#tazer fanfic

[woodle-isbae]

Freudian

Tayo " Tazer" Amusan x black!fem!reader

Contains : swearing , Reader has powers aswell , smut , make up sex , PiV , slight angst , links , Fluff at the end , overstimulation, dumbification kinda.

A/N : I needed to get this man out of my head omg.🙈

Here's pt2 of Fruedian 😜

You sat in your apartment living room , enjoying the night air that blew in from your open window , the candles that sat spread around the place and music playing softly in the background. In pure bliss as you enjoyed a half smoked joint in your night gown.

Frantic knocking on your door snapped you out of your daze , getting up from the Sofa, grabbing your gown and putting on some slippers. You peeped to see who it was , opening the door to be met with your Ex , Tayo , currently in bad condition. Probably got jumped.

"The fuck happened to you?"

"I'll explain when you help me."

You rolled your eyes before helping him inside , locking the door and setting him down on the couch , going to get a first Aid kit and a warm damp towel while he removed his bloody top. Cleaning up his wounds and bandaging any scars. Eyes glowing while you healed any vital wounds on him.

"Thanks."

"Why'd you come here.?"

Your question bringing an awkward silence between you two , he avoided your eyes and cleared his throat to atleast bring some noise other than the music playing.

"You could've had your mates take you to a hospital or even called someone else..why me?"

"Because you were the closest one here..and could heal me easily , alright."

"Fuck that , tell the truth."

You knew why he was here , he wasn't sure why but he had a strong feeling he needed to be here , taken care by you , feel you close to him once more.

"I...I missed you Y/N."

You guys had broken up a few months prior , due to him joining the Gang life he knew it would be too much for you if anything ever happened. He had cut all ties with you in hopes that you would get the message , and you did. You had known why he did it but it still hurt that he would leave unexplained.

"So you decided to come to me...after everything.?"

"I know how it looks..but I really do , I miss everything we did together"

"Taz-"

"Please call me Tayo , can't stand you using that name."

His words soft and pleadful , besides his Nan , you were the only other person he allowed to call him by his name.

"Tayo..you come back into my life expecting a diffrent ending for us , you know your gonna have to leave because of the B.S your up to."

"But it will be different this time. I swear , I'm never gonna leave again...I'll make up for every month I was gone , please."

He moves closer to you , his words genuine as he held your hands up to his chest. He looked at you , he was willing to try and change everything just for You.

"Tayo..I just don't kno-"

"Jusy let me make it up to you."

He was so close now , both your faces nearly touching , noses burshing against each other and eyes scanning your face for any reason not to say yes. You gave him , eyes shutting and kissing him , hands on the sides of his face.

You found your legs locking around his waist , your kiss going from innocent love to pure lust and intimacy , both of your hands searching for anywhere to be situated.

His lips traveled down from yours to your neck and down your body , hands roaming over the thin night gown you adorned apon your body. He trailed down until met with your lacy panties.

He kissed your inner thighs , playing around with the hem of your panties before removing the piece of clothing and placing a few soft kisses on your Clit.

"Tayo..stop teasin' me.."

"Just relax f'me , yeah?"

He began sucking on your clit , occasionally letting his tongue venture lower towards your entrance, his hands holding your legs back while he devoured you.

"Ouhh-shitt! I'm gonna cummm"

"You can do it , cum all over my face"

The vibrations of his voice adding onto the pleasure his mouth was working. Hands flailing to grip onto any surface as your hips grind against his tongue , legs shaking in his grasp.

"Right there- yesyes- Tayo!"

With a scream of his name you you came all over his lower face , drenching his chin with your essence , his tongue still working its way into you. His movements not giving out , determined to bring more than one Orgasm out of you.

"Tayo , wait- I'm sensitive!"

"You can take one more , I belive in you"

He only stopped to speak , diving back between your legs to lick up your juices , letting go of your thighs , allowing them to lock around his head in attempt to remove him.

It wasn't long before you were shaking against him , hips chasing that second orgasm you knew would be ground breaking , his jaw moving as fast as it could to catch up with you. Inhuman the way he had such skill to have you shaking like this.

You were catching your breath whilehe shuffled around out of your sight , too far in bliss to care what he was up to next. You felt his weight shift onto you and looked down to see him lining up with you

"I fucking..missed- you"

His words choked out as he entered, catching his breath before moving his hips in slow thrusts , face buried in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent like it's the last time he ever will.

"Fuck-Tayo please!"

"Uhuh , you missed me too , yeah?"

His voice shaking , giving you deep and fast thrust , unable to hold back , the passion he had for you being shown as he held you closer to him , trying to get as deep as possible into you.

"I missed you so fucking bad , I'm gonna make it up to you - shit - I'm all yours."

Each thrust forced a yelp of his name and pleading to escape your lips , overstimulated and fucked dumb to even process your own orgasm.

He had your legs in the air and arms wrapped around his neck , clawing at his back while you screamed and whined for more from him. You both fucking like animals.

He had stopped his movements abruptly, pulling you as close as possible while panting into your ear. His cum shooting into you with a plead of your name.

"Oh shiittt-"

"Oh fuck- fuck Y/N"

You were both frozen in position , trying to regain some thought in your mind , blissfully content with how you evening ended up. Your face being peppered with kisses and soft touches

"I'm gonna be back."

He kissed you once more before pulling out , hissing at the sight before him , cum drooling out of you , warm and fluid as he ran down your legs. He got up from the Couch , comming back with a warm towel and water.

He cleaned you up , slipping your panties back on , he carried you to your bedroom and tucked in. He left the room for a few minutes and came back , slipping in the bed next to you.

He held you so close , as if to hold you back from running away. Spooning your sleeping body , absolutely exhausted.

"I love you."

[brittle-doughie]

Hey, i got this idea from mr peabody and sherman and want this in a short fanfic if you can. But what would the cookies reaction (plus the faeries, ancients, and beasts) when y/n literally tazed burning spice.

Y/n: burning spice leave golden cheese alone!

Burning spice: *smirked* or what? Your gonna cry about it.

Y/n: *rolls and takes tazer gun and shoot him*

Burning spice: *Scream and falls to the ground*

I would imagen their faces being shocked and funny to seeing y/n taking him out quickly.

