#the cops were annoying and useless

[luvtxt]

Well, I can officially say I survived a public shooting

[rowretro]

𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐔𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘

✧warnings: illegal activities, robbing a back, guns, blood, bomb blasts.

♡synopsis: Y/n and Nishimura Riki, are quite like Bonnie and Clyde, partners in crime with morals. The 2 are the youngest in Heeseung's gang, and had been assigned to rob a rather rich, immoral man's bank. Robbing the black money that he had robbed the country of, exposing his true colours. (Clearly inspired by Thunivu.)

✧♡✧♡𝕹𝕺 𝕲𝖀𝕿𝕾 𝕹𝕺 𝕲𝕷𝕺𝕽𝖄♡✧♡✧

Y/n smirked as Riki's gun pointed the air, bullets shoot at absolutely nothing as the bank workers and those who visited, cowered, finding safety where they could, all laying low. "THIS FUCKING HIEST IS MINE." Riki simply screamed as He chucked a gun at y/n who caught it, the girl immediately got to work, threatening the people, as she took their phones, purses etc.

"If you don't want to be harmed during this heists I advise you all lay low, let me take what I need and then I'll let you free." Riki simply advised as he played some music. Y/n checked all the restrooms and other areas, making sure no one was hiding before sitting on one of the desks, preventing any bankers from pressing the emergency red button.

"You guys... so fucking selfish, you think you'll be free with all the money you take from us?! of course you will you're kids after all." a 40 year old man complained as Riki and y/n turned to each other, the 2 bursting out into laughter. "Ah of course, you'd believe we're going to take the money and blow it on something useless?" The male asked as he turned to y/n. "You see sir... you'll see where this money'll go." she simply said as she pressed the big red emergency button herself.

Within minutes, police cars surrounded the bank building, as they remain cautious. There were bombs on the doors, heck they could even see that some bank workers were tied by the window, with bomb vests. "I take back what I said sir... please take this vest off of me!" the 40 year old begged as Riki snickerred. He pat the man's back with his gun "If you behave, I'll consider freeing you ".

All the while, y/n sat by the phone waiting on a call. "Wow these cops are really slow huh... So entitled they want us to call them instead. alright fine- we'll let them have it their way." she shrugged, dialling the number. "Hello? is this the police station?! there seems to be a heist taking place in XXX bank." The girl said, waiting upon a reply "What you don't think a woman can rob a bank? it's no wonder so many crimes happen in this country." She added, sounding a little annoyed.

Riki took the phone from her hold as she frowned at him, the male simply placed a soft kiss on her lips as he placed the phone by his ear. The police on the other line were just not having it. "Us robbing a bank? You see sir we aren't robbing the bank. we're simply taking back the amount this bank robbed from us." Riki said as the police officer was in disbelief. "All your doubts will be cleared.... can you put officer Jungwon on the line?" Riki said with an innocent smile.

Officer Jungwon, the said, innocent, brand new cop on the team, he was just a PC, the fear in his eyes evident as the Inspector glared at him handing the phone to him. "Officer Yang, we invite you through the backdoor to the bank. but.... you must bring 4 people..." Riki added as y/n nodded, hacking into as many news channels as possible, smirking as her eyes land on a certain news reporter. "Reporter Park" She simply said as Riki nodded.

"4 people. The bank owner. His father. The Manager and of course Reporter Park. The charming reporter with multiple cameras, trying to get the juicy drama, while charming a bunch of girls? his name card says Park Sunghoon? yeah that one." he described hanging up. The police new they were messing with the wrong gang, anyone knew Riki's voice. No one dared to mess with the Nishimura Riki, the only known gang mate in the ENHYPEN gang.

When the 4 were allowed in, Sunghoon set up the cameras as y/n tied the 3 men to 3 chairs, handing Jungwon a bat. Riki stood behind the camera with y/n. His focus on the people within the bank. "See here fellow bank workers and visitors... you're going to find out the real truth behind where your money, and my money went." Riki simply said as y/n shrugged, handing a contract to the three.

"what is this?!" The bank owner, Yeonjun asked as y/n smiled "It's simply a contract, a contract you will sign in front of this camera to allow us to interview you live~" the girl said, as Yeonjun signed it, not bothering to read it, he passed it onto his father, Mr Choi, the the Manager, Choi Soobin. After signing the contract, y/n took a seat. "Reporter Park, this is live right?" she asked as Sunghoon nodded.

With Jungwon in the back holding a bat, and Y/n sat right opposite the three men. "First question. Choi Yeonjun, the owner of this beautiful bank. Mind telling me how much you stole from us all together?" y/n asked as the man smiled at the camera "See darling I don't see what you're talking about... Why would I steal money when I'm already rich." He asked as y/n tutted "Officer Yang... if someone stole 100 million from your hard earned money, how would you feel?..." y/n asked.

"I'd break his hands for touching my money..." he answerred as the girl nodded. "Okay... well lets tone it down just a little, you may use the bat to hit Yeonjun everytime he lies." "WHAT? HIT ME??? SINCE WHEN WAS THAT ALLOWED?!" he asked as Riki chuckled. "In the contract Owner Choi." "What the fuck- but- the writting is so small i could barely read it!" he complained as Riki shrugged "It's the same font you used in your contracts." he simply said.

Jungwon started beating the man with the bat, as Riki then told him to stop. "This is ridiculous. I will not let you abuse my son like this!" Mr Choi complained as y/n nodded. "Okay sir then why don't you answer us? where did you store all the money you stole???" She asked as the man glared at her "I'm telling you we didn't steal any money!" The man lied as Soobin, the manager interrupted them. "Sir just tell them where the 500 million is or they...." Soobin stopped mid sentence noticing the Chois glare at him.

"500 million?.... wow you hear that world? XXX bank stole 500, million fucking dollars. Only 100 million from the infamous gang you all know... then that 400 million?... why don't I answer that for you?..." Y/n said, glaring at Yeonjun. "You stole that hard-earned money from all those civillians who worked their blood, sweat and tears, for that money, to pay off bills, school fees, hospital fucking bills. The so-called black money is actually red money. you have way more fucking blood on your hands than any gang ever had." She seethed.

The news airing abruptly came to an end, when Yeonjun managed to break out and stab a few wires, he immediately kicked y/n in the stomach, grabbing her by her hair and smashing her face into a glass table. However, Riki was quick to act, pulling her away, and hitting Yeonjun around the head with a gun. The Choi now knocked out called. "You alright princess?" Riki asked, his eyes widening at the little trickles of blood on your face. "M good sweetheart... it was nothing" she reassured as the man kissed her.

"Cork it love birds. only a matter of time before Yeonjun wakes up. Let's just take our 100 million and leave, the heli's here, the police can sort out that lot." Sunghoon said, throwing off the lanyard and unbuttoning the top, revealing the undershirt he wore beneath. "Fucking reporter uniform making me sweat like fuck." he groaned as Jungwon scoffed, throwing the bat aside as he dragged Yeonjun back to his chair, tying him down. "I actually look kinda fire in a cop's uniform to be honest." the man smirked as he followed y/n and Riki.

Y/n smirked, as she bombed the vault open, taking only the amount that the bank owed the gang, placing the money inside the helicopter. Riki dragged her cautiously, as they started to run until they were out of sight, the boys following behind. As they reached a safe spot, Heeseung picked them up. "huh, the police are at the bank now, and they're looking into the case.... and you're making out-" Sunghoon rolled his eyes, as Heeseung honked the car horn, in an attempt to stop them from eating eachothers' faces.

"Fuck it. they won't listen...." Heeseung groaned "they handled that bank issue without a lot of smooching, pet names, hugs, romance and all that bull crap... they'll be out of breath soon-" Sunghoon pointed out as Jungwon covered his ears.

✧♡✧♡𝕹𝕺 𝕲𝖀𝕿𝕾 𝕹𝕺 𝕲𝕷𝕺𝕽𝖄♡✧♡✧

[jellyfishrnice]

toxic (ex) boyfriend idea

"Baby, please let me back in." You heard that all too familiar voice from the other side of your bolted shut apartment door

"Leave me alone. " You let your body slide down the door to hopefully add some extra weight of he did try to break down your door again.

"God, please baby, you know I love you! I didn't mean it I promise," his voice cracking at the last syllable.

You stayed silent.

How could you get him to leave you alone. You know damn well that if you let him in, you'd be in his arms the next morning naked and willing to listen to all his pretty lies.

"I'm going to call the cops Liam."

"You and I both know they'll do nothing to stop me." He almost whispered. But you could still hear the slimy voice full of (you hope) fake regret. Unfortunately, the small town you lived in never did anything to stop Liam's "shenanigans" as they would stupidly put it. Not in highschool when he stole from local shops, and especially not when he was trying to get back "the love of his life."

'Useless bastards,' you thought.

"I don't care, you're still trespassing and they have to remove you." You tried to make your voice as strong as possible but it only came out as tired and mildly annoyed. He always took that as your tone anyway.

You heard him stand up in his drunken state and lean his weight against your door. 'Please don't break it down again, please don't break it down again-'

You're thoughts were interrupted by his strained voice.

"Y/n, you know I love you. So please, can you just let me back in so we can kiss, make up, and get over it by tomorrow morning."

That was usually how it went. In that exact order. But this time, your promised yourself it would be different. It had to be if you wanted to leave this place and never come back.

Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you put in the all too familiar number for the police.

"Leave now."

All you heard on the other side of the door was a scoff and a quiet mumble of how you would come crawling back.

You would prove him wrong. Hopefully.

[strawberryshortcake0413]

Angry man

Re2 leon x f!reader

You were raised by an angry man. Now you are the angry man. How would it change the relationship of you and Leon?

Full of yapping

Word count:1375

Working in the police station as a people pleaser was never your plan. Being the eldest daughter of your parents, a sister, and someone for your younger siblings to look up to you pressured you to become a cop.

After all, taking care of your siblings alongside your religious mother and strict father who was rapidly aging was your responsibility. A responsibility that you meant to carry, even if you didn't want to.

A decade ago, your 14-year-old self wanted to be a baker. Unfortunately for you, the man in the house you lived in threatened to kick you out if you became an useless part of society that served people.

With your fear of the man you call your father, the judgment from your mother, and the clueless endless demands of your siblings, you surprisingly did well in high school and managed to get into the academy.

Having a few close friends, and no partner in the academy was maybe the key to your success in the profession you didn't want. An achievement that mattered almost nothing to you. Except for the fancy uniform and nice coworkers (except Jack), your life is boring.

Who wants to spend their 20s sitting behind a desk, writing reports for your bosses all day, every day? Well, at least not you.

Today seemed to be pretty "normal" like every other day, till Jack walked up to your desk with a smug smirk on his face. The man was in his late 20's, with red hair and grey eyes with not so bad face. But all those traits are wasted on his asshole personality. Ever since you started working here a few years ago, being peaceful without his sexist, snarky comments was impossible. The two of you always managed to argue in a way most parents would cover their kids' ears if they passed by.

