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yuheartss · 5 months

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WHOS THAT GIRL?

IN WHICH — light finally makes a move on the girl he’s been stalking since high school

ʚɞ WC? 949 wordss

ʚɞ warnings! - stalking, hint of kidnapping, fem!reader, fluff-ish, unedited, lowercase intended!

ʚɞ a/n: I feel like I made him a little ooc but I hope not.. if I did please tell me! constructive criticism is welcome js don't b mean ⟢

In collage you were a bubbly person you had all the best fashions, best friends everything you could’ve ever wanted except one thing, a boyfriend, you told yourself that you didn’t need one you had to work on your fashion design major

You went to a small cafe to work on a dress sketch with your earbuds on you don’t notice a man coming up to you, he taps your shoulder and you look up at him “yes?” You ask “um can I sit here? All of the other tables are full” you look around and he was right it was full

“Yea sure” you said welcomingly the man smiles and sits with a cup of tea in hand “so what’s your name?” He says, hoping to start a conversation you look up from your sketchbook you give him another smile “y/n what about you?”

“Light” he says leaning back against his chair he looks at your sketch “are you in a fashion major or something? I can tell because of your unique style and your sketches” light finished, like he didn’t already know, you stare at him for a minute and laugh softly “your very observant Light,yea I’m in that major what about you?”

“I’m in criminal justice my father was a cop so I’m just following his footsteps” he said casually, looking into your eyes for any suspicions you might have “interesting…you don’t look like you’d be a cop more like a…scientist or something” you tilt you head as he chuckles

Your phone buzzed causing the both of you to look at the phone “hello?” You answered the keychain on your flip phone dangled as you leaned over to talk to your friend as you were doing this light took notice of your slicked back bun your curls covered in glitter hairspray, charms and hair clips near your ears

He knows you’ve been like this since high school you’ve Always been friendly you were popular and all but you never had any classes with light so of course you weren’t gonna remember him

Ryuk hoveres over Light his smile never falters what are you gonna do Light? Your not gonna stalk her are you? Ryuk teases looking over to you, still on call with who ever

“Very funny” Light says softly “i already know where she lives” Ryuk laughs as you turn back to Light “sorry about that something came up I gotta go it was nice meeting you Light” you say as you start to pack your things up

“Wait! Can- can I see you again?” He asks a little too desperately but that’s what girls like right? You blush a little and flip a page of your sketchbook and write your number down you rip the paper out and give it to him before speed walking out

He watches you go and looks at the note :

xxx-xxx-xxxx call me! ♡

He smiled at this and left the cafe as light walked out the street he couldn’t help but start thinking about if you r always like that or do you fake a face or the public he just couldn’t help but think about you about what makes you tic your fears everything

So two months later you guys have been hanging out and then light calls you, he asks if you want to take a walk in a park and of course you agree, you put on your best outfit ever cheetah print leg warmers here bows with similar patters over there

And of course you being the only person of color with bright colors on, it made you stand out quite a lot you got stares from girls and boys, men and women, dogs even! it made you slightly uncomfortable as you noticed this one man who kept following you ever since you got off the bus

You brushed that aside once you saw Light in the distance you called his name and he looked over to you with a smile you caught up to him and held his arm “sorry about this” you muttered as you leaned you head on his arm

Thinking that this’ll throw the man off and he’ll leave to which he did leave after a while of walking and that’s when you let go of Light “sorry some guy was following me and I wanted to shake him off” you explained as he nodded “yea I kinda figured that’s what you were doing it’s no problem” he replied deciding to be bold and take your hand

You bit your lip softly to stop the expression that your blushing to appear “soo where are we going?” You ask as you both go deeper into the park “you’ll see..” was all he said when you both got onto the center of the park he had shown you a lit up little area fairy lights, the water fountain reflecting those light’s making the water light up, flower bushes all around

“Oh wow..” you said softly placing your well-manicured hand over you mouth “like it?” He asked with a smirk watching your every move “yeah.. are you finna propose or something?” You questioned him eyeing him suspiciously

He chuckles “no no nothing like that, I was gonna ask if you wanted to be my girlfriend” you pause for a moment he was so casual about it you almost missed the question, you practically jumped on him screaming a yes he returned your hug smiling but what you couldn’t see was the dark look in his eyes

Next thing you know, your on tv you watch as the reporter says that you’ve been missing for three months she finally asks? who’s that girl?

#death note #light yagami #light yagami x reader #light yagami x you #poc reader #black!reader #tw stalking #tw mentions of kidnapping #kinda fluff #agejo gyaru #agejo!reader #gyaru reader #naowrites໑⃝

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murderedbyhomework · 1 year

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The Tragedy of Tyler Galpin

So I watched Wednesday, and now I have feelings. Maybe I’ll do Xavier later if I have time, I like him too, and character studies are my love language.

Tyler is established as someone with a distant father and a dead mother he was presumably close to, more so than his father. So obviously, his mommy issues appears to be something Laurel Gates played into. We don’t really hear the dialogue of then Laurel first invites him to her car, and the outline of how Tyler truly became the Hyde is very vague, so here’s my theory. Of course, this is just a theory, and my own interpretation, so yeah please don’t come for me?

So basically, I believe Laurel played on his love of his mother. Presumably, she grabs his hand at the coffee shop, and probably says something along the lines of either “I was a friend of your mother’s, you look exactly like her.” or just an invitation to her car, maybe both. Tyler, intrigued by the mention of his mother, would then go to her car, where she shows him the files of his mother, and reveals to him a twisted version of the truth. Obviously, Tyler would be quite angry at his father for keeping this from him, quite rightfully actually, and given that he regards Laurel as someone who has revealed the truth to him and has valuable information about his mother, he would probably be much more trusting towards her. I believe she would then invite him to meet with her later at night to ‘discuss his mother and his heritage more’, something he would probably agree to. Obviously, she ends up knocking him out, and taking him to the cave, which is where the scene where he’s chained up takes place. I think she knocked him around a little, which of course resulted in the injuries we saw on screen. However, as Tyler does have the Sheriff as his father, she probably got impatient, and simply injected the chemicals into him while he was unbalanced by the events that just happened. After all, in the span of a day, he’d found out about his mother, been kidnapped, and tortured in order to unlock his Hyde, and honestly with that kind of emotional upheaval, it would not take much to unlock the Hyde. Furthermore, Laurel is probably on a rather tight schedule, given that she does not want to spark suspicion, so she probably didn’t keep him for long, probably a few hours at most.

They would later then meet in the night for a few hours at a time, and Tyler would perform the killings under her control. Some people in the fandom interpret their relationship with non-consensual sexual undertones, and honestly I think it’s plausible. However, I personally think that it was more of a very twisted maternal relationship going on. After all, Laurel is smart, very smart, and she would have done her research accurately. Therefore, there’s a large possibility she played on Tyler’s desire for a mother after he’d just lost his, and therefore she’d be physically affectionate like a mother would to her small child, and use more childish words with him such as “mama” with him, something that we see in the show. Personally I see Hydes as something that is a very cruel existence, given how they are unlocked, and I see similarities with Bruce Banner’s Hulk in marvel. They both are so called monstrous manifestations of the carrier’s trauma and perhaps pent up anger,and I assume their mental and emotional age to be that of a small child, which is messed up when you think about it. Anyway, I believe that’s how Laurel would control him.

