#who couldn't do anything about it then until he laters kills all of those men with a bomb so he gets a traumatic AND a heroic backstory

[aroacehanzawa]

The Half Life of Valery K by Natasha Pulley would be so good if it was good

[r3starttt]

PUT AWAY THE PRIDE

Summary: fucking ur bff who's in a relationship with a man, ew!

cw: hate sex. comphet abby. homophobic bf ew!!!!. dom!abby sub!reader. fingering. sissoring. pet names. (baby, pretty girl) finger sucking. prasing kink(?

an: creds to @atyourmerci for the Abby pic!!!

If you want it, you can have it. If you need it, we can make it

"Are you fucking- god abby" he'd crossed the line. That line that was invisible to you but still the thiniest for abby, until now, or so you wished because she'd go back to him once you've made your 'shoulder to cry on' function.

Abby was mad, even behind a phone you could feel how she couldn't bare him for now. You had no clue what happened just knew Abby's boyfriend had fucked it all again and she needed you, again.

The usual routine you forced yourself to not get used to but somehow became it, a routine. "Yeah, you know you can always.... just hurry" you ended the call abruptly. Otherwise, abby would not only be mad at that man, and nor you or her could take that kind of encounter currently.

You knew she was on her way already. So once more, with legs crossed on top of your coffee table, you did nothing but wait for her to arrive at your appartment. It always made you feel pathetic.

Her boyfriend despised you to say the least, from the moment you first met. And honestly you never knew why, even though you begged abby at one point to ask him herself just to not cause any trouble yourself. It didn't work.

You've had some alone encounters with him whenever Abby took you out and he had to be there. Nicely asking how his week or day had been, trying to make a small conversation with the typical 'long time no see, huh' or directly asking him - at one point, what the fuck was his problem with you. He was so stupidly manlish with his demeanor towards you it made you think if maybe abby wasn't using the proper words to describe you. Like he wasn't the problem.

On the other hand, your relationship with abby became confusing as her relationship with him grew bigger. Like it's toxicity was slowly getting to her, to you.

And not the type to ruin the friendship forever but just ruin the platonic. The one where sometimes spending time alone ends up in you drunk not moving your eyes away from her lips as she speak, or the one that makes her rest her hands somewhere on your body whenever you go out with friends. The one that ends in a weird exchange of words whenever you try to talk about it.

It was still unbearable tho. Always third-wheeling, then fighting with eyes only every time you made accidental eye contact with him, and eye fucking abby whenever he didn't pay attention to her, or you. Or feeling abby eating you alive with the eyes, just for denying it all later but not completely because you two had always been in the type of friendship where you're close with your friend to a point there's no shame about anything and you can make those type of jokes.

Jokes that somehow turned passive aggressive, not only between you two but also between abby and that men you equally despise.

"The fuck did he do now, mhm?" You sighed, resting your face on top of your shoulder, letting all your weight press over the shared couch. Drunk eyes paying detailed attention to Abby as she spoke. "I'm a fucking mess, that's all" she seemed off, something that genuinely troubled you considering how stubborn she was. "You're not, well, a... decent, nice mess" her laugh was gorgeous, it made you smile the moment you hear it. Her eyes met yours, as if you could talk with just that, a look. "Thanks"

"He's the problem. Even with that personality of yours, you've done no wrong" she pouted, it could only mean this was getting awkward for her. You couldn't care any less. "You're fucking charming abby, and it kills me youre with such person. Also, a man? Be for real" it was a joke, but that look on her face, it wasn't such simple for her. "I'm just saying, you're hot and so young and you have so much shit to live, he's holding you from that"

Abby turned around, her usual braided hair danced along her back, resting near her face. A sudden smile elicted on her face, she was about to bother you. "You think so?" You furrowed your brows, confused at what she meant "I'm hot?" She cleared herself. You just laughed, nodding while desperately trying to readjust yourself in a less compromised position, so near to her. "I know so"

"Yeah?" She left the glass with alcohol in it resting somewhere beside her. You smiled back at her, feeling her weight get overwhelming over you every second. You had to stop it. "Want more?" You didn't know bit alcohol would eventually become your one salvation from sin and fall into temptation.

Abby went home that night, just to hear him talking shit about you, and it clicked. She tried hard to give him a chance, because that meant she could have a chance as well. A chance for what? To prove she wasn't fantasizing about you in a way more than a friendship, to give all but you a taste and make her mind on what she liked and how she liked it. It failed, abruptly.

Because she lost time and wasted her persona in such men like him. And after running to you every time she couldn't bare it anymore, looking at your hands, neck, lips, eyes whenever she got drunk, after having so many late night talks with you whenever the awkwardness she felt wasn't rough enough to not keep her sober, she realized she could not run away from you, in fact, she needed you and needed to run in your direction every time. She had to give you a chance now.

That's the reason behind his hate towards you. No matter what, you'd always be her biggest priority. And god, she changed so much when she was with you, she'd transform into the girl he fell in love with, the one he lost once they actually started dating.

You had such a delightful effect on her, and he hated the idea of not being able to be the one for her.

Yet whenever he'd ask about you, abby would only say how close you two were since forever and how you wouldn't be a bother in the relationship. All of that was pure lies to keep it calm.

And those replies eventually got to you, like a day after that night you swore she wanted to kiss you. "I was drunk, doesn't mean anything" "what? You think I'll kiss you?" You wanted to dragg her back home with that man she'd found and make it clear you wouldn't let her be such an asshole. You didn't of course, both just laughed it off.

Until now, you couldn't wait for her to come and make it all clear, she was mad and it might not be the greatest idea but why should you care if she's not in the mood? You weren't the one behind that mood, not guilty of any of her shit.

Or that was the plan, because seeing the tears contained on the corner of her eyes, right about to fall and make a mess on her face. You simply couldn't.

"What did he do?" It wasn't the typical scenario. This was an unexplored rage, as if there was some sort of attraction that grew stronger as every second passed by. Maybe this was it, you thought.

Abby's red eyes met yours in such a relieved way, like she'd found something she felt eager to find. It was just you.