They’d be taken aback and quite disappointed in the “Great One”. Hyped up to be absurdly powerful and will stop at nothing to proclaim his soul jam back from…is stopped with a simple taser to his body.

Golden Cheese wouldn’t take him seriously at that point, how does someone more powerful then her is getting beat with a mere device-

Shadow Milk and Mystic Flour would be the ones especially disappointed, they thought he was stronger than this. Shadow especially wouldn’t let him hear the end of it.

[thunderous-wolf]

Drunk Dazed

Installment 2 of my series of "Thoughtz"

Note: "Thoughtz" is a compilation of

drafts of fanfic that l've had in my notes

for a while. They're unedited and most are

unfinished. Since I do not feel motivated

enough to finish them, I'm posting them

all for you to read. Enjoy~

Greyscale

Part 3 of 3

Pairing: Bangchan x fem!reader

Plot: You find yourself in a strange world...

Warnings: its supposed to be a little confusing, violence, guns and shooting, tazers, death, really bad jokes

a/n: This was a goofy project inspired by

a friend that consists of three separate

stories tied together. Just like a dream.

they don't have a clear plot and are

strictly for fun.

Please DO NOT copy, translate or steal

my works.

Part 1 // Part 2

You rushed to the edge of the stage - however, it had other plans for you. The curtains were being drawn, and at their speed, there was no way you'd beat them. You collided (gracefully) into the billowing curtains. Even though they were movable, they did not let you pass to the audience. Instead, it pushed you towards upstage.

The spotlight was no longer fixed on the table, but instead, a door. You recognized it. It was the steel door that you encountered in the beginning of this mess. Perhaps it would lead you home?

You reached out for the handle of the door. This was the third and hopefully final door of your adventure. A pensive feeling crept over you as you grabbed the handle. As expected, it was cold to the touch. You twisted it and tried to pull open the door. However, it required more strength than you thought. You tried again and were successful, except the force of the door closing was greater than yours. With this, you were thrown (quite literally) into your new surroundings.

You found yourself in a hallway. The hallway outstretched a little ways to both your left and right. It was stark white just like the door, and reeked of cleaner used to thoroughly clean something. By the pungentness of the smell you could tell they had to use the cleaner several times. Just what exactly did they need to clean so often?

In front of you was a door slightly ajar. You could hear a harsh conversation coming from within. With nothing else to do, you decided to eavesdrop.

"You lost the files?!" A commanding male voice rang out.

"I'm sorry sir, he just appeared out of nowhere and caught me off guard! I-It won't happen again - I swear!" A younger sounding voice spoke.

"You're right, it won't happen again. Because you won't get the chance to."

BANG

You gasped when you heard the gunshot sound. After hearing the thud of presumably a body hitting the ground, you didn't think before you ran. You didn't care if they heard your footsteps echoing down the hallway. As long as you were far enough away...

As you rounded the corner to the next hallway, you heard a door slam open and many footsteps ascend into the previous hallway. Ahead of you was a big red exit sign. Through the small window on the door, you saw a small balcony similar to one on an old brick apartment. Knowing it was your only chance of escape, you ran to the door and didn't hesitate to go through it.

Thick city air met your lungs as soon as you were outside. You were standing on a balcony that went in three directions stretching over an old apartment complex in what seemed like an abandoned city. There was a path to your left that went on for a little bit until it changed into a stairs that climbed up the building onto another level. Another path continued straight ahead of you across a parking lot and to another old apartment complex. The path to your right kept on going until the end of the building where it suddenly ended. It looked like something crashed into the side of the building and ripped the end of the metal balcony clean off. There was a good 50ft drop from the rail to the ground, so it would be a bad idea to fall.

Abruptly, you were reminded of the dire situation. Mindlessly, your feet began to run in whatever direction you were facing - which happened to be towards the right. There was no time to turn around, as the men from earlier would surely catch you. You took a big breath, nearing the end of the balcony, and hoped you would land on something, anything. You got ready to jump, when suddenly an arm grabbed you. You were pulled by a firm hand on the small of your back into something warm.

Opening your eyes, you see that you're pulled flush against a man's chest. Looking up, you see a familiar face once again.

"Where do you think you're going, Agent y/n?" He said in a hushed voice. His small dimpled grin drew in your focus like a magnet - which was a good thing, because if you remembered how close you were to him you would have definitely had a heart attack. Before you could respond - though, you didn't know what you'd say if you did - the door to the balcony was abruptly opened and out rushed several armed men.

From where you were, they could not see you. You were hidden behind a large pillar-like thing that jotted out two feet and hid you from view. You were standing on a small ledge that wrapped around the building. It seemed as if these buildings were old enough that the ledge could crumble, but that was lower on the list of things running through your mind.

"Where'd she go? Spread out and search for her! You. Go that way. You three check the ledge and see if she jumped. The rest of you with me to the main building! We can't let her escape!" An authoritative voice said from not too far away.

You held your breath as the footsteps got closer. They wouldn't notice you if they just looked from the edge of the rail. But if they peeked around the overhang...

"I don't see any evidence of her jumping. There's nothing for her to land on, and a fall would kill her from this height."

"Let's go back and search the area."

At that they turned around and went back towards the center balcony. The breath you'd been holding that time was finally released. You looked up at the man with you. You were still trapped in his grasp, and with his muscles, there's no way you could wriggle free without falling. He noticed you staring and smiled.

"Hey, the time for ogling is later. We need to get outta here." He said playfully. He then let you adjust over to the right of him so he could lead the way out - which happened to be continuing on to the next side of the building. Thankfully, the ledge was two feet wide so you didn't have to worry too bad about falling. "Follow me."

Still rather shaken from your previous proximity to him, you wordlessly follow his lead. He was moving quite fast for being so high up in the air, but then again, he did talk to you like you were an agent of some sort... Agent or not, you had to catch up. He had already rounding the corner of the building.

Vzzzzzzzzzz- Pk!

After carefully climbing around the corner, you see that he had shot something between a zip line and grappling hook across the empty highway and to the lowest level of the building across from us. He was hooking on a handle when a bunch of enemy recruits appeared on the other side of the building.

