you were almost successful. Then Miguel was able to put on hologram like chains to chain you on the ground to prevent you from clawing at the barrier.

The timer went off. You watched the multiple zeros blinking. Your body felt limp, weak as the forcefield and chains disappeared. Miguel had opened a portal. You ignored him and Jessica as you chanted the names of each family member, slowly going through the portal.

The moment you stepped through, it was chaos. Your families' names repeating in your head praying to all the Gods you knew of to please spare your family.

Finally, you found a familiar body, laying limp under some ruble. Swinging down quickly, you used your strength to get the man free.

Taking your mask off, you lifted the upper half of your father's body.

"Papa" You whisper out. Moving away his hair that was in the way of his face. His eyes slowly opened to see you, his beautiful strong daughter.

"Y/n . . . ko Koe." His voice was small, but firm. You smiled through your tears.

"Yes, it's me." Your vision would get blurry here and there, but the tears would immediately fall the moment you blinked.

"You are in trouble. You were late for dinner." Your father reached up to cup your face. Just for him to pinch your cheek. Even when close to death, he still scolds you.

It didn't take long for him to lose consciousness. You cried and held his body close. Rocking back and forth as you prayed and prayed. Begging for any god to help you.

You didn't notice Gwen slowly approaching you. She mends down and watches as you cradled your father's body in your arms. Gwen reached her arm out and held your shoulder.

"We have to go, before the police get here--"

"Tuku- Tukua--"

"We need to go Y/n--"

"Tukua ahau!" You smacked her hand away and stood up. Hot tears running down your face.

"I whakarerea ahau e koe!" You began to shout in your native tongue. Frustrated, hurt, betrayed.

And the feeling of dishonor you had brought onto yourself was the worse feeling overpowering everything else.

"You are no friend of mine.''

Those words shattered Gwen.

"Leave. GO! Never return." Gwen stumbled back as you returned back to your father. Holding him back in your arms, half expecting him to hold you back.

Overtaken by grief and betrayal, you refused to let the Spider society to help with the anomalies, only you deal with them and send them in a portal back to HQ.

You gained a new power, discarding your tittle as 'Spider-woman', and taking on the tittle 'Venom'.

Venom was, well-- Venom was a handful at first. But Venom helped you become stronger. Helped you defend your city and your family.

Your family took a big hit by the loss of your father.

Sighing as you sat down on the clock tower. Looking over the city, wondering how Miles was doing. Hoping the boy didn't get caught up with Gwen and Peter B.

Miles was probably the only one you still saw as a friend.

'Hungry'

You groan "We already ate Venom."

'You call that food? That was nothing but a maar snack. I want something more! something fresh~"

"Okay one, ew. Two, I'm on a diet."

You hear Venom scoffed. 'Your diet is ew' Venom spoke in a mocking tone. Causing you to roll your eyes.

Out of nowhere, a portal opened up. You were fast on your feet. The portal was a little different from the others, making you stay on guard even more. That's when Multiple Spider people came out.

One specifically that came out angered you in multiple ways. You stayed in place, staying silent.

"Y/n! we need your help!" Gwen came running to you. You silenced out her words and focused on the panic and desperation on her face.

You wonder, if you could just reject her, shun her out and watch the look of despair take over her. That sounded very satisfying.

"Please, say something. Anything! I know what I did was unforgivable, but--" You stayed silent as Gwen was practically begging.

You look up to see some old friends, and new people. You stared at Peni for a moment.

You passed Gwen and walked towards the young teen who was in a new model of her robot.

". . .Nice ride."

Peni's eyes widen at the familiar words that brought back a nice memory. Peni chuckled "Thanks. . . nice suit."

The two of you shared a few seconds of silence. Peni jumped out of the robot and hugged you. You were quick to hold her tight.

You're not blind, it's clear all of you have suffered one way or another.

You set Peni down.

You turned your head to Gwen.

"I have told you to never return." You spoke, your back still faced to the blond. "I know! But Miles-" Gwen was cut off by your hand that rose up to silence her.

"I know of Miles and his situation. But I have my universe to protect. A family I need to keep alive." You walked further away from the group. Venom forming in and taking over at the last word.

"My answer will be the same answer you gave me when I begged you for help."

You will not forgive the ones who hurt you, betray you or your family. Right now, you don't care about anyone else but the ones you have now. You refuse to risk it. Refuse to gamble the lives of your siblings and mother.

And never, will you ever risk your honor, and the honor of your father.

Okay, before ya'll bash me about the Māori part, I know adding on a culture is a little off for many. I just wanted to add on a Māori reader because I don't see many representations of them. So, if any of my Māori readers dislike this, I will gladly change it.

