#the spandex doesn’t do any favors for the hero

[caker-baker]

Wingman

The civilian had begun to carry a knife in their pocket, something the villain hadn’t accounted for.

“Ha!” They laughed sharply once they had gotten free of the ropes. “Now what?”

“You are positively feral, you know that?” The villain said, not looking up from their book as they used one finger to lift the hero in the air.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Would you rather I use my nonexistent powers to escape?” They struggled in their current state. “Not all of us can lift people with our minds.”

At that, the villain did smile. “I don’t expect you to use some imaginary power of yours. I do, however, expect you to be a good hostage and sit still.”

With another twirl of their finger, the knife went flying away.

“And I expect people to look me in the eyes when they speak to me.”

Sighing quite dramatically, the villain set down their book, and looked up at the hovering civilian.

“Better?”

“Much, thank you. So while I’m here, can I get a schedule of your kidnapping plans next week? I have a work thing.”

“Are you asking me to postpone? My sincerest apologies, but I do require the hero’s attention.”

“Oooh, someone has a crush.” The civilian was beaming ear to ear. “You can say you miss them, I won’t tell.”

The villain scowled. “Pest. I don’t get ‘crushes’ on people I work with. Nor do I go after people in committed relationships.”

“He’s not in a relationship.” The civilian raised an eyebrow. “Work with? What, do you clock in, take lunch breaks together?”

“I beg your pardon, what do you mean he’s not in a relationship? Aren’t you his partner?”

The civilian gagged. “I would never. He’s not my type, and you didn’t hear it from me, but the spandex doesn’t do him any favors.”

Oh.

Not ‘oh’ about the spandex, the civilian was right, but ‘oh’ about the lack of relationship.

“But all my intel–”

“Jeez, you stalker.” The civilian snorted, half joking. “We’re just friends. Practically roommates, at this point. That’s probably why you assumed we’re dating. I don’t blame you, a lot of people tend to think that, especially when he carries me to safety so often. Now that I think about it, it’s kind of your fault people think we’re a thing. Hey can you put me down?”

Obliging, the villain gently lowered the civilian, though still keeping them a few inches above the ground.

They were still a hostage, after all, and the villain was a professional.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant.” The civilian said flatly. “But I was serious. If we can work around next week–”

“Hero’s single?” They interrupted.

“Tragically so. I try to set him up every so often, but he’s always been uninterested. Now about next week–”

“How would you like to never be a hostage again?”

“Getting rid of me already? I thought we were friends. We did have that one lunch together.”

“Listen, pest. If you set me up with Hero, I’ll never kidnap you again.”

The civilian smirked. “I thought you didn’t crush on the people you work with.”

“I’m a villain, I’m allowed to change my moral code whenever I like.”

“Oooh, someone’s got a crush.”

Glaring, the villain twirled the civilian upside down.

“Hey!”

“What do you say?”

The civilian thought for a moment.

“And you’d never kidnap me again?”

“Well.” The villain cleared their throat. “I would at least be willing to work around next week. I still need something to get the hero’s attention if this goes well.”

The civilian grinned. “Consider it a deal…can you put me down now?”

“Pest.”

[avelera]

Part 2 of Let’s All Drag Joss Whedon (Finally) - Joss Whedon Doesn’t Accept the Premise (And that’s why he struggles with modern superhero franchises)

Part 1 - “Break the Cutie” aka Whedon’s just writing his fetish over and over and people are just beginning to figure that out

So apparently, Joss Whedon’s take on “The Justice League” was so horrible even WB’s own execs despised it, and we get some hints as to what they hated from the Vanity Fair article, “The robber on the rooftop—so goofy and awful. The Russian family—so useless and pointless. Everyone knew it. It was so awkward because nobody wanted to admit what a piece of shit it was.”

Now, I have a theory as to what went wrong here, and it’s the same thing that went wrong (for me) with Steve Rogers’ plot line in Age of Ultron, and looking back, in Avengers 1. It goes beyond Whedon just not wanting to continue any other creator’s stories (a gripe for another day) into the fact that AoU and even Avengers 1 feel a bit like, well, the movies that people in the Marvel Universe make about the Avengers. Not events that happened to the actual Avengers as seen in their own films. 

It’s because when it’s not his own world, Joss Whedon just doesn’t accept the premise of other people’s fantastical worlds. 

What do I mean by “accept the premise”? Another phrase could be “suspend disbelief” or “take it seriously” but what it translates to is being willing to accept even a ludicrous scenario as fact and go from there as a writer, arguably the foundations of writing speculative fiction. I can write for you a heart-wrenching story about a clown who is supernaturally stuck in his clown-car if I just accept the premise enough, because once the silliness of the premise is accepted, we can acknowledge it and move on to the seriousness of the character’s suffering and continue from there. Any ludicrous premise can be played straight if you accept the premise. 

Young nerds may not remember, but for all the scattered success of late 90′s/early 00′s sci-fi/fantasy/superhero films there were ten times as many ridiculous failures that all felt like they were self-conscious to even be alive much less daring to subject you to a story about wizards or superheroes for goodness sake. It felt as if the creators themselves were embarrassed to be there. This all changed when films like Lord of the Rings, The Dark Knight, and Iron Man 1 stopped cringing away from the fantasy elements and accepted the premise that fantastical things are happening, that there are heroes in rocket suits and bat costumes saving the world and ok, now that we’ve acknowledged this is a departure from normal reality, we can actually deal seriously with the things happening in these world. 

Superhero franchises like Marvel haven’t looked back from this decision! Yes our heroes are in costumes, but Captain America isn’t just a boy scout in spandex, he’s a man who suffered and lost more than most people can comprehend in the course of being frozen in ice for 75 years, and in films like “Winter Soldier” we’re going to deal with that immense suffering, the scars it leaves, and what happens when he discovers his best friend has suffered a fate worse than even he has. 

Whedon didn’t want to accept Winter Soldier in AoU. Actually, he didn’t want to accept any of the individual character films in his story, he just picks up right off from Avengers 1 with a few scant nods to the intervening canon. In fact, he outright said he wanted the MCU to be loosely connected one-offs where creators like him could all do their own thing without paying attention to each other.

To me it seems obvious that this was in part because Whedon couldn’t accept Winter Soldier (and, IMO, was jealous of it). He couldn’t accept Cap/Steve Rogers being more than a punchline. He’s always making him into this golden retriever, boy scout, whatever. Tony Stark, for all that he gets better treatment as the “cool”, quippy guy of a Joss Whedon story, also has most of his trauma and PTSD dealt with in his own individual films tossed out the window in favor of him, yeah I’m gonna say it, basically bullying everyone with how smart he is the whole film and generally being obnoxious and unbearable. 

The only place serious emotion is allowed to live in a Whedon story set in someone else’s world is when he gets to play out his “Nerd Guy and Battered Strong Female Character” love story, which for Avengers he twisted Nat and Bruce Banner into performing for his fetishistic pleasure. A story that made no objective sense for the characters, that at least Scarlett Johansson protested as not making sense for her character (and she was right) and which required absolutely tortured logic for some of the other characters, like Hawkeye suddenly having a family that was never alluded to previously in order to derail the burgeoning (and actor promoted!) love-story between Hawkeye and Black Widow. 

Not that I’m bitter or anything. 

My point is, I’m not surprised that given modern superhero films are built on accepting the premise of a superhero world where people where spandex but also feel really bad emotions that we’ve gotta take seriously for the story to work, that Whedon’s 90′s comic book era quippy detachment from all this “silly comic stuff” just doesn’t work. It’s great for the occasional humorous scene but it can’t carry a franchise and it clashes with other creators who are taking the characters, premise, and world seriously. 

So while everyone is waking up, shocked, to this realization that Titan of Nerd Culture Joss Whedon can’t carry a modern superhero franchise that takes itself seriously, I admit, I’m kind of sitting here going, “You just figured that out??”

[navegandoaciegas]

don’t feed it - it will come back

Pairing: Dabi x f!reader, Shoto Todoroki x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, semi-public sex, quickie, tw:cheating, dabi identity spoilers, slight yandere!dabi?, AU where all events are the same except they happen when class 1A are Pros already so all characters are 21+, Dabi is not a villain yet.

A/N: title and lyrics by Hozier. Minors DNI.

Don't let it in with no intention to keep it, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it, Honey, don't feed it, it will come back.

You smelled him before you saw him, seared flesh and ashes, expensive cologne to make up for the stench, the same perfume your boyfriend wore, and that you’d bought for Dabi so that Shoto couldn’t smell another man on you.

Dabi. Your addiction, your escape.

His mismatched lips were rough on yours. The staples that patched him together scratched your cheeks, grounding you to reality before you could get lost in your own head, too deep in that special space you shared with him.

“The hell you think you’re doing?”, you hissed, “I‘m on patrol. What if Deku saw?”

You looked around the dingy alley frantically, hoping that your colleague would be busy poking his nose somewhere else. Unfazed as usual, Dabi offered you a lopsided smile, pressing his body against yours, marred forearms resting at the sides of your head, trapping you between him and the wall.

“If he saw,” he hummed, “he’d go tell his little friend how much of a slut his girlfriend is.”

You considered unleashing your quirk and blasting him into the opposite wall just to wipe that smirk off his scarecrow face. Dabi saw it in your eyes, and offered you a more gentle smile, mellow words to placate the fire in you.

“You’ve been mean,” he whispered, something resembling a pout twisting his disfigured face, “Avoiding me and all.”

You snorted at his antics, shaking your head. “I’ve been busy, ‘s all. Hero work. Patrolling, y’know, what I should be doing now.”

He didn’t relent, unbothered by your reluctance. “I waited for you the other night. Two whole hours and you didn’t show up. Didn’t even warn me that you wouldn’t come.”

“Shoto surprised me with a date.”

“Well, I’m surprising you now.”

He sounded like a child throwing a tantrum while looking like a devil himself, a dangerous glint in his turquoise eyes, skin stretched thin over his teeth, staples barely holding him in one piece.

He leaned over you, slow and tantalizing, hot breath fanning over your face.

Seeing him like this never failed to make your brain go haywire, duties forgotten, loyalty buried too deep to even feel guilty anymore.

Just like that first night together, when all the expectations burdening your shoulders had seemed too heavy to carry. When the shoes you’d have to fill had looked too big for you. Daughter of heroes, strong quirk, the public’s favor, a loving boyfriend.

People would have killed to be in your place, and all you’d wanted to do that night was to be someone else, someone whose life was not set in stone the moment they were born.

It had felt like such a dirty secret, blending in with the crowds of civilians on a Friday night, in need to experience all the things that you’d missed on. Clubs and alcohol, dancing with every man or woman that would grind onto you, it had all seemed so bright and liberating.

Then you’d met Dabi, and a drunken conversation on something you couldn’t recall on the cramped dancefloor had ended up in a hook up in the restrooms.

You’d silently cried yourself to sleep that night while Shoto slept peacefully beside you, red and white hair tickling you as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

Your mistakes had only escalated from there, something like an avalanche waiting to crush you, and the man you’d sworn you’d never seen again was the one holding you in his arms in this very moment.

You knew better than to give in, but you still did despite it, parting your lips while boring your half lidded eyes in his, letting him swirl his tongue around yours, toying with the metal bar on it.

You felt your body flush while his hands roamed over you, groping and kneading your ass, your hips, your tits through the elastic material of your flashy Hero suit.

“I bet you missed me too,” he chuckled, palming you between your legs, the heel of his hand pressing against your clothed lips.

Heat pooling in your belly, you ground your pussy on him, trying to relieve some of the tension in your fluttering cunt.

“Eager, are you? Todoroki Shoto doesn’t fuck you like you need?”

You rolled your eyes, catching yourself before you could moan in his ear.

“He fucks me just fine,” you groaned, fisting his stained white t-shirt, “Just make this quick, I got places to be,” you snapped, slotting your hand between your bodies, palming his bulge through his slacks.

“Brat,” he huffed, stifling a laugh, “and if he did you wouldn’t be humping my hand like a bitch in heat.”

Another warning glare and Dabi rolled his eyes, mumbling something about your over sensitive ass. You pulled him in a kiss to shut him up before your temper got the best of you.

He felt so different from athletic, sturdy Shoto. Slouched shoulders, thin arms, ribs dangerously poking through his emaciated skin. So frail and weak that he couldn’t even lift you in his arms to fuck you against the wall.

Maybe spending your formative years around men like Kirishima and Bakugou, and dating Endeavor’s son himself, had fucked up your standards beyond repair, and maybe Dabi was just a normal civilian with a regular body.

Whatever the case, the thought of your boyfriend was gone as soon as it flashed through your mind, and you hastily began fumbling with the buckle of Dabi’s belt. With a click it snapped open, and you undid his fly, reaching under his boxers. You pumped his hard cock, twisting the velvety skin up and down, thumb teasing his slit. You knew how feral he got when your promise ring rattled with his piercings, so you made a show of it, feeling him throb in your grasp.

“Fuck,” he grunted, hips snapping to fuck himself with your fist.

Teeth clattering, rough hands, his breathy panting in your ear, the arousal pouring out of you. Even the fear of Midoriya catching you drove you more insane than it should have, your walls pulsing in anticipation.

Scarred hands undid your own utility belt, shoving your spandex leggings down your thighs, sliding in your cotton panties.

“So wet for me already, and I barely even touched you?” he gloated, bony fingers spreading your arousal around your folds before dipping in, knuckles deep in your warm cunt, “Sucking me in, hm? You like being touched like this, fucked like a whore, don’t you?”

His thumb roughly toyed with your clit while the rest of his fingers flexed inside you, stretching you out, preparing you for his cock.

“Fuck- God, fuck me already, I don’t have all day,” you grunted, biting his upper lip.

He rolled his eyes then, glaring at you. “You sure know how to set the mood right, koneko-chan.”

He twirled you around then, pushing you flush against the wall, a hand on your shoulder, the other pumping his cock.

Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when you felt his tip prod at your entrance.

“You’re not fucking me without a condom,” you hissed, wiggling in his hold, angling your hips away from his.

“Please, just this time, I promise I’ll make it good for you,” he pleaded, shamelessly rutting against your ass.

“No fucking way, get a condom or you’re not getting any.”

“C’mon, just this once, I missed you so much, I wanna feel you all, feel your pretty pussy on my cock, please,” he whined, his hard on between your spread cheeks, “You should make it up to me anyways, y’know, for ghosting me, leaving me alone all night, waitin’ on ya. Wasn’t nice of you.”

You knew that when the blood drained from his brain and travelled to his cock, Dabi wasn’t his smartest. And you had to admit that you were curious to feel the piercings scattered on his dick pressing inside your cunt, eager to know if they really felt as good as he claimed they would.

But you knew better than to give in. Some risks just weren’t worth taking, and some things were better reserved in the intimacy between you and Shoto in some twisted, sick loyalty that you couldn’t bring yourself to breach.

“You’re not getting inside me without a condom, God only knows where you’ve been before,” you scoffed, tugging his hair to unlatch his leathery lips from your neck before he could leave a mark of his existence on you.

The smell of smoke, ash, and seared flesh you could explain. You made that work, somehow. You doubted that your boyfriend, as oblivious, trusting and lovestruck as he was, would mistake love bites for anything else, though.

“Less places than you have for sure, koneko-chan,” he snickered, trailing open mouthed kisses below your jaw, nipping your soft skin between his teeth, “The ladies aren’t lining up to get a taste of me, believe it or not.”

“Jee, I wonder why,” you deadpanned.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who hops on my dick like it’s her job.”

“Shut the fuck up, Dabi-chan,” you laughed, no bite to your bark.

You were getting antsy with his insistence and with the prospect of Midoriya walking in on you getting railed like a cock drunk whore behind a dumpster by a sketchy guy while you should have been patrolling instead.

Not very heroic of you.

He relented then, and you heard the distinct crunching sound of foil being ripped open.

He rolled the condom down his length, and you bent over, forearms against the rough surface of the wall while he angled your ass and kicked your legs open wider.

“Just sayin’, you’re missing out on me.”

You couldn’t hold the moan that erupted out of you when he snapped his hips, slanting his cock inside your soaked cunt. Your walls sucked him in, stretching around his girth.

You were so pent up and aroused that you almost came at the feeling of him sheathing himself in you, filling you up to the brim. He gave a few tentative thrusts before setting a faster pace, sliding his cock in and out of you.