"Well well well... Y/n, look at you. Sitting behind your desk like a good girl you are. Even getting the rare chance to have a puppy following you around the station.." he signed heavily, failing to hide his smirk.

"What do you want Terrance??" You snapped at him.

"Woah woah. Calm down, grandma. Chief is calling you. You have a newbie to train" Jack said grabbing your name tag. As you stood up to the left, you managed to hit his hand.

Jack Terrance was another reason why you should quit. The ashhole of the station targeted you like he could target his gun properly.

Standing in front of the chief, you found a blonde guy standing behind you. Observing his body language, it was clear he was nervous. Maybe a little clumsy.

"Sir, I heard you called me in," you said in an emotionless tone, the one you always used at work. It's not like you have any other tone anyway.

"Y/L/N, as a young inspiring lady who knows what you are doing, I'm hoping you could introduce the station and help the new officer we have," the chief said smiling, pointing his arm to the guy in the corner, who swallowed and took a few steps to grab your hand.

"I'm Leon. Leon S Kennedy" the guy said shaking your hand as you nodded slowly.

Great. You have tons of work and now you even have double work? Just your luck. At least he was cute.

You gave him a cold glare, eyeing him up and down as you left the chief's office with him following behind you.

"So how-" he starts before you shut him up. "Organize these files in order by the date" You handed him towers of paper that sat on your desk for 2 days. The guy immediately sat down and started his work while you typed an email to a witness.

This went on for about 3 weeks. You come to work, and Leon greets you energetically (how does he do that??) every day before you give him something to waste his time on. But for the last few days, he grew more distant, almost snapping when you snap at him. Twining. Luckily Leon didn't like Jack that much too. During the lunch break, he managed to spill his opinion on how annoying Jack was to you.

"What the hell Kennedy?? I trusted you one time to properly do something and you messed it up?? How old are you?? Eight?? How can you not write a report?? You were there with me. I even explained to you"

The poor guy stared at the floor and nodded softly before standing up to rewrite the report. After work, you saw something you were not supposed to see. The poor guy was crying in the bathroom (he forgot to lock it).

Driving home you thought about your childhood when your father yelled at you for making simple mistakes as any child does. Accidentally breaking a cheap cup, and spilling water on the dining table. "When you had an angry man in your house, you always have one" seemed to be your situation.

When did you start yelling and insulting people? Instead of helping them like you did in middle school math class?

Maybe you were too harsh on him. Maybe it was the way your dad treated you. Maybe it was the way to be a perfect girl like your mom insisted. Maybe it's just you. Maybe you're just a horrible person.

Thinking about the way Leon looked at you before switching to the floor and seeing him crying in the bathroom because of you.

Maybe you are the worst person on earth. He was just a guy who didn't know better because you didn't explain him properly.

Maybe tomorrow you should try to apologize if you have the nerve. What were you going to say?? "I'm sorry Leon. I didn't mean to yell at you for being dumb. I felt bad now. So.. sorry"

You couldn't help but be embarrassed about pleading with someone. No one in your family apologized for the things they did. You didn't know how to say sorry.

Throwing your phone after realizing what you did was quite impressive. You managed to get his address. You are going to say sorry. Not tomorrow. Not tomorrow's tomorrow. Right now, In his apartment, alone.

Pressing the bell gave your ears tingle. Wow. You are so stupid. What made you think this was okay? Anyway, there's no going back since you pressed the damn bell already.

Suddenly the door swung open to reveal the blondish dude. Damn. He was only wearing sweatpants.

"Um.. hello... Kennedy" you choked out awkwardly. Leon on the other side raised his eyebrow and let you in hesitantly. He was still angry or sad? You didn't know. You were never good with emotion. The last time you cried was in middle school after your "friend" spilled your secrets to everyone.

"Listen.. about today... I want to... apologize to you. It.. it was never your fault. I should have worded things better."

Wow. You did it. Leon started at you for a few seconds before nodding a bit. "..okay.. I'll try harder to do well too" he muttered.

His eyes flickered back and forth as if he was thinking about something. After a good few seconds, he rasped a line out. "I like you, you know?"

It was almost a whisper but you heard it.

"What?" You asked, shocked. 24 years old. Still had no boyfriend, girlfriend, or anyone before. It was the first time someone said it to you.

"I liked you the moment I saw you my first day. And... I forgive you for yelling.. please.. try not to do that again... I- I felt like I was a failure" he muttered.

Who knew talking would have been this awkward? What were you going to say? Unfortunately, before you thought about anything, your body closed the distance between you by kissing his lips.

Woah. Just as you realized what had happened and were about to pull away, he grabbed your waist and brought you closer.

Well, at least today you didn't have such a bad day. Like the one where Jack spilled coffee on your white shirt (it was 100 dollars) and everyone can see your bra. (Another story)

[johnwickb1tsch]

Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE AMAAAZING @treedaddymcpuffpuff 😘😘😘) - Chapter Thirteen ---> (all chapters)

TW's: abuse of police authority, manhandling, unfair power dynamics, unreasonable hotness in a man this annoying

Days go by, and you don’t hear from Tom Ludlow again. You think to yourself that it’s fine, that that’s exactly what you wanted, but deep down you’re a little pissed off, and more than a little needy. 

Maybe that’s why the next time you have to drive home late at night, you go back to your old, faster route of taking the highway. Defiance roils in your bones like lava churning in a volcano, and you just refuse to be intimidated by that man, even if it means digging your own grave. Figuratively speaking, of course. Officer Ludlow doesn't want to hurt you. He wants to fuck you, and maybe even buy you dinner first, and you might have come around to him eventually if he just hadn’t been such a fucking dick about it.

You’re not hoping that you get to see him again, here on the empty highway. But if you do…you kind of want to fight him. Because someone should tell him what a reprobate he is. Not because you love the fiery feeling you get in your veins, or the spark of wicked enjoyment in his dark eyes.

You’re almost to the exit, and there is no cop car in sight. No flashing red and blue lights. No little wooo of the warning siren behind you. Why are you worried? Why are you disappointed? Why are you pouting like the baby who got their candy taken away? 

There’s a few options, and none of them appeal to you. Sure, maybe you should be delighted that this meathead has decided to either let it drop or get fatally injured—your stomach lodges in your throat at that second thought. That means you won’t have to deal with his antics anymore. But, god damn you, you were starting to really like those antics. 

Tom Ludlow pissing you off has become a vital reason for your willingness to get out of bed, and that thought terrifies you, because this shit never ends well. At least not for girls like you who love too much and expect the same in return. You pulled your heart from your sleeve and zipped it back into it’s protected, designated cavity after a slew of failed one-sided relationships (whether the friend or romantic kind), and now the treacherous organ is trying to claw right back out again for Tom Ludlow to squeeze dry in his big hand. 

You get home, and you feel empty. Bored. Worried about a man who has made your life kind of, if you’re being honest, a living hell. Does that stop you from sticking your hand down your pajama pants and fantasizing about him? From wishing he’d call again? No. Not at all. 

You are loath to admit it, and you’ll take this to your grave, but you’re actually relieved, the next night, to see the twinkling red and blue lights following behind you while you’re pushing 90 in a 70 only half on purpose. 

Your heart transforms into a mini circus as he walks up to your driver's door and taps on the window glass. 

Before he can even open his big mouth, you start in on him. You’ve been planning this spiel for days now, after all, and it would be useless to waste it. “You.” You have to take a minute when you see that he doesn’t sport his usual smirk. “What is a detective like you doing working the complaints desk, and now working traffic at night?”

“So what?” He folds his arms over his chest, biceps bulging through the thick uniform shirt, distracting you from your resolve and switching on cavewoman brain for a minute. 

You almost have to shake yourself to snap out of it. “Are you just playing cop? You’re not even actually on duty right now Officer Ludlow.”

This smile is less ‘playground bully’ and more ‘hungry wolf’. “Are you challenging the law, Miss y/l/n?” 

“No, I’m challenging some dickhead who thinks he’s top dog just cuz he wears a plastic badge. Where’d you get it, anyway? Fisher Price?” 

“Please exit the vehicle, Miss y/n.” 

“This is bullshit.”

“Please be calm.” 

It is the absolute worst thing he could possibly say to you. After a twelve hour shift, your feet are killing you, you’re covered in the grime of your long day, and to add insult to injury–you’re mad at yourself as much as him, because he made you miss him. That is when you do exit the vehicle, and your finger stabs into the middle of his broad chest (and you know part of that bulk is a vest but jesus fucking christ this man is burly in all the right places) and snap, “I’m tired, I’ve had a long fucking day and I don’t need this shit from you.” 

Officer Ludlow takes one amused look down at that finger in his chest and suddenly you are turned around, your palms on the hood of your car. He is tall and broad and warm behind you and fuck you if the cavewoman part of your brain does not respond in the worst possible way, a soft but utterly audible little cry escaping your treacherous lips. You know he hears it by the way he pauses behind you, the way a wolf perks his ears at the sound of a rabbit in the brush. You seem frozen in this ridiculous position for several seconds longer than what is necessary (not that any of this is necessary) and you get the sense that this man is savoring this closeness with you.

“Resisting an officer is a misdemeanor, you know,” he says in your ear, and that low baritone sends a thrill to the marrow of your bones, ties your belly up in knots, makes you wet between your thighs. Hearing him through the phone is one thing, having his breath tickling your skin is an entirely different beast. 

You turn your head slightly towards him, and you know some of the venom goes from your tone but you just can’t help it.  

“What about harassing a civilian?” 

“Depends on the civilian.” Well, isn’t that the truth. Like you needed a reminder that you are, in fact, a nobody with no connections in this town. Although, you doubt that he's telling the truth about it “depending on the civilian”, because he handcuffed and assaulted a popular, lawyer ready ER doctor just days ago. Which is just great, because if he felt entitled enough to do that to Julian, what’s stopping him from doing much worse to you? “Are you armed?”

“Clearly,” you snark, because you’re wearing your cute blue scrubs and it would take a miracle to hide something under the thin fabric. 

“I mean besides that fiery temper.” 

He kicks your legs a little further apart, just hard enough to make your feet slide in the loose gravel of the shoulder, and you think you might self-immolate right there. It’s all you can do, not to arch back into him like a cat in heat. It really has been too fucking long since you got laid. Something firm pokes into the curve of your behind, and it had better be his fucking utility belt. 

He actually starts to pat you down, the cheeky fucker, those big hands making their way lightly down your sides. You know he can feel you trembling under his touch–with fear or excitement, it’s hard even for you to tell. Maybe that’s what makes him bold when he reaches your thigh, those long fingers giving you an appreciative squeeze. 