#atsv x reader #Gwen stacy #angst no happy ending #angst no comfort #mental health #Māori reader #venom reader #miguel o'hara #miles morales

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thesleepyfable · 3 months ago

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~ SWTD: Still Here AU Season 2 Part 15: ~

You Have to Pay:

It's finally time to wrap up Caz's arc and say goodbye to some characters.

Part 16:

Everyone waited in the car park for Caz, who wouldn't be returning. Despite knowing the circumstances, with everything that's happened these last few days, Caz's crime was something they'd forgotten about. Except for Roy and Rennick.

The pair watched Caz leave with baited breath. It wasn't anything triumphant or something you'd expect at the end of a film. Just a simple goodbye and the urge to hold back tears.

'What's taking him so long, eh?' Innes mumbled as he leaned out of the window.

Off to the side, Roy caught a glimpse of Gibbo, Irene and Jack, and behind them was Trots and Simon. All possibly saying their goodbyes. This wasn't a taxi service. Thankfully, they all lived in Gladgow and could easily make their way home via the train station. He watched their conversations conclude with a tight hug, but he couldn't hear their words. Hopefully, they were better than what Caz was telling Cait and Maidie.

'When will I see you again?' Simon cupped Trots' hand and pulled him close. 'Soon, I hope.'

'I'll be back as soon as possible.' Trots reached up and stroked Simon's face, who in turn did the same. 'Keep the house warm, and I'll bring back a souvenir.'

'From London?'

'No, I was thinking Blackpool.'

'Sea side rock, then?'

'Sea side rock, then.'

The pair leaned in for a kiss before resting their foreheads and having a moment to themselves. Of course, they didn't want to let go, but Simon still had to work and provide for them, and with this economy, this was his end of the adventure.

'Can't believe I'm going to London...'

'It's not so bad,' Simon squeezed him into a hug. 'You'll see Westminster.'

'Shut up,' Trots chuckled.

Gibbo retracted from the hug first yet held his mother and son by the shoulders. 'I promise I'll be back to pick you up from school,' he said to Jack. 'You be good until then, okay?'

'Okay.' Jack still didn't like that his father was going again, but he felt worse for what he said. The ache was still there, but he still smiled and held his head high. 'Then we get fish and chips?'

'With gravy.'

'Ew, no. With curry sauce.'

Roy found himself tapping his foot, trying to control the rising anxiety in his stomach. He suddenly felt cold, but his cheeks turned red. Muir picked up on the panic in his heart and turned his head from within the truck. His eyes narrowed, and slowly, it clicked. Of course Roy knew what was going to happen or what was happening now.

'It's Caz, isn't it?' Muir had to be sure. Roy heard and turned to the truck. 'I can hear your heartbeat.'

'Fuck,' Roy muttered. He gave himself a moment to compose himself. 'Yeah,' Roy confessed. 'He's gonna hand himself in.' That got everyone's attention, who suddenly remembered Caz's confession back on Beria.

'And you're letting him?'

'No. No, I'm not. I was just giving him a headstart.'

That was Rennick's cue, who appeared from atop a truck like a spider.

'Right. Let's go get the stupid prick.'

Caz sat in his dry cell, trying to drown out the yelling from someone down the corridor threatening to end the lives of the police who brought him in. His clothes had been replaced with a drab grey tracksuit that was several sizes too big. Caz was oddly calm. He twiddled his thumbs that were blackened after having his fingerprints taken. His mind was empty, and breathing was steady. He just wanted to get this interview over with as he stared at the handcuffs on his wrists.

Wish granted, when the door opened to a police officer standing on the other side. He motioned with his head for Caz to follow who did so without question. They walked along the corridor and back into the entrance. Caz waited, watching the other officers pass by without a single acknowledgement. The officer who led him out went to the front desk and signed a form before turning back to Caz.

'Alright. This wa-'

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Three knocks in quick succession became bangs on the glass door at the entrance. At first, Caz ignored it, thinking it was just another criminal putting up a fight, until...

'Wait!'

No. That voice. Surely the old cunt didn't come here?!

With wide eyes and a sudden shock running over his body, Caz slowly turned and saw Rennick's giant head and Roy pounding at the door to be let in. Everyone stood motionless. In any other circumstances, Caz would have laughed at the sight, but instead, he was purely shocked. No one stopped Roy figuring out the door wasn't locked, and he could walk right in. Rennick held the door open, learning from last time not to shove his entire head through a frame smaller than himself.

'Wait. Wait. Please wait,' Roy huffed. Poor bugger had practically sprinted here and nearly caused his heart to explode. He coughed and pulled himself together as best as he could. 'We can fix this.'

'And who are you?' The Sarge behind the front desk asked.

'Roy. Roy MacNair.'

'And who is that?'