It caught you out of guard the way her hands travelled to the sides of your arms. " I realized I needed you"

The only thing you could come up with was a stupid 'huh'. Wandering your eyes all over her face and body. Abby had her own locked on you, probably as confused as you.

She had to. Her salty lips pressed on you, followed by the palms of her hands. You reciprocated, standing still but trusting your lips to do all the work necessary.

It's sloppy and messed, a silent fight between the silence that fills the ignored pain you're feeling and the anger she's been carrying all the way here.

It was miserable, her palms on your body, trying to find a way to bring you closer as you tried- not to step back but to prevent yourself from getting into it. Abby was only yours for a couple of hours and it was painful to have her so close to you but not having the actual chance to claim her yours.

"Fucking hate you for this" you murmured. Her eyebrows scrunched, there was such an euphoric feeling inside her, a mix of fear, confusion and anger. All for you

"Yeah?" She mocked you, resting her hands on the inside of your clothed stomach. "It could've been different"

"It will be" her lips smacked aggressively over yours again, trailing a path down your jawline.

Her fingers moved up your back, getting rid of your bra in such a pathetic way. You took her shirt off, trying to take the closest and clearest look of what you would never be able to have you you craved so much.

She laughed at it, doing the same for you. Her hands swayed all the way down your ass, gripping it with such force it burned. You let out a chocked breath, feeling her lips move on their own way down your body.

Her knee stepped in between your legs, so easily you could feel the vibration from her chuckle right in the middle your breasts. Fucking torture you've got yourself into.

She couldn't get enough but had to, running her fingers along your waist, down your cunt. Her fingers slide in between your slicked folds, slowly outside your cloathed arousal, begging for her.

Her palms slapped over it severely times, eliciting open mouth whimpers out of you, deliciously filled with her tongue against yours to shut you.

You tried to get her to stop, only receiving groans as a response. Until she got tired of it "fucking shut up and take it, be good, can't you?"

There wasn't a specific idea on her mind but take as much as possible out of you, to make a memory in honor to that gross man she ever felt the slightest of attraction to. Mocking you and him for her own pleasure, once in her whole life she thought.

Her fingers finally touched your clit, ager for it. The circles over it were so slow, you kept bucking your hips on her hands, attempting to get more friction. "Fucking stay still" abby groaned, thrusting her fingers inside you. God it felt glorious.

You voiced the most perfect whimpers for her, the way her name came out of your mouth, followed by the most prettiest pleads. It was driving her insane.

The sounds coming out of you were so obscene. Abby couldn't be in such good paradise

She made sure to curl her fingers at every thrust, speeding enough to make it painfully confusing for you.

Her lips kept busy shushing you, taking a taste of your nipples, your clavicle, every inch of your body.

"Shit- c'here" you demanded, dragging her by the jawline as the knot on your stomach grew overwhelmingly fast. She tastes better than anything you've ever had in your life, something worth the pain it'll cause you later when she's gone.

You let out a loud cry at the abruptly of her actions, leaving you empty. "Open" her middle and index finger fully covered in your wetness. You obeyed, feeling the palms of her fingers rest in your tongue, forcing you to take a taste. "Doing so good f' me, such a pretty girl"

She dragged you to the couch, the one that brought you closer that day she'd first approach to you in this way, whatever this was. The one that brought you closer when she left that day, and whe she laughed this off. Such an ironic situation.

It all brought a series of conflicting thoughts to your mind. Distracting you from such pleasure you should be enjoying.

Her hands grabbed the hooks of your jeans, dragging them down your legs. She made sure to get in charge of all the hard work, you should've notice-

Her weight was already on top of you. The way her eyes wandered all over you face, it was different. Your hands got locked by hers, breathing heavily at the sudden sight and feeling that ran through your body, that made you forget whatever was keeping your mind busy some seconds ago.

"Spread 'em open, be a good girl f'me" Abby groaned the moment she could finally get to be so close to you. Letting all of her weight rest over your body, aggressively humping in between your legs, rubbing her clit against yours.

Your ears were filled by her whimpers, groans whenever she got too overwhelmed. There was nothing you could to but let her use you for her own pleasure, not that you weren't use to it.

"Fuck baby... so good f'me, so so good" she whined, speeding her moves in between your legs. There could never be a better sight than this.

Some locks of her hair starting to stick on her forehead, the sweat covering her abs, her arms flexing to support her own way and oh, all this just for you to see. Sure he'd never seen such scenario.

She sounded so fucking pretty, on top of you, crying at how deliciously your clits rubbed together. You, on the other hand, felt like just cumming by the sight, by the idea of her body displayed like this.

Your thighs were ridiculously covered in both your and her slick, it increased at her every move, sloppy and messy, such a desperate disaster.

Your pleads and whines were completely ignored, she'd already given you what you needed and ni longer cared about whatever you felt you needed or deserved. This was about her.

Still you managed to wrap around her, feeling her drench your thighs even more as a breathless 'fuck' came out of her lips, letting go of your hands, already getting numb at her grip.

"See? Promised you it'll get better"

[artemismoorea03]

DP x DC Prompt: I Couldn't Just Let Him Die

So one thing I don't think is touched on enough is the fact that Danny never wanted to be a hero. Like, yeah, we all know he didn't want o be a hero and he makes a joke about it but when we actually think about it this was a life he choose because nobody else was there to help. The main reason?

He didn't want people to get hurt.

Something Batman would relate to.

Now, while I love the idea of Danny absolutely beating the shit out of Joker or any villain who absolutely deserves to have their shit rocked by a kid who is only 5'5" and weighs at most 120 pounds, when we actually think about Danny's character what's more likely? Again, no hate to any of the people who do those fics, keep it up, I love seeing Joker get his just deserts.

But hear me out.

Warnings for fighting, violence, and DC typical weapons.

There was a new meta in Gotham and he was driving Bruce crazy. This kid showed up out of the blue with absolutely no information on him anywhere online or otherwise with tech so outdated not even Oracle could hack it. The only thing Bruce knew about the kid was that he called himself 'Phantom' and that he was a teenager around 14 years old.

Other than that the kid had been a pain in the ass.

Muggings? Phantom took care of it by saving the person then lecturing the person until a Bat or police showed up then literally vanished.