"There they are! Seize them and get the files at all costs!" The one in front said. At this, an onslaught of people came charging at you. This would have been easy if you actually were an agent, but obviously you're not, and without a gun you had nothing to do but stay out of your fellow agent's way. Which wasn't a problem because he was handling himself perfectly fine. He was taking on the goons like he's done it since birth, his agile movements making it look all too easy.

It was all going smoothly until you noticed a shadow coming from above you. On the rooftop was a hit man holding a very expensive looking gun that was aimed right at your partner. There was no way he'd notice as he was focused on the fight infront of him. You had to do something.

"HEY! There's a guy up there aiming a gun at you!" You yelled. But your efforts were in vain. He didn't hear you over the shouting of the goons and remained where he was. You closed your eyes and hoped he would somehow move from the bullet's path.

BOOM!

Klunk

A piece of metal falls by your feet and startles you from your terrified stance. Peeking your eyes open, your heart skips a beat when you find that your partner is still very much alive and well. You gazed back up at where the hit man was and see that he's doubled over on the edge of the building, a bullet hole in him instead of your partner. At your feet lay his gun, a little dented, but probably still working. You pick it up in hopes that you could use it to help your friend.

"Don't fire it, it has a defense mechanism. Hand it to me, quickly!" He said suddenly. You had no clue how he knew what you were doing, but you did as he asked and handed him the gun. He took it and used it to shove the next few ruffians, making them topple into each other. He then pushed a button on the gun and backed away. Immediately, the gun sent out massive electrical charges that electrocuted the pile, since they were all wearing something metal.

Smirking, your partner turned to you.

"They gotta taste of their own medicine, yeah?" He remarked more to himself than you. "That should take care of them for a little while." Then he turned to face the street. "Nice shot, but you could've been quicker!" He yelled.

"Well, I was gonna say a sniper joke, but it was a long shot and I don't think it would hit the target audience." A familiar voice responded from across the street. You looked to your partner to confirm that you weren't imagining things and he wasn't actually talking to a building. With an eye roll, he looked back at you and pointed to a window. Squinting, you could see a silhouette leaning against the window frame.

"That's Agent Chaconne. Once you get over to the other side of the street, she'll give you the chip reader."

You glanced back at the figure in the window, then at your partner- who was motioning you to get on the zip line and get a move on it. For some reason, you felt that you could trust your new ally. You reluctantly grabbed the handle of the zip line and zoomed across the desolate street.

It was kind of fun zooming above the road. Besides the fact that there are who knows how many people out there trying to kill you, this was pretty enjoyable. You were almost at the end when a bullet flew by your head, ruining the mood. You began to freak out when you realized you were a sitting duck while on the zip line. You frantically looked around to try to see what's going on. Your partners were already a step ahead of you. One was already countering the new wage of goons, while the other was shooting like no one's business, sniper shots whizzing around you.

You finally made it to the end zip point and let go of the handle. You landed by the entrance of an alleyway. You quickly ran around the corner of the nearest building to cover yourself from fire. Supposedly, Agent Chaconne was going to find you and get the chip reader. Seeing as she was quite busy currently, you didn't expect that to happen anytime soon. You crouched in your hiding spot and decided to wait for her to find you.

It was hard to hear over the constant shooting. So much so that you didn't notice someone approaching you until he was 30ft away from you. Realizing this, you got up and ran down the alley. He was faster than you though, and it wouldn't be long until he caught you. Nonetheless, you kept running.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something moving on the metal stairs above you. You see a brief flash of light reflect off the brick walls and glance back to see what it was. The man chasing you earlier was laying face first on the ground. Agent Chaconne was standing a little ways behind him holding a fancy looking tazer gun.

"Guess he found that one shocking, eh?" She quipped. Seeing that you didn't find her joke very funny and were more terrified than anything she swiftly changed subject. "I'm sure he already told you, but I'm Agent Chaconne." She said as she pulled down her mask to show you her face. A wave of realization hit you - it was Lisha! That's why she seemed so familiar. "Here's the chip reader. Don't break it, it's the only one I brought." She extended her hand to reveal said object. You grabbed it and stuffed it in your pocket.

"What do I do with these?" You asked, motioning to the two items given to you.

"If you go down the alleyway a little ways, there should be a narrow offshoot ally to your right. It's not very long, and at the end there's a door to a passageway. Go through that door. After that, you'll be able to figure it out."

Figure it out?! What did that mean? Before you could ask, she was already telling you to go. You had one question that needed answered though. What about your male partner? Was he coming with? Lisha seemed to know what you were thinking as you looked back to the building you once stood on. He was still fighting people up there, seemingly never growing tired.

"He'll be joining us shortly. He's just-"

"HE CUT THE ROPE!" You exclaimed. The zip line that once stretched across the street was now sagging on the ground.

*sigh* "That man. Always wants to leave with a BANG." She said, chuckling to herself at some sort of inside joke. You didn't quite find it funny how he was gonna get himself killed.

"He's gonna DIE?!" You anxiously shrieked. This, she seemed to find even funnier than her previous joke.

"Pffffft! Die? No, he's too stubborn for that. Now get a move on it, before someone else finds you." She said with sudden authority. Seeing your hesitancy, she added, "Don't worry, I'll watch after him. He won't die as long as I have something to say about it."

You then reluctantly turned around and headed towards the end of the alleyway. Surely enough there was indeed a side ally. Just as you start to turn down the ally, you hear a loud boom and a bunch of old cement crumbling to the ground. Out of the corner of your eye, you see part of a building fall down. You decide to keep going, even though your heart wanted to turn back to make sure everyone's alright. You reach for the doorhandle, feeling a bit of deja vu once again. You pull open the door and hear an agitated "CHRI-" in the background. But the word was never finished before you were sucked inside the door.

You startled from your slumber and found yourself now back in your beloved house. Had that all just been a dream? It all had felt so real, the adrenaline running through your veins and the wind in your hair. Was that man all just a vision in your head too?

THE END

[theweirderstuffblogdontlook]

Why she can't just go to the Cops.

Inner demon Bob Velseb Spooky month au fanfic:

(I put most of it under a readmore. But this goes into why they haven't been able to trust the cops to help. And have been kinda stuck with helping keep Bob a secret in order to keep themselves safe)

Bobs head slammed onto the hood of the cop car, his vision still swimming from having been tazed twice moments prior.