It reminds you of that time not so long ago, when you’d drunkenly wanted him to slide his hand up your skirt, and he’d refused you. You shouldn’t want that from him, but you do, and that makes you so angry you could spit. Now he thinks he gets to feel you up? Your foot flails out, catching him in the shin with your Croc-clad heel. It totally throws you off balance, sending you down onto the hood of your car, but you are mad and you don’t care. 

“Watch it!”

He, however, couldn’t be more delighted. You can hear the practical glee in his tone as he sings out, “Assaulting an officer? Someone’s just asking to get booked.” 

Maybe you’re a healer by nature, but there is just something about this man that makes you want to commit murder. Just the once. You even think Florence Nightingale would understand. 

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

That’s when you realize he probably, absolutely fucking would dare. So far he has proved that he gives jack-all for the rules that should apply to him as an Officer of the Law. And you cannot have that on your record. Even if you told the truth and it turned into some He-Said She-Said bullshit that would drag out for months–years, possibly, even–your license could be suspended. You live paycheck to paycheck in this expensive fucking city. You cannot afford something like that. 

“You asshole.”

“Maybe. But you’re lucky I’m not actually a bad guy, y/n.”

“How do you figure?”

Somehow, his voice lowers an octave, and no matter how livid you are, your lady parts absolutely rebel with an almost violent ache between your thighs. “Because if I was I’d spank that beautiful behind of yours for kicking me. With crocs? Really? I’m going to have to show you a few things, you scare me honey.” 

Is this man offering to teach you to defend yourself in the same breath he’s using to blackmail you? You’re nearly cross-eyed from the whiplash.

“Sorry, I’ll be sure to wear boots next time.”

“Great. Wear them to dinner, tomorrow night. And we’ll forget this ever happened.”

How he knows you’re free tomorrow, you don’t really want to know. 

You feel yourself deflate, knowing he’s finally got you over the proverbial barrel. The thought should not excite you the way it does. “You’re serious.”

“I tried asking nicely.”

“Most men get the picture when you tell them ‘no’ more than twice? A million times? I forget how many.”

“Maybe, except I see the way you look at me, when you think I’m not looking and my ass is hanging out of a hospital gown. I know how pretty you sound, when you orgasm to my voice while I talk you through it over the phone. And when you’re in trouble, I’m the one you know you can call, because I’ll drop everything to make sure you’re safe. So, you’re finally going to give this thing between us a chance, whether you like it or not. Pick you up at eight?” 

You sigh, shoulders slumping, head resting against the warm car. His eyes immediately hone in on the column of your throat, and the way he wets his bottom lip doesn’t seem intentional, which just riles you up even more. You grit your teeth, but it doesn’t really look like you have a choice. “Sure.” Asshole. 

This time, you’re smart enough to keep that to yourself.  

As though he heard you think it, he spins you around, practically picking your feet up off the ground, and braces you against the door of your car, one hand on either side of your head, full wolfy grin sending a thrill of danger through your spine. The way he can just manhandle you like you weigh nothing crosses some vital wires in your brain–you cannot think. 

You try to stay defiant, raise your chin to look up at him, keep some semblance of pride. It’s not fair that he has such sway over you and you seem to have absolutely none over him. You have to even this playing field somehow. 

“Maybe you have a badge and you think that makes you hot shit, but at the end of the day you’re just a bully, Tom.”

His gaze travels up your neck, over your face, until he lands on your own guarded, defeated stare. Something changes in his expression. “You think I don’t know you? Well, maybe you don’t know me either. But you’re going to find out, sweetheart, I’m not a bad guy.”

You eye him suspiciously. “I guess I don’t have a choice, right?” 

He leans down, brings his nose an inch from yours, invades your personal space. For a second, you think he’s going to kiss you, and it makes you go stiff and lax all at once. The heat of his breath tickles over the nerve rich plump of your lips, and they part for him despite your brain’s vehement protest. 

“Right.” He’s gone as soon as he comes, dropping your stomach from throat to feet. You hope he doesn’t hear the desperate, quiet sound that you try to burrow under your tongue.

You think he’s just going to walk away and leave you here in the warm, damp, lonely, dark highway like a sitting duck, but instead he opens your door and motions for you to slide back into your seat. 

“Don’t forget to buckle up, honey.”  As he saunters away, thumbs looped through his belt—God, he’s fucking painfully sexy—you don’t bother hiding the way you watch his ass move this time.

[ndisalover]

CUMBERSOME PASTS L.S.KENNEDY

synopsis: you return home from a trip, to be met with a horrific situation, and end up meeting one of your old 'horrific situations'- your ex boyfriend- Leon S. Kennedy.

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It was like the tear in your side stung worse whenever you hear Leon even utter a word.

He'd walked away from you, thankfully giving you the privacy to vomit in peace. It was as if someone was punishing you today, in a very very sick and twisted way.

You and Leon loved each other, a lot. You met at the police academy, when you spotted how skilled he was in combat, smarts and even his charm, he was perfect. At first it was purely platonic.

Being the daughter of a father who was a very admired county detective, your pressure to do well in policing was high, so you did what you knew to do. Found the best and tried to be like them.

Attempting to talk to Leon was like trying to win the lottery. You'd try and try, maybe you'd win? But that win would be asking him for notes from your class and him giving them to you, but then immediately cutting the conversation.

A small useless win.

At some points, as you stared at him tackling down a classmate during your combat class, you'd be annoyed.

Was there any point in trying? Maybe he disliked you so that was why he was so dry.

A rainy autumn day, you sat in a library near the police academy, doing some studying before exams begun the following week.

It was hard work, and none of your friends in the academy were able to help, as they were even more dumb than you.

This police academy wasn't a standard one either, it was the best of the best, if you wanted to become more than just a standard cop, this was the foundation for becoming that.

Your mind was throbbing in pain as you stared blankly at the pages in front of you, watching the words form their own new sentences.

"Uhm hey"

It was like seeing a spider. In this quiet library, at 7pm in the evening, you shrieked.

You felt a hand tap your shoulder and after not looking up from your book for nearly an hour, you forgot people existed. So your first instinct was to shout.

It was THE Leon Kennedy, standing beside to you. Well was. He jumped back in union with you as you let out your shriek.

What did he want? And quick, so you could run out that library and never come back in embarrassment...

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." As he whisper shouted at you trying to get his point across, you realised you'd never seen him be so emotive. Usually he was quite a stale guy.

"It's uhm alright. What did you want?" The last part sounded a little harsh, probably projecting your embarrassment onto him. Your flaming hot cheeks already taunted you remind you of the pure embarrassment.

"I uhm." Leon sighed, closing his mouth and then reopening it.

"I need help"

Your brown lips pushed against each other to match your pushed eyebrows in confusion, awaiting his elaboration.

"It's just some of the situation procedure stuff, I don't...get it"

He sounded strained, avoiding eye contact with you as he explained his situation.

Why was he struggling to say that so hard?

Oh.

Your conclusion was that he was one of those overconfident types that wouldn’t dare to ask for help.

But even so, you weren't one of the top 10% in the academy, like him, why would he ask you?

Maybe that's why, everyone else doesn't want to help him as he's already too good? That was the only answer you could think of.

"Alright then. Do you want me to help you now then or?" You decided to help, entertaining this rare opportunity nevertheless it's stupidity.

He might've been overconfident, but it would be interesting to understand what he does to be good at so many things. It would be a win for the both of you.

"Now, if you're able to?"

You already knew you probably could help him, but you glanced at your watch to seem cooler.

"Uhh sure! Come sit." A stack of books from the seat next to you, now sat on top of your desk as the man sat beside you.

He dressed casually, grey sweats and a white t shirt. When he fully sat down, you could smell his cologne- it was very strong, and manly as the word to describe it??

That blonde hair of his was really pretty too, it looked like he definitely took care of it. And those arms, watching him pull out a book from his bag was hypnotic. Typically, things like veiny arms didn't affect you as much, but it just showed his pure strength.

Quickly, you turned to the side, scowling at yourself to snap out of this mouth drool moment.

It was like you’d never seen a man before.

"So uhm, do you want me to explain all procedures again? Cause there's not a lot of them."

His dark blue eyes moved around your face, while he nodded, letting out a small breath through his nose.

You opened the textbook, pushing through the pages with your polished nails, leaning over the book.

As per usual, you forgot your glasses, so your head hurt extra hard today- but nevertheless you carried on.

"Mhm....okay!" With a chip of accomplishment, you slammed the right page of the textbook in between you both.

You met his gaze without knowing he was already looking at you, which meant he of course looked away and then you immediately stared at the gap in between you both, knowing that neither of you could read it from that distance.

After a stupid gulp, you pushed your chair next to Leon, until they made contact.

Now you were close-maybe too close.

His cologne was deafening now, looking at him was about to be a struggle as you two were at this short distance.

"So! You don't uhm, have to memorise everything about each situation in full? Like what they say here," Your finger pushed against the page, and you pulled back a little to glance at Leon- watching him glance back up to you nodding, as he leant over the desk a little to read.

As you explained the different parts, and asked him which parts he didn't get, you felt yourself become more relaxed- even letting out a giggle at one of the sarcastic comments he said.

At one point, your arms came into contact with each other. Immediately, you pulled a way a little, to give him some respect, but he didn't even look up when it happened.

Maybe it wasn't that deep?

So the next time it happened, you were in the middle of a paragraph, and had to move a little to see the other page- and you stayed touching arm to arm.

His skin was cold to the touch, but warm as you felt it for longer.

Probably because of this cold ass library.

When you looked at him to confirm something, he again didn't look at you-opting to keep reading the page.

Alright.., was all you could mentally say.

Many nights went on like that the following week. You didn't even know he was struggling that bad, but after getting over the slight shock of his reappearance the day after at the exact same time in the library, you accepted to help him again.

I mean he wasn’t bad company?

You spent those evenings, shoulder to shoulder, explaining content to him. Sometimes he'd bring a snack with him, offering you some to which you obviously accepted.

Whenever you asked him questions like, how does he think so quickly in those combat scenarios or how he stayed motivated to do so well, he never looked you in the eyes. It was weird, watching his breath slightly stutter and if you looked carefully, there was a pink tinge on his cheeks, whenever he mumbled out a response. Weird but, kinda cute.

You yourself ended up learning some of the content better, as well as slipping him questions about how his aim was so good, or how he could think so quickly

Once the exams arrived, you pushed through the tests, as tiring as they were. All your class filed out of the room, relieved that the tests were finally over. It felt like a weight was lifted off your chest, now you could relax.

"Uh excuse me-hey can I just-Y-Y/n hi!" Suddenly Leon appeared beside you, having to do a lot of pushing to get next to you in those crowded halls. You considered you two to be friends now, bonding over exam stress.

"Oh hey Leon! What's up?" You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear to see him clearly, as you walked by each other.

He glanced at your hair before coming back to your face, clearing his throat.

"I was wondering if, well whether you wanted to come and get a drink with me? At a café?"