As for the “enjoying it” thing, I don’t really buy it. Of course, we do see Tyler having a dark streak, seeing how he used to hang out with bullies, and was probably enough of a delinquent to result in having court-ordered therapy sessions, something I personally theorize to be linked with when he assaulted Xavier, maybe a condition in order for Xavier not to press charges. Honestly, I wish the show writers had explained that a little more, and hopefully it gets explored in the 2nd season. Obviously, I’m not completely absolving him of blame, losing a family member does not excuse his behaviour, but it does explain it, just a little. I do not,however, believe his dark streak to extend to enjoying murder. I believe it was the Hyde’s influence, perhaps the psychic link with Laurel affecting how he perceived the murders, a built in defense mechanism of the Hyde in order to protect him.

Honestly, what I think is most tragic about him is how easily his situation could have been prevented. I’m not talking about his father, but just the concept of stranger danger. As a girl, if someone of the opposite sex, or even just a random woman, came up to me, grabbed my hand, and told me to meet them in a private place, I would panic. That’s because as a girl, I was taught by my mom to never trust a stranger who asks me to meet them in a private place. However, Tyler was either too blinded by his emotions to register that, or as a boy, he never considered it, and that’s just really sad for me. Honestly, if he’d told someone that this random mysterious older woman had grabbed his hand, told him she knew his mom, and asked him to go meet her privately later, Laurel could have been arrested, and maybe the entire thing wouldn’t have happened, I guess that’s what fix-it fics are for. So yeah, it’s not Tyler’s fault, of course not, but it is sad that a concept of stranger danger could have prevented the tragedy befalling him. Honestly, I do think his father tried. Obviously, it wasn’t very well, he is depicted as old school and doesn’t believe in therapy or working through emotions a lot, but I do see him as the tough love, subtle gestures of care as silent declarations of love kind of father, something that Tyler potentially missed. From how Tyler suggested a movie night, even if it was half sarcastic, I honestly think Tyler and his father probably had a closer relationship before his mom died, but when she did, he got too scared about the trauma of losing his mom unlocking the Hyde, and they drifted apart. Obviously, terrible parenting right there, but I do think he wasn’t as bad as some may interpret him. Honestly, if Tyler had even just told him about Laurel inviting him out, and how she’d revealed something about his mom, they might have eventually worked it out. It’s not Tyler’s fault,obviously not, but it’s tragic in the what ifs and what could have been.

#damn that got long #this is just my personal opinion feel free to disagree #character study #character analysis #tyler galpin #sheriff galpin #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe #wednesday #laurel gates #marilyn thornhill #stranger danger #tw mentions of torture #tw mentions of kidnapping #tw manipulation #i won't talk about wednesday and tyler because honestly it was kinda out of the blue #well no but it was in very weird territory i do not want to talk about'#so

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collectingsparechangemadeeasy1 · 1 year

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Painting the Town Red

So I’ll be adding it in the tags, but there’s a trigger warning of a child being beaten, and a very brief mention alluding to kidnapping, if there’s anything else I should add to that, let me know!

Oscar bounded after his dad after leaving Fairytale at the stables with Long Memory. They were visiting the town today to run some errands, and Oscar was ecstatic! He so rarely got to go into town, partly because they had what they needed to live at the farm, but partly because dad was a little over protective, and said it was dangerous. But he was going today! He was so excited, he could just explode! In fact, he kinda was! Little green magic fireworks shot off randomly from his head, sometimes his magic would do funny stuff when he was feeling something really strongly.

He bounced along his dads side, half listening to the itinerary of the day. Hot cocoa ingredients, new horse brushes, blah blah blah, potions from aunt Glynda! But she wasn’t in today… so they would get them from her assistant Gray, boo. Seeds, blah blah blah.

Oscar looked around in wonderment at all the stalls and built shops around them. People selling clothes of bright hues to the left, someone cooking delicious smelling meat to the right, and ahead some someone yelling about how amazing their jewelry was, another was arguing about prices.

Oscar pressed a bit closer to his dad. It was… so much. He’d been to town a few times, but they didn’t go through this part… Was there an event? Was something special happening? It was hot outside too… His head was starting to spin, people were yelling, some calling out to him, everything was so bright, it hurt his eyes. He tried to cover his ears and close his eyes, but people shoved into him and made him stumble, they glared or even shouted at him. He didn’t immediately register he wasn’t with his dad anymore.

His breathing was heavy and erratic, he felt hot and uncomfortable, his clothes were clinging in all the wrong ways and places and he felt tears brimming in his eyes. He wanted his dad! He wanted to go home! This was a bad idea! He should have stayed on the farm today! He wanted to go home!

Finally he stumbled into an alleyway between two shops and was able to scurry away from all the noise and heat and light. He curled up, putting his head between his knees as he sobbed softly. This was turning into a horrible day… He felt gross but in a bad way, not in the “just worked the fields and now I’m gross” way. He’d lost his dad, he had no idea where he was, and he was too scared to leave the alley…

He didn’t know how long he cried for, when someone roughly grabbed his hair and yanked him into the air, making him cry out in pain. He wriggled and kicked, fearful tears coming faster now. He sobbed, looking into the eyes of the man that held him. He was clean shaven, and smelled like something sweet and cigar smoke. The smell was oddly comforting, since his dad smelled like cigars sometimes.

He had bright red hair that covered one of his eyes, the visible one was a bright flashing green. He wore a white trench coat, his hands bore black gloves with orange jack-o-lanterns faces on the backs. His shirt was a black blouse, a gray ribbon tied around the neckline, with gray pants and black shiny shoes. He also wore a bowler hat, with a dyed pink, brown, and white feather in the band.

His companion was a small girl, with half pink and half brown hair, little streaks of white running through the dual colors, her eyes matched. She wore a white three quarters sleeved sheath dress with a slit up to her thigh up the side, and a half pink half brown demi-loop corset that had black lace around the edges.

“Well… look what we have here? A little brat all alone. Where’s your mommy?” The man holding him up asked mockingly, shaking Oscar and making him cry out in pain.

“I-I don’t have one, let me go!” He pleaded, but it only made the man laugh at him, the girl smiled cruelly.

“Awwww! He doesn’t have a mommy!” he cooed patronizingly. “How sad! Say Neo, you want a kid?” The girl, Neo, gained a look of utter disgust and spat on Oscar. “Woof, tough break kid. My partner here doesn’t seem to like you.”

He shook horribly, his head hurt so much from where the man was holding him, and he wanted his dad more than ever right now. “W-what do you want from me?”

The man scoffed and jostled him roughly with another cry of pain.“There’s nothing a pipsqueak like you could really give me. But I’ll take whatever you have, and since I’ve had a rough day, I think I’ll take it out on you. Sounds fair?”

Oscar grunted in pain as he was suddenly thrown to the ground, his head banging against the curb, making stars dance in his eyes. And then… pain exploded through his abdomen as a hard kick connected, making him gasp, gag, and wretch horribly. Tears dripped down his cheeks as darkness blurred across his vision.

Another blow rang out, but this time it wasn’t aimed at Oscar. A rock clattered to the ground, one that had been thrown at the man, hitting him square in the forehead. “Ah! What the- who would dare- Ow!” He cried out as another rock hit him, and another and another! It was a malstrom of projectiles.

Oscar looked to the end of the alley where the rocks were coming from. Three teenagers stood there, throwing the rocks at his assailants.

“Get lost creep!” the shortest girl cried, hurling a large rock at the pair. Her hair was short and a bit choppy, like she’d cut it herself, and a bright pale orange. Her eyes were a bright baby blue. She wore a white long sleeved shirt, a pink heart painted on the front. A dark grey sweater where she seemed to have endless rocks stored, was around her shoulders. And her skirt was a pink and blue plaid design, a white petticoat under it.