Fires? Phantom would fly in and out of burning buildings repeatedly with no care for his own safety. No mask, no fire protection, nothing but the thin suit he wore.

Kidnappings? Don't worry, Phantom had it handled long before Batman could even get the call to help! EVEN WHEN IT WAS ONE OF HIS OWN KIDS WHO GOT KIDNAPPED!

Granted, Phantom never got in the way of a fight but the amount of evidence that was lost due to what he was doing and how he was doing it was inconvenient. Fingerprints got wiped, evidence of what started fires were covered in an unmeltable ice, kidnappers took off the second their captive was freed and were practically untraceable after that.

It wasn't until a massive Arkham breakout that he actually got to properly meet the kid. Every prisoner had broken out and the city plunged into madness as heroes ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. Villains against heroes, criminals verse vigilantes, villains verses criminals - it was a madhouse.

Batman could hardly keep track of it all but when one of Penguin's men threw a bomb into a crowd and it landed near Joker's feet there was a long silence. It was like the city had fallen silent all around him as Batman tried to get to the bomb.

Joker was a villain.

Joker had hurt his family, killed millions of innocents including his own son, but he was sick. He didn't deserve to die.

Apparently Phantom agreed because he flew faster than Batman could track him shoving Joker away from the bomb before encasing the bomb in ice.

"Hey! What's the big idea shovin' me, bub?!" Joker said, seemingly forgetting about the bomb that was still in the kids hand. Joker walked right up to Phantom, glaring down at the shorter male who just looked at him. "Think you're some kind of hero?!"

Phantom blinked, "I feel like answering that is a trap."

Joker grabbed Phantom by the front of his shirt, "A funny guy, huh? Think you can out joke the Joker?"

"Again. That feels like a trap. I'm not trying to do anything, Clowny. But I wasn't about to let you die."

Joker glared, "Why?"

Phantom slipped out of Joker's hands somehow, much to Joker's confusion. "Because that's not who I am. Criminal or not, I'm not going to let you die if I can protect you."

"Who says I need protection?"

Phantom held up the bomb again with a deadpan look. "Lucky guess." He said, then suddenly noticed something to his right. "Oh, gotta go. Later Clowny."

"IT'S JOKER!" Joker shouted after Phantom as he flew away. "Batman! Teach your baby bats some manners!"

"He's not mine, Joker." Batman said, marching over, grabbing Joker's wrists and cuffing them behind his back.

Not yet anyway. But with a mentality like that... maybe this pain in the ass could learn a thing or two from a Bat.

[nightlychaos19]

･ﾟ✴𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝐻𝒾𝓂 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹✴ﾟ･

ᴄʜɪꜰᴜʏᴜ ᴍᴀᴛꜱᴜɴᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

"The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please call later."

You angrily hung up and dialed his number once, because how dArE he ignore YOUR calls?! Especially when HE had been the one who had asked you to hang out.

"The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please call later." The automated voice said yet again, making you fight the urge to smash your phone.

"I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him.." You muttered to yourself, as you sipped on your drink, trying not to focus on the awkward stares the couples around you were giving.

You had been invited out to a pretty fancy and very popular couple-esque restaurant and your date was no where in sight.

Even if he magically popped out of nowhere, you weren't going to forgive him, not after making you wait for him for 45 minutes and for ignoring all your texts and calls. Oh no, you were going to make him suffer and beg for your forgiveness.

Those puppy dogs eyes weren't going to save him, not this time anyways. Especially not in the outfit you were wearing.

You were by far the hottest and best dressed in the whole damn place, and you weren't just tooting your own horn either. Men and women couldn't keep their eyes off of you when they first caught a glimpse. Even the waiters and waitresses couldn't keep away, they kept dropping by, either asking if you needed something or trying small talk.

Some were even salivating in jealousy of your date, well at first they were. Now? Now they were probably just pitying you and gossiping.

It was a shame your date was late too, today you were what you had deemed literal perfection.

Outfit? Irresistible.

Hair? Flawless.

Makeup? So on point.

Lips? Damn, who wouldn't want a kiss?

A soft groan left your lips as you wondered what went wrong. Everything had been going so flawlessly perfect up until the morning, and you had originally figured that he was frantically trying to get his lazy employees not to burn down his shop.

A soft giggle escaped your lips as you recalled the memory of a small fire that happened in the backroom of his shop. He scolded his employees for a solid week.

"May I take your order?" Another waiter asked, eyeing you up and down before winking at you.

A look of disdain graced your features and you shooed him away. Your fingers once more dialed his number frantically, hoping to god he was just running late.

"The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please call later."

Your eye twitched and you pursed your lips.

Oh he's fucked, you thought to yourself and stood up, only to garner everyone's attention. It made you want to melt right there on the spot. You flashed a nearby waiter a forced smile and apologized, even though it wasn't your damn fault.

You marched out of there with your head held, because fuck it, you weren't about to let a boy ruin the rest of your day.

If anything, you were about to ruin his.

Chifuyu Matsuno sighed, shaking his head at the vending machine. Now four items were stuck, and all he wanted was the stupid candy bar. Was this karma?

Karma for stalking Takemitchy?

A few days prior, he, Baji, and Kazutora saw their crybaby of a friend, Takemitchy out with someone, and that someone not being his lovely girlfriend Hina. So the three of them had decided to scrap their plans and follow Takemitchy to see whether their suspicions were right or not.

"Oh shit.." Chifuyu mumbled, holding down his skirt and long hair as a gust of wind appeared.

Baji had planned for the three of them to ''follow'' Takemitchy, dressed up as women so he ''wouldn't know'' they were following him around.

If anything good came out of it, they looked smoking hot. Emma had dressed them up real good.

"Oi Chifuyu! Hurry up or we're gonna leave your ass behind!" Baji called out and Chifuyu cursed. The machine still refused to give him, his items. Maybe it was karma.

Sure maybe what they were doing wasn't exactly great, and they doubted Takemitchy was even able of cheating on Hina but they just wanted to make sure.

"Just one more time..." Chifuyu murmured to himself against his better judgement and put more money in, just hoping that they'd all fall. He chose a bag of chips, and watched closely. "Yes!" That victory was short lived. "Wha—? OH COME ON!"