You felt your heart beat pick up at his offer, and immediately accepted, nodding at him.

At that café, you talked and talked for hours, about nothing and everything. He was becoming a friend you could rely on, and the personality that he slowly revealed to you made you like him more.

It was funny that you assumed him to be the over confident type initially, sometimes after doing a combat example for the class to watch or answering a complex question in class, he’d either ask you whether he did ok, which he obviously did do, or glance at you in uneasiness to which you’d meet his gaze in motivation.

Leon Kennedy was an interesting enigma, you thought.

After knowing him for about half a year, he randomly confessed his feelings for you while he drove you home from a late night meal. It was very spontaneous, and you didn't know how to initially react. But as he stared at you vulnerably, you knew you'd liked him, after being bitter when girls would fawn over him or the way you’d roll in your bed smiling after talking to him-but you kept those feelings so supressed in case of rejection. Maybe it was time to let that fear of attachment go, too.

So you said yes, and kissed him in that leather seated car, gently yet firmly marking Leon Kennedy and his lips as yours- with your red tinted lip balm to match his red tinted cheeks.

notes: this was a long one, just context on how y/n and Leon met. next chapter will be back to normal! And my lore accuracy won’t be great throughout this whole fic but I’m trying guys😭

this fic is written with a black reader in mind but anyone can obviously read it!😊

thanks for the support!! :)

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[kharmii]

DONALD TRUMP ELECTION HYSTERIA!!!!!1!11!!

We sure did. Remember shortly after Trump was elected in 2016, we had one of the largest mass shootings in history. Some nutjob Stephen Paddock shot up a country music concert in Las Vegas Nevada killing 60 and wounding 413. They claimed he wasn't affiliated with any ideology but you just know.... Country music does lean conservative.

My personal life was a lot quieter and more stress free during four years of Biden, even if the wider world was going to shit. When Trump was in for four years, the whackos at work constantly buzzed around like angry bees. The tension was in the air. Every so often, one of them would blurt out the latest media outrage and get the others going. They were angry all the time for no reason.

I feel like this is a message aimed at me personally. No, having Trump in will not affect the lives of you inconsequential people on Tumblr, unless you pay taxes and support a family. Trump is the champion of normal people. Normies took a stand this election and said they care more about having a safe sane good economy than your intersectionality politics. Anyway, yes, I will stay alive.

I will live. I will practice situational awareness around the whackos at work. I will watch out for that crazy bitch ex-cheerleader with eyes pointing out in different directions who tried to ruin my life. I can't see her, but her work area is near mine, so I'll treat her like the scorpion under the rock that I can't see but I know it's there.

-Like seriously people. Are your memories that short? Four years of Biden was super quiet, but when Trump was in, we constantly had mass shootings, looting, rioting, businesses and cities burning, traffic being blocked. The useful idiot cause heads were being put to good use causing nonstop chaos, all because a cop in any given place would put some criminal down in the act of committing a crime. No, George Floyd's life didn't matter. All lives matter in the eyes of God, but in the eyes of society, if you choose to be a useless criminal, then your life isn't worth a dick of a dog. Getting shot by the police is doing the tax payer a favor.

Left wing tolerance. If I'm following you, it's for the art. I generally don't gaf about your political leanings, unless I'm stealing some friend-of-a-friend reblog to take the piss.

HAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! Competent at what? She was the DEI hire trophy wife nothing personality. Hopefully now she lost, we don't ever have to see her face or hear her annoying voice ever again. Soon, we will forget she ever existed outside of the random cock warmer joke.

Holy shit......this will not age well.

No, people on the right do not want to ban books. We just want the books about incest and anal rape out of the middle schools you degenerate chucklefucks. Again, Donald Trump is the champion of normal people.

[cozyfoxy]

The Brackenwood Murders Chapter 2/?

Summary: Dan and PJ go to the police with the envelope that they received, but they were ignored like always. When dectective Lester stumbles upon them on the steps into the station, he finds himself with not only more evidence than he had expected but also a soft spot for a certain Dan Howell.

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Phil walked carefully along the wet sidewalk, absentmindedly counting each leaf that he passed. His interview with the local news station had gone as well as he had expected. Most of the townspeople agreed with him that there should be a curfew and a rule against traveling alone until the killer is caught. However, there was a small handful of hecklers, telling Phil that he was wasting his time and that he should let the “sinners” die. 

As much as Phil had wanted to argue with those people, as much as he wanted to yell and correct them, he bit his tongue. He hadn’t been a detective for very long, but he had learned in his first year that letting emotions overtake you would prevent you from getting the answers you need. So, he stood in front of the camera, smiling politely and promising to get to the bottom of the Brackenwood killer. He hoped that the killer himself might have been in the crowd tonight. 

Overall, Phil wasn’t a majorly intimidating man. He was a bit too lanky and as clumsy as a newborn deer, but he knew how to use his words. Even when he lacked confidence in himself or in a case, no one would ever spot it. He would speak clearly, surely, and calmly. He had discovered from a young age that even if you had no idea what you were talking about, if you acted like you did, then people would believe you. Phil could only hope that his confidence was already stirring something within the killer. 

A shaky sob brought Phil from his thoughts, and he gripped his briefcase more tightly. Perhaps it was being in such a small town that set him on edge. Back home in London, he could easily ignore the sounds of people crying, horns blaring, or the sirens of emergency vehicles. Something about Brackenwood seemed to set his soul on fire and put his anxieties on display. He didn’t allow himself much time to think about it before he followed the crying to the stairs of the police station. 

“I’m just so fucking sick of them treating me like a problem. I just want to help them solve this so no one else has to deal with losing a loved one, but I’m an overreactive pervert.” A voice cried, followed by a soft shushing from the man next to him. 

Phil watched the men quietly for a moment, taking in their appearances. Both men looked exhausted in a way that Phil had seen more times than he’d like to remember. They were grieving, floating through the days that passed and trying to stay for the future while focusing on the present. Something from their past still sat heavy over both men, like a permanent cloud that prevented the light from touching them. 

“I’m sorry, Dan; I should’ve known that they wouldn’t care. I guess I hoped that things would be different with that big deal detective around, but the cops are still as useless as before.” The other man huffed, still trying to comfort the one next to him.

The mention of the cops grabbed Phil’s attention, and he quickly determined what was going on. These men had evidence of some kind, or something that they thought could be useful, but they were brushed off, ignored by the very people who were meant to protect them. Phil stifled an annoyed sigh; he was going to have to bring in his own team at this rate. Before he could even scold himself for intervening, he began to stroll over to the men. 

“Hello, I’m sorry to interrupt, but are you two alright?” Phil asked calmly, pulling out a small pack of tissues from his coat pocket.

The men looked up at him, the one crying, taking the tissues thankfully, “as alright as we can be, I guess. I’m just done with these asshole cops. They treat me like a problem every time I try to help them with anything.” 

Phil raised his eyebrows curiously, pulling out his badge from his coat to flash it. “I’m detective Phil Lester; I’ve been brought in to assist with the murders here. My time with the police force here hasn’t been the most pleasant, so I can’t say I’m surprised. What happened tonight?” 

“I’m Dan, and this is my friend PJ. We, well, I found this envelope in our flat tonight. We were leaving to go and watch your interview at the park when I found it. Someone had slipped it in through the mail slot; it’s labeled with my name. There’s pictures of Liam Collins inside, the third victim of the killer. He’s my... he was my boyfriend.” Dan rambled, stopping when the pressure in his chest became too much to continue. 

PJ frowned and looked up at Phil carefully. “After we both looked through the pictures and read the note inside, Dan fainted. He does that sometimes when he’s overwhelmed or moves too quickly. I waited on him to wake up, and then I dragged him here to show Brewer. I was hoping that we’d be taken seriously for once, but Brewer scolded us for pranking him. His deputy called Dan a sick pervert for having photos of Liam like this lying around. They never take us seriously here.” 

Phil felt anger bubble up in his chest, and he took a deep breath through his nose to calm down. “May I see the envelope? It could be crucial evidence for the case. And you say they’ve brushed you off before? Was it to do with this case?” 

“Yeah. When we were nineteen, Liam PJ and I were at the opening night of the town’s Halloween festival. We were waiting in line for the haunted house when another man came up to us and started a conversation. He was wearing this really detailed plague doctor outfit, with leather gloves and some kind of heavy white baton with a big black diamond on the end of it. Maybe it was a cane? He was asking if we knew about the new gay club that had opened up a couple towns away. I said yeah, but it wasn’t really my thing. I had heard that it was a kinky place, and at that time I wasn’t even out of the closet, so I wanted nothing to do with it.” Dan rambled, taking PJ’s hand in his as he recalled that night. 

Phil wrote everything that Dan was saying in his notebook quickly. “Anything else? I’m taking on the case as if nothing has been done previously since it seems that nothing really was.” 

Dan nodded, his curls bobbing slightly at his movement. “We thought it was weird, but weird and Halloween go hand in hand, you know? When the guy left us alone, we forgot about it. It wasn’t until around midnight when I was leaving the bathrooms near the trails of the park that I saw him again. I was alone this time, and he stopped me. He told me that he had never seen eyes as beautiful as mine, and I said thank you but told him I wasn’t interested. He apologized profusely and told me to have a good night. When he went to walk away, I noticed under the streetlamp that there was blood on his leather gloves. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. There was even more blood on the crystal part of his baton, dripping down to the white base of it. At first, I thought it was a part of his costume that we hadn’t noticed earlier, until the next morning, when Dillion Hilton’s body was found on the trail closest to the bathrooms.” 

Phil froze in the middle of his writing to look at Dan curiously. “So you went to the police with this information, and they ignored you?” 

PJ nodded along with Dan, “I went with him as support; he was terrified to go anywhere alone at this point. They didn’t write it down or anything; they just told us that it was a Halloween festival and that the blood was clearly a part of the costume. Brewer told Dan not to waste his time.” 

Phil pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “They’re fucking usless. Sorry for the language, lads; I’ve just never worked with such a careless police force.”

Dan giggled a bit at Phil’s little outburst and shrugged, “Trust me, I’ve said worse.” 

The detective couldn’t help but smile at the giggle, the sound relaxing his shoulders just a bit. He carefully reached into the envelope, studying the pictures closely. It always struck him as painful to look at someone be so alive in photos, all while knowing that they’re dead and gone. The man in the photos, Liam, didn’t seem truly frightened in the pictures; it seemed like he was enjoying himself. Phil’s heart broke for Dan momentarily before something clicked in his mind.

“So Dan, you said that the masked man was asking about a gay club a few towns away, right?” Phil asked softly, looking into Dan’s eyes. He hated the hurt that he saw there. 

Dan nodded and dabbed at his eyes with a tissue. “Yeah. It’s a fetish club; it’s called The Raven’s Roost. They have a website; I can give it to you if you need it.” 