“Yeah! Leave him alone!” The blonde boy agreed, though his voice was shakier. He had blue eyes and a little brown cap on his head, and brown fingerless gloves. A black hooded cloak with a gray bunny on the front was around his shoulders. As well as a white blouse and blue pants, with brown mud caked boots.

“Go away! Get out of here!” The boy with the pink streak in his hair huffed, using vines to throw more pebbles at the pair. He had bright pink eyes, like the geraniums his dad planted last year. He wore green overalls with a pink lotus on the front chest pocket, a pink long sleeved shirt with black sleeves, and black boots with gold laces. His hair was tied back with a white and pink ribbon.

“And don’t come back!” The tall girl nodded, levitating some of the stones to hurl at the two. She had bright green eyes, but not like the mans, hers were kinder, even in her furied state. Her hair was long and red, held back by a black cord and kept neat with a gold circlet that had a green emerald in the center. She had a brown blouse with a braided design on the sides of the chest and a collar. Her knit sweater was a dark red color and seemed a bit big on her. She wore a golden yellow skirt with matching suspenders, black tights, and brown boots with gold heels.

The pair looked ready to attack the group of teens, but realizing they were outnumbered, and that the four were magic users. They shared a look, glared at Oscar, and ran, leaving the scent of cigar smoke and something sweet. Oscar didn’t get up when they left, the kick was strong and Oscar was sure the man had been wearing some kind of metal shoe. His stomach ached, his head was throbbing where the man had grabbed him, and he was sure he was bleeding… “Hey, are you ok?” the short girl with orange spiky hair asked, kneeling next to him.

Oscar shook his head, whimpering softly. “N-no…”

“Here, this might help.” the boy with pink eyes knelt next to him and hovered his hands over Oscar. They glowed a bright pink color and Oscar felt his pain easing and he breathed a sigh of relief. Healing magic… Not an easy thing to learn.

“Thank you…” he said softly, slowly sitting up with the aid of the tall girl and the blonde boy. “You saved me.”

“Awww, it was nothing. We just saw a creep and knew we had to put the beat down!” the orange haired girl declared, sticking out her hand. “My names Nora! These are my friends!”

“Jaune.” the blonde one smiled sheepishly.

“Lie-Ren.” The one with pink eyes bowed slightly.

“Pyrrha!” The red haired girl chirped. “And what’s your name?”

“It’s-”

“OSCAR!” there came a cry from the end of the alley, and Oscar’s heart leapt to his throat.

“DAD!” he cried, trying to stand to rush to him, but could barely take a step before falling over. Luckily, his dad was there now, and he caught him.

“Oscar! Oh Oscar! I lost you in the crowd! I was so scared! Oh never scare me like that again!” his dad all but sobbed, holding onto him like his life depended on it. “What happened? Who hurt you?”

“I-I don’t know… One was named Neo I think…” he sniffled, holding tightly to his dad.

“Neapolitan and Roman Torchwick.” Ren informed, “Known criminal kingpins of Vale. Guess they were having an off day.”

“We scared ‘em off though! They ran like a couple’a babies!” Nora smirked triumphantly.

Oscars dad breathed slowly and stood, holding Oscar still. “Thank you. All, I don’t know how to repay you for this.”

“No payment needed!” Pyrrha laughed a bit nervously, pausing as Jaune whispered something in her ear. She went a bit red and quickly snatched the circlet off her head. “Just uh- doing the right thing!”

He smiled and kissed Oscar’s head. “Well… why don’t I at least buy you all some treats, hm? Candy floss or ice cream perhaps? You did a great deed, let me thank you.”

Before Pyrrha could protest Nora was already tugging the older man by his coat, “Both! Can we do both! I want both!”

“Nora, remember your manners.” Ren chided as he followed along, Jaune trailing behind, holding Pyrrha’s hand as they followed his dad like ducklings.

Oscar smiled softly, sighing contently as his dad slowly wound his own healing magic through him. Maybe this trip to town wasn’t as awful as he thought…

#tw child injury #tw child abuse #tw mentions of kidnapping #Small Moments au #Oscar pine #Ozpin #rwby au #Dadpin

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loliwrites · 1 year

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Don't wanna toot my own horn, but this fic might be the best thing that came out season 5 until the Gaza episodes (pls see the sarcasm [but not really] y'all)

Warning: mentions of kidnapping

AU of 7A WF 83429 – more like a post episode continuation

Her fingers fumbled with her keys and she hoped Josh hadn’t noticed. He had, of course. Just as much as she was attuned to him, he was to her. Almost simultaneously, he raised his hand and set it against her lower back. Fingertips gently splayed across with the lightest of pressure on her spine. He never knew the best way to comfort a woman. Much less one navigating the anxieties of the reality they’d been forced into.

Not that either of them, or anyone in the country for that matter, thought the disappearance of Zoey Bartlet was the action of a college graduate spreading her wings. Everyone knew it was serious. Of the highest importance. They knew she’d been ripped out of a club surrounded by people: friends, strangers, secret service. They also knew she could be anywhere at this point, enduring any number of crimes done to her person. But it also kind of seemed like she’d be found quickly. That it’d be a matter of hours, if not a day, before she was back within the confines of the White House. For Donna, it had become wholly clear that this was a tragedy that had depths unlike any she’d ever experienced before, when she and Josh left the West Wing and meandered out by the gate. The sheer magnitude of candles, photos, flowers, gifts, for this girl – this child – alarmed Donna.

That’s why her hands were trembling now as she struggled to slide the key into the lock. It was why she’d lost her footing more than once on the walk home. After they’d stopped by to ponder the gifts by the White House gate, Donna thought Josh would leave. Head back to the office and do something… anything… to help. And she thought that’d be for the best. She wanted nothing more than to deal with the anxiety bubbling within her by herself. Perhaps if she were left alone, she wouldn’t feel so guilty about the anxiety. But Josh never let her walk home alone. Even when there hadn’t been a national crisis, anytime Josh caught wind that Donna had walked to work (and he wasn’t physically stuck in a meeting), he’d drop what he was doing and walk her home. Sometimes it was the impetus he needed to actually leave the office himself and go home. But sometimes he’d just end up walking back to work.

So Donna shouldn’t have been surprised that he walked her home. She also wasn’t surprised that it was an unusually quiet walk. What could they say to each other? What was there to say? She surely wasn’t going to tell him that Zoey’s kidnapping had sparked a fear in her for her own safety. That women went missing every single day, and what if her day was tomorrow? But she was no one special. No one would kidnap her for the release of Syrian prisoners. No one would shut down the airports to limit the scope of where she could go. She’d just disappear into the night and she wondered how long it would take someone to realize she was missing. But mostly she thought about how selfish it was of her to be thinking of herself right now.

“Donna?”

Donna turned and looked up at Josh. His free hand was out-stretched in her direction; his other still perched on her lower back. “Yeah?”

“You wanna stand on the stoop, or you wanna go inside?”

“I wanna go inside,”

“Okay,” Josh pressed a smile and softly coaxed her keys out of her hand. He slid the key into the lock steadily and twisted it as though he were opening his own front door. He even jiggled the knob on instinct, having experience that it had a tendency to stick. Josh nudged the door open and handed the keys back to Donna. “Want me to come up for a bit?”

“No, that’s okay,” she stepped in through the security door and forced her own smile. “I’m sure you want to get back to the office and be around incase they need you,”

He nodded slowly, not completely convinced. “Can I come up for a bit?” Putting it like that, he knew she’d take it as though he needed the company, and not that he knew she actually needed it.