Your mewls and whimpers and the sound of his balls slapping your ass reverberated in the alley.

You knew that if anyone saw you, your career would be over. The media would have a field trip, and Endeavor would lay down his life to make sure you’d be shunned from society.

And fuck, if the risk didn’t make you clench on Dabi’s dick.

You could feel a bruise form on your tailbone where he gripped you, and a few scratches and shallow cuts on the back of your thighs where his belt dug into your soft flesh.

“Fuck, your pussy is so good, you fuckin’ slut,” he moaned, hand reaching between your legs to play with your swollen clit, “You love my cock, don’t you? You whore, you love being fucked like the bitch you are, hm?”

You gritted your teeth, nails digging into his scalp as you held onto his head, arching your back so his cock could hit deeper inside you, onto that spongy crevice that made pressure built fast and steady in your core.

“And you like being my toy, my pathetic little plaything at my beck and call, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer, clenching his jaw as he kept pounding into you, lips enveloping yours in a bruising kiss.

Sticky webs of drool covered your faces, mixing in with the blood that streamed down his face where the staples couldn’t hold him in place.

“I’m close, I’m so close, fuck-, go faster, yes, right there,” you moaned, feeling the knot in your lower belly get tighter with each drag of his cock against your walls.

“I-, I’m right here with you, babe, just let go, come on my cock, show me how good I make you feel. Fuck, show me he doesn’t fuck this pussy as good as I do, you were-, God, you were made for me-“

His rambling turned into low static to you while jolts of electricity travelled through your body, jerking your limbs as he continued fucking you through your high until he too came, chanting your name like a prayer.

You were the first to move away, wincing as his cock slipped out of your cunt.

Mind buzzing, you barely looked at him, hurriedly pulling your suit back on, adjusting the belt on your waist while Dabi tucked himself in, the small, blissed out smile gracing his handsome face soon twisting in something pained and darker when you scurried away without sparing him a second glance.

-

The low buzz of ambient music filled your apartment as you stepped in, and a pang of guilt stabbed your heart when you noticed the candles scattered around.

Shoto was on you as soon as you shut the door, a rare, gentle smile on his pretty round face, telling you about the improvised self care night he’d put together for the both of you.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, grimacing at the lingering taste of smoke on you.

“I know smoking helps you decompress, love. But maybe you could switch to electronic?” he asked, hopeful. You knew he hated the idea of you damaging your health as much as he despised the taste and smell of cigarettes.

The concern made your heart jump in your stomach, and when you grazed into his eyes, his turquoise eye, you almost startled yourself at the similarity of someone else’s.

Guilt was really playing tricks on your mind.

You pecked his cheek, reciprocating his smile.

“You’re right,” you sighed, hoping he wouldn’t notice the bitterness in your words, “Know what? I’ll try stopping smoking altogether for you, hm?”

-

Perched on the fire escape of the building facing yours, Dabi watched his little brother hold you tenderly, swaying you around in a clumsy dance.

He crushed the cigarette under his shoe, and rose to his feet, bile rising in his throat.

He willed himself to be patient, knowing that one day, when he’d burn down the world, he’ll be the one you’ll be dancing with through the flames.

—

Omg, this is my first time writing for a bnha character and I hope I did okay! Please let me know what you think of this! Your comments are what keeps me alive ❤️🥺

[skylarmoon71]

Hero Killer (Stain) Oneshot

"How about we have some fun." 

You glared at the drunk male standing in front of you. You just finished a shift from your job. All you really wanted was a bath and some food. That was until this drunk got in your way. With all the heroes running around the city you would think one of them would have the decency to be present when it really counted. You didn't have time for this and you really didn't feel like getting your hands dirty.

"Beat it." 

You barked not even glancing up at him as you walked past the intoxicated idiot. He yelled after you, clearly not taking your words seriously. Before you could react he was floored. In front of you was a man in a spandex suit. He wasn't a well known hero, but you could tell from the arrogant look on his face he was probably one of those cocky types. "You're safe now." He assured. You didn't really need it, but decided not to be rude. "Thanks." you mumbled turning to leave. He grabbed your hand.

"Come on, I just saved your life, surely you can do something for me to return the favor." Your gaze hardened at what he was suggesting. He licked his lips moving closer. You were completely oblivious to the villain above you on the building, watching the scene unravel. Maybe if you'd known he was there you would have not acted because the notorious villain stopped when you spun around delivering a vicious punch to the hero's jaw. Said hero catapulted into a nearby building, going right through the wall. You rubbed your wrist where he held you with a grumble. "Dumbass."

Stain could hardly believe what he saw, he was so sure you'd been a normal civilian. It was clear that wasn't the case. "Then she must be a hero."

The thought irked him. He was about to deal with the one that obviously had less than pure intentions with you, but you'd handled it quite well. He settled for following you down the road. When you turned, he made himself known. "You're strong." your eyes lifted at the voice. There was a  man you perched up on the building. The torn red cloth he had around his neck was blowing with the wind, along with the bandages on various areas of his body.

Your eyes opened a little wider. Now you were on guard. You knew exactly who this was.

"What do you want!" you demanded clenching your fist. "Damn it, all I wanted was a nice bath and some food. Is that too much to ask for." Your perfectly planned night was slowly going down the drain. He jumped down, standing before you with his katana drawn. He was crouched slightly, marking you like an animal.

From all the rumors you heard, you had to admit he was different from what you imagined.

Some said he had sharp razor teeth, others commented he had a morphed face. It was weird, he looked so...human. Not the monster your mind conjured. Then again, was he really a monster? He took out corrupted heroes. Ones who used their powers to exploit others. So who was the real the villain in this scenario.

Right now you really didn't give a shit, you just hoped he didn't think you were his next target.

"You're not a hero." it didn't sound like a question. His red eyes were moving as if trying to place you.

You gave a dry laugh. "I don't give a crap about that shit. Like hell am I a hero. In this corrupted society the name doesn't have any appeal to me." you commented.

You didn't really care what was going on, the battle between heroes and villains wasn't a concern to you. You just wanted to be left alone. "That being said, I have no problem beating any worthless piece of scum that tries anything." you lifted your hands, preparing for a fight.

His gait changed completely, he raised, sheathing his weapon.

"Then I have no business with you." And just like that he turned, walking off. You stood there for a while, wondering if this was some trick he was using to make you lower your guard. It wasn't, in a matter of seconds he was gone, disappearing into the night.

"That was...strange.." you thought for sure he would attack. Despite your very short meeting, you sort of wanted to see him again. Something about him had you intrigued, especially since he was nothing like the stories circulating around the city.

~~~~

The next time you met, he was bleeding out in the back off an alley. At first you didn't know it was him. You were taking a shortcut to get to your apartment. When you got to the corner you saw him, leaned against the wall clutching his stomach. He probably assumed he could move around freely since it was so late. He'd never move so freely around the city otherwise, especially with the bounty out on him. Hundreds of heroes wanted his head on a pike.

"It's you again, Stain." you called. His head turned sharply and he flung a smaller blade in your direction. You moved to the side easily, causing it to dig into the wall behind.

His eyes narrowed. "What do you want, woman." You stepped closer. You knew it wasn't exactly a smart idea. Even injured you were positive he could win a battle. He wouldn't have survived so long if one wound was all it took to incapacitate him.

"Looks like you're in a bit of a bind. " he straightened his form, hand going back to his blade that hung off his waist. "Calm down there, I'm not looking for a fight. " He didn't draw his sword, but his eyes were still fixed on you. "That doesn't look very good, maybe I can help." you were startled by your own words.

Why the hell you were assisting a killer, you had no idea. Yet, you'd never been someone to walk away from a person in need of help. Even though you resented the thought of being a hero, you knew when the moment called for it you'd never just leave if someone was in danger. Of course that logic didn't apply to villains, but Stain wasn't like any of the villains you met. Not that you made a habit of encountering dangerous people.

He didn't speak, so you weren't sure if that was an invitation to help or not. Since he didn't look like he was going to skewer you with his sword, you just took it as a yes. You were just a few feet away from him now. You could clearly see the gaping hole in his abdomen. You were surprised he was still standing. Through the entire ordeal his eyes never left you. You could see the blood running down his body, staining his outfit.

You looked down at your hand, raising your finger to your mouth. You bit your thumb, drawing blood. "What are you doing." came his gruff voice. The sound made you flinch. "U-Uhh.. It's a bit hard to explain. Just bare with me." You opened your other hand, smearing the blood into your palm.

When it was covered in a thin layer of blood you turned to him. You gestured to him, indicating that you needed to make contact. If he thought for a second you were trying to harm him he would kill you in an instant, so all your movements were slow. You stepped closer and against your will your hand shook as you pressed it to his stomach. You held it there for a few seconds. For a while nothing happened, then he felt a burn. He pulled back, clenching his teeth.

His hand moved back to its spot to pull out his sword. Before he could, he looked down when he felt the pain in his stomach subsiding. The injury was closing all on its own. He was stunned.

"My blood doesn't just give me strength, I can transfer that strength to anyone I choose. "

You informed. It didn't take long for the wound to heal itself. When it did you stepped back.

"Well, that's it. Good luck with your future endeavours." you called turning your back as you waved at him like nothing happened. He sweatdropped. "This woman.." he couldn't for the life of him understand you. This never happened before. People always ran from him in fear, for good reason of course. But you just helped him, as if he were a neighbor or a friend. He needed answers.

"Wait." the firm tone caused you to halt. "Why help me, what do you get out of it?" You placed your finger under your chin thinking.

"Umm, well just think of it as a thank you for not killing me last time." you spoke nonchalantly. You gave him a small smile. "See ya later Stain." he watched you wearily, taking a step back as he jumped into the sky, scaling up the nearest building.

"It makes no sense." Stain was left with nothing but his jumbling thoughts. He didn't like the feeling that rose in his chest when you smiled. He was a killer for goodness sake. Whatever it was he wanted it to pass, quickly. If only it was that simple.

~~~

"You really shouldn't be on the streets all hours of the night (Y/N)-chan!" your friend lectured from the other side of the phone. You whined. "But I'm hungry!" you complained. You knew you shouldn't be out 3am in the morning but you were starving, and there wasn't any food in your apartment. You still hadn't made groceries for the month, so you were left with nothing but your growling stomach. 

So you left to get something to help your hunger. After furiously assuring her that you were okay, you kept on your journey. You went into a store just grabbing as many snacks as you could, and a couple packets of ramen noodles. "This should do it." you paid at the counter, walking out with a huge smile. You walked through the streets, munching on a pocky stick.

"Yummy, yummy yum~" you sang taking stick after stick. You froze when a shadow casted over you. Your head lifted at the man standing on the building just above. "Ah, Stain. You're alright." although you knew your quirk healed his wound last time, he left in such a hurry you couldn't tell if he'd fully recovered. "Why do you look so relieved, are you that naive." you frowned at his statement.

"I just wasn't sure if it worked all the way since you ran off like a scared little kitten last time. " you snapped. You knew what you said would tick him off. What you didn't anticipate was his reaction to said words. In a matter of seconds you were pressed to the wall, your bag of treats forgotten on the floor. He'd lifted one of his blades, pressing it into the side of the wall, right next to your face. His free arm formed a barrier on the other side.

Your eyes widened when he leaned in, a scowl on his lips. "What are your intentions, you said you hated heroes, yet you do an awful lot of heroic deeds." you stiffened when you realized he had to have been following for a while you to know that. Yes, you did hate heroes, but only the corrupted ones. That didn't mean you'd just let bad things happen to innocent people. "Maybe you're just another one of those false heroes, hiding in this broken society." You gritted your teeth, getting into his face.

"I'm not!" you were fuming, and it took you awhile to realize just how close you were to him. You blushed, trying but failing to control it. The close proximity was doing unusual things to your body. If you were honest, since the first time you meant you couldn't stop thinking about him. If you told any of your friends that they would have looked at you like you were a crazy person.

"W-What the hell is wrong with me he's a villain I can't be attracted to him, stop hammering stupid heart!" Something changed in his eyes. His blade faltered and he was staring at you in what appeared to be shock. The weapon clattered to the floor, and something seemed to dawn on you. "Did I...say that out loud.." he didn't answer, just stepped back.

You stayed pressed to the wall, unsure what to say or do.

It couldn't be, this was a trick, it had to be, an illusion. Maybe a side effect of metabolizing your blood. The flustered look on your face assured him that it was reality, not some delusion.

"Fuck." he thought bringing a hand up to the side of his face. The way you were staring at him now made him uneasy. There was too much fondness in your gaze, he couldn't understand it. Couldn't process it. So he did the only logical thing, he took off. You were rooted in your spot. You could have been wrong, but maybe just maybe, he felt just a little of what you did for him. You sighed. Now you would never know, because he'd probably never appear in front of you again.

~~

You busied yourself with chores around the house. You'd finally made your monthly groceries. You were packing your foods and drinks away happily. Relieved that you now had food to get you through the days to come. You pulled out a box, and your eyes lingered on the snack for a while.

"Pocky sticks.." the little treat brought back memories of that night. You hadn't seen him since then. You should have been ecstatic, nothing good could come of getting involved with him. If only you could convince your heart of that. "G-Gyah! What the hell am I moping about? He isn't even that cute! T-Those dumb ruby eyes, and stupid muscled biceps, soft looking lips.." Somehow your cons list turned into a pros list. You face palmed.

"Who am I kidding, the guy is a freaking god in my eyes." you sulked, pissed at your contradicting brain. A knock at your window brought you out of your inner turmoil. You tilted your head, assuming maybe some small animal just accidentally knocked into it. You pulled the curtain aside to investigate, not expecting the man who was on the other side of your window.

"Y-You came back.." well, this was a surprise. You lifted it, cold air greeting you. Your curtains swayed with the blow of the wind, and Stain entered, eyes still studying you. You turned as he now stood in your kitchen. You shifted on your feet. If someone told you before you'd be in such a situation you would have laughed in their face.

"Listen I-" he stopped you, moving into your personal space. Your back ended up hitting the fridge.

He pressed himself to your body and you shivered, not predicting this at all. Both hands had you trapped to the appliance. You closed your eyes. As strong as you were, that one action of his turned your body into putty. You let out a staggering breath. "Go on, scream." Your eyes sprung open and you could see the conflict in his eyes.

He was thoroughly convinced that you felt nothing for him, so he came to prove it. He was..testing you. "He doesn't think that he..deserves it.." maybe he was right. He killed for a living. In no world could that have been okay. But maybe, maybe you could change that. Maybe he just needed someone to guide him down the right track. Someone to let him know that he was more than a ruthless murderer, because when you looked at him that wasn't what you saw.

Your body moved on instinct, leaning into him. In a matter of seconds your lips were firmly pressed to his. Stain all but shut down. For the first time in his life he was paralyzed. His lack of response didn't even phase you. You leaned on your toes, gripping into the clothing on his chest as you kissed him insistently.

He backpedaled, almost crashing into your table. When he regained his footing he groaned. You were still kissing him as if it were the very air you needed to breathe. When he could no longer fight against your advances he returned the kiss. You moaned in the back of your throat, begging for entrance into his mouth. He complied, his tongue meeting your own. You whimpered when he took control of your mouth easily. His tongue rivaling yours. You pulled back, sucking in mouthfuls of air.

A small trail of saliva ran down your chin, and the desperate look on your face to taste him again must have been obvious. He was still catching his breath. "M-More please.." you couldn't believe this. You were begging him. You didn't recognize your own voice. Your hands reached up and instead of asking you just took what you needed the most. Your lips rejoined, groping at his muscled body. All his weapons were in the way. You reached around, unlatching the strap that kept them up.

They fell to the ground with a thud and you were grateful, now you could feel him. He growled at you probing fingers, he pushed you unto the table, luckily there was nothing on it. You stared up, his body hovering over you. Neither of you spoke, just gazed at each other. For a full minute it was like that. You couldn't take it, his stare, it was making heat gather between your legs. You pressed them together, hoping he didn't figure out what just his eyes were doing to you.

"You're mine now, there's no escaping." 

You should have been terrified that he was making a claim on you. This entire situation was crazy if you thought about it. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to be afraid. How could you when he was looking at you with so much longing in his eyes. He wasn't the heartless killer everyone thought, and you would make everyone see that.