Phil chuckled, "It seems like you’ve done some investigating yourself. That’s-”

“Stupid, dangerous, a waste of time? I’ve heard it all before.” Dan whispered, pulling up the website on his phone to allow Phil to write it down.

The detective cleared his throat and wrote the website name down in his journal. “I was actually going to say impressive. It is dangerous, but it seems like this criminal has a bit of humanity towards you. Otherwise, I think you would’ve already been a victim of his.” 

Dan shuddered at the thought and watched as detective Lester read through the letter, making occasional notes in his journal. PJ looked at Dan and offered a supportive smile, squeezing his best friend’s hand gently. It felt strange to actually be taken seriously; he could only imagine just how good his friend felt. 

“Dan, PJ, I know this might be a little uncomfortable for the both of you, but could you possibly take me to Liam’s grave? In the letter, the killer says that he’s seen you there. I want to see if there’s a specific spot that he could be watching you from.” Phil explained, writing a note to himself before closing his journal and latching it. 

PJ looked at Dan silently before they both nodded in agreement. Dan stood up and shivered, having refused to put on a coat when PJ was rushing him out of their flat. Wordlessly, detective Lester slid his thick, navy blue trench coat off of his shoulders and offered it to Dan. Despite his best efforts to act unaffected by the act of kindness, the brunette felt his cheeks heat up as he slid his arms into the sleeves. 

“Thank you, detective Lester.” He mumbled, letting the slightly too long sleeves cover his hands.

Phil smiled, “My pleasure, dear, and just Phil is fine. Now lead the way; it might seem impossible for me to get lost in such a small town, but I would find a way.” He joked with a soft chuckle. 

PJ watched Dan carefully, feeling his heart swell. For so long, it felt like it was he and Dan against the world. His best friend had a hard time letting people in and an even harder time letting them stay. After Liam was killed, Dan had decided that he was bad luck and that it was somehow his fault that Liam was killed. Dan had even tried to push PJ away, but no matter what he did, how much he acted out, PJ stayed. It was nice to see Dan open up and show his feelings with someone new, even if it was just with a detective. 

The graveyard that was attached to the local church grounds was just a street away, so the walk didn’t take long at all. It was only just past eight in the evening, but the streets were completely empty. Phil felt a surge of pride knowing that the curfew in place seemed to be working. He pushed his black fringe out of his eyes as he followed Dan and PJ down a row of graves, stopping beside them in front of one.

“This is it.” Dan whispered, looking only at his feet. 

Phil nodded thoughtfully and looked around carefully. The graveyard was old but well kept all the same. The gravestones were neatly polished and decorated with flowers and wreaths. Liam’s grave was nearly glistening underneath the glow of the streetlamps, a beautiful autumnal wreath positioned on a metal easel just to the left of it. The entire gravesite felt overwhelmingly warm and loved to Phil; it sent a calming surge down his spine. 

He pulled out a small camera from his briefcase and turned on the flash, taking a few photos of the areas around them, focusing heavily on the church building. The church was quite small and worn down from the years that it stood, but it was surrounded by beautiful red and orange marigolds that seemed to give it new life. Phil looked up and down the building, pausing at the old bell tower and snapping a few photos. 

“Is it possible to access the belltower?” He asked, looking over to the men who were standing starkly still beside him. 

PJ nodded. “Yeah, they just recently reinforced the flooring and redid the staircase. A little over a year ago, I think.” 

Phil hummed and looked over to Dan, who seemed lost in thought. He debated on interrupting whatever had Dan thinking so hard, but thought better of it. PJ had said earlier that Dan was prone to fainting, and Phil didn’t want to be the cause of that. The detective took a few more photos before turning his attention to the other men once again. 

“Alright, one more thing. I would like to walk you both home, one for safety but also to get a look at your front door. Do you have a doorbell camera or anything like it?” Phil asked, putting his camera away carefully. 

Dan shook his head, “No, we don’t. But you can take a look at the door or whatever you need.” 

Phil cocked his head to one side curiously. “You just lied to me, Dan, why?” He asked softly. 

The younger man froze and looked at PJ with desperate eyes, silently begging him to answer. 

PJ sighed and shuffled on his feet. “We have a hidden camera in the lightbulb cover of our outdoor light. He lied because outdoor cameras aren’t allowed in residential homes in Brackenwood. Something about it invading the privacy of neighbors.” 

Phil arched his eyebrow. “This town is a bit backwards. Alright, let’s head out.” 

PJ all but ran out of the cemetery, feeling on edge. The graveyard freaked him out even on a bright summer day, so being in it on a dark and cloudy night wasn’t the best feeling. He heaved a sigh and stood beneath a large streetlamp, waiting patiently for Dan and Phil. 

“Phil? How did you know I was lying?” Dan asked quietly, following PJ at a slower pace. 

Phil smiled calmly, “I’m trained to see through lies; it’s easy sometimes, but other times it’s impossible. I could tell you were lying because you became unsure of yourself. You’ve been honest with me all night, completely confident, but a simple question made you doubt yourself.” 

Dan sighed and shook his head. “I always thought that I was a good liar.” 

The detective hummed and looked at Dan with curious eyes. “Do you lie a lot?” 

“Nearly everyday.” The brunette admitted in a whisper. 

“What about?” Phil asked just as quietly.

Dan chuckled humorlessly, “People ask me if I’m okay a lot. I think that if I say that I’m fine often enough, I’ll eventually convince myself too.” 

Phil paused his steps for a moment, taking in what was just confessed to him. He had dealt with many people who were struggling in some way or another. Hell, he had talked a few people down from bridges that they planned to jump off of; he had talked a shooter out of killing a group of innocent children. He had even talked a serial rapist into turning himself in. His voice was his greatest weapon, his strongest feature. Yet, in that moment, he was completely speechless. 

“You coming, Phil?” PJ called softly from the lamppost, bringing the young detective out of his stupor. 

Phil cleared his throat, “Yeah, sorry. I got lost in thought. It’s a bad habit.” 

Dan and PJ walked a bit ahead of Phil, not really talking but just keeping close to each other. Despite only having met them an hour prior, Phil couldn’t help but be thankful that they had each other. It was like the men in front of him completed each other in some way. When Dan couldn’t finish his thought, PJ would always step in. When PJ was thinking too hard, it was like Dan realized before anyone else and helped ground him. They had supported each other all these years while this murderer was on the loose. When the people that they should be able to trust proved to be unhelpful, they still had each other. Phil felt himself smile at the friends in front of him, feeling for a moment that he was a part of their lives. 

“Home sweet home.” Dan joked when he and PJ stopped in front of a red painted door with a gold 111 plaque attached to it. 

Phil chuckled at Dan as he observed the door quietly, “An angel number.” He remarked quietly, seeing PJ jump up excitedly. 

“See! It’s not just me, Howell; lots of people believe in angel numbers.” PJ nearly yelled before unlocking the door. 

The detective laughed softly to himself as the two men in front of him bickered about the truth of angel numbers and the idea of fate. While they argued, Phil got onto his knees to take a few pictures of the mail slot on the door, easily spotting a few black threads caught in the edge of the slot. Phil quickly pulled out some gloves and a clean pair of tweezers before plucking them out and putting them into a small bag. 

“May I see the footage from your camera?” Phil asked calmly, spotting the hidden camera in the light cover with practiced ease, “Where did you guys get that camera set up? I haven’t seen that design before.”

Dan invited Phil inside before closing the door and locking it, being sure to lock it with the chain as well. “Oh, we didn’t. Well, we got the camera, but PJ actually built the lampshade cover around it. It’s all his design.” 

Phil smiled. “That’s actually really impressive. What do you do for work, PJ?” 

PJ blushed at the compliment and shrugged, “I think it’s fun, honestly. I’m a journalist; we both are.” 

The detective nodded, thanking Dan quietly when he brought his laptop over with the video feed saved on it. “I think you might be in the wrong line of work, PJ.” Phil teased as he scrolled through the video tentatively. 

Dan nodded in agreement and sent PJ a smile. “I’ve been telling him that for years.” 

PJ rolled his eyes dramatically and sat down on the couch beside Dan. “You can sit down too, Phil. Just pull the coffee table up.”  

Phil hummed in thanks and sat on the other side of Dan, scrolling through the video footage slowly, being sure not to miss anything. At the timestamp of 5:12pm, a figure walked up the steps of the porch, and Phil felt a weight in his stomach. The person was wearing black leather gloves and a leather witch doctor mask. 

“Dan, is this what the mask looked like?” Phil asked softly, turning the laptop to Dan and PJ.

Beside him, Dan stiffened, “Yeah, exactly like the guy was wearing.” He whispered, as if he were afraid the masked man would hear him. 

Phil nodded slowly and scrolled through the video some more, pausing it quickly when he saw patches on the leather jacket that the masked man was wearing. He pulled out his camera and took a few pictures. Each patch was in the shape of diamonds, red and purple in color. The patches clearly had some kind of design on them, but Phil wasn’t able to get a clear look at them just yet. 

“Does anyone else know about the plague doctor mask? Besides the police?” Phil asked calmly, not looking away from the video. 

Both Dan and PJ shook their heads. “Not that I know of. After the reaction from the cops, I felt stupid for thinking it was serious. I was too embarrassed to talk about it.” Dan explained quietly. 

The detective nodded again, “This guy is careful. He’s got a mask underneath the witch doctor mask to cover his neck. Maybe he has recognizable tattoos.” Phil mumbled to himself. 

“You can email the video file to yourself if you want.” PJ offered quietly, leaning over Dan to see the paused video frame. Seeing the mask again made him uncomfortable; it reminded him just how much had happened since that night six years ago. 

Phil smiled thankfully before sending the video to himself quickly. “I think that this will help the investigation a lot. Now I have a better idea of what kind of person we’re looking for.” 

Dan looked at Phil with tired eyes and red cheeks. “Do you think you’re only looking for one person? I’ve always thought there was more than one.” 

“I don’t know for sure. Why? Do you think there’s more than one killer?” The detective asked curiously, closing the laptop gently. 

The brunette took a shaky breath and said. “I don’t really think there’s more than one killer, but I think that the actual killer has someone to help them clean up or move the body. The bodies are never found bloody; they’ve always been cleaned up. Did Brewer not tell you that? They’re always found shirtless, cleaned up, on their backs with their arms crossed over their chests.”

Phil frowned a bit at the new information. He would have to ask Brewer for crimescene photos when they spoke again, as the pictures hadn’t been released to the public. The detective’s blood went cold for a moment. “How do you know that, Dan?”

“I have a... friend who’s close with Brewer. I can give you his name, but please don’t tell Brewer. I get a lot of information from him; that’s why I always know stuff before the other journalists.” Dan rambled, chewing his chapped lips anxiously. 