Josh had seen all the candles, flowers, and gifts, too. He’d seen the people praying at the gate. He was living in the same reality as Donna but having a completely different experience with it. He wasn’t sure why she’d grown shaky, or why she’d tripped over her own feet. He only knew that the Donna he was seeing was afflicted. And they took care of each other. It’s just what they did.

Donna dropped her keys in the bowl by the door once they entered her apartment. She’d gathered herself enough to not trip on the three flights of stairs on the way up. Josh followed her in and closed and locked the door behind him. From the corner of his eye, he saw the blur of a cat run by and into the other room. But Donna was on her way into the kitchen and he didn’t want to give her too much time to get too far away from him.

“Do you want anything?” She asked over her shoulder, trying to sound casual. It wasn’t lost on either of them that her voice shook.

“I’m okay,”

She opened up a cupboard and pulled out a bag of coffee grounds, “it’s no trouble. Coffee might be helpful if you’re thinking of going straight back to work. Though I think you need–”

“I can make it,” he eased the bag out of Donna’s hands. Despite her staring suspiciously at him, he continued to float through the kitchen, opening drawers and cabinets for each item he needed. The next time he looked over at her it was because she’d finally taken a step back, as though making a physical point that she was going to let him finish the task. He scooped a few tablespoons of the coffee grounds into the filter. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She nodded again, quietly fearful that she wasn’t too convincing. “I feel bad for the President. And Mrs. Bartlet. I can’t imagine what they’re going through. How they must be feeling,” she stared as Josh poured water into the basin. He replaced the carafe back in its spot and clicked the machine on. It immediately started bubbling away. “And they don’t even get to do it in private. They have to be on their best behavior because everyone’s looking at them. Analyzing them. And Zoey,” Donna choked on her breath which got Josh’s particular attention. She was thankful that he quickly looked away, deferring his glance to the coffeemaker so she could compose herself. “God, she must be so afraid. And wondering what’s happened to her. How could he do that to her?”

Josh folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the counter. “These guys aren’t good people, Donna,”

“Not them,” she pushed her hands back through her hair and used it as an opportunity to bow her head. “Her boyfriend. Frenchie. Where was he? Why’d he slip her something? Who does that?”

“He’s a kid with unlimited resources at his disposal. He’s not thinking. His decisions are being made on impulse as to what’s going to get him the most pleasure,”

Donna’s head shot up, stronger than ever. “Why’re you defending him?”

“I’m not,” Josh shrieked.

“He’s a kid? He’s an adult in every country in the world! Why does he get to go around acting like every girl he’s with is dispensable, but every woman has to go around acting like she might be the next one taken?!” She backed herself into the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, and pressed her back up against the jamb. “Why do men do that? We’re not disposable things you take out weekly with the trash.”

And if Josh hadn’t been attuned to her previously, he surely was with that last comment. It was the first time all night that she had lumped herself into the situation; that the we she was referring to was the royal we. The entire night had been intense and complete focus on Zoey – and understandably so. But Josh was beginning to gather that Zoey was just the current poster girl for a greater woman’s issue. A greater Donna issue. He took a step toward her with his hand outstretched, and seeing her take an instinctive step back nearly knocked the wind out of him.

“What’s going on?”

She took another step backward, “nothing.”

“Talk to me,” he pleaded. “When have you ever bit your tongue on telling me every thought you have of every day?”

She spooked when the coffeemaker beeped, indicating that it had done its job. But when she focused back on Josh, she just stepped further into the living room, and further away from him. “I don’t tell you every thought I have,”

“Really? The amount of things I know about you because of the unfiltered stream of consciousness you speak to me with would be the world’s best filibuster.” He managed to gain a few steps on her and close the gap as she pondered his statement – probably wondering if she should be offended or not. “I can’t help unless you tell me what’s going on. I’m already useless at work right now because no one has any information. I can’t be useless here, too.”

“You wouldn’t get it,” she bristled and made her way to the couch. She tucked her legs beneath her and pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch, and placed it across her lap. “You live in a completely different reality. All men do,”

Josh furrowed his eyebrows. His mind was already spinning with things he wanted to retort and say to her, but he also wanted her to finish her full thought. If he interrupted, he doubted she would.

“Why are women taught all the different ways to fight off an aggressive man, but men aren’t taught to not be aggressive? We have to walk with our keys between our knuckles. We can’t walk and be on the phone. God forbid we be in the presence of a man without a smile on our face.” She shook her head because the list could go on and on and on. “You don’t let me walk home alone. You bristle if I have to take the subway alone at night. And it’s not because I’m stupid or weak… I’m the only reason you and Toby ever made it home from Indiana. It’s because every single day we exist in a world where men are the most dangerous force against women. And it’s Zoey, Josh! It’s Zoey. She’s got an entire entourage of the best marksmen in the world. And she’s got a button in her pocket to call that entire entourage to her in a heartbeat. And she’s gone. Poof!” Donna threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. “Into thin air. The whole world is looking for her now and they still can’t find her.”

She swiped the back of her hand across her eyes to hide the fact that she had started to cry. But throughout the entirety of his life, a woman crying was Josh’s kryptonite. He’d heard his mother cry every night for almost a year after the fire. And that was the start of his relationship with seeing women cry. And each progressing time, his gut instinct to it got worse and worse. But when Donna cried… he’d never experienced something so heartbreaking. She didn’t cry in front of him often and he supposed that was a professional and pride thing. He’d seen her cry during the campaign because of Dr. Freeride. And he had caught her wiping away tears from bloodshot eyes when she was finally able to see him in the ICU after Rosslyn.

Donna lowered her hands and looked up as Josh neared the couch. Now too distraught to fight it, she didn’t shrink away or make an attempt to leave. She just stared at him, holding back her tears as he sat down next to her. “How am I going to be found if the daughter of the leader of the free world can’t even be found? The FBI’s not going to look for me. Who’s going to look for me?”

“I would look for you,”

“Great. You can’t even find your way out of a paper bag,”

Josh suppressed a smile. He tucked a fingertip beneath her hair and brushed it away from her face, so it wouldn’t stick to the tears that were threatening to fall loose. “I would make sure the FBI looked for you. I’d say, ‘these guys must be pretty bad guys because they took Donna Moss and everyone loves Donna Moss’.” He genuinely thought that’d be a comfort to her, or at least lighten things up.

But when Donna let out a sob, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him. The momentum made him lean against the back of the couch with her tucked into his chest. He did all he knew how to do to comfort her. He rubbed her arm and back. He set his cheek down on the top of her head as she tried to regulate her breathing. And after a few minutes, he heard her start to do just that. Perhaps she had grown embarrassed to show such great emotion in front of her boss, but Josh was endeared that a part of her felt comfortable enough to do so.

Josh felt a tugging on his shirt and he looked down to find Donna wiping her nose in it, “oh, go ahead. I don’t like this one anyway,”

She leaned back and shook her head. With her eyes fixed to the ceiling, she waved her hands in front of her face as if that was all she’d need to do to rid herself of the tears. “This is so stupid, I know. And selfish. It’s not about me.”

Josh leaned forward, shaking his head, “it’s not stupid.” He looked down at his hands, “life just got a little scarier than it was yesterday.” He glanced back at Donna and noticed she had mostly turned away from him, hiding her face from his view. “You know, there’s a difference.” He paused for effect and knew she’d turn back to look at him despite her swollen, red eyes. “Earlier you said, why do men treat women like they’re disposable. And they don’t do that,”

Almost angrily, she mumbled, “Josh.”

“Boys do that. Boys treat women like they’re disposable. Boys act irresponsibly. Boys don’t care. Men do. There’s a difference,”

“Not sure this is the time for a semantics lesson.”