The chips had gotten stuck as well.

"What the fuck???" He just couldn't believe his luck, maybe it was karma. He just had to listen to Baji and Kazutora didn't he? Why couldn't his curiosity minded its own business for once!?

Having one last glance, Chifuyu spat at the machine and kicked it as he gave it a couple of choice words before turning to walk away.

Cha-ching!

Eyes widened at the sound, his feet quickly turned faster than lightning and ran to snatch up his goodies. Like hell was he gonna let anyone else get them. He had spent way too much money for only one item.

A sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips and he left to find the others. While munching on the chips, Chifuyu felt something scratching at the back of his mind, but he just couldn't remember what it was. In all of the hoopla, a couple of things had to be placed aside. Yet there was one thing gnawing at his mind, and he hoped it wasn't anything too important.

Turning the corner, he happily hummed a song and dismissed the thought. He had figured if it were important, it'd probably come crashing back to him too.

Oh and it did.

A very displeased and irritated voice sneered at him from behind. "So this is what you ditched me for!?"

The way Chifuyu snapped his head around when he realized his mistake left an everlasting memory for all those around. A look of horror graced his features as his eyes met yours. Jaw dropping at the sight of you.

You looked absolutely radiating, and fuck you looked super hot in your outfit.

Oh that important event? Oh yeah, his dumbass had asked out and he had been hoping to ask you out and make you two official.

Ok, this definitely was karma for sticking his nose where it didn't belong.

A weak wave was sent your way as well as a nervous smile. His knees buckled at the sight of you, and unfortunately it wasn't in the good way. He had truly messed up big time.

With that angry look, he knew he wasn't going to come out of this unscathed nor was he going to get you to be his, not with the stunt he had pulled today. "H-hey [Y/N]!"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms angrily. "Nuh-uh, you are not getting out of this." You gave him a once over, and couldn't help but wonder what the hell he was up to and why it held more importance than you.

Though you had to give him some credit, he did look rather cute dressed up in a skirt and makeup. His mascara and liner were perf. Oh and that wig, looked real as hell.

"Should I even ask?" You say, giving him an annoyed look.

He bit his nail as he stammered, his story all over the place and he knew damn well that you weren't gonna be happy once you pieced it all together.

Once he was finished, you took a few minutes to put everything together, and boy did it sound stupider every second that past. You just stared at him in disbelief as you finally understood. It led you to wonder if your circle of friends were systematically killing off your brain cells, because Takemitchy cheating on Hina was one of the stupidest things you had ever heard.

He was a simp for Hina. Her number one fan. Her ride or die. He could barely function properly without her.

And the three stooges had the audacity to think Takemitchy could cheat on Hina!?

You clapped mockingly at him, as you shook your head disappointment. "I swear the three of you share the same damn braincell. I cannot believe you stood me UP for this shit! I am so mad at you right now."

"I'm sorry!" Chifuyu cried, latching onto your arm, blubbering about god knows what and begging you to reconsider.

Him begging was quite the sight, but you weren't gonna give in so quickly. In fact, you enjoyed him squirming.

"I'll make it up to you! Promise!" Now that did sound promising, but you wanted more. You weren't even being selfish, he had ditched you for one of the dumbest things ever. He deserved to suffer for a while. "I'll even go shopping with you!"

You internally giggled, last time was a lot of fun for you, but Chifuyu looked like he was about to die from carrying all your bags. Instead of giving him the answer he wanted, you rolled your eyes. Shopping wasn't gonna fix the embarrassment he had let you rot in. "Shoo from me."

"But [Y/NNNNNNN]." He whined, giving you his famous puppy dog eyes, but even those wouldn't save him today.

"Oi Chifuyu!" Baji's voice boomed, and the two of you turned to see Baji and Kazutora strolling up your way, and yes, both were also dressed up as women. And yes, both were killing it too.

Your hand palmed your face as another sigh escaped your lips. "So which one of you had this idiotic idea? Bet it was you, wasn't it Kei?"

Baji flared his nostrils at you, boasting about how it was a fantastic idea, not stupid.

You gave him an exaggerated motion of shaking your hands at him, asking how any part of it was fantastic. Especially when the target was the sweet crybaby of the group. Takemitchy couldn't even look at other women without tearing up about how Hina was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

You cried into your hands, wondering how you had ended up as friends with them. Their sheer stupidity was astounding. "By the way, where did you see Takemitchy ''cheating'' anyways?" Like, when was he not with Hina? He was attached to the hip.

Kazutora was the first to answer, saying they had seen him with a strange woman a few days prior, outside the farmer's market.

That ladies and gentleman, almost made your blood vessel pop. A laugh of disbelief escaped your lips. "Takemitchy isn't out here cheating on Hina, you dolts! He was with me the other day! He needed help in getting the ingredients to make a cake for Hina!"

Takemitchy had asked you for the recipe for a cake Hina had liked, and he wanted fresh ingredients and he wanted to surprise her. Did he know what kind of idiot friends he had? Well, maybe he shared the same brain cell as them, hence why they were all friends.

The three stooges stared at you, giving you an 'o' face as the realization set in. You still couldn't believe these people used to be in a powerful gang, they were stupid as hell.

You gave them a nod. "Yeah, bet you feel shitty now, dont'cha? Poor Takemitchy is gonna cry for days, bless that soul of his." The man could cry waterfalls, he really was that sensitive.

Baji rolled his eyes as he stuttered a bit, probably realizing how stupid they had been. "S-stupidmitchy could've a-at least told us s-something.."

You snorted, Takemitchy had purposefully avoided telling the guys. Apparently last time they had eaten up half the things he had bought, and the other half were things he didn't even need! Hell, Mikey had even grabbed four packets of random cookies. The guys had grabbed whatever and shoved it into his bags.

Suffice to say, Takemitchy did not trust any of them not to mess it up for him.

"Let's go home then?" Kazutora proposed, and the other two nodded. You gave Chifuyu the stink eye.

You crossed your arms once more, unimpressed. "You're leaving me again? Especially with me dressed like this?" You made sure to show off a little, in hopes he'd choose you this time.