And she could tell his vision was swimming, because she was stuck inside him. Possessing his body, but for lack of a better term, pressed down into his subconscious. 

Detached from her own body, which had disappeared into some kind of supernatural storage the amulets had, and currently being little more than a passive observer and voice in his head at the moment.

Though a small mercy, wherever it was she was being somehow supernaturally stored as a part of the possession amulet powers, she hadn't felt the tazer shocks nearly as intensely as Bob had. And remained relatively lucid in comparison.

Bob had caught her during another of her escape attempts, but not before she had led Bob directly toward a couple of cops, and warned them of a man matching his description. 

Though she hadn't explained him to be The Bob Velseb, notorious cannibal serial killer, as he was supposed to be dead, and there wasn't time to try and convince them of such a thing without making herself look crazy.

But it had been enough of a warning to get the job done. Especially as they had caught Bob red handed. Literally.

With actual blood on his hands.

The cops didn't need much more incentive than that. 

Though If only she had been a bit faster, and left Bob to be caught on his own. 

Being stuck like this while he got cornered by the police was, and continued to be, nerve wracking.

She didn't know to what extent she could be harmed while inside of Bob. And she considered it to have been a stroke of luck that they hadn't shot Bob on sight. Or she might have been shot as well in the process.

Not that there wasn't still a risk of the police changing their minds and opening fire. Especially as she had no way of letting them know she was there and needed help.

Being an invisible hostage really freaking sucked.

But she tried to take some confidence in being over halfway to her goal.

Bob was caught. 

Now if she could just get out of Bob's body, then it would really all be over. No more cannibal serial killer intruding on her life. 

Sure she would still have half of the amulet embedded in her chest, but she could live with that no problem. Long as she could avoid getting any x-rays or whatever at the doctors, nobody would even have to know about it.

As she tried to consider her options though, Bob started to get back his senses, feeling as his wrists were handcuffed.

Handcuffs huh? This should actually be no problem for him now. He would just need to swap to his captives much more narrow wrists to slip out, catch the cops off guard, and he's outta there with his captive in tow.

He brings her out more, trying to be subtle about it. Keeping her hidden in his body, but more physically present, rather than like a disconnected consciousness. 

He then tries to shift her body around to target one of his arms.

But she refused to reach out of his torso.

And from the tone of the voice in his head, it sounded like she knew what he was trying to do.

"I'm not helping you Bob. You're going back to prison. Or better yet, the electric chair."

Oh no. 

He hadn't thought of this. 

Sure he could still fully swap bodies from this position in order to get free, but that would reveal his captive to the cops. As well as the power of the possession amulets.

Not only would his cover be blown barely 3 weeks after literally coming back from the dead, but what if the cops panic and start shooting at her? 

The possession amulets had a bit of healing abilities to them, but nothing compared to his previous amulet letting him get back up despite what must have been over 20 bullets to his chest.

He'd already put so much effort into holding onto her, which had only been getting more difficult after he had discovered he couldn't bring himself to separate from her, and had in turn had taken threatening to kill her off the table.

And without the threats against her life, his little pet had gone from "barely cooperative" to probably the most fantastically uncooperative little ball of spite he'd ever had the misfortune of being stuck with.

So to put it bluntly, he hadn't really been able to find a way to reliably get her to cooperate since then. 

Hell, he'd even been putting off making contact with the cult just cus of how difficult she's been. 

He'd tried to do a whole spiel about there potentially being mysterious extra benefits she might enjoy pursuing if only she would accept being his. But the only response he had gotten to that was a lecture on morality that went above his head, and her trying to strangle him with his own shirt.

And even he could recognize such a painfully obvious liability to the cult and its less than morally righteous goals, that an intelligent, moralistic, manipulative, and violent person like her could become if given the opportunity.

Though maybe he could try using those morals against her? He had been saving a little something just in case he needed an out.

So he silently thought a threat towards her while the cops bickered behind him.

"Yunno darlin, there were pictures of your family all over that house of yours for me to get a good look at. And I might be feelin a little resentful if you end up sending me back in the slammer. Might just need a few targets to take out that resentment on. Just to make sure you know how upset I am at you cuttin my fun short like this."

"Wow, threatening my family now Bob? That sounds like an excellent reason why you should be kept locked in a room instead of being out running free."

Shit that didn't work at all!

The only thing left he could think of was how threatening to kill a hostage usually worked against her, but what was he supposed to do now, threaten to kill the cop's currently keeping him pinned? 

Well…. I mean he could at least try.

He struggled to get free, but that got his arms bent painfully and head slammed once again on the hood of the car by the cop behind him.

Nope, not getting free that way, looked like he was out of options beyond biding his time and hoping for an opportunity.

Which frankly, didn't work out too great last time. 

He hadn't been able to escape on his own, and it had been a long 3 years until the cult had sprung him from prison.

Well… maybe the cult won't take so damn long to bust him out this time. They did go to the effort of bringing him back from the dead. Botched an attempt though it was.

It's clear they had thought the resurrection hadn't worked and pitched his body in a ravine.

Where he had woken up in agony with a bunch of missing organs.

Maybe they still wanted him for something else though. He could hope. 

Still though, in the meantime, he at least had his darlin with him now.

He smiled against the hood of the car.

"What are you smiling about creep?" 

Said the voice in his head.

So he responded back similarly in his head, not letting the continuing to bicker cops be privy to their conversation.

"I was just thinking how prison would be a lot easier with you here darlin. Much as I ain't the type to play nice with others, it still gets real lonely and boring bein locked up. But this time, I wouldn't have to be lonely, I'd have you, right there with me."

Her anxiety rose at the thought. She had been hoping to find some way to separate and then heading home and putting all this behind her.

Or even to consider that Bob might not let her escape should such a thing happen.

And with how frantic and panic-inducing this latest escape attempt had been, she hadn't really had the time to consider what would happen if she got taken to prison with Bob. 

And that fear only rose as Bob continued to fantasize with unsettling detail about how much "better" his stay in prison would be this time around.

"Course, I'd have to make sure they wouldn't find out about ya, and take you away from me. So you wouldn't be gettin as many breaks from being mixed up with me as ya do now. 

Couldn't let ya out much even when it's just the two of us by ourselves either. You know they've got cameras all over the place in there. 