Josh reached forward and set his hand down on her knee. He scooted forward as Donna stared at his hand for just a split second longer before returning her gaze to his. “Frenchie may be an adult, but he’s not a man. Age doesn’t dictate that and he’s got a long way to go before he can reasonably call himself a man in my eyes.” He squeezed her knee softly, “and no, I don’t walk you home or grimace when you take the subway at night because I think you’re weak or stupid. Donna, it’s never you that I don’t trust.”

Her eyes seemed to twinkle at his admission.

“And not to be too chummy, so don’t get all sentimental and doodle this in your diary, but I’ve already had a lot of people I care about die and I’d rather not add you to that list.”

She choked out a laugh and leaned forward with outstretched arms. They took each other into a deeply caring hug. One that had Donna tucking her face into his shoulder, and had Josh smelling her gardenia shampoo.

“You are a very good man, Joshua Lyman,” she whispered and rubbed his back. “Despite what the crazy internet people say about you.”

As they parted, Josh thought better than to ask what the internet people were saying about him now. Another part of him didn’t want to know. Instead, he gave Donna a fond smile, and quickly feeling like he’d overstayed his welcome in her small home after an unbearably long day (and night), stood from the couch. She followed suit as they both headed for the front door.

Josh pulled it open and before he walked through it, he looked back at her. “And not for nothing, but I know my number’s the first one on your speed dial, and that’s kind of like a panic button,” he felt his cheeks grow hotter when a gentle smile spread across her lips. “Or, it could be used as one if you wanted it to be,”

He took a beat before he turned to leave. Somehow he knew she’d wait at the open door and watch him descend the steps within her building. “I’d come looking for you, Donna, because my life would probably fall apart if you weren’t around to keep it together.”

#this a fic #fic related #josh x donna #josh lyman x donna moss #tww #fic #7A WF 83429 au #tw mentions of kidnapping #will also be on #ao3

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laffy-taffy-creations · 1 year

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Real Heroes

Warnings: mentions of trauma, past experimentation, child experimentation, mentions of kidnapping, death mention

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"And the award for No. 1 Hero is, as it has been for the last 11 years, NM!" the speaker announced.

I forced myself to keep my nerves under control. In just a few moments, they would ask if anyone had any objections, and I would raise my hand. I subconsciously searched for the hand of one of my teammates standing next to me and grabbed on to it. S ended up being said teammate and gave me a comforting squeeze.

The speaker finished up their speech which mostly boiled down to 'obviously he deserves this because it's him'. "Now, for something that I'm almost certain is useless, does anyone in the crowd object to this?" they asked.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I forced my hand as high as it could go. I heard a few gasps and murmurs. When I opened my eyes, most people were looking at me. "I…I have an objection," I said, trying to make myself sound as confident as possible.

There was some tense almost silence for a bit before I said, "Am I allowed to go up?"

"Please do!" the announcer said.

A path was made and I let go of S's hand as I walked towards the stage. People naturally let me through and I took several calming breaths as I ascended the stairway to the stage where everybody could now see me. It was now or never, every person in the city would recognize me as the person who objected to NM being the No. 1 Hero, if I didn't make my case now I probably couldn't ever again.

"You're one of the hero trainees, right? What's your name?" they asked. NM recognized me almost instantly once I was on the stage with him.

I forced myself to speak. "Yes, my codename is Blackout… I was the trainee that led the charge on the lab hidden in the forest a few months back," I said. I wished there was a better way to do this without having me stand so close to him, even though he was at least 10 feet away.

The speaker seemed intrigued and was treating this like some sort of interview, "so you're one of the best trained under his watch, right?" It was insulting, like they were trying to poke holes in my arguments before I made them by attacking me. It was disgusting.

"Just because I'm one of the best trained at the academy he teaches at doesn't mean that it's because he trained me, I learned the most from my actual teacher, my classmates, and my training before I was at the academy. I'd appreciate it if you didn't ask questions with the goal of making my statements debunked before I make them, I do notice what you're doing and it's absolutely gross, now may I have the microphone so I can explain?"

That stunned the announcer who silently nodded and gave me the microphone. I took a deep breath. This was it. Everybody would know.

"How about I start off by putting it bluntly. That lab that was hidden in the forest? Was his."

There was muttering amongst the audience and visible disbelief on most people's faces.

"The way I knew about it, and why I led the mission? It's because I was one of the experiments there, and I was the only one who escaped. He wasn't allowed to know about the mission until after, but if you saw his face, you would know as well as I do that he was both scared, and absolutely furious."

One of my friends shouted out, "He absolutely was!" Another gave me a smile and thumbs up.

"Why? Because he was more at risk for being outed. And here's where I would like to make my case. He doesn't deserve to earn the award this year. He didn't deserve the award any years prior. I was taken from my parents at the age of 9. I woke up one day, no clue where I was, who anybody around me was, or where they'd taken some of my things including my mask that everybody now knows me by."

The audience was completely silent and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. Several of my teammates were making hearts with their hands towards me. One of them mouthed out 'you got this' to me. Here comes the big part. Deep breaths.

"I was tested on there for 4 years before I finally got out, and had to wait 4 more years until I had enough personal influence to even believe I could save the others." I laughed a bit, "And do you notice the issue there? We all needed saving. Saving is the job of a hero, and if the number 1 hero knows about something they are able to change to save literally over 200 people, they should do it. But he didn't. Because he was the one running that lab."

I started getting angrier the more I talked about it, "I am not the only person that suffered from this, one of the youngest experiments was Rullo. 3 when his experiments started. He never saw the actual world until he was 11 when we saved him. I was 9 when I had to be put through this. I was 13 when I ran away and the saving of all of them was put on me because it wouldn't stop until someone saved us. And I was 17 when I led the charge. I couldn't speak up until now because I was too scared that no one would believe me and still am because who would believe a 17 year old trainee over the number 1 hero? My testimony alone won't be enough."

I felt the adrenaline running through my veins. I was doing this. He was going to get what he deserved for taking all of us from our families.

"And before anyone tries to say I'm twisting things and changing the narrative," I continued, "I'm not. I'm not even Japanese, I'm American. My parents and I, we were visiting for an annual trip. I have never seen them since. And based on the others in the lab, I can say with certainty most of us are foreigners. I'm European-American. Zharata is Chinese. Rullo is Italian. Sayovai is Northern African. Agno is Greek. It's like the best display of diversity, and it's a lab to use people as experiments against their will."

I stomped my foot, and a giant black spike shot up from the floor, and went back down just as quickly with a zap of electricity. "See that?" I asked the audience. I snapped and the scenery around all of us changed from a giant concert-like venue into a massive ballroom, then pitch black darkness with perfect lighting so people didn't freak out as much, then a giant room resembling those each experiment series was held in.

"All of this is real. It's not fake, like my publicly known power, Illusion. This is one of the powers that was forced upon me," I said. The ceiling opened and all of the scenery swept itself back to me from under all of the attendees. I waved my hands and an array of knives appeared over my head, and with one sharp gesture all of them hit the stage floor below me, leaving massive slits in it as they disappeared into a mist.

"I was one of many, my experiment series was all about testing how many separate powers the human body could withstand, he didn't care about ethics or anything, some people got their genetic code changed through painful processes that took months, he never cared and didn't even recognize me when I joined one of the groups of trainees. He didn't care, he oversaw it, I was part of it, I watched it, at least 2 people died in my specific line of experiments and I saw so many more. At least 20 people died while I was there!" I shouted.

Then everything I'd been saying hit me like a truck. I struggled to keep my breathing under control. Thousands if not millions of people, if not the entire country heard my claims just now, no doubt almost everyone was watching the live broadcast with me as the center of attention.