Right after you kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

[kyber-crystal]

Three Times

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~2.2k

Summary: In which three occasions happen that further prove how the two heroes were meant from the start to fall for each other. 

Warnings: loads of fluff hehe, minimal angst

A/N: I find myself often using Adelaide Kane or Danielle Campbell for Y/N’s faceclaim, but feel free to use whoever you wish lol also THIS REALLY SUCKED LOL

After a long two hours getting roped into an intense Wii Tennis deathmatch with Bucky and Pietro, your legs are ready to give out underneath you and you simply just want to collapse, feeling as you could fall asleep practically anywhere as soon as your head hits the ground. You honestly don't know what you're doing right now. Normally you'd try to maintain a good sleeping schedule.

You trudged down the hallway in a pair of running shorts and one of Steve’s shirts you stole after a team bonding day at the beach, pushing open the door to your room.

Several hours passed as you peacefully sat reading another one of your books when you heard loud, obnoxious pounding on the door. Upon looking at the digital clock on your nightstand, you saw it was past midnight, meaning one of two things: Steve was here to a) annoy you or b) sleep.

"Y/N?" you heard Steve's voice ask from behind your door.

"Hm?" You set your book down and went over to open the door, revealing an exhausted-looking Steve with dark circles lining his bloodshot eyes. "What...what happened to you? Are you alright?'

He stumbled past you, tiredly flopping onto your bed and crawling in, pulling the blankets up to his chin. "I'm sleeping in here," he announced.

"O-kay..." you looked at him quizzically, closing the door behind you. This wasn't the first time that your best friend had barged into your room late at night because he wanted to bug you or just pass out cold on the floor or in your bed, so you didn't question it.

You returned to your spot on the bed and clicked on your phone, making sure that it was on low brightness, scrolling through your camera roll and social media for a bit until you felt your eyelids droop heavily from fatigue.

"You're tired," Steve mumbled, moving his head so it was resting on your lap, his legs now entangled with yours. "You should get some sleep, too."

"Mhm," you hummed, absentmindedly playing with his hair as you cleaned out your camera roll. "Just a sec."

"It's getting late, get some sleep," he begged, looking up at you innocently.

"It's not that late..." you looked back at the clock and your eyes widened when you saw the blinking red numbers read 1:30 a.m.

"...oh."

You reached up to turn the light off and laid back in bed, pulling the covers up past your arms and snuggling into the pillows.

He leaned over to check the time and as he did so, you could feel his breath falling against your neck and a blush spread across your face as a result. You tried to cover it up but failed, as the blush had now spread to your ears.

"You're blushing," he smirked before sliding back under the covers. “Are you nervous? I didn’t know you got nervous around me.”

"Nope. And even if I was, you wouldn't be able to see, because it's pitch black in here."

"In case you're forgetting, the super serum gave me enhanced vision," he wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "Wow, the great Y/N is nervous.”

"Shut up," you smacked him lightly on the shoulder, turning away from him so that you faced the other side of your room. 

He pulled you against his back and his arms snaked their way around your waist as he rested his chin on top of your head, causing your heart to skip a beat.

"Steve."

"Hmm?"

"Shouldn't you be back in your own room and sleeping in your own bed instead of invading my space like this?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I'm leaving for a mission tomorrow  afternoon and I need some rest. Let me liiiive."

"Okay, okay," you chuckled.

On the inside, though, you were panicking. Mission? He hadn't told you about this. Was this another impromptu surprise mission that Fury decided to spring up on several of you all of a sudden? And why hadn't you been informed of it?

"...And also, your bed is more comfortable. Tony spent more time choosing out your bedsheets than mine," he replied sleepily. "because he favors you over me."

"I thought we had the same beds?"

"Nope," he nuzzled his cheek into your hair, his grip around you tightening. "Now go to sleep."

"Goodnight," he murmured once you'd fallen asleep, softly pressing his lips to your forehead. "Sleep tight."

The next morning, Steve wakes up to see your legs tangled together and your head buried in his chest as one of his arms is draped across your torso. He admires the peaceful sight of you for a moment before getting up to go get breakfast.

When you wake up, he isn't there, and you try to ignore the flood of disappointment that comes over you. No wonder you'd slept so well last night; it was the first in months that you'd slept more than 6 hours without any interruptions.

You creep down the hall to Steve’s room and see his suit hanging over his desk's chair and smirk to yourself. He's probably in the middle of eating right now, you thought, so you decide to try his suit on.

"Hi, I'm Captain America," you puffed up your chest and struck your most patriotic pose, holding his shield up in front of your body, "I’m America’s golden boy and the nation’s symbol of freedom. I kick bad guys' butts and I'm super smart! Too bad I'm not as good as Y/N at Mario Kart, though. I don't know how she does it!"

Right at that moment, Steve walks in, leaning against the doorframe, and smirks. Your amused expression quickly changes into that of a mortified one and you immediately take his mask off, wide-eyed as you met his gaze.

"Hey look, Rogers, I'm you!" you spread your arms out wide, doing jazz hands.

"God, I love you," he says under his breath all of a sudden.

"What the hell did you just say?" your brows furrowed together in confusion.

"Nothing."

"Okay...I'm gonna change out of this thing and then I'm going to the kitchen to steal Wanda’s French toast. Spandex is not kind to me," you joked.

He just laughed in response.

You went to the bathroom with your regular clothing and came out about a minute later, wearing a simple black T-shirt and dark jeans.

...

You're standing in the middle of the vast, open space of the hangar bay later that afternoon, hearing the hum of the nearby jets and familiar chatter around you. You know that you only have a matter of minutes before Steve is expected to board the Quinjet and leave, for a trip that's over 4,000 miles away with no other way to communicate other than via comms.

And even then, the signal isn't strong enough to sustain a conversation longer than 10 minutes at a time, since you're supposed to be as discreet as possible while undercover.

Folding your arms over your chest, you glance around the space, looking for his familiar figure. When you don't catch sight of him after a few seconds you begin to wonder if he's even out here yet but then, you see him in the distance towards the opening gates talking to Bucky.

Before you can think about what you're doing, you start jogging towards him and call out his name. The blonde-haired man turns around to face you, a mix of surprise and relief on his face. He shakes his head and gives you a look that's trying to reassure you he's going to be okay, that he'll be fine and he'll return safely.

You don't know why you're not being let on the mission. The mere thought of him being sent off without you, the mere thought of you not being with him for an extended period of time makes you sick to your stomach. What if he got seriously injured or even worse, didn't come back at all?

You quickly pick up your pace and sprint as fast as your legs can possibly carry you towards him, closing the space between you two and pressing your lips against his without even a millisecond of hesitation.

When you imagined kissing Steve Rogers for the first time, you didn't think it would be rushed, but it was, and it didn't turn out how you'd initially expected it to. It doesn't play out like the way you've been thinking about it for months and months on a loop. Even though you're the one to kiss him first, you're shocked at your own sudden actions.

The fact that you're the one to initiate this doesn't stop you from feeling the dizzying effects his warm lips on your own have on you. Steve doesn't have time to reply or react, only being able to steady you before either one of you lost your balance, as Sam is pulling him away to follow Tony and Bucky onto the aircraft, and you whisper "Stay safe" before he's gone.

Before you can make your way back inside, you sink to the cold, concrete floors of the hangar bay on your knees and break down into heaving sobs.

The second time it happens, you're sitting on the couch wrapped up in blankets as you stare with a broken expression towards the main elevator, waiting for him to return from yet another trio mission.

You're left speechless when the doors slide open and his familiar figure steps through. His face is streaked with dirt and debris and blood and possibly the remnants of tear tracks, his shoulders slumped forward in exhaustion and a tired look in his eyes, but you think he looks perfect nonetheless.

Steve doesn't have time to even get out a short greeting before you break down right then and there. Hesitant at first, he doesn't know what he's supposed to do. But then he steps forward and collects you into his arms into a comforting embrace. Heaving sobs rip through your body and tears stream down your cheeks like a seemingly never-ending flood, and he feels his heart shatter into a million pieces because he knows that he's the reason behind it.

He doesn't know what he can possibly say at this point anymore. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say in defense because he promised you he'd return within the allotted two-week time frame, but over five weeks have passed since he was sent off.

You close the gap between the two of you and press your lips to his. It doesn't taste like fireworks, nor something sweet or something that makes you feel so euphoric and as if your head's up in the clouds. It tastes of your salty tears and his heartache and you could've chosen a better moment to kiss him than right now but you were too broken to care, simply in need of someone to comfort you.

When he pulls away, neither of you say anything. That's it.

The following days and weeks are spent by you avoiding him as much as you can because you know that if you make eye contact with Steve again, it won't do your heart much good. And it hurts, because he doesn't know what exactly he did to deserve his treatment and realizes that maybe, just maybe, he's falling a little bit more in love with you each day.

The tables turn four months later and instead of him almost losing his life trying to save others, it's you this time, narrowly escaping your awaiting death. You see Steve waiting outside the helicarrier and you sprint towards him just like you'd done in the past, throwing yourself into his arms and your lips connect. He's warm and intoxicating but you're crying again and he's also crying and there's just too much that you want to say but can't.

But this time, he has enough time to react. His arms wrap around your waist to hold you steady as yours slid up around his neck to pull him closer, and he holds you with such a gentleness that makes you wonder if what you're feeling is even real or not. 

"You know," he said as you broke apart, "that confirms you definitely have feelings, right."

"Yeah," you swallowed the lump in your throat and smiled sadly, and he gently wiped your cheek with the tip of his thumb. "So what are we gonna do now?"

"I’m going to ask you out on a date," he says as he brings you in for another kiss, smiling when your arms around him tighten. "Be my girlfriend, Y/N."

"Okay," you choked out, a small sob escaping your lips, "I love you, Captain."

"I love you too, Y/N."

"ZERO ONE ZERO ZERO ONE ZERO ZERO ZERO ZERO ONE ZERO ZERO ZERO ONE ZERO ONE ZERO ONE ZERO ZERO ONE ONE ZERO ZERO ZERO ONE ZERO ZERO ZERO ZERO ONE ZERO ONE ZERO ONE ONE ONE ZERO ONE ZERO ZERO ONE ONE ZERO ONE ZERO!"

"Vis!" Wanda sighed and rolled her eyes, "we've talked about this. Drop the binary code."

"I was just commenting on how lovely Captain Rogers and Miss Y/N look together as a couple," he explained calmly.

[thepartyresponsible]

here’s a short fic about jason todd encountering an undercaffeinated clint barton on a rooftop in new york. it’s exactly as romantic as it sounds.

Jason’s not even supposed to be in New York. He hates this town. It’s overcrowded with heroes, which means it’s overcrowded with bullshit and bad blood, and he can’t go two blocks without running face-first into someone else’s fuck-ups.

“I swear to God, Grayson,” he says, right into the comm, because he’s sick of this shit, and this isn’t his town, and, if he makes a mess here, it’ll get one-upped by morning. “I think the Punisher just took a potshot at me.”

“Doubt it,” Grayson says, sounding insultingly unconcerned. “Do you still have a face?”

“So far,” Jason says, “but I’m about five more minutes away from blowing this mask up myself.”

“Grumpy,” Grayson observes. He doesn’t seem to appreciate the favor Jason’s doing, meeting him all the way up here. Possibly because he’s been caught in some kind of ballerina boxing match with Daredevil for something like a quarter of an hour.

Jason would be less pissed about that if he didn’t have the sneaking suspicion Dick was planning to ask the Devil on a date afterwards.

“Next time we gotta swap bullshit alien tech,” Jason says, “we’re doing it in Jersey, as God intended. If I get murdered by an Avengers groupie, I’m gonna haunt your entire family for the next millennium.”

Dick hums back thoughtfully. “Yeah, I don’t think they call themselves groupies. I think they mostly call themselves SHIELD agents.”

“All I’m saying,” Jason says, as he shifts his weight on the new rooftop, scans the skyline for whoever shot at him a minute ago, “is nobody wears that much spandex unless they’re looking to get laid. They can call themselves a government agency if they want to, but if you put a zipper on the front of your fucking tactical jumpsuit--”

“Hey.”

The voice is soft, kinda scratchy, and it is most definitely not Grayson. When Jason turns, guns out, he finds himself confronted by a sleepy-eyed blonde in a t-shirt and purple boxers, with a cup of coffee in his hand and a case of bedhead that would shame Sleepy Beauty.

“Hey, man,” the guy continues, “are they shooting at you? Can you maybe get them to stop? It‘s pretty late, you know? It’s a school night. You really gotta do this now?”

Jason stares. “Oh, sorry, princess,” he says, at a loss. “I’ll just ask real nice for a raincheck and see how they take it, okay?”

“Cool,” the blonde says, like he’s agreeing to the terms. He rubs at his face and yawns. There’s a coffee stain down the front of his white t-shirt and a target drawn in shades of purple centered right over his heart.

Jason, because he’s feeling obliging, turns in the direction of shooter. “Hey, asshole,” he yells, “get fucked.”

He ducks down behind the brick wall, waits for the answering gunshot, and then looks up at the man, who hasn’t even blinked toward cover.

“Yeah,” Jason says, when the echoes from the gunfire have faded, “they said no.”

“Well, you didn’t ask right,” the blonde tells him. “Gotta use your manners.”

He shuffles over, barefoot on a New York City rooftop like someone who thinks lockjaw’s going to do him any favor on the dating scene, and stares blearily out into the city.

“Hey, yeah, excuse me,” he calls out, “could we do this during business hours, please? I got tenants with kids in the building.”

Jason leans over, hooks a hand around the guy’s ankle, and tugs him to the ground. The blonde folds neatly, scrambling for his coffee and somehow managing not to spill a single drop. He throws Jason an affronted look and then rolls his eyes as another gunshot rings out, bullet embedding itself in the roof access door.

“Aw, bullets,” he says, sounding persecuted. “I hate patching bullet holes.”

“You almost got a bullet hole in your face,” Jason tells him.

He hates this city. At least in Gotham people have the good sense to run from snipers.

“Got enough holes in my face,” the man says. He pats Jason consolingly on the knee. “I’ll handle this. Hold my coffee.”

He passes the cup to Jason, who takes it on instinct. “What the fuck,” Jason says. “Wil you stay down? Christ’s sake, I’ll just---”

Jason shuts himself up as the blonde picks a rock off the rooftop, tests its weight for a second, and then stands up, hurling the rock into the darkness.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jason says, incredulous.

Half a second later, there’s a scream from the roof across from them, and then a long, wailing cry that cuts off with the heavy thud of a body hitting pavement.

“Shoulda stuck to school hours,” the blonde says, alarmingly prosaic.

Jason scrambles to his feet. He stares down at the dead sniper on the sidewalk, looks up at the building across from them, and then down at the line of rocks around the perimeter of the roof. Now that he’s looking, it seems a weird place for a bunch of surprisingly large rocks to be.

“Did you fucking—did you put those there for home defense?”

The blonde shrugs. He takes his coffee out of Jason’s hands and swigs it back with the most enthusiasm Jason’s seen out of him so far. “Well, sometimes I forget my bow.”

Jason pauses. Blinks. Looks the blonde up and down, lingering over the way his shoulders fill out that t-shirt and the strong, defined muscles of his forearms.

“Holy shit,” Jason says, “are you Hawkeye?”

The blonde salutes him with his coffee cup. Coffee splashes over the brim of the mug and splatters all across his shirt. He sighs, heavily.

“Hawkeye,” Jason repeats, dubiously. “World’s Greatest Marksman? SHIELD agent? Avenger?”

“Yep,” Hawkeye says, brushing at the coffee stain like it’s dirt he can knock off. “You’re one of those Gotham guys?”

Jason stares at him. “Oh, nah,” he says, “I’m Power Girl.”

Hawkeye’s eyes go – incredibly and apparently unironically – right to Jason’s chest. He squints, seems to weigh it out in his head. “You don’t…” he says, slowly. “You don’t look like Power Girl.”

“Really,” Jason says. “Really? What gave me away?”

Hawkeye finishes off his coffee and then smiles at him, bright and smug and oddly sweet for a man who just dropped another guy off a ten-story building. “Power Girl’s blonde.”

“I could be blonde,” Jason says. “Under the helmet. How the hell would you know?”