Phil forced back the small sigh of relief that threatened to fall from his lungs. Though he still had to write both Dan and PJ down as possible suspects, he now had reason to write it off as only speculation. He pulled out his journal and looked at Dan expectantly.��

“His name is Aaron Brewer. He’s chief Brewer’s son.” Dan explained quietly, looking at his lap. 

The detective raised his eyebrows curiously. So, Brewer’s own son was telling journalists information behind his father’s back. Information that should have stayed only between that of the police force. In that moment, it clicked in Phil’s mind who the mystery blogger was that Brewer had been grumbling about. Dan and PJ were smart in their conquest for justice, but now he was in the middle of it. If they had anything to do with the murders, he would find out easily. 

“Thank you both for your help. I need to get back to my hotel room and start going through the evidence that you guys have given me. Here’s my card, one for both of you. Don’t hesitate to call me if anything happens or if you think of anything else that could be helpful. I’ll be stopping by to check on you both sometime soon, so please text me tonight and I’ll save your numbers.” Phil explained eagerly before standing up and stretching his arms over his head. 

PJ nodded and stood as well. “Thank you for taking us seriously. You’ve given us hope for the first time in way too fucking long. Especially Dan.” He added in a whisper. 

“Thank you, Phil.” Dan smiled, “Oh, your coat.” He realized, quickly standing to take it off. 

Phil chuckled, “Keep it for now; I’ll see you again soon and take it then. Besides, it looks cuter on you. Goodnight, lads, lock the door behind me, please.” He added before waving and walking out of the front door. 

PJ quickly ran to the door and locked it before looking at a still blushing Dan. “He’s kinda cute, eh?” He teased. 

Dan stammered and looked away from his friend, “Shut up! You’re not even into men.”  

“Oi! I’m not into dogs, but I can say that they’re cute!” PJ argued with a laugh. 

Dan groaned loudly and stood up, “You didn’t have to say it like that!” He argued before storming off to his room, leaving a laughing PJ alone in the lounge. 

[nights-legacy]

Body Snatched- Dabi

Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

Body Snatched Masterlist

1350 words

Warnings: forced touches, attempted assault, crude and insulting language, violence

+The relationship between you and Dabi is complicated. You're a civilian, and he is a highly wanted villain. He showed up when he wanted, and you could only wait until he did. No one should know about whatever is going on between you two. So, how did someone who wasn't Dabi showing up for you in Dabi's body?

Dabi was on a mission with Toga when things went awry. There were more heroes there than there were supposed to be. As they got away, a random man showed up and with one touch and they were switched instantly. Before either Toga or Dabi could react, the man ran off in Dabi's body.

Y/N's POV

The sound of the TV was the only sound besides the clanking of the dishes I was washing. It was a slow night. Nothing was happening outside and it was a relatively boring day. That was until I heard glass break in my bedroom.

"Damn..." I sighed heavily. I set the current dish I was working on and grabbed a hand towel. I walked to my room as I dried my hands. "Dabi, I told you to be careful when coming in. Now clean that shit up." I pointed at the broken picture frame. He was giving me an astonished look. "Don't give me that look. Hop to it."

"Okay..." He nodded and I went back to the dishes. I heard him come in and throw away the broken glass.

"You know, when you come here, you lose your sneaky factor. I don't, Oh, hello!" He wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled back against his chest and attached his lips to my neck while rolling his hips into mine. "Eager tonight?"

"Yep." He mumbled against my skin.

"Can I at least finish..."

"Nope." He pulled me away from the counter and nudged me towards the bedroom. I bit my lip and happily went with him. That was until a knock came from the door. I groaned out loud.

"Give me a minute." I escaped his grip with some struggle and trudged over. I looked through the peephole and saw my creepy neighbor, Lyle. "Go away, Lyle."

"I need to talk to you!" He yelled back.

"But I don't want to talk to you right now, plus I'm busy." I called back to him through the door. I went to walk away but jumped when he slammed a hand on the door.

"Y/N! Open the door!" 

"Get lost, Lyle! Before I call the cops! Again!" I walked away after making sure all the locks were in place. He continued to yell, but I ignored him. I grabbed Dabi's hand and went to the bedroom. "Now, where were we... hey!" I landed on my bed roughly as he shoved me down.

"I'm impatient." He said as he struggled to unbuckle his belt.

"No kidding." I muttered and moved higher on the bed. I quickly started to pull off my clothes. I was struggling to get my pants off when he shoved me down on my front. He ripped my pants and underwear off roughly. "H-hey! You're being too rough there."

"Shut up." He growled. I looked over my shoulder at him confused. Fear began to rise in my chest. Dabi was a rough guy but he was never this rough unless I asked or he made sure it was okay.

"H-hey, What's up with you?" He rolled his eyes before he shoved my head into the bed and held it there. I yelped and tried to hit and remove his arm. My struggling seemed to be useless. 

Everything was starting to be too overwhelming. Dabi was acting strange. His presence was strange, as if he was trying too hard to be himself but also forgetting that he is different with me. I began to panic when I felt his hands begin to heat up against my skin.

"Dabi! Let me go! What's gotten into you?" I exclaimed. He let out an annoyed yell. I was flipped over so fast, my head spun.

"Shut up you damn whore!" He spit, hand wrapping around my neck. The malice in his eyes made my blood turn cold. Tears began to collect in my eyes. "Isn't that what you're here for? To be my little sextoy? So shut up, be good, and let me do what I want."

"Dabi..." He shot me a warning glare that felt like he was physically stitching my lips shut. The tears spilled over, blurring my vision. He hiked my legs over his hips. I tried to push him away, but he tightened the grip on my neck.

"Last warning." He growled. I conceded, squeezing my eyes shut in fright.

"For you too, fucker." A raspy voice came from somewhere. I felt Dabi move away slightly before freezing. I took a stuttering breath before opening my eyes. I gasped at the sight of Shigaraki standing there with his hand on Dabi's neck while he fixed his clothes. I quickly moved up against the headboard, pulling a blanket over my naked form.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"This isn't our precious Dabi." Shigaraki said condescendingly. "It's your perverted neighbor Lyle."

"What?!" I couldn't believe what he told me, but it did make sense. The way he was acting didn't line up with Dabi but fit perfectly with Lyle.

"You're out of your mind!" Dabi yelled. Shigaraki just rolled his eyes before someone else entered the room. Toga and Lyle came in. I shrunk back into the pillows. I, of course, know about Dabi and the LOV, but I have never met anyone from the LOV. Now I have two major members in my bedroom.

"How do you switch us back?" Lyle growled. Dabi quickly explained. There was a flash, and Shigaraki let go of Dabi and grabbed Lyle.

"Let's go, bastard." Shigaraki drags him towards the door.

"Wait! Please!" He tried to beg, but Shigaraki didn't care in the slightest. Lyle looked like he was going to shit his pants. Shigaraki looked back at me before pinning Dabi with a look. "You owe me."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Dabi waved him off. The three left quickly, and my apartment fell silent. "Are you alright?"

"I've been better." I softly answered after a minute. He nodded. He walked over to my dresser, pulling out some clothes.

"Put these on. I'll be back." He set the clothes on the edge, not coming closer. He left the room and I grabbed the clothes. The clothes were ones that I liked to wear when I was upset or not feeling good.

"Definitely, Dabi." I muttered. I got dressed and huddled under the blankets. He came back in a few minutes later with a cup of tea.

"Here." He handed me the cup before moving away to standing at the window with his back to me. I silently drank the tea, not knowing what to say. I looked over at him to see his back muscles tense.

"Dabi..." I spoke up but he threw up his hand. I quieted down. He took a big breath letting his head fall back. He turned and walked towards me. He got onto the bed, getting under the covers with me.

I just looked at him for a second. I turned back to face forward and finished my tea. I set it on the side table. We sat in more silence. It began to feel heavy on me and I started to breathe heavily. More tears grew as the whole situation hit me.

Without speaking, Dabi pulled me into his chest gently but with a normal amount of attitude. I found comfort in that.

"M'sorry..." He mumbled. I almost didn't hear him but knew he wouldn't say it again. I buried my head in his chest, avoiding the staples.

"Wasn't you." I mumbled as he began to rub my back.

"He won't be a problem anymore." He said darkly. I understood what he meant since shigaraki drug Lyle out. A shiver went up my spine and I moved in closer. 

What we have wasn't conventional by a long shot. But I knew that he would be there if I needed him, like now. He could have easily left with the others and left me to my own devices to deal with the disturbing experience. But he stayed.

"Fuck, I hate being body snatched." He groaned.

"This has happened before?" I looked up at him.

"Well...no but I still hate it." He grumbled. I giggled and relaxed for the first time since "Dabi" stepped in.

"How did Lyle even know about you and I?" I asked, suddenly wondering about the fact. He stilled for a moment. We shared a look. "Nevermind. I don't want to know."

Tag List: @lilparcheesie @dxnaii-rxse @iris-shihabi @l0vely-lee @keigos-baby-bird

[tighnariluvsmushrooms]

Cynonari modern AU!!

Tighnari- florist

Cyno- agent(he's rich yk-?)

A/N-Okay so just to quickly clear things up! Cyno is a agent who is currenty acting as cop/police for a mission! But I won't add his 'agent' side as much. I mainly added it for rich man purpose (also don't expect this to be a smut but I possibly might make cyno sadistic)

Cyno walked into his penthouse. Everything was luxury,modern and urban what else could he possibly ask for? . . . Although... He got lonely.. with nobody to speak to..alone in a fancy place..

At the moment the lights were dimmed and it was dark and rainy outside. Cyno was laying on his bed...thinking how stupid it was for him, a rich man to be sitting all alone in his penthouse. He was feeling annoyed that he even cared about things so useless

He stared at the clock and sighed

"12am...I should really get some sleep.. I'll think about this later"

He layed there...as he slowly drifted to sleep..

**The morning!!**

Cyno had awoken from the sound of morning rain

"Still raining huh?*

He rolled his eyes and began getting ready for work..

Cyno put on a his work uniform and walked out of his penthouse to enter the elevator...

He heads over to the lobby and pulls his car keys out of his pocket ..

He gets in his Tesla and drives to work...

*Thrid person view on tighnari*

"Ugh work is such a hassle.." tighnari groaned as he was gonna make a quick stop by to the police station

Tighnari was a florist who worked near the police station and he was quite popular for his work but on the inside he was a vulnerable creature...to be honest tighnari was the type of person people had mixed opinions on ..some people thought his tail was cute and fluffy...while others would say it was weird and disgusting... tighnari never cared ... He just thought to himself 'if that's what they think thats their problem' and continued with his day

Tighnari was holding a bouquet of flowers and heading over to the police station which was only two blocks away

He was delivering roses to his friend who was going to pass them on to someone else

As he walked through the rain he ran into a albino haired man with tanned skin...he was mesmerized by how attractive he looked ....