Keep your cool, all of this is on you now. Amongst the sea of shocked faces I had to remember where my friends were, and they were smiling, still sending me loving gestures and mouthing phrases meant to calm me.

"I'm not kidding when I say I wouldn't be here right now on this stage telling basically the whole country what he did to us if not for my friends and teammates. Don't think the absurdity escapes me either. But I know what I saw. And we saw him specifically during his annual trips to check on how the lab was running. His signature is on all the documents for the testing and experimentation of each and every one of us. He has to overview all of our files before signing off that we were an optimal next subject. And dammit, do I need to bring up that I was 9 again? Or how Rullo was 3?" I could feel the tears in my eyes forming, invisible to the public because of my mask. Another deep breath.

"I know everything I'm saying sounds horrific, and comes as a major shock to most if not all of you. But I ask you this. How do you think I felt when I finally escaped, no parents, no home, no connections, into the wide world of your country, and found out he was the face of goodwill here?" I said, voice beginning to shake. "And with that, no, I don't not believe he deserves to be titled as the number 1 hero. Thank you for listening," I finished.

I signaled to my friends I was done and handed back the microphone, but it took a bit for the announcer to register that I was done. I wasn't too surprised. After they took it, I walked off the stage and once I was down the steps and back in the crowd I rushed to the nearest exit, the announcer continuing on with the ceremony but none of the words reaching my ears.

"You did so well!" S ran up to me once I made it to the parking lot. I couldn't respond, my breathing was very obviously shaky. I was surprised it took that long and she wrapped me in a hug. I started to break down crying into her shoulder.

The others had spotted me soon after her and had made their way over. "Hey, that was really good, I'm so proud of you for being able to do that," CG reassured me. L gave me a hair ruffle, which was a lot for him, even if we were semi-close. "You did really good up there OV," K said with a smile.

"C-can… can we go bac-ck to th-the car?" I asked, trying to regulate my breathing again through my tears.

"Of course," CG told me. SG had stayed silent the whole time, but when S let me go to walk back she held out her arms like she wanted a hug and I let her give me a squeeze.

K laughed while walking back, "I'd send everybody a text but it looks like they know already." I gave a small giggle, as did the others. He typed something on his phone, and I felt mine buzz in my pocket so I guess he sent something anyway. I hadn't realized then, but thinking back it was buzzing several times throughout the honoring.

I don't know if it was out of courtesy or stress, but I didn't exactly remember any notifications during my speech. I'd have to look but I was so grateful already if they did.

We walked back to the car, which was spacious since it had to fit 5 passengers with the driver, and I was both happy for the space next to me and the ability to lean on the shoulder of one of my friends. And I had a lot to process.

I finally did it. Everybody knew. Now we had to wait for the public execution. Either me, or him. And I don't think I was ready to deal with any of that right now, right now I just needed to sink into the comfort of my friends, lulled to sleep by my drained energy and the gentle vibrating hum of the car around me. If only sleep would actually come for me.

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writers #my writing #heroes and villains #whump community #post whump #whump #emotional whump #tw experimentation #tw child experimentation #tw mentions of kidnapping #tw mention of death #tw mention of trauma

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sweetandsourstalker · 2 years

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what happend if Yen have Grandchildren ?

Honestly, Stella and Todd are still too underdeveloped as characters for me to think about their kids--and that's to say nothing about how little we've got on their boyfriends. I haven't got an answer for this! Sorry! Maybe once more of their boys' respective games come out I'll have something to say.

The only thing I'm sure of, though, is that while Stella and Ren may get a happy ending (albeit with some dead people along the way), Todd and Alan are...kind of doomed. Just by the nature of Alan's career, Todd's fear of violence, and Todd's love for his friends...I can't see a "good" ending for them. Someone's either dying or getting locked up or both! Alas, the tragedy of non-yan/yan pairings.

So grandkids would probably be off the table for the latter couple. And I have to think about if Stella would even want a child, with her life goals. Hm.

#the artist speaks #answered asks #stella rose & todd hunter #anon #tw mentions of death #tw mentions of kidnapping

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sims4royalsandimperials · 2 years

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Brindlen Shore Hospital, Northern Brindlen Lakes - 4:41am

TW: Discussions of being shot/kidnapping

Katrina: Did they have to wake us at 4:00 in the morning though, Min Kärlek? Eric: I know, I know it’s early. But they got a call concerning Anderssen’s condition.

Katrina: Believe me, I’m glad Anderssen’s improved. I just... I still feel for his family. They’re wild with worry for not just him but Astrid, too. Eric: So do I, Min Älskling. But, in any circumstance, we should be prepared for anything going wrong. I fear Anderssen may not be able to remember who shot him...

Eric: ...Whatever answers he is able to give, he will. Katrina: When Ingeborg called, she said he woke up uttering their daughter’s name. He’s gotta have some clue. Eric: *sighs* There’s nothing we can do but find out.

*Eric and Katrina enter the hospital room, to find Anderssen awake and alert*

Lars (PM Anderssen): Your Majesties! What a pleasant surprise! We weren’t expecting you until morning. Katrina: *chuckles* You know how our assistants are. How are you feeling, Mr. Prime Minister?

Lars (PM Anderssen): A little woozy and dazed at best, otherwise I’m feeling a little better. Eric: We’re overjoyed to hear that, Lars. Ingeborg: The first thing he asked the doctor when I brought him was “Got any food?” *The room erupts in laughter* Katrina: He is a foodie. Ingeborg: I know, seriously. You should see him at home.

Eric: Well, we’re glad to see you’re still as energetic. But Mr. Anderssen, if it doesn’t bother you, can we ask you a few questions? Lars (PM Anderssen): By all means, go ahead.

Katrina: Do you remember what you were doing before the intruder shot you? Lars (PM Anderssen): Yes... actually. I was planning to meet you at the airport the day after. I had spoken to Stack about the schedule. Eric: We see...

Eric: ...Did you hear anything suspicious before you were shot? Lars (PM Anderssen): Yes... I heard Astrid screaming, so I rushed downstairs. Katrina: Lars, do you know who it was that shot you and took Astrid?

*Lars is thinking back to the shooting, remembering Astrid screaming*

???: Hands up, Anderssen… or your daughter gets it! PM Anderssen: Kelley! Please, put the gun down, and let my daughter go.

Agent Jacob Kelley: Ay, fuck you! You and the Imperial Family put a lot of pressure on me to reveal Giacono’s deception! You’re the cause of it, so, you’re going to die! Astrid: Please, don’t shoot my dad! He didn’t do anything to you! Agent Kelley: Shut up! Here’s what’s gonna happen, Anderssen. I’m taking your daughter… and you’ll never hear from her again.

PM Anderssen: Look, Agent Kelley. Just put the gun down, let go of my daughter, and we can discuss this. Please. Agent Kelley: There’s nothing more to talk about. You asked too many questions, Anderssen. Now, it’s time to repay your meddling with bullets. Astrid: Daddy, run!

Agent Kelley: Hejdå, Anderssen! Astrid: DAD!! *BANG*

Ingeborg: Lars? Your Majesties, are you sure this is helpful-? Lars (PM Anderssen): Lugna dig, älskling. There’s no need to panic. Your Majesties...

Lars (PM Anderssen): ... I know who shot me. It was that rat bastard, Jacob Kelley. Ingeborg: What?!

*Eric and Katrina are surprised by the answers* Katrina: Kelley? Melaura’s employee? Eric: I had suspected him of hiding answers on our daughter’s case, but never had I thought of him capable of attempted murder and kidnapping.