'Oh that's just Rennick.'

'Christ, what the fuck are you two doing here?' Caz asked in pure bewilderment.

'You can't arrest him.'

'Sir, he handed himself in,' the Sarge said, trying his best to ignore the obvious standing at the door.

'What are his charges?!' Rennick's voice boomed, making it very clear no one could ignore him. For a moment, no one answered. Only out of wanting to break the lingering silence did the arresting officer who stood besides Caz answered.

'Assault and evading the police.'

Without hesitation, Rennick raised his voice and slammed one of his mantis arms, causing everyone, except Roy and Caz, to flinch.

'I'll pay it off!'

'What?'

'Rennick, what are you doing?' It was just shock upon more shock. Caz's eyes sharply darted around, and he was forgetting to breathe. Whilst he knew he and Rennick had mended their past issues, he never expected this. He didn't know what to think.

'How much and whatever it is, I'll pay.' Rennick hissed. 'Just give me a pen, and I'll write a cheque, or whatever the process for this is.' A pause. Rennick's anger flared. 'Now!'

Caz felt his body feel light. All the muscles in his body began to relax, and a small smile etched onto his face. He and Roy shared a look, then with Rennick, who gave him a wink. The next thing he knew, the arresting officer had removed the handcuffs that had been squeezing his wrists and told him to wait until he got him his clothes from the back. And after that, he was heading back home. It was a lot to take in. So much so that Caz ignored any locals who saw the sight of Rennick, who was also ignoring the locals staring and giving him a wide birth. Roy turned to Caz and placed a hand on his shoulder.

'You alright, mate?'

'Yeah, but,' he turned to Rennick. 'Why did you do that?'

'Because I wanted to,' Rennick replied as if he didn't just pay Caz's bail and more like he had just given him a lift to the nearest airport.

'Rennick, that was five thousand quid. I cannae accept that.'

'Do I look like I need to earn money again, McLeary?' Rennick won't boast that a few thousand pounds was mere tuppence in his bank account. 'Now go tell Suze you're a daft pillock, and we'll seya in a bit.'

No hard feelings.

Suze didn't need to wait for a knock on the door. She saw her husband approach from the window. Her mind went into autopilot, dropping the vase and startling Cait and Maidie. They expected Suze to break down sobbing, not suddenly turn and run out of the flat, causing them to follow. It was hard to keep up with their mother, but when they did, the girls saw her embracing Caz. He held her close and stroked her hair. That lingering cloud finally vanished, and the sun shone brightly.

#My Writing #Still Wakes the Deep #Still Wakes the Deep: Still Here AU

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tomorrowusa · 23 days ago

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Democrat ousts incumbent Republican in Omaha mayoral race

Omaha Democrat John Ewing Jr. upset Republican incumbent Jean Stothert in the city's election for mayor on Tuesday.

Douglas County, Neb., Treasurer John Ewing Jr. (D) has ousted incumbent Republican Omaha Mayor Jean Stothert in the latest victory for Democrats during President Trump’s second term, Decision Desk HQ projects. Ewing, who is also a former deputy chief of police for Omaha, will become the city’s first Black mayor. He denied Stothert a chance at an unprecedented fourth consecutive term in office in an election that was officially nonpartisan but featured a Democrat and a Republican facing off against each other. The city hasn’t had a Democratic mayor since 2013, when then-incumbent Jim Suttle lost his reelection bid for a second term to Stothert, Omaha’s first female mayor, who has enjoyed comfortable electoral victories since then. Her closest race was in 2017, when she won by just less than 6 points. But Democrats were hopeful about winning the race and electing Ewing. The city of Omaha and the wider 2nd Congressional District it is part of have been considered a “blue dot” where Democrats have found success in recent elections.

The Blue Dot just got more blue. 🔵

This is the latest election since Trump's inauguration where Republicans were either defeated or suffered significant dropoffs in support.

Democrats notched a major victory in a Wisconsin state Supreme Court race last month in which the liberal candidate comfortably defeated her conservative opponent. Democratic candidates in two strongly Republican-leaning House districts in Florida that same night fell short of winning but made both of their races much closer than would normally be expected. And the party picked up low-key but still major upset wins in a state Senate district in Iowa in January and a state Senate district in Pennsylvania in March.

At the New York Times, Mitch Smith provides some background on the area.

Nebraska is dominated by Republicans, but Omaha is politically mixed, with more registered Democrats than Republicans. The city is home to several major businesses, including Union Pacific Railroad and Berkshire Hathaway, and is geographically quite large, with many suburban-feeling subdivisions inside city limits. Among the 40 most populous American cities, Omaha is one of only six with a Republican mayor, according to Ballotpedia. The Omaha area is represented in Congress by a moderate Republican, Representative Don Bacon, who has survived several Democratic attempts to unseat him, including last November by just under 2 points. In that same election, Kamala Harris won the electoral vote in Mr. Bacon’s district by just under 5 points. That congressional district includes suburban and rural areas in addition to Omaha.