“Red Helmet,” Hawkeye says, snapping his fingers. “That’s who you are.”

“Red Hood,” Jason corrects. He’d be offended, but, frankly, this guy didn’t even remember shoes. Or pants.

“Red Helmet would make more sense,” Hawkeye mumbles, mouth half-hidden behind his coffee mug.

Jason sighs. “Hey, Nightwing,” he says, activating the comm again. “Are you done playing grabass with Daredevil? Can we get this shit moving already? I’ve got places to be.”

“Oh, is that the blue guy?” Hawkeye asks, shuffling closer to him. He squints curiously into the street. “Don’t interrupt them. Devil’s been talking about him for weeks.”

“It is not—will you—I’m busy here,” Jason says, taking a pointed step away. “Nightwing,” he repeats, “I swear to God.”

“Busy,” Grayson says. He sounds a little breathless.

For a single, beautiful second, Jason’s actually worried about him, and then he hears what is almost definitely the Man Without Fear murmuring something that Jason never in his life needed to hear another person say to Dick Grayson.

“Oh my God,” Jason says. “Fuck’s sake, Nightwing, turn your Goddamn comm off.”

“You called me,” Nightwing says, and Jason yanks the comm out of his ear before he gets scandalized any further.

“Tried to warn you,” Hawkeye says, sounding smug again. He goes to take another drink of coffee, realizes all over again that he’s out, and then stares mournfully into his empty cup. “Oh,” he says, sounding personally betrayed.

“You try to help people,” Jason says. “You try to do the Golden Boy a favor. You come to this bullshit city, with all these bullshit people, and he leaves you on a roof so he can fuck around with a man who does Catholic church cosplay.”

Hawkeye gives him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. “Aw, c’mon,” he says. “The Devil’s okay. Bluebird could do much worse.”

“He’s not—Jesus Christ, Gotham is a day trip away, asshole, and Bludhaven’s even closer. The names aren’t hard. I’m Red Hood, and he’s Nightwing.”

Hawkeye shrugs with exactly the kind of agreeable unconcern that suggests he’s really not going to bother remembering. “I’m better with faces.”

“I find the helmet to be pretty fucking memorable,” Jason says.

Hawkeye gives him a considering look, eyes dragging from his helmet to his boots and then back up. “Too bad,” he says. “I was gonna invite you down for coffee, but you probably can’t drink it with the helmet on.”

Jason hesitates. God knows how long he’s going to be waiting around on this rooftop for Dick Grayson to remember he’s supposed to meet Jason and finish their latest round of Kryptonian tech swap. Coffee would be a welcome distraction.

Those forearms would be a welcome distraction.

Jason glances down at the sidewalk. There’s a bit of a ruckus now, probably because some poor bastard out for a late-night walk damn near tripped over the corpse. It’d probably be wise to get out of sight before the cops show up to do whatever song and dance they deem necessary in this neighborhood.

Anyway, he always wears a domino under the helmet.

He reaches up, goes through the whole complicated maneuver of removing the helmet, and, when he drops it into his hands, Hawkeye honest-to-God whistles at him and then flushes immediately pink.

“Oh shit,” he says, clutching his coffee cup to his chest. “I thought that was just gonna be in my head. Sorry. It’s real late, you know?”

Jason stares at him. Takes in the whole sleepy sight of him, from the blush on his cheeks to the soft spikey mess of his hair to the coffee-stained t-shirt and the bare skin of his feet. “And you’re Hawkeye,” he says, just to be absolutely certain. “SHIELD agent, super spy, best sniper in the world.”

“Yeah, man,” Hawkeye confirms. He reaches up to scrub at the back of his head, and it does absolutely nothing for his hair but the flex of his arms does something for Jason. “I just—normally people don’t speak to me until after I’ve had more than one cup of coffee.”

Jason shakes his head, not quite able to make the call between being charmed and being appalled. Maybe this city has its redeeming qualities after all.

“Okay,” he says. “C’mon, Hawkeye. Let’s get you more coffee.”

[agentwallflower]

Supernova: Chapter 11

Guess who didn’t write anything the last couple weeks?

*raises hand* 

Depression is fun like that. I’m going to try harder this month to get content out, but I don’t know how well things are going to go. I’m starting therapy again, so I’m hoping that’ll help my energy levels...

I don’t really have much to say other than that. No energy to do much other than go to work and come back. Life in the time of plague is... rough I guess. 

Next chapter is going to go up September 19. I’ll see you then. Remember to wear a mask and wash your hands.

If something was supposed to be happening, it wasn't – the place still looked like a normal house to Andy as she glanced around as she walked. With any luck, they didn't have neighbors or they were in for one hell of a noise complaint.

“It's right over here, just have to turn everything on.”

Sky Rider directed her to a door that looked like it might lead to a closet. Andy shot him a blank look as she watched him access a panel on the side of the wall. He stood there for a while, typing things in. Then something beeped and he groaned.

Well, they were getting off to a good start.

“Password got changed to Kryptonite this month, SR.” Scanner's voice called from their computers.  The hero didn't start typing, however. “Alright, it's K-”

He held up a gloved hand to stop the spelling bee. “No, it's asking what to register Andy as so it can set the parameters.”

That got the tech to actually back up from their setup and roll over to the pair by the door. Andy stepped to the side to give them space without needing to be asked. One thing she was painfully aware of was just how big she was. Even if they had been standing, she dwarfed them by at least a foot, maybe more, and that was without the frame differences. Her limited experience let her know people tended not to like loomers, so there was some breathing room between them.

Scanner muttered to themselves as their eyes glowed. That close, she saw one was brown and the other was blue, though it looked too sparkly to be normal. Artificial, or at least augmented. It matched the silvery hand, and the bit of shoulder peeking out from the loose shirt they were wearing.

“Right, don't want her blowing the whole place up. That be a pain to explain to next door, we barely have them fooled.” They turned to face her, briefly. “I guess we could put Nova's data in for her. You said she's related, right?”

Andy felt her core bubble as the tech quickly put the details in, though it took a little gentle analog persuasion in the process. Apparently, it was a pre-Scanner design that didn't like them very much if the grumbling was to be believed.

Nova had lived here once.

“Thanks, Scan. I'll let you know if we need anything else.”

“Please do before you take a wall out. We already get yelled at when we break the city apart.” They were already rolling back to their rig, muttering about how they needed to gut that damn system to replace it sometime. From the way it sounded, it wouldn't have been out of place with a lover's quarrel. Hopefully nobody asked her to hold a wrench.

This left her alone with Sky Rider, who finished up tapping something into the wall. The panel beeped, and then covered itself up. He motioned for her to follow, and they were soon opening the door and walking through.

It... yeah it looked like an empty room.

“Scanner's predecessor came up with the idea for this when Ember was a trainee.” He knocked the wall, and a rainbow glittered across its surface. “Barriers, coded with details of hero abilities. I could blast for days and not even leave a scratch.”

Well, then she probably wasn't going to take a wall out then. That was a relief.

“So that's why you were trying to figure out what to register me as.” She gave him a blank look. “What do you do if someone has a new power, though?”

Sky Rider shrugged his shoulders as he took a seat against the wall. “Download info from the closest match, mostly. They used Paladin's data for me, even though I have a different profile. Once you've used it a few times, we'll have a special profile for you too. Makes it easier to keep the place together.”

Andy nodded, but after that she was kind of lost as she looked down at her hands. Memories of when she had first used her powers were vague at best, and none of them were pointing at how to turn the damn thing on.

Maybe it was motion activated? She swung her hand down hard, like she remembered. The only result was that the air moved and she felt a little stupid. At least Sky Rider didn't laugh at her when she tried it a second time with her other hand.

So... not motion activated.

Andy felt her core go a little cold as she turned to look at her trainer. “You do kind of a blast thing, got any ti-”

The words died in her mouth. Though Sky Rider was physically in the room, he was more focused on the large book spread out in front of him. Apparently, he liked pink sticky notes – the pages were covered in them.  The book next to him had a similar treatment, and there was pink highlighter all over his written notes.

She would have been impressed if he hadn't been training her.

His visor moved up, but he made no move to hide his work. “Focus on a target and try to imagine your energy flowing out. Not sure if it's going to work for you though, cause... you know.”

His highlighter motioned to her necklace. “You should probably keep that on, by the way. Scanner says they don't have cameras in here, but something records the data well enough.”

“You're the best.” Andy didn't have the tone for sarcasm, but she hoped it got across as she turned back to the task at hand. “Hey, speaking of data... you guys wouldn't happen to have anything from Nova, would you?”

That got the psychic to stop writing notes, at any rate. What was he studying anyway? It was hard to tell, since she wasn't exactly a master of reading books in human-friendly orientation. The fact there were no pictures didn't help much either. She could at least rule out medicine – not enough angst.

“Yeah, I think we do. Why, do you think watching her might help you figure it out?”

This time, it was Andy's turn to shrug. “Even if it doesn't, it's not like I've ever really got to see them  much. We can't talk about Nova at home, and my sister was too young to remember much anyway.”

Before he could ask, she added “Adopted sister, I'm the only weirdo around here.”

If Sky Rider had anything to say about that, he kept it to himself in favor of getting up from his study spot in order to cross the room. They were much closer as he started to type details into the computer, the screen reflecting back in his visor.

If she had to wear a helmet like that all day, she'd go insane.

“Can I ask what you're studying?”

Andy wasn't sure why she was asking him that. He seemed to think about it for a few seconds before the machine beeped- there were records coming up, or at least she thought there might be. It was hard to tell with their orientation, but they had gotten results. They probably even said what was on them, but it wasn't like she could read any of it.

Ah, the joys of strange vision.

“Psychology.” He backed up, probably to return to the books. “Nova's logs are in date order. I would say start with the older stuff, might give you a better foundation.”

And like that, she was alone again. Andy sighed as she turned back, poking with an experimental finger. Probably  because she didn't have skin, the damn thing didn't respond to her. No doubt she looked like an idiot.

What else was new?

---

Ugh, he was never going to learn this in time for the exam. Even his brain couldn't keep up.

Angel could feel the sweat trickle down the back of his neck, and it wasn't from the heat. His pile of notes was growing by the second, and his deadline was looming. Add in the fact the class was with his adviser, and he was feeling the heat.

Or... it actually was kind of hot.

“You're not overheating, are you?”

He looked over his textbook. Andy was still poking at the screen, grumbling. It wasn't going anywhere fast, to say the least. Part of him wondered if she had broken the damn thing, but then he watched as her finger prodded the screen.

Right. Not made for aliens.

“I can't read what it says, can you help me here?”

Andy's voice was as monotone as always as he got up again to help her. That close, he could feel the hum of whatever was keeping her looking like a human being. It wasn't a bad feeling, just an odd one that made his teeth itch. Since nobody was reporting a dentist visit, that was probably just him. Hooray for being psychic.

“I'll set it up on a loop for you.” He cocked his eyebrow under his visor. “They didn't teach you to read at the lab?”

Andy shook her head. “I can only read stuff that's upside down and backwards to you. Something about how my eyes are structured I guess.”

“Huh, that's gotta be a pain in the ass for reading your phone...” He mumbled that to himself as he set up the loop sequence. Nova's oldest video was soon on the screen, showing the hero in their 80's glory. Just seeing the spandex made him wince, even with the leather jacket. Nothing like 80's superheroes to make him glad he wasn't born then.

Though, he had to admit it was a rare treat to see a younger PT looking even more like a punk nightmare next to them. Talk about blackmail.

“I don't have one, not -” Andy fell silent at the sight of Nova. Her hand stretched out to touch the screen. “That's... it's Cass.”

Angel frowned at the reaction. “Hey, are you -”

“I've never really seen them before.” her hand traced the outline. “It's hard to tell with their disguise... but we don't look anything alike, do we? Why else would they wear red...”

The alien's voice trailed off as she watched the figure on screen. Her face was unreadable, but Angel got the sense this was something private he shouldn't intrude on. He backed up, content to return to his notes. But he kept one eye peeled as he went back to his notes. Maybe she might need a little of his day job when she was done.

---

Andy wasn't sure how long she sat there, staring at the screen. Nova's clips kept looping and returning to that first screen, even as they burned into her memory. Simply put, she was transfixed by the person on screen.

She was so... red.

Honestly, that was the weirdest part of all this. Part of Andy had just assumed her parent would have been blue like her – wasn't that how it worked with genetics when it came to humans? She may have been from a different planet, but there should have been a link.

She couldn't find any as she watched the disguised alien on screen. Every movement Nova made was so fluid and graceful that it made her nonexistent joints ache. If she had ever tried to move like that, shit would've broken. Yet the hero walked silently, as if they weren't there at all. Maybe they weren't; maybe she was just dreaming this.

Andy's core bubbled as her favorite clip queued up. Nova was up against some small time villain, their name garbled by the digitization. It didn't matter who it was, though – she was only focused on the hero in red spandex and leather jacket as they prowled onto the screen, their very presence making the news camera waver.

They said something, but the camera wasn't able to pick it up with the inference. Then they held up their hand. Light in every color, even ones humans couldn't see, began to build up in their hand. Then they threw out a fist, and the light went with it. The moment it made contact with the person on the other side of the screen, light exploded in a rush of sound. The whole screen went white, and then when it settled it was over. Nova was the only one standing, flexing their fist.

“We're live on the scene at 5th Street where Nova-”

The clip cut out after that.

“That looked like the Starburst.”

She looked over her shoulder. Sky Rider had abandoned his books in order to study the screen. The second clip was playing on the reflection of his tinted visor, giving her a perfect view of Nova in action in reverse. Apparently, that was more interesting than studying for psychology.

“What?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Naming your attacks was big in the 80's. Sometimes PT almost starts to do it before the cringe knocks her back. Nova's big ones were the Starburst and Big Bang. The next one should be that.”

Through his visor, Andy got to watch as the alien in disguise started to glow as bright as a star, then throw all the energy with a yell of focus. There were the colors and lights again, twinkling against the glass. Did he even see it the same way she did, or was it just white light?

Sky Rider reached for his notebook, and the image vanished with the shift. “I don't recommend the Big Bang in here. Leave that for field work. Just focus on making the hand blast.”

Then he left her to her own devices. Andy shrugged it off as she backed away from the screen. Now she faced a blank stretch of wall, almost as if it was daring her to mess it up. Just like she had seen on the screen, she held out her hand as if she was getting ready to blast.

And then it stayed there for a good thirty seconds as she waited for something to happen.

“Maybe try throwing it.”

Andy shot him a blank look as she wiggled her fingers in exasperation. “Now you're trying to train me?”

“Nobody can train you, you're – you know.” He shrugged. “Just making a suggestion. Might need a little motion to get things going. Think back to how you did it the first time.”

Yeah, the gap in her memory was great for that. Though, gap wasn't the right word for it. Now that Andy was trying to reach back to remember, it felt more like a wall between herself and whatever had happened. Right then, she was banging up against that wall, trying to break it down. Damn thing wasn't budging, unfortunately.

So, back to the wall she went, with the feeling that this wasn't going to end with anything interesting. Oh well, if training was supposed to be easy there would be more super-powered humans in Bear Paw. Back to work it was.

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Name Calling (26)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  In which the ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on how much you would enjoy it.

Current Word Count -  74,382

Chapter Twenty Six - The Cat's Out Of The Bag

The Avengers were gathered in a meeting room in the tower, waiting on Ross. The mood was sombre. Their friend had just been dragged away to be put only god knows where and they hadn’t had the chance to explain to her why there was a video of her killing and nearly dying that existed to be leaked online in the first place.

“Who leaked that footage?” Sam asked the question they were all wondering.

“Docherty. He has to have been watching her, or having people do it for him more accurately.” Steve guessed.

“Why leak it today? Why now?” Rhodey enquired.

“She’s his Vernichtung, his little world ender. Having her being hailed as a hero must have pissed him off.” Tony said wearily.

“This is good. We’ve been looking for a way to get to him for a long time and we had nothing. Now he’s shown a weakness, something we can exploit. The angrier we make him, the more likely he is to make a mistake.” Natasha reasoned.

“First we have to get my little girl out of Ross’s clutches. I don’t trust him any more than I do Docherty.” Tony snapped.

“He’s right. Ross has been trying to get his hands on The Hulk for a long time, god knows what he’ll do with Vernichtung.” Bruce agreed.