Lars (PM Anderssen): The miscreant accused me of him shooting me, said I pressured him to “reveal Giacono’s deception”. I tried to get him to let Astrid go and put the gun down, but he was adamant on blaming me for everything. Your Majesties, he’s had a grudge against me for weeks, because I decided to do what he wasn’t doing: trying to find your daughter.

Eric: We could tell. Katrina: Why he refused to talk in the first place, we don’t know. But if we don’t find a way to stop him, Min Kärlek, he’s bound to strike again.

Eric: Rest assured, Mr. Anderssen, we’ll get the authorities involved and bring Kelley to justice. Your duty for the next few months is to make a full recovery, and not to stress yourself. We’ll do everything in our power to bring Astrid home safe. Katrina: You have our word on this, Lars and Ingeborg.

#tw mentions of gun violence #tw mentions of kidnapping #sims4royalsandimperials #Arc: Missing Princess - Part 2 #sims 4 royal #sims 4 royalty #sims 4 royal simblr #sims 4 royal family #sims 4 royal stories #sims 4 monarchy #sims 4 royal legacy #ts4 royal #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal simblr #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal stories #ts4 monarchy #ts4 royal legacy

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transcowgirlslut · 2 months

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it's kind of bullshit that people will react with horror to me discussing my fantasies/kinks until i clarify I'm the sub in them. like even my therapist was all like "ohhh it's ok to want to hold power so long as it's consensual" and then clearly relaxed when I clarified I wanted to be the sub.

i love you everyone and with rape kinks, those who want to roleplay kidnapping and abusing someone, i love you i love you i love you. this ain't me fishing for a dom/me to be clear---you are VALUED as a person, outside of your sexual fantasies. I care about you and appreciate you, and there is nothing wrong or bad about you!!!!

#tw kidnapping #tw abuse mention #tw r@pe mention #i love you all

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advcnturewithin · 9 months

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Stiles Stilinski - Hail Hydra

After the events of the Nogitsune taking over his body, killing multiple people, and then using his face to kill his best friend's, first love... Stiles was terrified.

His senses were beginning to get sharper, hearing his father jotting notes down in the kitchen while Stiles was in his bedroom, seeing further out into the preserve than he's ever been able to; and being able to outrun even Malia without trying.

Stiles was terrified that the nogitsune was still a part of him, and he kept that thought with him until a sharp crack against the base of his skull knocked him unconscious; the next thing he knew, he was waking in the hands of a 'cult' he thought dead.

Hydra had heard about the events of Beacon Hills, they had heard of the nogitsune and wanted to run tests on him... especially when they learned that he was also the grandson of one of their 'Assets'.

The Winter Soldier once had a mission to seduce a young woman and kill her family, one which he managed and then abandoned, leaving the young woman alive and carrying his child, that daughter later becoming Claudia Stilisnki.

Now Stiles either needed to escape, or he would become a replacement 'Asset'

#📖 [stiles stilinski]#📖 Hail Hydra [Verse]#📖 mcu crossover verse #tw metnions of death #tw mentions of kidnapping

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incorrectbatfam · 4 months

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Robin!Dick: Bruce, can I walk to the park?

Bruce: Well, let's see. If a stranger asks you to get in their van, would you?

Dick: Absolutely, I love meeting new people.

Bruce: No, you don't get in the van.

Dick: Okay, I won't.

Bruce: What if they have candy?

Dick: Now I'm getting in, I love candy.

Bruce: No, you don't get in.

Dick: But they have candy, come on!

Bruce: You don't get in!

Dick: Fine, I won't.

Bruce: What if they say, "But I know your dad."

Dick: Then I'm getting in. That's family.

Bruce: No, they're lying.

Dick: That liar!

Bruce: What if they have a puppy?

Dick: I'm getting in.

Bruce: No, you still don't get in.

Dick: Okay, no problem.

Bruce: What if they offer you money?

Dick: I'm in there!

Bruce: No!

Dick: No?

Bruce: No!

Dick: Okay.

Bruce: What if they say they'll take you to the toy store?

Dick: Scoot over, I'm getting in!

Bruce: No!

Dick: I'm staying out. I'm not getting in the van.

Bruce: No, you can't go to the park.

Dick: I don't even wanna go anymore.

Bruce: Okay.

Dick: I wanna get in that stranger's van. They got fucking puppies and candy.

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 24 days

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TW: Yandere; Implied Kidnapping; Forced Breeding Kink.

You know how in the punishments scenes, the yandere always goes "For each spank you fail to count, that's 10 more."

Now imagine a yandere with a massive breeding kink who warns you with a huge grin on his face that for each established rule of his that you break, it adds up one more baby to your tab.

You think he's all bark, no bite. That he's bluffing with you, scare you into submission.

But by the end of your first year with him, the yandere casually reminds you during dinner that you owe him 7 babies.

6 babies actually, he corrects himself.

Baby no. 1 is already on the way.

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere x reader #tw: yandere #tw: kidnap mention #tw: forced breeding #tw: forced pregnancy #tw: implied noncon #and the tab keeps getting bigger #every year he adds more 3/4 #you're can't possibly give him many kids #he knows that #but it's fun to mess with you

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kiame-sama · 10 months

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Tender Love and Care- (Yandere!Miguel x sick!reader)

Warnings; reader is bed bound by illness, helplessness, obsessive miguel, mention of kidnapping, yandere behavior, yandere tendencies, lovesick yandere, semi-soft miguel, scolding, confusion, fever, mention of death, possessive behavior, slight objectification,

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"Reckless and stupid, that's all it was! Do you not understand how stupid it was? Truly? You could have caused the multiverse to completely collapse!"

Miguel hissed as he paced in front of the three most recent spider-people to let him down. He thought that they would be able to handle a simple mission, but it was clear that he put far too much faith in those standing before him. Keeping the multiverse from collapsing was no easy feat, but so far it seemed like Miguel was the only one holding things together.

"But, Sir, the parameters of the mission were to deal with the anomalies."

"And did you deal with them? No! Ay, madre de Dios, now Noir and Spider-punk have to deal with the extras you all missed. If I have to step in again on another botched mission-"

The soft sound of coughing made Miguel fall silent, his head turning to the door at the back of his office where his most treasured possession lay. A soft whimper and croaking noise made his brow furrow in worry. The other spider-people standing at attention exchanged a look of confusion before his attention snapped back to them.

"Do better next time or there won't be a next time. Dismissed."

He held his stony demeanor for a moment longer as they shuffled out of his office with their heads bowed low, red eyes trailing the group with precision. The coughing sound came again, this time closer than before. Low ragged breaths were being gasped down as the raspy sound of labored lungs fought to inflate.

"Miguel..?"

"(Y/n)," the dark haired man turned on his heel and approached the now open back door, "you should be in bed resting."

Despite their sallow and sunken features, he still found his dearest to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen. It didn't matter how many universes he had to look through before he found them again, he was going to keep this version alive. Of course, the constant canon events were trying rather hard to take them away, but he wouldn't let that happen.

The current problem was a rather debilitating illness that wracked the body and lungs of his beloved, leaving them gasping for every breath. Each cough struck his heart with pain as Miguel heard the following whimpers that came with any fit. If he could only lift away the illness that plagued his dearest, he would happily do so. However, all he could do for them at this point was keep them comfortable and hope their immune system could fight off the worst of the virus they were plagued with.

"Come on, you need your rest."

They didn't argue or fight against his gentle touch as he herded them back towards the large bed in the room. Though the room had once been for Miguel alone, it was now less sparsely decorated and seemed to have a bit more life to it thanks to the new life he felt he received from his darling. Miguel was careful to keep an eye out for any sign of stumbling or struggling so he could catch his darling before they had a chance to fall.