[n1kkisixx]

Cold Shoulder

Kenny Lacos x Maxine Stewart

Kenny's getting pretty pissed. Max hasn't been talking to him, she refuses to take any cases or patrol with him. This, is simply unacceptable, so Kenny uses his detective skills to figure out why.

Six and a half days. That's how long Maxine had been refusing to interact with Kenny. Why? He had No. Fucking. Idea. And quite frankly, it was annoying him.

The last time they interacted was the same as usual. They worked a case, ended up in O'Connell's, chatted for a few hours over some drinks and slightly stale bar peanuts, then Kenny waved goodbye to her as they parted ways for the night. He went to his basketball game on Saturday, lazed around on Sunday and returned to work again on the Monday morning. That morning, nothing seemed off, Kenny went about the early hours looking over case files, making phone calls and, as he likes to call it, "bantering" with his fellow co-workers (though if you asked them, it was just blatant, one sided insulting... on Kenny's side.)

It was Monday afternoon that Kenny's annoyance first started. He and Max were scheduled to do some patrolling, boring work, but at least usually being on with her meant an easy target to bully and a few free drinks from winning dumb bets. However, Jimmy informed him a mere 30 minutes before he was due to leave for patrol that instead of Max, he would be joined by some random rookie cop. Steve? Stan? Simon? The name was forgettable, and forget he did. He instantly began to question Jimmy as to why Max wouldn't be joining him. Kenny's questions, however, got him nowhere, and he was left to deal with Sean's annoying yapping about some new rock band. What further rubbed salt into the wound was the fact that Kenny saw Max before he left. And she couldn't even look him in the eyes, she just ducked away into a different room when she saw him walking down the corridor, using the file she was holding to cover her face.

So, six and a half days later, this cycle of ignoring, being stuck with Sam, getting absolutely zero answers from Jimmy was infuriating. What annoyed him even more was the fact that he wasn't actually sure why her ignoring him made him so mad. They were just co-workers, why should he care if she talks to him or not? Yeah maybe he enjoyed her company more then anyone else he worked with, and yeah maybe he liked the way that she was able to throw insults back (even if they were weak), and yeah maybe he liked how she laughed and-- shit, maybe he liked Max. As in liked her.

With this new found realization, Kenny needed answers as to why he was being ignored and he was going to get them.

He knew that afternoon was when Max should be patrolling with someone, so he stalked out in the car park and waited till he saw her and some other random cop that, quite frankly, he didn't care about. As they both got into the patrol car and began getting ready to leave, Kenny approached the passenger side of the car, opened the door and grabbed the random guy out before shoving behind himself and getting in the car. The guy looked, to sugar coat it, pissed, but Kenny just flipped him off before reaching over Max and turning on the child lock.

"Listen, I'm getting pretty sick of this whole ignoring and avoiding me thing. I mean come on, I've been stuck with... Scott? For the last week! Do you realise how annoying that guy is!?" Kenny yelled out before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose with furrowed brows. "I just want to know what's going on. Jimmy is being one useless bastard and refuses to give me any answers when I ask why all our cases and patrolling has been swapped around. Come on Max, talk to me." He says, a slight plea in his tone.

Max looks at him with a saddened look on her face before looking down, fiddling with her hands in her lap. "Listen, Kenny--" She cuts herself off, looking nervously back up at him. Kenny, at this point was a bit concerned at her tone. Max wasn't usually so subdued and nervous. "I.. I may have realized something on Friday night. At the bar. But I can't really do anything about it and it's starting to really fucking eat away at me."

Kenny, of course, though understanding his own feelings, was one oblivious bastard. "What's wrong? You can talk to me you know, I mean come on we've seen guys with their insides on the outside, I don't think anything you said to me could shock me now." He let out a slight chuckle, before rolling his eyes at Max's continued silence. "What, cat got your tongue, Max? Come on spit it out already."

Apparently, he struck a nerve with that one, as Max instantly looked enraged. "Oh my GOD you are such a dick, you know that Kenny? You want to know why I've been avoiding you so much? Because I like you, okay? For some unknown, god forsaken reason, I like you and your insults and your complaining and everything else about you! I was avoiding you because I was hoping that I could just fuck some other guy and get over it, but of course you just had to be SOOO persistent, didn't you, you prick--!"

Max was cut off by Kenny suddenly making a swift movement and kissing her.

The pair slowly separated and sat in a still silence for what felt like an eternity, but, was likely just a few seconds. "You uh," Kenny coughs, "you wouldn't stop talking." He blinks at her dumbly for a few more seconds. "I really hope you didn't end up, what was it? 'Fucking some other guy'? That would be a real shame, 'cause, don't know if you could tell there but I seem to like your complaining too." He gives her a smug smirk before starting again. "You know, you could've just talked to me instead of being a pussy and running away every time you saw me coming towards you."

Max, now snapping out of her flustered state that she was previously in, retorts back, "It's not as if you make it easy to talk to you about this shit! You just kissed me and now you're insulting me!"

Kenny just laughs, giving her the same smug smile as before. "It's all just apart of my Kenny charm," He says with a wink, which Max just rolls her eyes at.

"So, you wanna go grab a drink? Like as a date? You know, just thought I'd clarify for you in case you got scared and avoided me again."

"Asshole. I'd like that."

my bsf wrote this for me cus i miss my babies and told me to post it on tumblr 😊😊😊

[communistkenobi]

That original post you made about glass onion, the one where you said the end rung hollow, at the time I kinda disagreed with you because I viewed the end as an "LOL" moment rather than a morality moment but I did understand what you were saying and partially did agree with you. NOW I'm seeing like posts applauding glass onion as a genius endeavor of anti-capitalism and pro working class ideology and I'm like "well you all are just sucking Rian Johnsons millionaire dick what is going on." Like I'm seeing people take the movie as like... actual theory instead of just like a story to enjoy which is how I watched the movie?? Anyways the memeification of art contributes and also ruins so much of contemporary art. Still enjoyed glass onion tho, but the way people are talking about it makes me feel kinda annoyed

i know 😭 like I enjoy being pandered to as much as the next guy but that’s all it is. Which doesn’t mean it’s insincere, I’m not accusing rian johnson of tricking anyone, but like progressives are an economic block that you can make money off of! My clumsy definition of it as Rich People Being Horrible shows is more indicative of a broader turn towards more explicitly progressive politics in western (American specifically) media. My parents watch so many cop procedurals and every one of them now has a police brutality “plotline” or special episode. Banks have pride flags on them. etc. again I’m not saying don’t enjoy being pandered to, but don’t mistake it for anything other than the feeling of being a satisfied customer.

This is partially an outgrowth of the neoliberal idea that you can consume your way into a progressive state of affairs, that if you financially support the correct things and purchase the correct products you are “doing politics.” individually spending money, or organising boycotts online, seem to be the only real horizon of “direct action” for a lot of people. And I’m not saying that stuff is useless, but it is very much insufficient on its own. and so I think people making the claim that glass onion is radical are themselves publicly claiming to be doing good work by watching it. Again this is not nefariously done, I do not think people are being disingenuous, but they are taking their feelings of being pandered to as proof that their politics are correct in some broader way, and heralding the rising popularity of progressive values in bourgeois art as a sign that things are “getting better,” and all you have to do to make things get better is to watch this cool movie on netflix about rich people being horrible

[foreverautumn89]

@miwiromantics

And I think its funny how Jonathan is useless and Steve is superior, yet if it weren't for Joanthan Steve wouldn't be the hero he is now. Steve wouldn't have done one damn thing for anyone else if it weren't for Jonathan. It was Jonathan who stood up to him and saved his life in the same day. It was Jonathan who changed Steve change for the better. It was all because of Jonathan. All the good Steve does now is thanks to Jonathan.

I don't know if I posted it but I know I have talked about it before about how amazing Argyle was all he did for them. It's thanks to him taking care of them and he was a ride or die type of friend to Jonathan and he helped them find the base they were keeping El there is so much more to it but point is I agree completely with you. I love Eddie but he gets credit, while Argyle doesn't.

You don't want to get me started on that I wasted the entire day the other day btching about that to raingingongallifrey she's probably sick of me repeating myself by now. I agree fanon Steve is canon Jonathan and its so funny the fans don't realize it and have no idea. Even in the Steddie and Byergrove ship-theres posts everywhere so it was hard for me not to see them but I realized they use Steve's name and image but its just Jonathan's character and they do it for Eddie and Billy too. Yes Eddie and Billy have a lot of similarties to Jonathan already canon wise they do, but Steve is the one who stands out the most because he is the opposite of canon Jonathan like since when does Steve preech to the kids about being themselves and loving themselves for who they are/be true to yourself? That was Jonathan. they have re-written Steve's entire character as Jonathan but with Steve's face and name. Steve was NEVER fcking abused. Never. His dad is strict thats it. And any parent even the nice ones would get pissed about their son having a party while they were away and getting the cops called on them and expect their child to be responsible and teach them a lesson by making them work at an ice cream shop and teaching them a vlue of a dollar. That doesn't make Steve's dad an abuser. Lonnie locked Jonathan up in a trunk before [Jonathan checking the trunk for Will's body which is canon] and pushed him against the wall as a form of greeting it was very clear Jonathan was getting abused. But they ignore Jonathan's abuse and say that Steve is getting abused. No he wasn't. There was never evidence of that what so ever.

I also said that to her as well about how they keep replacing Jonathan/cutting him out of the story completely with someone else. The one I remember is when they made Eddie an older brother figure for Will and El. I'm like btch they already have an older brother who protects them and saves them. They have completely written him out of the story or they only bring him up to talk trash about him. That annoys me too the Steve and Hopper stuff that Steve is Hopper's son even though thats Jonathan and there is canon stuff of Hopper being more of a father to Jonathan in 5 seconds than Lonnie was to Jonathan in his entire life.

Also the stuff about Steve being their babysitter since before S1 even though Jonathan was canon-ly the OG babysitter of the boys. He was close to the boys before Steve was. Steve took over taking care of the boys FOR Jonathan in S2. But it was Jonathan who was originally close to them. It was Jonathan who babysat Will and the boys who Will was always hanging around with. I get that its rare to see the boys and Jonathan together but their rare scenes together made it pretty clear that the boys adored Jonathan and vice versa.

[deadbatzz]

5, 7, and 12 for Remy for the sm oc ask game!! :3

5. What's your favourite type of candy?

"Oh, I'm not really a fan of candy, my teeth get a real gross feeling whenever I eat anything sugary. But uhh, those spoons with tamarind in them. Those were always my favorite as a kid." - Remy

7. Are you dating anyone right now? If not, are you interested in a partner later in life?

"Can I flip a coin for which one I'm gonna talk about?" (Remy snickers for a moment ) "Well I'm dating a gal named Dina, she's sweet and I've known her for a good while. She uh helped me get out of a nasty situation. Love her to death. I'm married to my idiot, Radford. I think it was love at first sight for him, but I used to think he was an annoying nerd, but he's my annoying nerd now. Actually, I think I have a thing for Blondes..." - Remy

12. What is your opinion on the overall police force? Reliable? Reckless?

"Reckless at best, useless at worst. I don't like cops period, never have. John is... okayy I guess? I don't trust the other one's name with my life." - Remy

[olderthannetfic]

Been thinking about daring to try to get into vidding (but I have zero knowledge about video editing lol) and wondered if there are ship manifestos that are in fanvid-form, so to say. Am shocked that there are only six on AO3. Though I guess it may have to do with videos being taken down because of copyright stuff?