“The X-Men said they would gave her sanctuary but that only works as long as nobody knows she’s with them. They won’t help break her out. The Avengers can’t be seen doing it either. I’ll have to take the fall for this, I’ll take her and we can go into hiding. Cap can you contact T’Challa? See if he can help?” Tony asked, pacing as he made plans.

“I’ll think we should take a page out of Romanov’s book and fight Docherty with his own tactics.” Bucky spoke up for the first time.

“That’s not a bad idea. It’ll push Ross into a corner and put Docherty off his game at the same time.” Steve mused.

“Plus it will put Docherty’s face on the map. It’ll be much harder fro him to hide.” Natasha added.

“For those of us not following?” Sam probed.

“The Vernichtung Files. We release them.” Bucky said.

“That’s the worst idea I’ve heard all day.” Rhodey stated.

“You want to expose Kit Kat to the world like that? No.” Tony said firmly.

“Tony the whole world knows what she can do and who she is. So let’s show them how much she’s endured and how many times she said no to using that power to hurt anyone.” Natasha said diplomatically.

“She’s a hero, we all know it. It’s time the world did as well.” Steve added.

Everyone but Tony and Rhodey looked convinced. Tony looked frazzled and torn but before he could press further, Secretary Ross came sweeping into the room.

“Where the hell is my kid Ross? You have no right to take her away like that, she gets to have a lawyer. As her father, her next of kin I demand to know where she is.” Tony insisted.

“You aren’t in a position to be making demands, any of you. You harboured an unregistered powered person and took them on active missions. If a fraction of what is on that footage turns out to be true, you’ve been sitting on the human equivalent of a nuclear bomb.” Ross said, his voice dripping with unbearable smugness.  

“Then slap me on the wrists, put me in the naughty corner, prosecute me if you like. I don’t give a damn. I want to know where my daughter is.” Tony yelled.

“Oh there will be ramifications, for everyone. The UN will not let this slide.”

“You mean there will be ramifications for Stark and myself.” Bucky spoke up,

“I beg your pardon Mr Barnes?”

“There’s nothing on that video to suggest any other member of The Avengers knew about her. Matter of fact, Tony didn’t arrive until after. Maybe he didn’t know either.” Bucky said smoothly.

Ross’s jaw worked furiously as he tried to catch up to what Bucky was implying.

“The only person you can say with absolute certainty knew about Miss Starks abilities was me.” He continued.

“That’s not going to look good for anybody. Prosecuting a man you only recently pardoned. I’d hate to be you in that scenario.” Natasha said, catching on.

“Oh no, you can not spin this to your advantage. You really think you’re going to get away with this? The evidence speaks for itself.” Ross sneered.

“Speaking of evidence...” Dr Banner spoke and everybody turned to look at him. He smiled softly with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Were you aware that Benjamin Newlands was creating a deadly virus to unleash on a well populated country? Doesn’t he have an uncle on the UN council?” Bruce continued.

“He does, his father in law sits on the council as well.” Natasha added.

“In case you were wondering, yes we do have evidence. Irrefutable in fact. There’s a witness who worked on the virus, a paper trail showing Mr Newlands plans for after the virus was unleashed and a sample of the virus itself.” Bruce concluded.

“And you want to know the kicker Ross, the final damning fact? It was ‘deathwave’ who infiltrated Newlands home, destroyed the facility and obtained the virus so a cure could be synthesized.” Natasha said, hitting the final nail into the coffin.

“So you currently have the hero who discovered a traitor in the UN in your custody.” Steve summarised.

Secretary Ross had gone pale. They had him over a barrel and he knew it.

“It’s a good thing you decided to utilise a valuable asset to weed out the traitor and saved millions of lives in the process. Of course you had to hold off on having Miss Stark signing the accords, this whole sting operation only worked so long as nobody knew who she was. This was well played Sir.” Rhodey said diplomatically.

They all held their breath while they waited to see if the Secretary Of State would take the bait. He could take the messy path and throw her into a cell despite the backlash he would receive or he could go along with the plan they had just laid out. Turn her into the hero who saved the Accords from being tainted by War Crimes and Genocide.

“Before you say anything else Secretary Ross, there’s something you should see.” Natasha said.

Everyone looked at Tony and after a long moment he nodded.

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“Breaking News! More details on the story of ‘Deathwave’, Tony Stark’s illegitimate daughter have come to light.” The news anchor announced.

“Well the cat is well and truly out of the bag now.” Rhodey remarked.

“We made the right move, now that crowd outside who already think she’s a hero is going to grow exponentially. Show people footage of a scared little girl standing up to a bully and then have The Secretary Of State announce she was secretly working for them to single handedly take down a madman who wanted to kill millions and by this time tomorrow the whole world is going to love The Newest Avenger.” Clint said.

“We made her The Media Darling and Dr Jack Docherty public enemy number one in one fell swoop. I’d call that a win.”

“Yeah, now all we have to do is find a way to explain to her why she doesn’t remember killing 200 people or being shot in the heart.” Sam snapped bitterly.

Bucky had had enough of listening to them all congratulate themselves and bicker. It was going to be a lot to process for her and forgiveness for all they had done wouldn’t come easily. Everytime he got somewhere with her something got in the way and he was sick of it.

Would this be the final straw? Would she give up on him, on them? Would she go back to hating him?

“WHO WAS IT?” Tony yelled, storming into the room.

“Wasn’t me.” Clint said immediately.

“Who was what Tony?” Steve asked calmly.

“Ross just called his men to have her released and brought back here. Only he can’t do that because someone broke her out of custody.”

His revelation was met with silence.

“Nobody wants to fess up?” Tony pressed, slightly urgently.

Nobody spoke up and a chill ran up Bucky’s spine. If none of them had broke her out, then who had?

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You slowly roused from a deep sleep. The last thing you remembered was a lot of screaming, a klaxon blaring and a flash of red. You shot up into a sitting position, taking in your surrounding rapidly.

You were on a tatty sofa, springs digging into you. The room was musty and well lived in to put it politely. The door was kicked open loudly and your kidnapper/saviour came literally skipping into the room.

“GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!”

The defensive stance you sprung into was instinctual but the red spandex clad figure ignored it and held out something to you.

“Chimichanga?”

“Who the hell are you?” You snarled at him.

“I’m Deadpool sweetcheeks, and you should really already know that but the author really wanted me to say it out loud so there was no confusion for the readers so I’ll let it slide.” He announced tearing open the foil wrapped Chimichanga and taking an obscenely huge bite.

“Alright Deadpool, did you rescue me or kidnap me?” You enquired.

“Technically both Princess Peach. Ooooh, that’s what I’ll call you from now on since I’m not allowed to say your name.”

“Alright… what?” You were utterly lost.

“Quick note. The last person to rescue you adopted you so by those rules, you have to call me daddy. Or Daddypool.”

“I am not calling you Daddy.” You insisted with a confused grimace.

“Daddypool it is.” He said, clapping his hands together in excitement.

He leapt onto the couch you’d woken up on and struck a heroic pose.

“Now let’s end this chapter so everyone can mentally prepare themselves for the upcoming grand adventures of the dynamic duo…. Princess Peach and Daddypool!”

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Short but important chapter... I really really hope you like this. It's a creative gamble on my part. Please like it!!! *sweats nervously*

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[galaxy-parker]

We Can Be Heroes (Just For One Day)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Summary: Where you’re superhero rivals with Spider-Man and one day you’re forced to work together

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.4K 

A/N: It’s a superhero au! Y/N’s superhero name is Crimson Flame and her power is controlling fire and heat (kind of like Wanda’s but really heat based) This is a multichap story 

(Fanart by @minnie-marvel !)

[PART 1] [PART 2]

~~~

‘Fancy seeing you here,’ A taunting voice echoes through your ears and you’re twisting around in less than a second, hands raised to eliminate the threat before a chuckle accompanies the intruding words and you roll your eyes. It’s just Spider-Man.

You let the heat gathered between your fingers die out, the flames withering away into nothing before letting your hands drop to your hips. Your spandex clad rival sits perched on the roof of a neighboring building, crouch down like a frog with his head tilted to the side. You wouldn’t be surprised if he’s hiding a grin underneath that mask.

‘What are you doing here?’ You question, stalking to the edge of your own roof. You’d chosen it as a vantage point for the mission you were planning to embark on. It’ll have to wait now.

Spider-Man shrugs as if it’s obvious- which it’s not- and simply replies, ‘It’s kind of my job.’

The bright red of his suit is dimmed under the darkness but you can still make out most every detail of the overly expensive suit. Not that you’re looking.

You hum and curl your lip inwards. ‘Forgotten our agreement already?’

He rests his head on his fist in a mocking gesture. ‘Remind me?’ He teases causing a pang of annoyance to echo in your chest.

‘This is my turf,’ You point to a sign in the distance, watching his head incline to follow the direction of your finger. 148th Street.

The eyes of Spider-Man’s mask whir strangely and you can’t help but roll your eyes again. After fighting for mission after mission time and time again, you’d both come to the agreement that you were to patrol one half of Queens and he the other, effectively keeping out of each other’s way. It had worked for a little while, but now it’s evident to you that he can’t stay away from trouble for too long; especially if it comes with pissing you off.

‘Did you really just say turf?’

You scoff, dropping your hand and opting to cross your arms instead. ‘Go.’ He doesn’t move and you shake your head, ponytail whipping in the wind. ‘You know the rules Spider-Maniac.’

‘Clever,’ You can practically hear his eye roll. ‘I got reports of a Supernatural, Flame, I’m not going anywhere.’

He grips the edge of the roof as if to solidify his staying there and you find yourself narrowing your eyes a fraction. ‘You think I can’t handle it?’

‘I think it’s a bad idea,’ 

‘I think you should leave,’ You thrust your hand towards him, feeling the heat waves from a lantern not far behind, and close your fist tightly, wrenching it back toward you in a swift movement. The heat waves barrel towards Spider-Man in one big gust of scorching wind and shoves into him. He lets out a bewildered grunt before toppling over the edge of the roof and plummeting down into the streets below.

You turn on your heel and stroll to the opposite end of your building, counting off on your fingers with each step.

One, two, three, four-

You hear him hit the building at five and at six there’s a web wrapped around your wrist, tight and cold. He yanks it back and the momentum spins you around and pulls you stumbling forwards all in a matter of breaths. Your hand lifts automatically, fingers splayed, but another web wraps around your spare before you can do any damage. He pulls on both strings, crossing your arms over each other and you clench your fists, anger filling in your gut.

‘Wakanda Forev- woah!’  His voice is taunting until it’s not and he’s being pushed back by another invisible barrier, webs loosening just enough to slip out of.

You run towards him then, launching yourself up in the air and driving your fist down en route to his face. He catches it, twisting your arm around and pinning to your back with another string. He’s laughing now and damn these webs.

You kick your leg back, wiping his feet out from under him and he crashes to the ground with a groan. He’s sprawled out on the floor and your foot lands on his back accompanied by a triumphant ‘Ha!’

‘Okay, okay, you win,’ He grumbles and you reluctantly remove your shoe. Big mistake. Faster than you can blink his legs are tangled with yours and you fall to the ground beside him. He leaps onto you, gripping your free wrist above you and hovering over you as not to crush you. You try to twist from his grip but he presses down, the still pinned arm under you pinching painfully with the movement.

‘Ow, ow, ow,’ You groan, and Spider-Man scrambles to unfasten your arm while still gripping the other. The web unfastens with a snap and, to your credit, you try to unseat him for half a second more before he’s got both wrists pinned. His mask stretches, revealing his grin.

‘Nice try,’ He teases and you scoff, rolling your eyes. Your chest brushes his with each breath, and your mind begins working a million miles a minute trying to find a way to turn the tables in your favor.

‘Cheater.’

‘Sore loser.’

You take him in for another moment as an idea clicks into your brain and you grin feverishly. His eyes shrink as he studies you and you hesitate for a moment before driving your knee up between his legs hard.

He makes a noise that sounds like a cross between a groan and a whine as he rolls off of you, curling into a fetal position. You stand easily, brushing off the excess webs that still cling to your clothes and smirk down at him.

‘What the hell?’ He wheezes.

‘You were getting cocky,’ He flips onto his back, chest heaving and you shake your head, nudging him with the toe of your boot. He swats at you before reaching for you with a hand. You roll your eyes but grasp his, pulling him up onto his feet before pushing at his chest. He steps back.

‘Just so you know I’m pouting under my mask,’

‘I figured,’ You lift a hand, letting flames dance between your fingertips and hear him sigh.

‘But seriously,’ The amusement is gone from his voice now and you arch an eyebrow. ‘I fought this guy last week, he’s-’

A sudden creaking noise splits the air and the rumbling of the ground beneath your feet causes you to be flung forwards and stumble over your feet. Spider-Man leaps to your side, grabbing your arm to keep you from tumbling to the ground as another noise accompanies the first, this time resembling a scream.

You whip your head around, still crouched over with your hand gripping Spider-Man’s bicep and recoil at the sight.

A man stands a few buildings over, dressed in all black. His head is bowed and there are no discernable traits about him save for the blue lightning dancing between his fingertips.

‘Holy shit,’

~~~

MJ greets you the next day with a lackluster hello, and she barely glances at you from her sketchbook as you plop down in the seat next to her, groaning into your hands.

‘You sound cheerful,’ She points out, you hear her ruffle to a new page before she states, ‘Don’t move.’

You peek through your fingers, shooting her a nasty glare but she pays you no heed as her pencil drifts over her paper with a renewed fervor.

‘I take it patrol didn’t go well?’

You shake your head and she hums, angling her body towards you to get a better view of how you’re seated.

You didn’t tell MJ you were the Crimson Flame- at least not outright- but she’d been watching you for a while, noting every bump and bruise and temper flare until one day she finally strolled up to you, sketchbook still in hand and stated. ‘You’re her,’

Since then you’d been the one keeping an eye on the girl, but it immediately became apparent to you that she wasn’t going to tell a soul. She was a professional secret keeper- hell, she wouldn’t even tell you the things she knew.

‘Everything hurts,’ You whine.

‘Then maybe you shouldn’t fight crazy electricity maniacs.’

You drop your hands. ‘How did you-?’ She only shoots you a smirk and the answer pops into your brain like a light switching on. ‘Spider-Man.’

MJ told you nearly a month ago that she’d figured out who the boy behind the mask was, not telling you his identity for both his sake and yours but letting it slip that he’s roughly the same age and goes to Midtown alongside the two of you.

You find yourself looking for him now, absentmindedly scanning the halls for anyone that cocks his head when he listens or laughs when he’s nervous or has a carefree air about him- resembling that of a child. You look for him- and then stop the second you take notice.

And maybe some small part of you wants to know who he his, wants to note every aspect of his face like you did his suit, memorize every mannerism and place every emotion. But a bigger part wants nothing to do with him outside of your daily duties. A part of you wants to stay a kid.

So you do, you try.

‘Hey,’ Your gaze flicks back up to MJ and you shake your head, clearing your thoughts before latching your eyes on her face and taking in her now concerned expression. ‘Are you really okay?’

You furrow your brows. ‘Yeah, I’m fine,’

MJ nibbles on her bottom lip, eyes flitting around the classroom as not to pull too much attention to you before leaning down. ‘You keep rubbing your shoulder and wincing,’ Her voice is low and you let your hand fall quickly. You hadn’t even realized you’d been doing it.

‘Tennis practice,’ You raise your voice a little, drawing the attention from a few and Michelle shoots you an incredulous look.

‘Tennis practice? Who’s going to believe that?’

‘Shut up,’ you mumble, swiveling around in your chair to face towards the front now instead of to the side. MJ’s chuckle sounds in your ear and you can’t help but let a tiny smile peek through. You roll your eyes.

‘You’re so bad at excuses,’ She shakes her head and you turn to look at her again, mouth open in feigning offense.

‘I am not,’

‘You told me that giant bruise on your rib was from pulling a muscle during Just Dance,’ Her voice is flat and you laugh, throwing your head back.

‘It’s the first thing that popped into my head.’ And it was at the time. You’d been caught up in a bank robbery the night before and had sustained a few choice injuries; after Michelle had nudged you in the ribs and you almost doubled over in pain you’d had to think of an excuse on the spot- albeit a crappy one.