Might be awhile 'fore we figure out where any blind spots are. 

And probably no more eatin meals on your own anymore too. 

I'd have to eat for the both of us to keep ya hidden. 

Good thing we know ya won't starve to death long as I keep ya in me though huh darlin?"

The thought of being stuck like this for potentially weeks made her blood run cold. The threat of potentially losing her grip on reality from existing for potentially months as little more than a ghost in the mind of a cannibal serial killer sounded beyond torturous.

"Course with you bein such a stubborn little thing, even if I did find a place to let you out for a minute, you'd probably start screamin and cryin and tryin to get someone to notice ya. 

But that's alright darlin. I could just hold a hand over your throat till ya cooperate. 

I'm sure you'd come around eventually, given enough time.

And hey, you're a clever lady, maybe this time I wouldn't have to wait so long to be busted out. We could just do it together. I'm sure if there were a way out, you'd be able to find it for me. 

After all, you'd have to in order to save your own skin."

He's right. She might desperately want to save lives, but not at the expense of her own life. She's no martyr.

If breaking Bob out of prison were the only way for her to escape a living hell like that, it would be less a matter of if she would do it, so much as when. 

Sinking into a detached depression and allowing herself to waste away in some spite fueled attempt to take down Bob with her was just not a plausible option. The anxiety would get her first, and she knew it first hand.

She had once left her own friends to die in order to save herself, and as much as the guilt still gnawed at her, she would probably do it again if she had no better options.

"Course if it turned out you couldn't get us out, you feel so good darlin, I'd still just be happy with you bein there with me. I could wait for the next chance to get out to present itself. I doubt it would be that many years this time."

She considered his words with a mix of worry and quickly building anger. Before it all came together with a defeated,

Years??

"Well… shit."

She put her arm down Bobs arm, and after a bit of sinking his arm into hers, he's able to slip his wrist out of the cuff.

He wastes no time, elbowing the cop behind him, spinning around, and gripping the cop by the throat. 

Then maneuvering the choking, struggling cop around to put him in between Bob and the cops partner, who soon pulled a gun on them, but hesitated to fire with their partner in the way. Bob inching closer while keeping his hand on the throat and his other hand keeping the cops gun arm pinned to stop his hostage from going for their own gun that easily. 

And when close enough, he lunged forward and slammed a hand into the face of the second cop. Following through with his considerable weight to slam the cops head into the pavement with a horrific crack of bone.

And the moment of having his hand off the throat of the other cop wasn't enough to let them get their bearings and retaliate, as Bob quickly got back up and ripped open the cops throat with his teeth.

He paused for a moment, licking his lips, and letting the cop fall to the ground as they suffocated in their own blood.

He then turned his attention to some panicked sounding noises coming from the radio on the cops belt.

It wouldn't be long before backup came.

He'd better make himself scarce.

He's about to leave when he's interrupted by a thought.

"Do they have bodycams?"

And he freezes in place. That's a good point.

He turns back and quickly looks the cops over, checking inside their coats for anything that might look like a body cam.

"Nothin."

".............Damn."

And Bob takes off.

[chapinii]

the funniest thing in tc fanfics is when ppl reference them as 'Mr Tazer and Mr Craft'

[weiila]

Gorging on Fizzmodeus fanfic leaves me convinced that Fizz desperately needs tazers installed in all his limbs.

Yes I know it’s on brand and I adore sweet pissed off Ozzie coming to a dramatic rescue but goddamn the clown gets into So Much Trouble.

[thesmpisonfire]

Yooo your "there are a single-celled organism to me" when talking about tazercraft is living rant free in my head gfhgfh I'm obsessed with all those soulbounded / telepatic connection hcs people give them. And I was wondering if these hcs came from something in particuliar or is it just cause they are a duo and care a lot about each other ?

( Also I can’t wait to read very angsty fanfics about qpac being separated from qmike when he moves out )

Ok so the hcs are both bc they are a duo channel (Tazer&Craft), bc they have been together as a duo for 10 years now, and bc they often like to be in a discord call when its just the two of them playing instead of using in game vc so they are always talking

So its like this Telepathic Connection that makes them talk to each other and share thoughts :D

[c00kie-d0e]

HEADCANONS and stuff FOR MY SAUCVAU

(Self Aware Uncanny Valley AU)

This is an AU where all the game characters (John, You, Maison) become self aware.

You is my OC because idk what You looks like in the game lol

I made this so I can organize my thoughts and plan things like fanfics, animatics and stuff hehe

This gets updated a lot bc I change my mind frequently lmao I don't really take this seriously it's just a funny thing I made for one of my fave games!

maybe in this Canon Divergence AU whatever shit, John is aware of their fan base and that's why they work so hard to get to You in the game. because You is like the bridge between his world and his fans world.

does Doe really love You? or is she in love with the physical real beings controlling You that makes him feel less alone (the players)

I feel like they'll have a platonic friendship outside of the game, because Doe is more interested in The Player themself. I also wanna see what John's personality is like aside from being in love

Relationships:

Doe must want to get out of his "reality": people think she is a common pest, and his house is so messed up bc he probably has no one looking after them :( Maybe they want a way to escape her reality and thats why they r so in love with the Players???

You is just a placeholder character for the Player, and they can be mind controlled. Aside from that, they have their own personality, their own life, and dreams. You will go by they/she ig or any pronouns tbh bc they r supposed to be a stand-in for anyone playing the game

You has this barbie aesthetic and blue theme to complement Doe's emo aesthetic and red theme because THAT'S SO FUCKING FUN TO DRAW EEEEEEEEEEEEEK

MAISON GETS TAZED BY YOU'S MF GLITTER Y2K AESTHETIC SELF DEFENSE TAZER LOL

Maison survives tho, and whenever You and Maison see each other in public, they glare at each other like mean girls

You and Doe prob paint each other's nails while talking about how to break the 4th wall. Doe blabbering on about their crush on the Player while You gets an existential crisis

maybe in the YES ending, You is actually the one controlling your actions, gaining sentience for the first time, and fuckin around saying random shit to freak you out lol

The timeloops in this AU are controlled by the Player. they happen everytime you start a new game. because that's really what happens: You is put in the same situation every single day because we keep replaying the game!!