Nebraska is unlikely to turn blue outside of the Blue Dot. But a slight but discernible shift seems to be gradually taking place there.

Here's a clip of Mayor-elect Ewing from last night's news coverage.

#omaha #nebraska #blue dot #omaha flips to dems #mayoral election #african americans #john ewing jr.#upset victory #jean stothert #decline in support for republicans #donald trump #ne-02 #don bacon

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So skelies with a teenage daughter who is just chilling in the living room then door bell rings there daughter looks through the window then scurries off to get there dad to hopefully scare the person off once they open door it's a guy with a bouquet of flowers there daughter immediately takes out her phone clicks on a file with pictures of the same guy with other girls (clearly cheating) and shows there dad and proceeds to tell them that the guy right in front of them is a cheater and a loser and that they cheated on there bestie with there cousin.... If skelies ask how they got that information they just reply with "we have our ways" how would each skeleton react to that and how would they handle the guy at the door

Undertale Sans - He asks you what you want to do. You two can just play dead and leave the door closed you know. If you really want him to go though, he's going to be brutally honest with the guy telling him you don't want him near again and to please leave now. He doesn't want to intrude on his daughter's life so he lets them deal with the rest. If you need more help, you know where to find him.

Undertale Papyrus - He tells the guy you're not here before telling him what he's doing is not ok and to properly lecture them about this. He also informs the guy that the flowers he chose are really bad and to please learn the symbolism behind the flowers because even he is embarrassed for that guy.

Underswap Sans - He goes to open the door in his police officer suit and watches with a big smile as the guy immediately starts to panic and tries to justify why they're here. Blue doesn't say a word the entire time, eventually, the guy apologizes for no reason and runs away. Blue usually doesn't like to scare people with his uniform, but oh well, it's a little satisfying sometimes.

Underswap Papyrus - Well obviously the both of you are not home and you know what, you will be even less home the seconds he teleports the both of you to that attraction park near the beach so you can stop thinking about that idiot. Honey shortcuts the both of you for a fun day to forget this little accident.

Underfell Sans - He tells his baby to not worry about this then opens the door, making sure to look threatening and not happy to be bothered. "ya have the money kid?" "The m-money?" "ya're here for the drug right? where's my money?" He then jubilates as the teenager starts to apologize and retreat, more and more distressed as Red keeps pushing his little game, even threatening him if he dares to come back. You're not seeing that man ever again lol.

Underfell Papyrus - It's ok, he knows the power of his scary face. He assures his daughter he got this, then simply opens the door, welcoming the teenager with one of his best death glares. The poor guy doesn't even know what to say anymore as Edge is simply staring him down in complete silence, the face completely shut down, in a severe expression. He won't have to say anything actually as the teenager apologizes, says that he had the wrong house and immediately leaves lol.

Horrortale Sans - All he hears is that his precious baby is scared and that's because of that man behind the door. Despite Willow running from the kitchen to stop him when he notices his change of expression, Oak opens the door and lunges at the teenager who immediately runs for his life, chased by a very pissed-off Oak on all four, chased himself by a panicking Willow begging him to calm down.

Horrortale Papyrus - He screams throught the door to leave because he won't open. The teenager still insists so Willow opens the goose enclosure and lets his favorite guard birds take care of the intruder. Not five minutes later, the poor guy retreated into a tree, screaming for help, surrounded by 20 angry geese who are waiting for him to come down.

Swapfell Sans - He calmly opens the door, looks at the man from head to toe with a disgusted expression, says "Ew, no." and closes the door to their face, never opening it again. He agrees with you, that man doesn't deserve you.

Swapfell Papyrus - At first, Rus hoped the man would leave, but since they insisted, he went upstairs, picked a big bucket of slime, and then threw it by the window, right on the guy's face. He then chuckles and watches the show as the poor teenager starts to scream and struggle against the slime. He even invites his daughter to watch how pathetic that is.

Fellswap Gold Sans - It's ok, sweetie, he got you. He opens the door, puts his gun on the head of the teenager, says calmly that if he sees him ever again they're going to lose their brain and then casually closes the door to their face. Anyway, do you want a new luxury car to make them so jealous they're going to cry like a baby? He can do that!

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee picks your hand and drags you to his closet. You know what some people say, right? If you don't see the problem anymore, then the problem doesn't exist anymore. As long as you don't leave the closet, that guy does not exist, and when you get out with him eventually, the situation will have magically resolved itself. Trust him, he's a specialist in that.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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