‘It didn’t even make sense,’ She tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear, arching a brow at you and you shrug sheepishly, grinning at her until her eyes drift past you and the look of amusement on her face drops into one of annoyance. ‘Oh god, not again.’

You follow her gaze with furrowed brows, expecting to see Flash tormenting a Freshman or something of the sort but not Peter Parker, staring at you with wide blown eyes and the hint of a smile on his lips. You meet his eyes and he blushes, looking away- it’s safe to say you do the same.

MJ huffs out a breath, twirling her pencil through her fingers.

‘What was that about?’ You question, clearing your throat and pulling at the sleeves of your thin sweater- a habit that surfaces every time you get nervous.

‘Parker’s got a crush on you,’ She says it as if she’s talking about the weather and you balk, feeling your face heat up considerably with the thought.

‘No he doesn’t,’ Your fingers grip your sleeves now, heartbeat picking up if only slightly. ‘He doesn’t even know me.’

‘He doesn’t have to,’ Michelle flicks a lock of hair out of her eyes just as the teacher comes strolling in and whispers. ‘You’re in for a lot of staring, Y/N, better get used to it.’

You suck on your teeth, trying to fight the urge to glance at the boy again.

You know who Peter Parker is in the sense that you’re aware of him. He shares a fair amount of your classes and you’ve been partnered for a project or two, but there’s never been much small talk involved and he’s always seemed quiet and timid to you. You don’t know anything about him save for his name and you figure he knows the same amount about you- not nearly enough to develop a crush on someone.

Your teacher drones on about some element or other but her words fall on deaf ears. You clench your fists, inhaling through your mouth before giving into your curiosity. Turning your head, your eyes land on Peter, who’s taking down notes feverishly, hair curling and falling into his face. He looks up at what the teacher seems to be writing on the board in the front of the classroom, his brown eyes scanning over the words before they flick to you- just for a moment- and then do a double take, like he didn’t expect to find your gaze on him and he almost can’t believe it.

You offer him a short smile and his face heats up, ears turning the color of a tomato. You snort into your hand, turning back to the teacher. MJ’s gaze is on you and you see her give you a knowing smirk before her eyes flit to Peter and she offers him a glance with an emotion you can’t quite place.

‘Miss Y/L/N,’ Your attention snaps to your teacher, who’s standing with her hand resting on her hip and her dark brows arched. ‘Do you have the answer for us?’

You clear your throat, scanning over the notes on the board as she repeats the question, her voice now exasperated. You throw out an answer filled with words you barely understand and shrug sheepishly.

She sighs before turning her questions elsewhere. ‘Mr. Parker?’

‘Um,’ You turn to look at him, rolling your lips between your teeth. His gaze meets yours again and you raise your eyebrows. ‘Gravity times mass.’

‘Correct,’ She moves on and your eyes linger for only a moment before you’re turning around again, jotting down the notes as quickly as you can; but unbeknownst to you, Peter’s gaze stays trained on your hunched over figure. His heart races, blood pounding in his ears. He almost misses the smirk that Michelle shoots him over your shoulder.