The first thing you noticed was his cheeks redden as his eyes darted between you and the guys, blubbering nonsense as he did so.

You sighed, clearly he wasn't going to choose you if he was having this hard of time doing so. "It's whatever, I'll just see you whenever." You wave bye and walk off. Sure you were disappointed, but you weren't about to let him know that.

Chifuyu shot his friends an apologetic look and ran after you. "H-hey wait up!" Once he was close enough, he gave you another apology and received another scolding from you, which he happily accepted.

Baji and Kazutora laughed and turned to leave as well. "I guess Chifuyu is just as whipped as Idoitmitchy."

Kazutora nodded.

Chifuyu shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he felt too many stares on him. He figured they were probably all staring with how he dressed, sure he looked great, but not up to par with you.

You looked like you had stepped right of a fashion magazine. A diamond in a sea of rocks.

He was also sure the waiters and waitresses were judging him, as you had been sitting alone for quite some time alone earlier in the day. He could just hear how they were scrutinizing him for standing you up. To be fair, he did deserve it but it'd be nice if they'd tone it down a bit.

"Is that all?" The waiter asked, ogling you. Chifuyu glared at the man before eyeing you. Seeing your smile melted his anxiety and anger. You truly were so beautiful.

He saw you tilt your head and give him a questioning look. "What's wrong? You look constipated."

His jaw dropped, and immediately shook his head. "I-it's not that! Geez [Y/N]!"

God your giggle gave him so much serotonin. "You squeamish because you don't think you look as good as the other ladies?"

Chifuyu gave you an annoyed look while rolling his eyes. "First off, no."

You dramatically flipped your hair, boasting about how jealous he must've felt in your presence, that you were utterly ravishing and he had to agree with that.

You did look ravishing indeed and he definitely had been a fool to forget your date. The fact that you did so much just for him made his heart swell. He also couldn't keep his eyes off of you, especially your lips.

You were wearing his favorite shade.

And if you wanted him to look better than all the other women, then he definitely had to complete the look.

"Chifuyu?" You called out to him, and he just smirked.

Leaning over, he smashed his lips against yours. Oh and he kissed you hard, leaving you speechless. You couldn't help but notice the softness of his lips and how they tasted a bit salty and by god you didn't want it to end.

Chifuyu pulled away with a mischievous look on his face as he sat down, mimicking your past actions and flipped his hair. His lips adorned with your lipstick, albeit a bit messy but still decent. "I think look better than the other women, don't you agree, [Y/N]?" He winked at you, making your heart do a million summersaults.

Your fingers make their way to your lips as your cheeks reddened. "C-Chifuyu.." A soft smile curling up on your lips as you almost had half a mind to make him do it again. "Again."

And he happily obliged.

🎉🎉🥳Happy Birthday Chifuyu!! We share the same birthday!!

I hope you guys enjoy!!

[ghostssweetgirl]

crazy over you ~ simon ghost riley x reader slow burn/enemies to lovers

description: y/n gets transferred to task force 141 and quickly becomes friends with soap and gaz, but her and ghost "hate" each other for the first part. warnings: mentions of violence and death (duh), alcohol intake, smoking (at some point), nsfw (at some point), subtle flirting with soap. i'm new to writing? so don't expect this to be the greatest. this is not in line with the game campaigns or missions. the only characters i included are y/n, soap, gaz, price, & ghost. i have no knowledge of the military this is just creativity disclaimer: i do not own modern warfare or any of its characters.

chapters: [introduction] next

You're transferring to the Task Force 141. Nervous and scared of rejection, you can't help but think that this was going to end up going bad. You've read the files of those who are already in the Task Force, and you're going to be the only female on the team. This just can't be good. But you're a damn good shot with a sniper, really good in stealth, so you'll be beneficial to the team, and you'll fit in ability-wise. But a lot of men in the military don't treat women that well, and as much as you expect it, you know you can handle yourself if need be.

On the 4-hour ride to the new base to meet with the supposed 'Soap', you found yourself dead-asleep until the jeep came to an abrupt stop, jolting your body awake. You gather your duffel bag and thank the men who drove you and exit the vehicle. You breathe out as your feet meet the ground, hoping they won't fail you. They honestly have no choice but to tolerate you since you're there on behalf of Captain Price but fuck if it wasn't gut-wrenching, you silently spoke in your mind.

Walking up to the building, you straighten up your posture and go to knock until the door opens. Ahead of you, you see a man taller than you with a dark brown, almost black mohawk, walking out with an open folder in his hand. "Uh, hi," he says with a thick Scottish accent. "You're y/n? Or Diamond?"

"Yes, sir," you nod and hold your hand out to shake his. "Soap?"

He shakes your hand with his, much bigger than yours, and affirms, "Aye. Head this way. I'll show you your room, then give you the grand tour." He leads you to the next building, the safe house.

"So, why Diamond if I may ask?" he noses.

"Eh, couldn't think of anything cool, so. And I didn't want anything too stupid," you silently laugh.

"It's not that stupid," Soap giggles. "I mean... Yeah, not stupid."

Stepping foot into the safe house, you met with all eyes on you, all unfamiliar faces except for Price's, and what was on the files. And the man in the skull mask, you read about Simon Riley who had no picture but didn't and wouldn't assume him to be him.

He points to the men in the room, introducing you shortly. "That's Kyle, or Gaz, Captain Price, Ghost, and you've already met me. Guys, this is y/n or Diamond. Welcome to the team. And everyone... for fuck's sake be nice to her."

You speak out shyly and say "hi" and everyone answers except for Ghost, he just stares and nods at you. Weird, you think to yourself.

Being shown to your room, Soap stays at the door. You set your bags down, figuring you'll have time to unpack later, even though you're so tired that you don't care to. "Um, hey Soap? Question."

"What's up?" he cocks his head.

"Not trying to be too nosey, but... I read the files before I came here, um, who's Simon Riley? I didn't get to meet him," you shrug your shoulders.

"Oh, well," his hand plays with his hair then whispers to you, "Look, you didn't hear this from me, but that's... that's Ghost. It would've been better off if you let him be the one to tell you his name, so please don't get me killed for telling you."