As their foot caught on the corner of a carpet, he quickly caught them in his arms. He may not have the spider sense like many others did, but he was no less observant of his surroundings. His muscled arms were hardened after years of training and fighting, so lifting his darling the rest of the way into the bed was an easy task for Miguel.

The other spider people knew Miguel had someone in his room, though they didn't know the true origin of how that person came to reside in the room. Not that Miguel would tell them, but he had scoured the many universes for any incarnation of his beloved and only found them after months of searching. They were laying in bed, rendered helpless by the pandemic illness that consumed that universe. He couldn't just leave them laying there without any help or defense.

His universe had already mostly eradicated the virus in question, so he knew they would be better off with him instead of in their dying universe riddled with the aggressive virus. Sure, he hadn't exactly asked if he could take them away, but in their delirium they weren't exactly able to deny thier savior anyway.

Once he got them back to his home, he endeavored to keep them safe and sequestered until the virus passed. Lyla was both supportive and judgemental of Miguel taking and keeping his beloved from their universe, she also knew how it would destroy Miguel to lose them again. She brushed off any questions the other spider-people asked her and simply said Miguel was allowed to keep his personal life away from his work life.

"Miguel..."

The hoarse whine of his dearest drew him back to the present as he finished tucking them into bed, resting a cool cloth over their forehead. They rest their cheek against his hand, nuzzling into his touch affectionately as they stared up at him with a kind of feverish delusion. He let the small smile tug at the corner of his lips as he stared lovingly at his darling.

"Rest, I'll wake you up later with food, alright?"

"M'kay..."

"Te amo, (y/n)."

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere miguel x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #tw mention of kidnapping #yandere spiderverse #yandere spiderman 2099 #clearly quite self serving considering I am bedbound by COVID while posting this

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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 months

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I was kidnapped by the Amish, tied up and left to die. While I was hanging there, a tall man made entirely of straw stomped up, looked me dead in the eyes, pointed to itself and said “This is Mr. Dead Man.” I woke up in a cold sweat.

#dream #text #March 4th 2024 #kidnapping tw #amish #death mention #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue

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sinnful-darling · 9 months

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YAN! MALE SIREN PRINCE

tws: kidnapping, ummm siren’s song is used to aid said kidnapping

this male siren is the eldest. if this is well-liked, i’ll prolly do the other six siblings :D

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who, hates humans. They’re dirty and disgusting and selfish and they’re destroying his home!

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who is the heartstopper of the Seven Seas. His beauty is unrivaled! He’s also extremely intelligent and his combat skills are some of the best too!

♡Yandere! Male Siren who’s one of seven children. He’s the eldest of the siblings, at a height of 7′5 (when he’s not slouching), and usually spends his time learning how to manage a Kingdom.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who’s the Heir of the Siren Folk, but would rather stick his nose in the book that he stole from that human earlier... what? That human just had good taste!

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who actually stole from you.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who, when you come back late at night after realizing that you’d lost the book your loved one gave you, is absolutely mesmerized by you.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who calls out to you on a whim, and hands you the book back, politely asking that you don’t tell anyone about his existence after he apologizes for stealing something so important to you.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who becomes a very close friend to you. He’s polite and charming, and he’s extremely handsome...

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who was distraught when you said you had to go back to college and had to leave the AirBnB you and your friends rented for the summer. He asked that you come see him one last time before you left for school and you’d agreed.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who had to concoct a plan and quick !

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who sifts through some old text and finds a spell to allow you to breathe underwater long enough for him to get you to his castle. Sure, his family will be upset, but he’ll protect you!

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who sings the spell, forcing you to swim to him in the cold ocean water. He’s quick to snatch you up, throwing you over his shoulder with an iron grip so you can’t get away, and hurriedly swims back down to his castle.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who understands why you’re so upset with him and is extremely patient with you while you acclimate.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who doesn’t notice that his siblings are also feeling the same way he is, and is furious with them when he finds out... but eventually comes around to the idea of sharing. But you love him the most right?

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who makes sure to take good care of you. He makes sure you’re fed properly and clean, and he’s always quick to have a MerMaid (get it?? lmao) fetch whatever you want.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who’s just so sweet and only wants to love you :((

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lilacevans · 4 months

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𝑜ℎ, 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒… 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑.

— pete’s place🤎

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cheesecakethots · 7 months

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The soft smile on Chrollo’s lips quickly forms into a smirk. He debates whether he should reveal himself yet, but decides against it, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. You’re too cute for your own good.

You’re too busy checking yourself out in the mirror to notice his presence, wearing that dark black coat that’s usually on him. It’s much too long for you, scraping against the floor with each little turn you do.

He sighs, seating himself on the sofa on the opposite side of the room. Might as well get himself comfortable, as this is ten times more entertaining than anything he’s ever seen.

You spin around, probably to watch the coat twirl with you, but mid-spin you catch sight of him and almost topple over.

He’s watching you with a fist propping his chin up, eyes soft and relaxed, and the sight has your chest feeling constricted.

You press a hand over your beating heart, panting a little while embarrassment settles in your bones. God, he’ll never let you live this down. He had told you he was out for the day, you didn’t expect him to be back until much later, the lying bastard.

“You- You could’ve said you were there!”

Chrollo chuckles, his tone as gentle as always, “But why would I interrupt such a lovely moment? You seemed to be enjoying yourself, my dear.”

Despite the innocence in his words, you can practically smell the smugness wafting off of him.

“Don’t read too much into it!” You blabber out, quickly shrugging the admittedly comfy coat off of your shoulders, “I was just curious, okay? It looked super warm.”

He grins, “Curious?”

Fucking asshole.

You take off the coat, holding it up to him, “You can have it back. It reeks of you anyway, I don’t want it.”

The spider doesn’t say anything or even move from his seat, instead simply raising an eyebrow in a playful manner, and lifting a hand up as a signal for you to come over and pass it to him.

Your eyes narrow. “Nuh-uh. You come get it. I’m not your maid.”

His smile widens. “While I must admit the imagery of you in said uniform is… pleasing, I’m not treating you as such. I’m comfortable here, and you’re the one who got it out, aren’t you, darling?”

The gaze that’s locked onto you is full of amusement, and two of his fingers beckon you forward.

With a glare and eventual sigh, you move closer, still holding the coat out. “There, you can grab it now, you laz- ah!” Your words are cut off when his hand reaches out like some snake attempting to wrap around helpless prey, latching onto your arm and tugging you into his lap. He catches the coat that slips out of your hands, holding it up with one for you to see.

“There, now I have it.”

“You pervert!” You cry out, legs kicking to no avail. The man laughs, unwavered by your petty struggles as he lays a hand to rest atop one of your thighs and leans closer so that he can whisper in your ear, “Oh, if only you knew.”

His mouth quickly lands on your neck, laying passionate kisses down it. You feel your face grow hot, especially when a quiet moan leaves him, his hands holding you all the more closer.

“Next time,” he murmurs, his voice deep and lustful, “you should consider wearing only the coat.”

You’re not sure if you want to slap the smirk off his face or kiss it.

#LEANING AGAINST THE DOOR LIKE A FUCKING WHOREEEE #cant decide whether im in lowercase or proper grammar mode #if ur taller than chrollo imagine this as like some stupid anime rule #where if ur 6ft he’s suddenly 7ft #you get me #tw yandere #tw.yandere #yandere #yanderecore #yandere chrollo #yandere hxh #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere hxh x reader #tw kidnap mention #yandere chrollo lucilfer x reader

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