Almost, but not quite.

~~~

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Ignore me for indulging

While visiting a planet they saved just moments from its destruction, Lance stumbled upon SH figuarts of his favorite show at another Earth store and, internally screaming his nerd out, bought the whole set of collection. Shockingly they costed less than back at your local Amazon but hey he wasn’t complaining. “I can’t believe I got all of the ones I wanted, I’ll have to delete my shopping list when we get back home.”

When Pidge and Hunk asked how he got them after they met up at the food court, they too immediately zoomed their way to get their favorites as well. Ultraman and Sailor Moon.

“Aw I was hoping I’d find Metal Heroes,” mourned Pidge, carrying 15 boxes each in two bags. “But I guess Ultraman would do.”

“Same here,” Hunk also bought the equal amount. “I thought they might have Satria Baruda Bima but no. They sold out. At least they still make Sailor Moon.”

Twinkling sparkles were flying off as they look at the merch they spent Gacs on. On the bright side they’re somewhat happy. Disappointed but happy.

Then their heads lit an idea, “Not to sound crazy but wouldn’t it be awesome if we meet our favorite characters? How cool would be to meet our long time heroes? Get to see up close?”

Lance shrugged, “We did meet Shiro’s Alternate self from another dimension. Whose to say the possibility is limited?” Another sparkle surrounded them, this time coming from him. “What if there’s a Kamen Rider universe? I’ve always wanted to wear a belt so I can transform into any Rider I wanted.”

He made a pose that mimicked wearing a built and hand gestures, “Henshin! Kamen Rider Kuuga!”

Though they were a bit embarrassed since everyone’s watching, Hunk and Pidge soon joined him to make poses.

Later that day

“—And that is our plan to infiltrate the Galra base located at the Grukl system.” Kolivan informed from the screen.

“Thank you for the information. We will aid you if things don’t go accordingly.”

After the transmission ended, they all sighed in exhaustion.

“It appears that Lance and the others haven’t return from their shopping. While I’m stuck here doing negotiations, they’re out there having fun. I must say; I’m jealous.” Allura was gloomy today. Despite being an official Paladin she still has diplomatic work to do. The cons of being a princess.

Lotor placed a hand to her shoulder, consoling her to the best of his ability. “Since you’ve been working as hard as everyone else, I believe a break should do it. We’ve already made peace with the locals and given their trust to us. How about we leave the castle and walk around the city? See if there’s anything you like.”

“Really?” Eyes twinkled in awe. “In that case.” Coran immediately went ahead and announce he’ll keep an eye on the ship, “It wouldn’t hurt to go out more, you deserve it anyway. Life isn’t getting younger so make it last.”

That left Keith in charge of diplomatic meetings which he really didn’t want to as he was about to leave as well to join the group but as Shiro’s chosen black Paladin and leader. He can’t. “Is this what I’ll do from know on? Never walk outside again. Dammit Shiro I just wanted to give Black back not be leader.”

While he’s sulking, Lance and the others returned from their shopping; all eager to open their merchandise. “I see you return from your shopping spree to buy unnecessary things again.”

“First of all they’re not unnecessary, they are beneficial,” Lance rolled his eyes, not phased by the offense. “Secondanly we found SH figuarts of our favorite shows!”

Surprisingly that caught his attention which puzzled the three but ignored in favor of explaining how they found them and used all their Gacs to get them. “Take me to them. I need to see if it’s real.”

And they did.

And they did not expect their leader to nerd out as well.

“They got all of them! All the Super Sentai figuarts!” He felt like a child again, seeing his favorite super heroes for the first time. “Jetman! Dairanger! Timeranger! Gaoranger! Hurricanger! Gekiranger!” There was a squeal and more sparkles flying out. “Do you have any idea how I dreamt of buying these guys when I found out on Amazon? This is a dream come true!”

“We also have the mechas for each installment,” the owner of the store added, with the zords all lined up in the counter.

“Shut up and take my money!”

Lance had to stop him from buying the entire store while Hunk and Pidge struggled to carry all the merch their leader bought.

“Who knew Keith is a Super Sentai fan? That doesn’t suit him considering the theme of the franchise.” Pidge always thought he was a more... action motorcycle guy. Given his appearance and personality.

Hunk, however, disagrees and chuckles, “You would’ve said the same to Lance. He’s been a Kamen Rider fan since he saw reruns of them as a kid. The franchise isn’t really kid friendly but he enjoyed it for the suits.” Pidge raised an eyebrow when he paused.

“And...?”

Hunk turned away, nearly holding his laughter once she realize this, “Lance always wanted to drive a motorcycle.”

An image of Lance dressed as a Kamen Rider while driving a motorcycle off to the highway appears in her mind.

“Are you serious?!” This newfound information... What kind of reverse roles is this? “You’re saying Lance wanted to be like them while driving a motorcycle and Keith enjoyed the power of friendship and love?”

They’re definitely gonna do some bonding sessions tonight, what more secrets are they hiding. Does Shiro watch what they watch?

“Lance also watched Devilman he’s seen all the mature content.”

Okay, note to self. Never guess what they like unless asked. Especially if you’re basing them off on their personality and outside activities.

Both stopped when they notice their friends starting an argument. Curiously yet tired of what lead to this, it didn’t take long to realize what it was about.

“Unlike your spandex guys, Kamen Rider isn’t afraid to kill off characters to leave an important message plus we don’t need to be giants to save some alien invasion.”

“Yeah well unlike your bike riders, Super Sentai is about teamwork which none of your riders have cuz it’s a one man deal and it’s very important to be giants so the cities don’t get destroyed by them.”

“You think a bunch of robots can keep themselves not damaging the cities? Big deal, my riders can beat five people in one go. Besides their transformation is way better than your spandex can.”

“No my spandexs are better than your riders!”

“Kinky but wrong!”

“Super Sentai!” “Kamen Rider!”

Oh my god. The irony. The irony of it all.

Pidge wipes a tear as she tries to keep her laughter to a minimum. “Lance prefers solo and Keith prefers teamwork. That can’t be right.”

“Maybe it’s their secret all along but I doubt it aligns their beliefs.”

“This is what the universe wants. The ultimate forbidden love.”

It ends with Lance and Keith playing with their figuarts to make a crossover video. Already resolved their differences. Then they thought it would be cool if they did figuarts of them in the future. “Probably when we save the universe I guess.”

[wazafam]

As a team of superhero teenagers, the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers are an iconic part of the '90s. When they first don the spandex and helmets, however, Zordon gives them a set of rules to follow, which includes things like not revealing their secret identities and never escalating a fight. That would be pretty difficult if they were put into a situation like The Hunger Games.

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Through both The Hunger Games novels and films, the Games themselves are broadcast to the entire nation. There is no way to truly maintain secrecy. The entire competition is also to the death, which means it's nearly impossible for a contestant to avoid escalation of a fight either. With that in mind, which of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers has the odds of survival in their favor?

10 Trini

The original Yellow Ranger is incredibly smart, and an incredibly capable fighter. She picks up on scientific knowledge quickly and trains in multiple forms of kung fu. Though she might me the qualifications for a horror movie final girl, it wouldn't be enough to ensure her survival here.

In fact, Trini probably wouldn't last long in the Games at all. She's simply too nice. Trini is someone who would see the games for how unfair and biased they are. She would want to help the contestants who didn't have her advantages. While that might work in the short term, and she would make a few allies, they wouldn't last in the cutthroat competition. She would likely be betrayed by a more ruthless player.

9 Zack

Zack, like all of the Power Rangers, is a decent fighter. Unlike most of his friends, however, Zack's skills are more of a show. He combines his love for dancing with his knowledge of martial arts to create moves that look good, but aren't always super effective.

He might be able to use those skills to charm viewers in the Capitol, but they won't serve him well against other tributes who are armed to the teeth. His tendency to showboat would also make him an easy target.

8 Rocky

Rocky is a lot more impulsive than the rest of his teammates, which is why he lands so far down on the list. He's the one Power Ranger who is actually likely to end up caught up in the bloodbath that is the opening of the Hunger Games.

Rocky, knowing that survival is linked to what kind of supplies he can scrounge up, would likely try to swipe a weapon or a bag of food as the games open. Because he's a great fighter, he would likely make it out of the situation, but be left with a serious injury that would slow him down. Going after the supplies instead of getting as far from his opponents as possible would eventually be his downfall.

7 Billy

Billy might be the smartest kid at Angel Grove High School, but it's unlikely that would be enough to save him in the Games. He would certainly be one of the first tributes to figure out just how the arena worked, where the cameras were - and where their blindspots were - but that might not be enough to keep him safe.

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Instead, fellow tributes would likely try to take advantage of his intelligence and betray him in the end. After all, the Power Rangers wouldn't be using their Morphers on camera in the arena, which would definitely leave them vulnerable. Billy isn't as skilled as his friends without the power of the morphing grid behind him.

6 Aisha

Aisha is a little harder to rank than most of her friends. Like Rocky, she's a fighter before she's a Power Ranger, and she's not nearly as impulsive as he is. Aisha, however, like Trini, is a lot more likely to come to the aid of her fellow tributes and try to help those who don't have her skills.

That would likely be her downfall. She'd make it pretty far in the Games until it got to the point where her alliance would have to be broken. Aisha wouldn't be willing to destroy people she considered her friends, though they wouldn't likely give her the same consideration.

5 Kat

When it comes to the Pink Rangers of the series, Kat has one advantage: she knows exactly how the bad guys think. That might help her out in the Arena as well.

Kat is pretty good at getting people to think she's on their side. After her experience being brainwashed, she manages to make both Rita Repulsa and Lord Zedd think she's ready to rejoin them, distracting them from the other Rangers' true mission. Kat would only be able to keep up a charade for so long, however. Eventually, other tributes would find her out, and her fighting skills are definitely not at the same level as her friends.

4 Adam

When first introduced in the Power Rangers franchise, Adam is relatively quiet and tends to stay in the background. He's relatively observant, picking up on things about his friends that others don't. That might allow him a good advantage; he could hide out for a while and wait out the initial conflicts between tributes.

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Like most of the Power Rangers, Adam is also adept at fighting before he becomes a superhero. He even trains in multiple styles and with multiple weapons, so he'd be a versatile fighter. Adam, however, would likely only fight to defend himself - and only to incapacitate his opponents. Someone would eventually get to him.

3 Jason

Jason is one of the strongest leaders any Power Rangers team has ever had. When it comes to the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, he even gives up his leadership position because it's what's best for the team. The trouble is, he wouldn't have a team behind him in the Hunger Games.

Jason is an incredibly capable fighter, and depending on the continuity of the series - whether it's television or comic book - he also has a bit of dark streak. He might not want to hurt people when he's chosen to enter the Games, but he absolutely would if he had to, and that would get him pretty close to the end. There are just a couple more Rangers who might be able to outlast him.

2 Tommy

Tommy begins his journey as a Power Ranger under the spell of Rita Repulsa. He torments the Rangers until he's able to break free of her influence and join the heroes. There is, however, a comic book universe in which Tommy Oliver goes bad. He becomes Lord Drakkon and takes over his world, finding a way to travel to alternate realities to increase his power.

If that desire for power and that capacity for darkness is in one Tommy Oliver, there's a chance that it exists in others. Tommy, like Jason, wouldn't want to hurt anyone, but to insure his own survival and to make sure he could continue to fight against the oppressive Capitol, Tommy would do whatever he had to do to make it to the end.

1 Kimberly

Kimberly, one of the most sensitive of Power Rangers, and one of the most often kidnapped in her early days with the team, might seem like an odd choice to survive the Hunger Games. She does, however, have a few advantages over her fellow Rangers.

For one, she actually learns how to use her bow very quickly. Kat doesn't get the chance to use the Pink Ranger's weapon often, but Kimberly is an expert, giving her a long range weapon ability for the Games, much like Katniss Everdeen herself. She's also pretty adept at pretending to be someone's ally. She fools her enemies, like pretending to be ready to be Zedd's new queen, on more than one occasion.

The biggest point in Kimberly's favor, however, comes from the comics. In the "Shattered Grid" event, Kimberly is a true survivor. She becomes the Ranger Slayer, but after all of the bad things she does, she also leads a new team and a revolution against her world's oppressors. She would do anything to survive and change the world.

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[A4A] (Fandoms) Summer is here! Looking for Long-term, writing Partners!

Your Name/Nickname/Alias: Bocaj Age: 22 Time zone: EST  Add. Information: Born in the Year of the Rat, Also, a Hufflepuff. 

Looking for: Someone interested in writing with Fandoms.

Literate/semi-Literate/Basic (Script): Literate, no text talk or anything like that please. 

Response Time: Varies throughout the day, but a few times a day. At least twice! Response Lengths: Again, varies. Bare minimum, a paragraph. More, usually.   POV: 3rd Past Tense, 1st when a character is in thought.

Original /Fandom: Fandom, please.  Canon Characters/Original: Usually, I stick to Canons. Some Fandoms are open to OC's,  I don't ask you to nail their character 100 percent, but try your best.  Favored sexual orientations:  If things go in a romantic way, usually I like FxF, or MxF.

Response Time Preferred: I ask, at least once a day, if not more. 

Contact Stuff: I like to Discuss, and possibly write on Discord. Open to moving to Email. Discord is: TheOneWhoSits#3363

Some ideas Revolving around the Fandoms I wish to write with:  Kingdom Hearts:  Now this can go many, many ways! I have played every game in the series, including the mobile App game, Union Cross. That said, my favorite must be, 358/2 Days. (Just so you have a feel of my type of KH fan I am.)  Could dive into a certain time frame from the serious, or, not. AU’s also welcomed to be discussed! For the sake of keeping spoilers out of public eye, I will say, there are things in Kingdom Hearts 3, that I would personally like to re-write in a Roleplay. But I will not dive into said things here.  Also, open, to writing in the time frame, when the Organization, the original Organization were still Some-bodies, under the study of Ansem the Wise. Dive into the rather sketchy experiments and studies they performed. 

Recently thought of something, sort of like an AU, based off the same idea of Final Fantasy X-2. Basically, some adventure /spin-off with the girls of the series. Could be its own AU, or what not. But, Aqua, Kairi, Namine, Xion all working together sounds fun! Not sure where we could take it, but very open to this!

Also open to playing with any of the Trio's, even one that's not highlighted a lot- (Young Xehanort, Yen Sid, and Eraqus.) A lot is open for this Fandom.

Might be open to OC Keybladers, in Union Cross type story, ending with the Keyblade War. That is one aspect of that game, I do like.

Dragon Ball: 

For this Fandom,  I wish to stay within Universe 6, Champa's Universe. Mainly focusing on the Saiyans of said Universe, Kale and Caulifla, and Cabba. I really want these three to be the main protagonist! After watching Super Heroes, I like to adapt some of that, and the GT Tuffle Arc in the Sixth Universe. The Tuffles rebelling against the Saiyans, perhaps them targeting Kale, since her Legendary like form.  OC's, as villains and antagonists are welcomed here, but the focus being on the Saiyans.

Persona 5:  This is also very open!  Part of likes the idea, of going through the story, with an all-female version of the Phantom Thieves.  Also like the idea, taking inspiration from the Anthology Manga, with side stories and events.  Perhaps we find a way to Cross Kingdom Hearts over with the Thieves. Sora, Donald and Goofy, working alongside the Phantom Thieves of Heart, could be fun!  Maybe something with the P5 Royal Girl, from the trailer. Something redeeming Akechi, or even the story from his perspective.  Maybe we can dive into our favorite ship and write an AU around them. (Mine is MakoAnn~!)

   Pokémon:  In reality, this deals with Pokémon Colosseum specifically, but not against any of the other games. (Though, the idea of mixing other Protags into the Colosseum realm is welcome too!)  Growing up, this was one of my favorite games. Though, even then I noticed how quiet it was. In a way, I wish to re-write in, but giving character arcs/growth to main villains and Wes himself. Let's have Wes have done some pretty horrible things, while working for Team Snag'Em, hinting at why he decides to betray them. People around the world, recognizing Wes, from his time as a bad person. Adding a sense of a redemption story for him, in his quest to stop them.  Team Snag'Em, themselves perhaps could be working in the Shadow Pokémon business, selling to other Crime groups, maybe other organizations from the other games.  Power Rangers!:   So, who doesn't like colorful spandex, and explosions! Of course, I did say I want to dive into the 2017 Movie universe, and this is still true! Ideally, continuing where it left off. Adding in, a new Green Ranger (ideally, a female Tommi Oliver) Though, my idea is to have her, slightly corrupted by the Power Coin Rita once held. (Stealing from the MMPR arc, Evil with Green) the coin could slowly corrupt her mind, in a way making her a second Rita, and the Rangers having to deal with a way to free her.  If we go the BOOM STUDIO Comic-Verse, I'd like to play around with the Broken Grid, type arc, after Lord Drakkon tried to rule over all. Form a team of our favorite Rangers, and have them stuck in many places, dealing with monsters out of time. Have this team, unstuck in time, as they try to fix the Grid, one way or another.  

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: I’ll be honest, I skimmed through most of Part-4; it didn’t really capture me that much. My favorite parts (of the anime, and in order) must go: Part-2, Part-3, Part-1, Part-5, and Part-4. Recently started watching Part-5, and its doing a lot better for me, than Diamond is Unbreakable.  I will also add, I enjoy Hamon, a little more than Stands. I know Hamon is all but forgotten now, but still, Joseph made me love it.

Though, I am not sure what I would do with this Fandom, just that it could be fun to write in! Perhaps OC’s, rather than Canon characters; though, I could try Canon characters. But we could take this many direction, really. Just a bit more discussing for this one.

    The Arrow-Verse:  For this, I have written a time-line, of sorts, for a Darker Future; since, all the shows seem to point in this direction. However, with the current season of Arrow having Flash-forwards to a dark future, I might have to re-work my Time line.  But, ideally, I wish to have the focus on Nora West-Allen/Xs. and John Diggle Jr/Connor Hawke. Dealing both with the loss of their father figures, and trying to work in a world, that has almost gone completely to crap.  Since Arrow has introduced new characters like Mia, and William, we can have them join the group as well. Kind of, like a new Generation of the Trio (The trio being Ollie, Barry and Kara). Open to introducing a character from Super-Girl's blood line. I don't want this to focus on one show's characters too much, hence why I suggest Nora and John Diggle Jr be the leads; the arrow and Flash reps. A super-girl character could be fun too!  Have arcing plots, maybe Nora looking for what happened to the Flash, but trying to locate Oliver Queen (since he was close to Barry) only to discover a ruined Star City and a New Green Arrow hopelessly holding on. 

Sword Art Online:  I don't have too much on this, just that I would like to have Suguha as a main character. Perhaps an AU, where she was trapped in a game, instead of her cousin. Or, her in some other sorts of games. OC's are welcomed in this as well.  A few other things, that would be discussed, but also open to write within! High School of the Dead| Prison School| The MCU| Legend Of Zelda| Battlefront II; Inferno Squad|

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   Selina Kyle

Selina "Cat" Kyle

"Five minutes on the street, you'll be mincemeat."Played By: Camren BicondovaA teenage girl with a fondness for theft and cats. The future

Catwoman

. She witnessed the murder of the Waynes, and has been keeping an eye on Bruce.

Ambiguously Bi: Much like her original counterpart, Selina appears to get a little too close to her female friends. While she clearly has a crush on Bruce, Selina seems to be going way out of her way to protect Bridgit from others as well and actually risks her life to rescue her. Keep in mind, Selina barely shows concern for just anyone.

Animal Motif: She may not have taken the mantle of Catwoman up yet, but young Selina is seen moving like a cat as she prowls through Gotham. And feeding a cat. In one scene, she's seen playing with her locket as a cat would. And she's nicknamed "Cat" for obvious reasons.

Archenemy: She's developed an intense hatred towards Silver after realizing she wants to harm Bruce.

Badass Adorable:

Bad Guys Do the Dirty Work: Kills Reggie to keep Bruce's hands clean.

Big Sister Instinct: She looks out for younger kids who are in need of comfort or help.

Bratty Teenage Daughter: Alfred finds her a handful, and at first wants her gone.

Break His Heart to Save Him: She tells Bruce she never saw his parents' killer, it was just a lie to save herself from juvie, because she knows any association with Bruce will ultimately endanger them both.

Brutal Honesty: Isn't afraid to speak her mind, as Bruce figures out.

But Now I Must Go: Selina leaves Wayne Manor on her own accord once she realizes that the danger she's in is too much for Bruce, a rich kid who doesn't know much about the city, to handle at his age.

Byronic Hero: Much like her original counterpart.

Cassandra Truth: Selina figures out Silver is manipulating Bruce, but he doesn't believe in her. At least until he finally sees that she was right all along after they trick Silver into revealing her true colors.

Civvie Spandex: Selina doesn't wear a costume yet, but does sport a black jacket and a pair of goggles.

Cool People Rebel Against Authority: She knows full well that the cops are corrupt, and she won't take any of their bullcrap.

Combat Pragmatist: Knows to go for the eyes first in a fighting situation.

Delinquents: She's been in and out of juvie quite a lot. And she does not want to go back. She'd rather stay on the streets.

The Dragon:

Due to the Dead: She removes her hood during Thomas and Martha's funeral.

Escape Artist: She's able to pick a pair of police cuffs with a pen. After that Gordon realizes the chances of getting her to stay in police custody are next to nil.

Establishing Character Moment: The first few minutes of the pilot show how skilled and bold a pickpocket she is, and her connection with cats.

Eye Scream: Her method of combat involves clawing out an opponent's eyes.

Faux Paw: Bats around a locket with her hand curled up like a cat.

Five-Finger Discount: Pickpockets people with frequency and aplomb.

Go for the Eye: Her preferred way of attacking people. She can do some major damage.

Goggles Do Nothing: Selina is usually seen with a pair of green goggles on top of her hood, perhaps as a nod to more modern versions of Catwoman who wears goggles as part of her costume.

He Knows Too Much: She saw the Waynes' assassin before he covered up his head. Because of that, whoever hired the hitman wants her dead.

Hellhole Prison: The juvenile hall upstate she was sent to upstate is this, apparently. She does not want to go back.

I Did What I Had to Do: How she justifies killing Reggie.

Improbable Hairstyle: Her hairdo seems a little high maintenance for someone living on the street. Towards the end of season 2, she somehow manages to not only straighten it, but also dye it.

Jerk with a Heart of Gold: In Bruce's words, she's a good person but she's "not nice". She doesn't appreciate the observation.