"Gotcha, won't say a word," you smile as you step a little closer, gesturing to walk outside. "Well, I'm just going to unpack later, so I guess we can get on with the tour."

"Right," he says, heel turning and walking to the door. Walking past the guys, he asks if anyone wants to accompany them on the tour. To both of your surprise, Ghost says he'll walk along.

You two have shared eye contact twice, and you find it nearly impossible to read him. You can't tell if he's mad or what.

Walking behind the two tall men as they give each other shit, Ghost peeks behind and sees if you're still following. He nods at you, then at Soap.

Soap then slows down to walk with you while Ghost keeps walking ahead. "Aye, lass, so, quick question. Would you be down to spar...train with us? Just to show us what you're about... We're not doubting ya, just want to know what Price kept going on about."

"Sure thing," you shrug, thinking you had nothing better to do. "So, fuck the tour or something?"

"Pretty much, yeah. You'll learn the rest of this shit as it comes to you, no worries. It's pretty much like any other base."

"Aye, Ghost, she's in!" he yells ahead of him, and Ghost nods, turning the path to the training area as you both follow suit.

He looks at you and warns, "I might go easy on ya, but Ghost definitely won't. He wants to make sure you're able to handle yourself and that you're right for the Task Force 141. Oh, forgot to ask. What're you good at? Your abilities?"

"Sniper. Damn good one. Never missed a shot. Stealthy. Hand-to-hand is pretty good," you answer. "Ghost is... much bigger than me, so I'll try my best. I know I could handle you in combat, though, Soap."

He laughs, "You don't even know me! I could whoop your arse, girl."

Ghost chuckles, "Cocky one, eh, Johnny?" You didn't think he could hear you guys.

You furrow your brows at Soap, "Johnny?"

His face straightens, "You don't get to call me that. Just Soap, darlin'."

It's silence as you all approach the building, filled with mats and equipment. You don't know if it's your stupid hormones, but thoughts cross your mind how you're now alone in a room with two very attractive men. Ghost was much bigger than Soap, but you couldn't deny the attractiveness of them both, but you shake your head of the feeling, you're new, of course at first you may have a tiny crush on the men.

At least an hour and a half go by during your training. You got your ass handed to you by Ghost, to no surprise that he didn't go any bit of easy on you, but you showed Soap up. Even Ghost laughed as you had Soap in a headlock and you were teasing him, reminding him of what he said earlier.

"Thought you could whoop my ass, Soap?" you whispered in his ear, choking him tighter with your legs locked around his until he was forced to tap out.

"Aye... I could've..." he defended himself, even after you blocked all of his blows.

You think you blocked one hit against Ghost, but holy fuck, you didn't have anything on this brute. You thought you had him good at one point, and even he praised your attempt, but it was to no avail - you failed.

You became distracted when he complimented you, 'smart, good girl' after you tricked him with one move against him, and then it went to shit. Fuck me, you thought, I could have done better. Goddamn that "good girl" shit, damn his accent. Yeah, you were blaming it on his accent. Damn, was he an asshole, though. The way he corrected your actions while you were sparring made you feel almost dumb.

It was already 1700, getting late and time for dinner, and boy, were you exhausted. Walking back, Ghost was walking by your side this time, causing your heartbeat to slam against your ribcage.

"She's good, Soap. Could be better," Ghost spoke about you to Soap as if you weren't there. "But she beat your arse."

"Yes, sir," you nod and try to butt in. "Yeah, it was fun beating his ass."

Soap shakes his head playfully, "I'll get you back, Diamond. I will!"

Everyone gets to enjoy their dinner, except Ghost, you didn't see him take one bite due to that damn mask, and you head back to your room afterward. Exploring, you open a door you thought to be a closet, but it was your bathroom. Relief floods down your spine as you were happy to have your own space. Your last safehouse only had one bathroom in your hall, it was a living hell.

You get the water nice and hot and get ready to take a shower, stripping out of your uniform. That is until you hear a faint knock on the door. Hurriedly, you wrap a towel around you and slightly crack the door, peeking into the open space. "Yes?"

It's Ghost. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Figured I'd let you know that tomorrow morning, 0600, we're going to the range," and he then pulls the door shut, not giving you time to respond.

Okay, you tell yourself, calm the fuck down.

You let the shower calm you down and call it a night. It did take a while for your heart to steady, but you told yourself this anxiousness of being around Ghost would sort itself out. You're just new here, you don't even know him, he's honestly a bit of a dick, too. Yeah, it'd be okay, you kept telling yourself.

After being in the shower until you ran almost all the hot water out, you dress in sleep attire and lay in bed, hoping to drift away soon. 2040 the clock read. You better get to sleep as 0530 comes early and you're going to need all the rest you can get. Not knowing if it's just going to be you and Ghost, or if Soap will be accompanying you, you decide to worry about that when the time comes and let yourself drift off to sleep.

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships more details about Mal lore.. *hands u another plate*

Mal ran away by pretending to take the trash out. When she instantly knew she was pregnant. So she packed her things into two garbage bags and just hoped for survival. She told her aunt she's taking the trash out, and the moment she walked out of that house she never looked back.

No one looked for her except for her mom who practically went brain dead and unalived herself. Her dad's side of the family never really saw Mal as someone important, she was only an obligation because James won the divorce somehow.

She found a warehouse that turned out to be a hideout.

She thought about her baby and how inconvenient it would be to raise it alone, let alone give birth to it. She didn't even want this child. She hated that her life went down this way.

She looked for her garbage bags for something until she found some coat hanger.

:)

About minutes later the "Boss" and his crew came in their hideout only to find her in blood everywhere. The "Boss" told his men to check if she was dead so they can throw her out.

She wasn't. She was alive but barely hanging. The boss knowing this, quickly went to her aid.

The next day she knew she woke up in a bed, someone next to her transferring her the blood that she lost. She figured he knew because they were spies with dangerous weapons, and they probably figured it out through some test when she was all blacked out

The Boss introduced himself, his name was Derek. He seemed really genuine when he introduced himself, especially to a teenage girl.

They were able to figure out who she was because they all had some form of technology. Yk the ones you see in movies. They were able to know everything about her.

She still explained why she was in the said hideout, and Derek simply nodded. He still couldn't leave because he seemed to be the only one who had the same blood type.