maybe the reason this game looks like it takes place in the 2000s (You's phone) is because it's forever stuck in a timeloop even though our world is advancing

Since Purple RPG exists in the John Doe universe, and we play as randall (I think idk I haven't played the game yet), does that mean there are multiple people The Player can control? As in... Multiple "You"s? Then who is the person we are playing as in John Doe and House Hunted? Dundundunnnn

While Doe and You plan to escape, Maison can't because his true body is bound to Uncanny Valley (he is literally a house) so he tries to get the Player to come to him instead

Doe can definitely tell the difference between You and The Player controlling You. You is way more impulsive, clever and joking, while The Player controlling You acts more robotic in their body language and has limited responses, usually "YES" or "NO"

John Doe will still be clingy, because she never really had a friend before, not counting the eyebirds he feeds

Their friendship dynamic might be "Idiot & Idiot in Progress", "I'm Gonna do Evil & Don't Forget your Knife" or maybe even "I Love Him, He's Different & BITCH NO YOU DON'T"

[kl-writes]

Zor/Phantom backstory drabble

I am honestly excited for IEYTD4 to come and disprove my theory/headcanon about Zor and the Phantom. In the meantime, it's good fanfic fodder.

Suddenly, the door to the room slammed shut. A mechanical hum reverberated to the room. V felt a pull on her waist, which sent her flying towards a wall. She saw Zor fly towards the other wall, head-first. His head struck it with a sickening crack. He slumped, head held firmly in place.

"Zor!" shouted V, "Zor, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just… concussed. Probably bleeding. The walls are magnetized, if you undo your belt you should be fine."

The ceiling above them clanged open, revealing spikes. The spikes began to descend with a grinding screech.

"Just hold on, I'll be right there!" V struggled to get at the clasp of her belt.

Excalibur's voice crackled to life over the intercoms. "Oh my, it looks like love on the battlefield really does exist. How disgusting."

"You're going to die slow, Excalibur," spat Zor with a second wind fueled by rage.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, doctor. I suppose this is where I should berate you for choosing personal feelings over loyalty, but I was going to kill you anyways. You're simply too dangerous to keep around. But I should thank you for luring an agent into a death trap. Even if this time wasn't intentional." Excalibur laughed maniacally, then cut the audio.

V unclasped her belt, freeing herself from the wall. "I suppose it's a good thing you took my gun and tools, or else that would've been a lot harder."

"You'll still need them now, to get at the control box." Zor grunted, trying to push off from the wall. "If you can just unscrew the false panel, we can disable it."

"Here, let me unclasp you belt-"

"That won't help, my mask is what's magnetized."

"I thought gold wasn't magnetic."

"It isn't! But it's also expensive, this is gold-frosted steel."

The spikes from the ceiling descended ever closer. With some effort, V shoved Zor down into a sitting position. But with V's tools at Zor's waist, they couldn't maneuver to muscle even a screwdriver away from the wall.

Their last moments alive, and they couldn't even look each other in the eyes because of Zor's mask. V slumped to the ground next to him.

Zor clasped his hand around V's. "I love you."

"Zor, I-"

The spiked ceiling screeched to a halt.

Zor scoffed, "Don't tell me he forgot the launch codes to the doomsday device."

"Doomsday device?"

The knob to the door began to jiggle. Muffled cursing rang out, and finally the door popped open. Agent R walked into the room, smiling when he saw V.

"R! You saved us."

"Of course! We are partners, after all. You have my complete trust and loyalty. I'm not about to let the likes of Excalibur take you out." Agent R looked over at Zor, still pinned to the wall by the magnetic trap. "And you've finally captured Zor, too! Well, it looks like this mission is a success."

"Er, right. That's a bit more complicated," said V. "Look, the walls are still magnetized, you'll have to take your watch and belt off."

"Right-o!" Agent R undid his watch, then his belt with his toolkit in it. He walked over to look Zor in the face. He saw his own face reflected in Zor's golden mask.

V rifled through R's toolkit, then pried the tazer-pen away from the wall.

"Now, I know standard procedure is to wait until extraction for interrogation, but I don't think the Handler would mind if I got a peak under that mask. I've been on the edge of my seat about it this whole time!" Agent R lifted a hand up to Zor's mask. "Now, where is the clasp-"

"I'm sorry, Reggie." V shot Agent R with the tazer-pen. He crumpled to the ground instantly.

Zor let out a sigh of relief as V rifled through the rest of Agent R's toolkit. V finally found Agent R's trusty screwdriver, and used it to pry open the control panel for the magnetic trap.

"Remove the grounding screws and then cut the wires in alphabetical order by color," said Zor. "Otherwise you'll set off the electrified floor."

"And here I thought only you came up with convoluted traps."

Zor paused, "Well, this is one of mine, too. I did most of the security engineering for Excalibur."

V gave him a look, then disabled the magnetic field. Zor pried themself away from the wall, stretching their muscles in relief.

V looked down at Agent R's snoring body. "It's really all over, isn't it?"

"Reggie, huh? I suppose he didn't seem too bad," Zor scratched the back of his head. "For an EOD agent, anyways. I don't mind taking care of him if it's too sensitive for you."

"Take care of-" V stepped back. This wasn't happening. "No! We're not killing R."

"Well, we can't just let him report back to EOD. They'd kill you." Zor scoffed, then leveled his pistol at Agent R. "This is for your own good."

[xiuhcoatl89]

Mewtwo fanfic PT 1

hello, this is a first draft and lots of errors so please be patient. I've never done something like this. but I've always wanted to try and I guess my favorite Pokémon will be a good start.