She's able to escape from a human trafficking ring using her size and stealth.

She's able to pick a pair of police handcuffs with a pen (that she swiped from Bullock).

As The Dragon of Fish Mooney, she recaptures Gordon, Bullock, and Falcone with a shotgun and Mooks in tow.

When she gets sent to juvie in the second episode, she notices the kid sitting next to her on the bus is crying. She gives him hints on how to survive.

As she observes Bruce's training, she points out it would all be useless on Gotham's streets as to survive you'd have to be ruthless and mean, something Bruce isn't....yet.

She tells Bruce that there was really nothing he could've done to save his parents, and that he really needs to stop obsessing over his parents' murder and get over it because bad stuff happens all the time.

She's also the only friend Ivy Pepper has.

Selina joins Bruce in his search for Reggie, the man who stabbed Alfred. He makes some threats towards Bruce. She helps set him up so that Bruce could push him out of the window. Bruce couldn't make himself do that. So she pushed Reggie instead.

The trait is present once more upon her association with Bridget Pike, for whom she is willing to fight both the other Pikes and call on Gordon for help.

To Fish Mooney in the Season 1 Finale.

She's later one to Penguin as well.

She also gets coerced into becoming one for Firefly.

She's a hardened street kid, yet even she gets creeped out by Ivy Pepper.

Karma Houdini: Much like her character, she escapes the finale without facing any punishment.

Kick the Son of a Bitch: She shows great Chessmaster tendencies when tricking what is believed to be the name of the Wayne killer out of Silver by means of cold-blooded torture at the hands of someone who appears to be an associate of hers. Bruce, who was also subjected to it, played along with Selina's plan, and his role in her torture gambit is only revealed after the name is.

Kindhearted Cat Lover: Duh.

Laser-Guided Karma: Selina's jerkass tendencies finally catch up to her, when she loses all of her friends because of her attitude. Gordon severs his ties with her after she leaves him for dead, Bridgit separates from Selina after arguing over a difference in morals, and Bruce pushes her away in favor of Silver because she actually treats him nicer than Selina ever did. Selina is now alone like she always wanted to be, and she realizes that it wasn't the way she liked it anymore.

Le Parkour: Gotham is one big jungle gym to her.

Light Feminine and Dark Feminine: The light to Silver's dark, ironically, considering whose side Silver is on.

Little Miss Badass: Selina may be a child, but she manages to survive in the very hard streets of Gotham and has escaped from criminals and the police several times.

Little Miss Snarker: Selina does her future counterpart proud with how much sass she exudes. Considering her status as a street kid, she likely uses it to cope with her harsh life, as well as to conceal her feelings and vulnerabilities. She snarks at everyone, but Alfred in particular seems to bring it out of her (of course, this could be because he punched her in the face - she's not happy with him about that).Bruce: What do you have against the front door?Selina: Nothing. It's the ape who opens it I could live without.

Loveable Rogue: Her Establishing Character Moment shows her as this: She takes out a switchblade, but only uses it to slash open a grocery bag and steal a jug of milk, which it turns out was not for her, but for a stray cat. The only other thing she steals is a little cash from a passerby. Throughout the scene, she avoids inflicting a single physical injury on anyone.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl: Starts playing as one to Bruce, once she moves to Wayne Manor. She questions his odd behavior and decisions, and manages to do in a couple of days what Alfred has been trying to do for weeks without success: get Bruce to act like a kid and have some fun.

Masculine Girl, Feminine Boy: The tough street fighter Masculine Girl to Bruce's sensitive, domestic Feminine Boy while they're living together.

Meaningful Name/In-Series Nickname: Her name on the streets is Cat, which is what she prefers to be called.

Missing Mom: The police think her mom is dead. Selina insists that she's alive somewhere.

Mythology Gag:

Never Hurt an Innocent: For all her talk about being ruthless and mean, Selina seems to have a strict policy about not harming anyone who hasn't tried to harm her first. Even when stealing from people (as in her Establishing Character Moment), she avoids hurting them.

Odd Friendship: With Bruce, and later Fish.

Pet the Dog/Kindhearted Cat Lover: Steals a jug of milk to feed a stray cat.

Pint-Sized Powerhouse: Despite being only 13 and half the height of most adults, she can easily take down larger opponents in physical combat.

Puppy Love: She may act mainly as The Tease towards Bruce, but over the course of "Harvey Dent" and "Lovecraft" it's clear she has genuine feelings for him.

Real Women Don't Wear Dresses: She hates dressing girly, but does so for an undercover mission with Bruce.

Refuge in Audacity: Averted. She once attempted to rob a fancy department store in broad daylight, and got caught by the cops for her troubles.

Sarcastic Devotee: She points out that Bruce's behavior is either crazy or suicidal, and yet she still helps him in spite of herself.

Satisfied Street Rat: Selina uses Gordon to stay out of juvie, but has no interest in him finding her a better life, and seems quite happy in her career as a pickpocket.

Screw the Rules, I Have Connections!: Whenever she gets arrested, she immediately asks to see Gordon, hoping to evoke this.

She Cleans Up Nicely: For the Wayne Enterprises Charity Ball in "Under the Knife".

Slap-Slap-Kiss: The Puppy Love edition. Bruce and Selina alternate between trying to shove one another way and running to help when the other is in danger.

Stalker with a Crush: After she sees the Wayne murders, she seems to be taken by Bruce, possibly because he's an orphan, and begins stalking him at a distance throughout the pilot. A later episode shows her breaking into Wayne Manor and watching him sleep.

Stealth Hi/Bye: She pulls one on Bruce in "Lovecraft": He's balancing on a banister in the mansion, clearly by himself, and then Selina just appears there with him. It's quite a feat, considering who she pulled it on.

Street Urchin: This version of Selina Kyle is already a roof-hopping Kind Hearted Cat Lover stealing milk for a stray.

The Tease: Downplayed since she's a teenager, but acts this way to Bruce, enticing him to try and earn a kiss from her. Hilariously, Bruce seems to have her pegged as an (age appropriate) Femme Fatale already, and is suspicious of her offer of letting him kiss her!

Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to Ivy's girly girl. In "Under the Knife," she goes on about how she hates wearing dresses and heels.

Took a Level in Jerkass: Goes from morally ambiguous street urchin, to willing flunkie of Fish and later Penguin who was willing to sell out Gordon to be murdered by the former without so much as a shred of regret.

Trickster Mentor: To Bruce. She teaches him about keeping his balance and roof jumping, as well as fighting dirty - Gotham's thugs usually don't wear boxing gloves.

Two First Names: Per the DC Comics norm.

Unresolved Sexual Tension: With Bruce.

Violently Protective Girlfriend: While their relationship is...complicated and still relatively innocent, Selina does show this towards Bruce. As both Reggie and Bruce found out when she shoved the former out of a window after the latter hesitated.

The Voiceless: She doesn't speak at all in the pilot. However, she does speak in the subsequent episodes.

What the Hell, Hero?: Receives this from Gordon and Bruce all the time. Especially when she joins Fish and doesn't immediately help them escape.

Worthy Opponent: She calls Silver this after being impressed by how good she is at her innocent act.

Bicondova looks very much like a young Michelle Pfeiffer, who was Catwoman in Batman Returns, right down to a similar hairstyle.

Selina doesn't go by Catwoman yet, but she calls herself Cat. In her very first comic book appearance, Catwoman was just called the Cat.

She flirts with Bruce non-stop. Flirterer!

By the end of "The Ball of Mud and Meanness", he's moved in with her.

The crush part is emphasized at the end of "Lovecraft": after two episodes of challenging him to kiss her, she steals a kiss from him.

Later she submits Silver to fake Cold-Blooded Torture in order to get Bruce to see her dark side and help him gain information out of her.

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Hancock Cosplay

Hancock

I have decided to revisit a cosplay I did in 2008. You Guessed it, its Hancock. The first time I went to a comic con was in 2008 at the San Diego Comic Con. And it was so fun!! I went to goodwill to find a shirt and some shorts. Bought a grey beanie and an eagle emblem and glued it on. Then took a red sharpie and colored the red in haha.

Fast foward to 2020 and I remembered I should do this again. Because now I have the photography and the skills to take better pictures. So, I went to goodwills again to find my clothes. For the beanie I found it on etsy here.

I plan on taking levitation photos and portraits as “Drunk Hancock” should be fun to do this in a superhero suit that doesn’t involve spandex ahaha.

Anyway, I like to be a hero and understanding. I also like to drink. Realizing this is a character I can kinda related to is exciting to me because I can use this as a way to tell different stories with my art. It is something that I am really looking forward to doing. The inner struggle of trying to be a hero, all while having vices that don’t do you any favors.

I heard this song on my Spotify discover weekly.

I want to make a cinematic video as Hancock illustrating how this song makes me feel.

Until then, I took some photos in front of a Kmart I found in West Chester. This was fun because I actually went live on tiktok and showed and taught how I take photos.

So, this is the beginning of something new for me.

Thanks for tuning me.

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Jason David Frank: Much More Than Mighty!

Power Ranger to Pop Culture Icon

Jason David Frank (JDF) was an undeniable presence at Big Apple Con (BAC) 2017. BAC certainly had their fair share of star power and I had the pleasure to interact with this fan favorite. Mr. Frank is best known for his roles in the Power Ranger universe, most specifically as Green Ranger Tommy Oliver. Recently though, he has been promoting his character Bloodshot for the soon to be released (Bat in the Sun Productions) Ninjak vs the Valiant Universe. It was at the Ninjak vs the Valiant Universe cast signing, during New York Comic Con 2016, where I first met Jason David Frank. I was fortunate to have our paths cross again at Big Apple.

Jason David Frank signs for fans at New York Comic Con. Credit: Linda Marie

Fan Affection

There is no doubt in my mind why Jason David Frank is so well-loved. As I meandered about the convention floor, I heard numerous stories from fans about how Mr. Frank had inspired their lives. He was much more to them than a hero on the TV screen. Mr. Frank doesn’t just show up for his fans, he takes the time to connect with them, all of them. While the line to meet JDF was quite daunting at Big Apple Con, there were never any complaints from those patiently waiting. In fact, the excited crowd started a chant of “JDF, JDF, JDF” at which time Mr. Frank paused to record a video clip to share on his social media. He continuously works hard to show love and appreciation for his fans.

Jason David Frank takes a selfie with his fans at Big Apple Con. Credit: facebook – jdfffn

Loving Life

As I approached Mr. Frank’s autograph area in hopes of obtaining some photos, I was taken aback as he addressed me directly. He immediately welcomed me into his world and was more than happy to have me there observing the kindness and warmth he shares. It was awesome to see such light and positivity emanating from a single individual. There is no way anyone could walk away from speaking with Jason David Frank and not feel better about themselves.

Jason David Frank engages his fans at Big Apple Con. Credit: Linda Marie

As I wrapped things up, I reached out to thank Mr. Frank for allowing me to be there and to wish him well. To my surprise and pleasure, he offered to spend a few moments with me for an interview. I was overjoyed and immediately accepted the invite. We were able to chat the following day after his enlightening Q&A panel. If you ever have an opportunity to hear Jason David Frank speak in person, just go.

Jason David Frank’s Comic Connection

During his panel, JDF not only spoke about his beloved Power Ranger characters and acting in general, he also spoke about his life. What impressed me the most about Mr. Frank was his humbleness, something he indicated is tough to do in Hollywood. He expressed how important it is to stay connected with those that love you and with yourself. It is clear that he recognizes how fortunate he is in life and yet focuses on remaining grounded. At one point, to the amusement of the audience, he stated “I put my spandex on one leg at time.”

Jason David Frank holds a Q&A at Big Apple Con. Credit: Linda Marie

Some other tidbits Jason David Frank shared during his panel were regarding his personal connection to the comic book realm. Growing up, JDF was a big fan of Marvel and his favorite character was Logan (Wolverine). In fact, at 18 yrs old, he sold his extensive Marvel collection for $11,000 to open his own school, Rising Sun Karate. His dismay at parting with the collection was apparent, though he is clearly happy with how his life turned out. Now he can secure all the comics he desires.

Keeping It Real

As I continued listening to Mr. Frank address the audience, I found myself most impressed with him as an individual. It was refreshing to hear his thoughts on money as it relates to the show business industry. JDF’s fan base is ultimately the chief factor in determining his course of action and he finds it offensive to be offered money to do something that is not in line with his beliefs. He feels that when money is offered to do a ‘shout-out’, it is deemed meaningless; there is no truth behind it. Mr. Frank’s high moral standards are forefront when making decisions regarding his career.

Jason David Frank requests a group photo after his panel at Big Apple Con. Credit: facebook – jdfffn

Hanging With A Hero

As JDF’s panel was coming to a close, he gathered everyone together for a big group photo. It was then Mr. Frank kindly took time to sit and chat with me for a few moments…

Linda: You are such an eloquent speaker. Very Inspiring.

JDF: Thank you. I really appreciate it. I probably don’t have the best grammar when I write and stuff but… I try, I do the best I can.

Linda: How did you get into acting? You talk about martial arts. How did that all come together?

JDF: I just ya know, being a little kid acting up the whole time, my mom said I should be an actor. I did some modeling when I was 12 for some TV magazines, and I can’t find those issues but I just liked it. I loved acting, I got into it, I was very passionate about it and honestly like Power Rangers was one of the first auditions that I did. I didn’t go and go and go and try and I’ve done auditions afterwards but yeah when I got Power Rangers at that age [19] it was like one of the first things and it just, I landed the role.

Diversity

Linda: Did you see yourself ever doing any other type of character?

JDF: I’m writing a movie now called Black Dragon. It’s about a coach that’s dealing with a lot of issues like alcoholism and stuff like that and he’s working with a kid that has autism. So it’s a really good acting movie but it’s funny because I like acting but if I would prefer to do movies I would rather do drama and stuff. I’ve done action my whole life so I think drama would be great.

Linda: Where did the martial arts come in?

JDF: When I was 4 years old just walking by a karate school and thinking that was something I wanted to do.

Linda: Do you do a lot of your own stunts? Do people try to prevent you from doing the stunts?

JDF: Yes. Yeah sure [they try to prevent him]. Power Rangers tried to prevent me from doing it but as far as Bloodshot they don’t want a stunt double. It’s too hard to get a guy to get into to character to do a stunt double.

Linda: I’d like to talk a little bit about Bloodshot since you brought it up. How did that come about? How did they approach you?

JDF: Aaron [Schoenke] with Bat in the Sun, I did quite a few shows with him with Bat in the Sun, and he’s the director of it and he told Valiant hey man this would be a good guy… and I had to kind of go through the hoops a little bit with Valiant. Dinesh [Shamdasani] was like he didn’t know in the beginning and he was happy he cast me afterwards but, it was Aaron [that] introduced me and I just didn’t want Aaron just doing a favor for me unless I fit the role and I just fit the role. I saw it, I was like this is perfect.

Linda: Did you have to do anything specific to prepare for it? Bloodshot is a little bit darker in comparison to the Power Rangers.

JDF: My mom was passing away at the time. That character I wouldn’t say is emotionless, he has emotion but it was just like that type of fight and fire in his eyes during that time. Also, I had to gain weight for it. I was about 210, I’m about 195 now so I put on about 15 lbs for it. Because I thought it was just gonna be over ya know so… but now I’m written in the show. I told Aaron and the guys I’ll be about 195 – 200, that’s it, that’s all I got. [With] the trainer at New York Comic Con, the Bloodshot trainer, I was about 190. So I looked fine. We haven’t seen the other stuff with me looking 210, the only difference was, I had to wear a bigger shirt. I couldn’t fit into my wardrobe so I had to get a bigger shirt.

Ninjak vs the Valiant Universe cast at New York comic Con 2016. Credit: Linda Marie

Linda: Can you tell me what’s in the pipeline, anything upcoming?

JDF: Yeah, ya know everything in Hollywood is like non-disclosure but I tell ya we got a lot of good stuff coming out… for my fans, for Valiant fans. It’s gonna be a lot of good stuff.

Linda: I’m excited for the Valiant stuff.

JDF: Yeah, me too. I really am too. It’s gonna be good.

Linda:  Thank You!

I can’t thank Jason David Frank enough for taking the time to speak with me. The chance to sit with him was completely unexpected and thoroughly enjoyed. I wish him well with all his future endeavors and look forward to seeing him on the screen and at future conventions. Any fan of Jason David Frank is a fortunate fan indeed! Follow him on social media… Facebook: @jasondfrank, YouTube: jdfffn, Instagram: @jdfffn, and Twitter: @jdfffn.

Jason David Frank and Linda Marie at Big Apple Con. Credit: Linda Marie

Keeping You Comic Con-nected!

Linda Marie

Twitter: @LindaMW87, Instagram: @comic_con_crazy, Cosmunity: ComicConCrazy

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Fandom Partner Search!

Your Name/Nickname/Alias: Bocaj Age: 22 Time zone: EST  Add. Information: Born in the Year of the Rat, Also, a Hufflepuff. 

Literate/Semi-Literate/Basic (Script): Literate, no text talk or anything like that please.  Response Time: Varies throughout the day, but a few times a day. At least twice! Response Lengths: Again, varies. Bare minimum, a paragraph. More, usually.   POV: 3rd Past Tense, 1st when a character is in thought.

Original /Fandom: Fandom, please.  Canon Characters/Original: Usually, I stick to Canons. Some Fandoms are open to OC's, which I will mark, but typically, Canon. I don't ask you to nail their character 100 percent, but try your best.  Favored sexual orientations:  If things go in a romantic way, usually I like FxF, or MxF.

Response Time Preferred: I ask, at least once a day, if not more. 

Some ideas Revolving around the Fandoms I wish to write with:  Kingdom Hearts:  Now this can go many, many ways! I have played every game in the series, including the mobile App game, Union Cross. That said, my favorite must be, 358/2 Days. (Just so you have a feel of my type of KH fan I am.)  Could dive into a certain time frame from the serious, or, not. AU’s also welcomed to be discussed! For the sake of keeping spoilers out of public eye, I will say, there are things in Kingdom Hearts 3, that I would personally like to re-write in a Roleplay. But I will not dive into said things here.  Also, open, to writing in the time frame, when the Organization, the original Organization were still Some-bodies, under the study of Ansem the Wise. Dive into the rather sketchy experiments and studies they performed. 

Recently thought of something, sort of like an AU, based off the same idea of Final Fantasy X-2. Basically, some adventure /spin-off with the girls of the series. Could be its own AU, or what not. But, Aqua, Kairi, Namine, Xion all working together sounds fun!

Also open to playing with any of the Trio's, even one that's not highlighted a lot- (Young Xehanort, Yen Sid, and Eraqus.) A lot is open for this Fandom.

Dragon Ball: 

For this Fandom,  I wish to stay within Universe 6, Champa's Universe. Mainly focusing on the Saiyans of said Universe, Kale and Caulifla, and Cabba.  After watching Super Heroes, I like to adapt some of that, and the GT Tuffle Arc in the Sixth Universe. The Tuffles rebelling against the Saiyans, perhaps them targeting Kale, since her Legendary like form.  OC's, as villains and antagonists are welcomed here, but the focus being on the Saiyans.

Persona 5:  This is also very open!  Part of likes the idea, of going through the story, with an all-female version of the Phantom Thieves.  Also like the idea, taking inspiration from the Anthology Manga, with side stories and events.  Perhaps we find a way to Cross Kingdom Hearts over with the Thieves. Sora, Donald and Goofy, working alongside the Phantom Thieves of Heart, could be fun!  Maybe something with the P5 Royal Girl, from the trailer. Something redeeming Akechi, or even the story from his perspective.  Maybe we can dive into our favorite ship and write an AU around them. (Mine is MakoAnn~!)

   Pokémon:  In reality, this deals with Pokémon Colosseum specifically, but not against any of the other games. (Though, the idea of mixing other Protags into the Colosseum realm is welcome too!)  Growing up, this was one of my favorite games. Though, even then I noticed how quiet it was. In a way, I wish to re-write in, but giving character arcs/growth to main villains and Wes himself. Let's have Wes have done some pretty horrible things, while working for Team Snag'Em, hinting at why he decides to betray them. People around the world, recognizing Wes, from his time as a bad person. Adding a sense of a redemption story for him, in his quest to stop them.  Team Snag'Em, themselves perhaps could be working in the Shadow Pokémon business, selling to other Crime groups, maybe other organizations from the other games.  Power Rangers!:   So, who doesn't like colorful spandex, and explosions! Of course, I did say I want to dive into the 2017 Movie universe, and this is still true! Ideally, continuing where it left off. Adding in, a new Green Ranger (ideally, a female Tommi Oliver) Though, my idea is to have her, slightly corrupted by the Power Coin Rita once held. (Stealing from the MMPR arc, Evil with Green) the coin could slowly corrupt her mind, in a way making her a second Rita, and the Rangers having to deal with a way to free her.  If we go the BOOM STUDIO Comic-Verse, I'd like to play around with the Broken Grid, type arc, after Lord Drakkon tried to rule over all. Form a team of our favorite Rangers, and have them stuck in many places, dealing with monsters out of time. Have this team, unstuck in time, as they try to fix the Grid, one way or another.  

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: I’ll be honest, I skimmed through most of Part-4; it didn’t really capture me that much. My favorite parts (of the anime, and in order) must go: Part-2, Part-3, Part-1, Part-5, and Part-4. Recently started watching Part-5, and its doing a lot better for me, than Diamond is Unbreakable.  I will also add, I enjoy Hamon, a little more than Stands. I know Hamon is all but forgotten now, but still, Joseph made me love it.

Though, I am not sure what I would do with this Fandom, just that it could be fun to write in! Perhaps OC’s, rather than Canon characters; though, I could try Canon characters. But we could take this many direction, really. Just a bit more discussing for this one.

    The Arrow-Verse:  For this, I have written a time-line, of sorts, for a Darker Future; since, all the shows seem to point in this direction. However, with the current season of Arrow having Flash-forwards to a dark future, I might have to re-work my Time line.  But, ideally, I wish to have the focus on Nora West-Allen/Xs. and John Diggle Jr/Connor Hawke. Dealing both with the loss of their father figures, and trying to work in a world, that has almost gone completely to crap.  Since Arrow has introduced new characters like Mia, and William, we can have them join the group as well. Kind of, like a new Generation of the Trio (The trio being Ollie, Barry and Kara). Open to introducing a character from Super-Girl's blood line. I don't want this to focus on one show's characters too much, hence why I suggest Nora and John Diggle Jr be the leads; the arrow and Flash reps. A super-girl character could be fun too!  Have arcing plots, maybe Nora looking for what happened to the Flash, but trying to locate Oliver Queen (since he was close to Barry) only to discover a ruined Star City and a New Green Arrow hopelessly holding on. 

Sword Art Online:  I don't have too much on this, just that I would like to have Suguha as a main character. Perhaps an AU, where she was trapped in a game, instead of her cousin. Or, her in some other sorts of games. OC's are welcomed in this as well.  A few other things, that would be discussed, but also open to write within! High School of the Dead| Prison School| The MCU| Legend Of Zelda| Battlefront II; Inferno Squad|

  That's all I shall write for this.  My roleplay Medium is: Discord My Discord Handle: TheOneWhoSits#3363