Mal had told him not to call her by her full name, though.

Derek then explained they were more than killers. They were also con artists, who.. fool people. This alarmed Mal, but Derek said mo one will do her any harm and that he will take care of her.

So to make it simple, Derek took her in and taught her how to fight, con people, and kill. They also had certain drugs that they sell, a stack of them.

Derek disguised all of his malicious intent on Mal by acting fatherly-like until some months later after her first drug-dealing went well, it all went downhill.

He started manipulating her, love-bombing her. Then he got her to do the frickle frackle at sixteen ... it never felt like SA to her, because god it felt good. But the morning after the first night, she felt uncomfortable with it, because she saw him as a father.. and it was wrong to be like this with a "father". She felt betrayed. But how couldn't he? He was a con artist. He was a great liar. A foolish teenager would never stand a chance.

But everytime she had a successful hit or con, she still kept coming back on those same sheets she swore she would never step into again.

Then after it she would get spoiled. Anything she asked, he would give. Just to keep her in a cycle that was killing her slowly.

Cause she thought this time was different.

She wanted to be trained into fighting people. Killing people prescisely. Derek and her men laughed at how ridiculous it was for girls to fight. But she has the determination of a shounen anime mc and forced derek himself to train her.

It was not an easy road. Most of the time she gets everything wrong to the point where he almost gave up. But Mal wanted to remind him that he once messed things up at first, and she was ready to give it another try. Good thing she was a fast learner.

So, she made her first hit at 17. She started killing people after people she conned. People who have done worse things than her. she wasn't a saint but they weren't any better.

She had a knife, with her old japanese name carved in it. That's what she uses to unalive people. Usually she wears gloves just in case. So she doesn't get tracked down. She knew how to hack into cameras, and her kills weren't even ordered. She just killed whoever she wanted to.

But, she only wanted to kill them if they had done something that made her want to kill them.

Mal had a disguise, a blonde, blue eyed woman by the name of "Venice." It was easier for her not to be known.

That was why Mal had been so hard to find. She had tricks up on her sleeves.

She cons people into their deaths, and one day "Venice" got unintentionally outsmarted by someone.

That someone was the brunette she knew all too well.

"Lilly?"

Just when she had thought she'd never see her face again. She was happy. She was.. so.. happy.. to see Lilly again. If only she could show the light in her eyes and how desperately she just wanted to wrap her arms around her best friend.

Lilly hugged Mal for the first time in years.

She almost never hugged back.

When Lilly asked her what she was doing now, she told Lilly most of the things except for the situationship with Derek..

Lilly then offered Mal to come live with her and Jace, which Mal refused. Lilly tried again, just to help her get back on her feet and be clean, but Mal lashed out on her. Pushed Lilly away and said she will bring nothing but pain and misery to her life. After all, why do you need a black cat when you have someone named Mallory?

Defeated, Lilly left and Mal had never felt so much worse about herself. When she performed the following night, she could barely get through her tears, but she survived.

She still had the friendship bracelet with the name "Lilly" in it.. the following night after everything that's ever happened.. she stared at the bracelet like it was some portal to a deep dive of memories.. back in the good old days.

She had to cope somehow. So she smoked, took a little hit of every drug she could get her hands on, and fucking finally to make it all worse, Derek.

And.. the blade. The damn blade. The blade her life depended on. It became her safe haven. That very blade made her as whole as Lilly made her feel. Every cut, every blood on her arm, the pain made itself known and she found herself to be truly where she thought she deserved.

Until it became an addiction. A very dangerous addiction.

She continued on, her now ordinary life.

Until one faithful night.. she found another target.

Another one whose head she would wear on her necklace. A boy her age.

The one who started a mass shooting at an elementary school.

His name was Johnathan.

He was a loner. Never had anyone stuck around him. So miss little bug here, gave him some piece of what he craved. Salvation. Passion. Love.

He adored her, but not quite the real her. He would always look at her with that light in his eyes that told her.. he wanted her near him.

Something.. a stare that was always something..

They did everything together. As Venice, she made sure she kept him well overwhelmed with emotions just to catch him off guard.

They danced together. Sang together. Everything this guy could ever hope for.

He told her everything. Everything he wanted in life, every little secret in him.

He told her, "all my life I've always felt something was missing. You know.. like I was a helpless little wanderer lost in the dark of the woods.. and somehow I found a light. I found my light.."

Mal- Venice, looked at him, a little amused.

"I don't know what happened to me, but that light I saw, was you."

Venice stopped in her tracks as she heard him. But.. this was all part of the game..

Her game..

She didn't care if it felt real. Lives were at stake.

She wanted to kill him, and this is part of the plan. She wants to soften him..

And this little monologue of his proved it fucking worked.

"You're like a firefly, Venice. Sometimes I wonder.. might I catch a firefly before it disappears in the break of dawn?"

Mal just laughed at that. "Sure, you can..

..although, I'm not Venice."

Johnathan looked at her, dead confused.

Mal repeated herself, saying all she had was a disguise. All of this was a lie.

"There was NEVER a Venice."

She pulled the blonde wig out, before stabbing him right in his chest.

"There is only Mal."

Johnathan never batted an eye.

"Mal.. this is the real you.."

Mal smirked at him, a not-so-good intent written all over her face.

"You are even more beautiful as Mal.."

Mal laughs at him in a mocking manner. "You say that on the verge of dying?"

Johnathan nods. "I.. love you.. Mal.."

Mal just pitied him, and was glad she finally got to avenge the children she promised she would give justice. "Well, I don't. I never did. How could I? Your hands bore the blood of children."

"I.. love.. you.."

Mal didn't know why Johnathan kept saying that, and she just pitied him a lot more. Poor guy, no one to actually love him. That's what horrible murderers with no morals get.

Her plan worked. It was a succe--

A police car siren. No- police car SIRENS surrounded them both, and Mal quickly pulled out the knife from him, and attempted to make an escape.

Police cars ran after her.

And apparenly her escape was pathetic, as she was running out of panic and she had no time to think.

She just took off and ran.

But then on accident, a car hit her bad. The last thing she saw were the headlights, and Mal, at the age of 20 years old, met her end.