I'm just walking down the path and suddenly in a short free fall. I hit the ground hard and mumble and groan. Hearing a giggle I look up to see a small round portal just hovering in mid-air. it closes as soon as I see it. trying to sit up. Looking around I am in a huge room all washed in a slate grey. a large dining table sits to the side of the room. in the back, there are a few pools and a helix staircase. this all feels familiar… spooky familiar. I stand up and look for an exit thinking I probably shouldn't be here. seeing a large door behind me I get up thinking it would at least show me a different room or some route out. heading for it I jog into an invisible wall. "Owww FUCK" I hold my hand to my nose. wondering what the hell I hit. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, HUMAN?" Thunders through my skull. Wincing, I look around and see a large catlike anthro at the base of the helix. his large purple tail lashing back and forth. oh my god, it can't be… "it's Mewtwo?" My face paled and I try to head back toward the large doors. only to be grabbed by his telekinetic powers and yanked back. trying to move anything I squirm and try to fight his grip. I try to calm myself down as he turns me around to see the large pokemon. his purple eyes scowling at me "What are you doing here?" He asks again. I stare into his eyes for a sec "Well, I'm not sure maybe I took a wrong turn at the last island." I half chuckle. "If you just put me down I'll just head back off. no need to make a scene." I start to ramble. Mewtwo looks me up and down "But you have no pokemon. how do you protect yourself?" I grimace "I'm a swimmer, never felt I needed one." knowing that my clothes show I'm lying. I feel pressure behind the back of my eyes. I realize he's trying to read my mind. I try to fight it and he squeezes me tighter. My temper gets the best of me. I start growling to try to fight the panic. I hate being pinned down and this is much worse. not being able to move makes me focus on the energy I had in my body. "Let… Me… GO!" I yell pushing what energy I have into it. surprising myself as much as him, I drop to the floor. shaking my head I try to get a jist of what happened I look at him groaning on the floor not too far away. I spin around getting a baring of where I was and head for the large doors. I run past the table before Mewtwo grabs me again. I fall to the floor and I claw at anything to cling to. grabbing one of the table legs I stare at my hands in disbelief. claws had formed on my hands I jump at the sight and get dragged again. Mewtwo pulls me to his feet. not wanting to be pind I swing at him with my new claws… bad idea. his hand glows and I'm shoved harshly to the floor. he growls at me "You look human, but clearly, you are not. WHAT ARE YOU!" Mewtwo yells into my head pushing me harder into the floor. I groan in pain but I refuse to yell. "I'm confused as you are" I hiss through my teeth. Being pinned I try to thrash around again, hating the feeling I growl. "I don't want to be any part of this, let me go." I try to do another energy blast and I feel like I got struck by a tazer. I just don't have the energy to fight I lay panting on the ground from the energy use. Mewtwo stares down at me and lowers his hand. feeling the release I sit up though he keeps my legs pinned. "You are a part of it now, you oddly know too much for me to just let you go. but if you cooperate you may find it, interesting. you are bizarre and I'm, finding myself curious." he gestures his head in my direction. "Look down." I look to Mewtwo puzzled and then look down. I yelp "ahh the hell?" I see a long grey tail that wasn't there just minutes before. I hear Mewtwo move and I look at him again. I see I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. I choose to run he'll probably control or kill me. I choose to stay, will it change anything that I know about the history that might need to happen? I think back on how I got here. a ring connecting this and my universe. Hoopla? why would hoopla drop a random human into this time and place of the pokeverse?

[ragewearmd]

have you read anything from the @youcouldmakealife universe? “Thrown Off the Ice” is one of the best novels i have ever read and i come back to it over and over and over again.

though i am a long time slashfic reader harkening back to the uhh....backstreet boys/nsync days i stopped reading RPF a long time ago when the 4th wall lines for supernatural/J2 got very blurry. this was also during the original rising of HRPF, and while it felt like literally every single teen wolf AO3 author (what up twentysomething) was also writing hockey fic i definitely avoided it. also, i played hockey, (hey junior devils), and fandom life and “real” life were definitely separate things for me.

i started reading romance novels about a year ago, having gotten really bored of star wars fics, fell into straight sports romances, hockey romances, and then honestly ended up on heated rivalry and was like “so this is sid/ovi fanfiction, got it.” curiously, none of the straight romances really feel like fanfic or even self-insert/second person style fics, i think primarily because they are all written in the first person, which, as everyone knows, is a cardinal sin in fics.

getting back into the m/m hockey romances led me through all the ones recc’d in posts below, but also to “Thrown Off the Ice” and “You Could Make a Life” and the david/jake published versions. as i was reading them, they felt so much like fic but also were not based on any particular player as far as i could tell. a modicum of research revealed that they were original fics posted on AO3 a long time ago and were part of a super rich universe with a cast of characters more developed that any book series i have read in the past decade or so.

in any case, i’m making my way through the ao3 HRPF archives now. something about how much time has passed, how the men we’re reading about are, for the most part, well into their 30s without rampant “real world” speculation on their personal life, makes the sidney, geno, kaner, tazer, tyler, and jamie of these fics bear little to no resemblance to the actual human. having said that, i will never read a fic with a member of the hurricanes or really anything with the current batch of little hockey starlettes. because those people are children.

TL;DR: read TOTI if you haven’t already. also i’m a fandom old. 

Hey book anon here! I assumed the Rachel Reid books were Sid/Geno-inspired but Sid/Ovi makes a lot more sense haha! Maybe I'll have to check out some Sid/Ovi fic??

I fully respect your not wanting to read EK (and yeah her het stuff is nowhere near as good - I am convinced she and SB make each other better, because SB's new stuff is really pretty meh also). I can't tell you how many books I've read thinking, wow, pretty much every fic writer I know would do a better job on this. Heck, *I* would do a better job on this!! Anyway - have a good one!

it's kind of amazing that sid/ovi never took off in fic, honestly. that's what happens when you have homegrown russians (geno, in sid's case) or homegrown devoted co-leaders (backstrom for ovi). maybe we have yet to see the groundbreaker sid/ovi fic that will shake up the fic landscape haha

and I'm glad that it seems like they make each other better!! I'm hesitant to go TOO full-tilt on my book opinions in public venues like this just because I don't take pleasure in knocking down something other people like. and, honestly... I don't think I'm a paragon of literary taste, either lol. I like some things that objectively aren't the ~height of literature~, you know? so if a random romance book doesn't work for me, it just doesn't work for me, and while I won't recommend it I don't think that I'm the arbiter of all that is good and true in this world !!