(One of them was by you by the way if I'm not mistaken, ha! And now I want to watch Veritas: The Quest. Your video got me interested.^^)

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Haha. I was going to say!

Veritas is a fun dumb time. It makes me sad that they never released properly. (And yes, my love of baaaaaad "archaeology" canons full of magical woo and tomb raiding goes way back. Also my love of fake death and fake betrayal plots.)

AO3 is only moderately popular for fanvids, and mostly in a very specific community of people who send vids to the small-scale fancons—the sorts of people who founded OTW and who were vidding on Livejournal. (It won't be because of takedowns. The AO3 work would still be there, just with a dead embed.) That lack of popularity overall is part of why you don't see so many video manifestos, but I think it's more a terminology thing:

I think it's rare for vidders to call their vids "manifestos". I don't think of that one video as a vid that is a manifesto: I think of it as a vid I made to include in a manifesto. Instead, we tend to call them "pimp vids", but you don't tag with that because it's presumptuous. It's something you say retroactively about other people's vids or that you tell a vid beta you're aiming for. You don't get to decide if your vid successfully pimps people in any more than you get a say in whether you go viral, you know?

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There's a weekly vidders' zoom run by DC Slash (one of the tiny slash cons), and we just had a week where we brought in vids that got us into fandoms. A lot of other people's were ancient, blurry VCR transfers because they've been at this a lot longer than I have, but I can show you some of the vids that have gotten me into fandoms:

Killa's Haven vid Soldier annoyed me so much. What is that one brief flash of a scene? Did that dude die? It's not that sad a vid though? What the hell? So I had to watch just to find out. (Yes, he died. But he got better. Because Haven.)

The fact that I know and like Killa didn't hurt, but it's not like I loved the vid itself: a lot of it was my sheer annoyance at that one shot.

Of course, then, I made my own Haven vid, Captain Kidd, that was supposed to be an angry deep dive into show lore and how the other sanctimonious, fake-moral but actually pretty useless characters were treating my blorbo. (This is a theme with me, it appears.) It was not even 1% supposed to be a pimp vid...

To date, this is by far my most successful pimp vid, luring a whole bunch of people into the show just in time for it to massively jump the shark. (Damn it.) I've never even seen the ending.

More recently, akiv's Beyond Evil vid I'm a Ruler made me fall hard for Beyond Evil. Imagine my shock when what looked like a relatively normal buddy cop series starts with one of them secretly investigating the other as a serial killer. It was so much more intense and fucked up than I realized! Yessss.

After bouncing hard off of DMBJ, it was this Youtube vid Hei Ye falling for the Thorny Flower that got me intrigued again. The tone is so obvious and the dynamic is so clear, which really helped me get interested in a franchise that's often pretty hard to follow plot-wise.

I admit I never actually watched canon, but this Mr. Queen vid by Mozzaphne made me go look up a plot summary so I could read all of the fic. Lots of youtube vidders overuse show dialogue and mix it horribly over songs, but this one was really well done and adds a lot to your understanding of the character dynamics.

I don't think my foray into Detroit: Become Human was entirely because of a single vid, but Figure 8 by Dirty Mind Gene definitely helped. I knew it was a video game with robots. Nobody fucking told me it was a Caves of Steel ripoff with a jaded cop getting his mojo back via getting to know his robot partner.

I of course then went and made one with all of the zillions of deaths in the game because I love that shit. This apparently also got at least one person into the fandom.

Another vid a different person mentioned pimping them into a fandom was Lola's Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty vid ME!

It's a fabulous vid, and it's a fantastic illustration of how the central (canon) ship is supposed to read. Sadly, my personal opinion of the show is that Tang Fan is a perpetual victim and piece of shit who puts his own shallow grasp of morality and his personal feelings over the greater good, often getting characters killed unnecessarily. (I hear this is largely due to some questionable adaptation choices where they swapped who's the hothead and who's the one cleaning up messes.)

I've noticed that fluffy bunnies who watch the show tend to think Tang Fan is ~nice~ because he spouts modern morality instead of a selfish little bitch because he refuses to face the reality of the setting he's in and find the best real world solution instead of holding out for an ideal he'll never attain and thus making everything ten times worse. It reminds me forcibly of tumblr wank where people see themselves as these great moral leaders but lack all grasp of nuance. Their sensitivity extends only to their own feelings.

Yes, Sleuth left me with a lot of rage...

How dare the writing pretend like Tang Fan is the moral arbiter of anything, when my own personal fave, whom half the cast thinks is a villain, is constantly cleaning up after him, trying to keep the body count low, trying to maintain order as everybody else flies out of control...

And then the show made it all better by tormenting Tang Fan in the iddiest way possible. Ohohoho. It's not just that he gets his face rubbed in his own inadequacy and inability to save people. It's the ridiculously over-the-top flashback to "You're my only friend" right in the middle of the death scene. Way to twist the knife!

I, of course, have made my own vid for this fandom, Tiny, Pretty & Angry, and it is absolutely a manifesto, just not a ship one. It's a manifesto about how Wang Zhi is not only the most competent, but also the actual moral center of everything and fuck all of y'all if you don't agree.

In fact, there's probably another reason we don't call them manifestos:

In the oldschool Media Fandom vidding traditions, most vids are video essays and manifestos, really. That's a lot of the point of the aesthetic: making an argument. Partly due to technological limitations and partly due to vidding being innovated by slashers who were constantly challenged about their ships, the pretty visual spectacle styles so common in AMVs and currently on Youtube were largely absent. Meta argument was everything. That's the default.

Here's another one of mine that's pretty explicitly a fuck you to how most people in Untamed fandom see Wen Ning.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 22 Collusion

Spoilers below

-Gabriel doing his usual bit of talking to a corpse

-Dude really showing he's desperate

-Emilie knows her husband is batshit crazy

-The Adrinette is so f***ing cheesy I love it. THEY CALL EACHOTHER WHILE BRUSHING THEIR TEETH. UGHHHHH. Its dopamine

-And Gabriel just f***ing ruins the mood. The shift in adrien's expression, Just distraught.

-ADRIEN. MY BOY. HE CALLED OUT HIS S*** PANCAKES. I am so proud

-Plagg be spitting facts. Too bad neither of them know Adrien really has no choice in the matter

-They are trying to kiss but they both cant. Its cute but also... FUCKING KISS ALREADY! JUST KISS! YOUVE KISSED ALREADY. YOU CAN DO IT!

-Rose representing all of us right now

-" YOU TWO KISS OR I WILL KISS BOTH OF YOU?" Rose I dont think thats the threat you think it is

-Oh kwami they ARE INSUFFERABLE and I love it. If this was real I would HATE THEM SO MUCH. I feel Rose so much.

-Chloé and Sabrina are no longer friends after last episode, and Chloé just now a mean girl alone. Its just sad now.

-Lila (if that is her real name) still be out here plotting.

-So mendeleiev is the new principal, and just like before Chloé has the principal wrapped around her finger. This is getting really boring

-And cue Lila's plan

-Oh my gosh is this going to make Ms.Bustier go into Labor?!

-Ms.Bustier still trying to appeal to whatever organ is pumping the blood in Chloé's body. But this is season 5 Chloé, not season 2 or 3 Chloé.

-So Ms.Bustier got fired and I think Marinette is expelled. Sure feels like a recycled season 3 episode.

-WAIT... IS MS.bustier going to get akumatized and then they have to fight a PREGNANT WOMAN?!

-Ms.Sans-Culotte? Interesting reference

-Oh damn, she broke free. Impressive. She said no thanks and just broke the akumatization

-Monarch got akuma blocked

-So Ms.Bustier is leaving with a moderately attractive woman on a Motorcycle... Guess everyone is a Lesbian this season.

-Has no one seen robocop before? I know they have since there is an akuma parody of him. Its a bad idea

-OH NO ITS EVIL MARINO (lila as a waiter)

-Chloé now is just a mindless mean puppet. This is sad, At least before Chloé was mean and it was her choice and she did her own stuff, now its more like she is just a muppet to be used. Its sad really

-Lila manipulating Gabriel here, I respect the play, but im still annoyed by how dumb this is. Is chloé actually going to become the mayor?

-Tomoe out here just reminding Gabriel every chance she gets he's dying

-Rose, I love where your head is at, but not right now

-Andre talking to Gabriel about the good old days. Oh if only I cared about Gabriel in the slightest.

-Andre has a point, but he really should put a stop to the BS.

-And Gabriel creates Edited out of context videos using Alliance rings. Next time, deep fake images

-Gabriel selling out his homies like the bitch he is

-Yep, lesbians. Not surprising

-And now Bustier is going to get akumatized

-And just like that she gets akumatized

-Oh man that... that is just tacky. I dont like this at all

-And using the pig power

-SHE TURNS THEM INTO BALLOONS

-THE STAY PEACHY BIOGRAPHY IS BEING MADE INTO A MOVIE. HYPE!!! I HAVE BEEN SAYING SINCE SEASON ONE THEY SHOULD BE DOING THAT.

-Did... did she just advocate for state propaganda?

-Adrien was probably going to tell her... BUT interruption

-Lila really acting like Chloé's braincell. Is Gabriel really going to make Chloé mayor? They pulled this whole Villain is the Mayor s*** in Danny Phantom and it was stupid then

-Well Gabriel and Tomoe were right about one thing, the cops are useless here

-I feel like this message is hitting a bit too close to the French revolution

-Ladybug and Chat noir really just clowning on these akuma these days

-Ah some Zoebug, interesting

-So the mayor just quit, did not see that coming

-That was anticlimactic... something is not right here

-That was an onscreen kiss. Oh that is getting censored in the other areas

-THE LUCKY CHARM WASNT FOR THE AKUMA, IT WAS FOR CHLOÉ!

-And Chloe becomes mayor/dictator

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This dumb, this is really dumb.

I love the lovesquare stuff, but this show really jumped the shark. Chloé became Mayor with Robots, Lila/Cerise or whatever has multiple identities and puppeteers things is just already too much. This has just started going off the rails WAY too fast.

The show just feels so... off.

The episode was 5/10

I cant say I hated it, but i just cant find any enjoyment from this arc aside from the Lovesquare.

I cant say I feel as enthusiastic about this season as I was during Elation.