I think you hit the nail on the head about "pretty much every fic writer would do a better job on this." that's exactly why I stopped trying hockey romances to see if I'd find a good one. I was looking for fic!! I wanted books to give me the same thing fic was giving me!! and, in the end, why try to make books something they aren't? I think we're really blessed to have a trove of excellent fic to choose from, and I've been content to stay here for all my romantic hockey needs

[woodle-isbae]

Tayo calling the TowerBoyz to see his kids a few weeks after you gave birf 😚

He'd take care of them with the Boyz while you rested or went out 😖❗️

[bitoews]

𝙹.𝚃𝚘𝚎𝚠𝚜 & 𝙿.𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚎

𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟾| 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎/𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚞

[lovemyblackhawks]

It’s official, Kane and Toews now live in the same building (or will once Pat moves in). They’re 4 floors apart. Thanks to the Chicago Trib that little tidbit.

[alastyr-not-alastair]

SINCE I ALREADY STARTED TALKING ABOUT SOME MINOR HEADCANONS

There are magenta and orange steves in my fanfic despite it taking place in the Steve saga universe!! I couldn’t resist adding them in because it was just so interesting to me

Player characters tend to look a bit uncanny to people native to the world because of the fact that player skins aren’t fully made to fit in, they’re made to express themselves. Since they’re custom made it’s often difficult to get skins that WONT look uncanny

Ever wonder how blue Steve’s can’t control ice? Yeah me too, so I made it that each colour has a secondary factor that only a few people get, because genetics or something, it doesn’t mean that they’re more powerful it just means they’re suited for other things as well. This secondary factor usually ends up being the whole ability of the person but on even rarer occasions they can have both the primary and the secondary ability (tldr a blue Steve can have water, or rarer ice, or even rarer water AND ice)

Speaking of that, I figured I might as well go into detail on all the colours and what they can do

(There’s more under the cut)

(A lot more…)

Red Steves

They haven’t really changed much since their power set was pretty solid, they use fire most of the time for their attacks, and their variant is lava. Lava types always seem to burn hotter than fire, and because of their specific power, are able to melt objects to control them. Those who have combined fire and lava usually have issues with control though as they end up with the heat of lava and unpredictability of fire

Also, naturally, they have heat resistance, but overuse does often leave bone deep pain and in extreme cases, small burns

Orange Steves

These guys were added because TSS!Rainbow is (or at least was) a VERY good builder. I wanted to take some of the inspiration from Rainbow Quest and make them creative types, but just having your power be “creativity” seemed lame to me, so I made it matter manipulation. They can very specifically control objects that AREN’T alive, or at least not anymore. This does bring up horrifying implications of controlling the dead but honestly I was just thinking about wood. Besides, I have some other headcanon that will make it so they can’t control the bodies of dead steves.

Their variant ability IS very VERY weak control over living objects, this is often limited to healing small injuries, or large ones if you get enough of them to heal you.

Yellow Steves (ONLY TUMBLR SITE HAS COLOUR FOR THEM?)

Once again, they already had a pretty solid base from Steve saga, and that was speed, they can go super fast if they want

Of course, their variant is lightning (and just electricity in general)

I like to imagine some of them as just giant tazers, zapping people away. This does also make the variant yellows more resistant to things like electric shocks and lightning strikes

Green Steves

They’ve been granted the basic power of plant manipulation, mostly because I don’t really need to explain pre-established powers, it’s pretty self explanatory and you probably shouldn’t be reading these posts I make if you don’t know anything about the Steve saga or that general multiverse

Of course, the secondary power is plant COMMUNICATION. Normally they can only control the plants and nothing else, but sometimes they can TALK to the plants and nothing else

Blue Steves

I’ve already gone into them a little bit earlier so I’ll just rehash what I said. They can control water around a bunch, and their variety is ice. The ice variant have also developed a resistance to cold in general, and have just generally adapted to it

Purple Steves

Sometimes called violet, they possess teleportation. It’s self explanatory, they can teleport an object or being to any place, as long as it’s within that individual steves capability.

Their variant is a pocket dimension. Sometimes the purple steve can create a room size pocket dimension throat can be served as storage, or as hammer space. Sometimes some of them will even just make it into a living space!

Magenta Steves

Another colour yoinked right out of Rainbow Quest, I really liked the idea of magenta Steves having some sort of mild ESP. I imagine them to have empath abilities, being able to sense emotions and inner turmoil fairly well. They can also change these feelings to an extent.

But the variant is where it gets interesting. Instead of being able to sense emotions, they’re able to place suggestions into the minds of others. This is a very minor form of mind control.

Now that those are done, let’s continue on.

Birth and death!

Sex is boring and lame, the Steves reproduce asexually. The parents combine their essence together, draining both of their energy until a new child pops into existence. This process often takes anywhere from 28 days to 4 months

Instead of having to deal with corpses, when Steves pass away they turn into dust and energy given back to the world. This same energy eventually ends up used in new steves, having the life be recycled

Because this energy is recycled, you can have a steve made out of the exact same dust and energy of a different Steve, and have them come out WILDLY different.

Dark Steve has eaten a bug on a dare

Im planning on this being posted on both ao3 and Wattpad for those who are intrigued by my ramblings

My boy my wonderful boy my son I love him so much

This isn’t a scene in my upcoming fanfic (yet) but I couldn’t resist drawing Rainbow Steve when I got hit with the inspiration to write and honestly? I was pretty happy with how the drawing turned out

And of course a bonus baby Rainbow Steve who’s about 5 apples big and got out of the test tube 20 minutes ago

I have so many head canons and beliefs and I must scream

I vaguely remember at some point in one of the Steve series, the younger the Steve the brighter they are, so I naturally thought “baby rainbow…. Pastel……..”

His eyes are supposed to be all the colours but since colouring hates me, it just looks grey instead in this pic

I do believe that his hair ends up brighter once he’s older but as a small child? It’s far more dull. His little sweater should be a colour shifting type thing but I have no clue how I would even draw that so

[please-someone-give-me-love]

"Damian needs a hug" tag is not only applied to the fanfics sweetie.

I remember time ago, someone said that everything that Damian said before the tazer hug was only to manipulate Jason and none of that were truth.

And while I believed that he obviously was doing an strategy, I don't think that he lied about him saying the rest of the good things.

First, because there wasn't a necessity to say those things and second, I believed that Damian actually took advantage to have a hug.

Specially because he recently became definetly more clingy.

He always received hugs since before but now he is giving them, which is sweet and heartwarming, not only because he is becoming more open about his emotions but also because he obviously need it.