Mal ands up in hell, but god was it worth it. One thing she didn't like, though.

Her legs.

They were

GLOWING

She looked into the mirror to see herself differently. Her eyes were.. yellow? She was pale- almost grey! She had fangs..

And.. what was that on her head?

A small antennae???

Mal was confused- what did she just turn into???

A..

A FIREFLY!

Great. She's a firefly in hell. And cons of being in hell despite the many fucking ones, she gets to see her victims another time.

She walks away to find a way to survive. Luckily for Mal, she knew how to steal. She assumed there were no rules in hell.

So this should be a lot of fun..

Though, as she walked away..

She never heard the News of her last victim being proved a framed innocent.

The end, I guess.

Also Johnathan can go suck it up I guess because Mal has Vox now 🥰

And Mal never even loved him lol so not an otp for me :p

[mamoonde]

modern au for cssr x wcz

where cssr is a touring pop indie artist and one night after a set where she performed brooklyn baby (lana del rey) in a bar/club, wcz the bartender serves her drink and asks, "is your boyfriend really cool?"

cssr blinks, gives him a (slow) once over, smiles.

"depends. are you?"

mama wei got soooooooo much game i just know it. she knew it, wielded it, killed (metaphorically) with it.

baba wei got game. didn't know it. didn't flaunt it. poured delicious cocktails w his sleeves rolled up his forearms and a genial smile and assumed everybody else got the same insane amount of tips every night.

cssr chatted wcz up, and wcz responded in kind without expectation. when a persistent guy wouldn't take the hint, less so the blunt 'no,' wcz deftly deals with him with a mere forbidding look and even (dangerous) tone.

cssr took him home that night.

wcz thought that was it. and was proven wrong.

cssr kept coming back, night after night, even when she didn't have to perform, reveling in doing the chasing for once.

wcz thought cssr who lived that kind of wild carefree lifestyle couldn't possibly 'settle' for a guy like him. and yet cssr is sooooooooooo gone for him.

some spurned loser: you know she's just playing with you, right? cssr will never be tied down, least of all by you

wcz: thank you for your concern, but i'm afraid you're not my type. and i would be a fool to even think about tying cangse down. she loves being a free spirit and i wouldn't change her for the world

cssr: marry me

🔞 later in wcz's apartment 🔞

wcz breaks off their kiss. "you could have any man... why me?"

"can't i just want you? don't you want me too?" cssr pouts playfully, tugging at his hair.

wcz gives in and kisses her again. "you can. i do. so much." he says between kisses.

and then they don't speak again until they're both undressed on wcz's bed, cssr straddling wcz with him deep inside her.

"those men only want to own me, control me--" cssr gasps. "make me a trophy to display at home. but you," she rolls her hips. "you're not like them. you wouldn't do that."

she revels in the way he looks at her, like he sees right through to her soul. not some work of art display or land to conquer; just her.

wcz lets her set the pace, then lifts her off him by the hips and just holds her there. "are you calling me weak?" he tugs her nipple with his teeth.

cssr squeaks then tugs at his head.

"nooo, you know what i mean!" she whines, kicking her feet when he keeps holding her still with just the tip of him inside her.

she retaliates by clenching her walls, rolling her hips and sucking at the sensitive spot behind his ear.

their little game continues until neither of them can keep any semblance of rhythm, devolving into a relentless chase to the end.

"you really won't tie me down, a-ze?" cssr pants against his lips.

"not unless you want me to." wcz says, still rubbing her clit, wet with their spend, until cssr shudders again.

~~ end of nsfw bit ~~~

they stay like that for a while, catching their breaths against sweaty skin. then cssr blows a raspberry into wcz's chest.

"should i be offended that you won't even try?" she says dryly.

"i will not do anything you don't want." wcz looks her in the eyes. cssr flushes with an eep! then looks down, tracing his clavicle.

"so if i say i want to keep traveling?"

wcz holds her wrist, pressing her palm to his heart. "then i will say, where to?"

"you'd come with me?"

"if you'd let me."

"what if i lose my voice?" cssr asks later as wcz washes her hair.

"then we'll take sign language classes and i'll work extra until you can find a new job."

"what if i get old and wrinkly and all my hair turns grey?" cssr asks while they're shopping for groceries.

"then people will finally believe me when i say i've been had by a cougar." wcz says while placing a jar of cssr's favorite peanut butter brand in the cart.

cssr squawks and smacks his arm with a bag of gummy bears.

"a-se, no one will believe your age with the way you act." wcz deadpans, then kisses her forehead. "if it bothers you, we can dye your hair to match mine, or mine to match yours."

"hmm, i do think you'd look cool with silver hair." cssr says, then challenges, "what if i want us to get pink hair?"

"then we'll both get pink hair dye."

.

.

.

"what if i'm no longer beautiful?" cssr asks as they settle in for bed. "will you still love me?"

"it's a good thing i don't love you for just your looks then," wcz says then kisses her pout away with a smile. "i will always love you no matter what you look like. my love is always beautiful."

cssr smiles and kisses him softly.

"good answer!" she chirps then turns on her back. "'cuz in four months, my belly will pop and my ankles will be swollen, and in eight months, i won't even be able to see them! but you still need to tell me i'm pretty, okay?"

"yes, yes, you're pretty," wcz mumbles half asleep... then blinks awake. "...wait. cangse?"

cssr hums. "good night, baby daddy."

then she conks out.

wcz blinks, and blinks again. he starts counting.

"what."

he counts again. fuck, they hadn't used any protection that first time, did they? neither did he use a condom that one time at the bar... or that other night... oh.

oh.

wcz doesn't sleep for a long time.

when morning comes, cssr wakes to wcz curled up against her waist, hand on her belly.

"silly changze, the baby's still just a pea!"

she smiles dopily. yep, this one's a keeper.

the end

eight months and twenty years later, wwx asks his parents about their love story to deflect from his own love woes, does the math, and realizes they conceived him the night they met:

[lostlotus-a]

Red Hands, or Blue? (Warning: Mentions of blood, Violence, Death)

(Listen while reading for better immersion)

I ran along the dark streets of Manhattan. The streetlights were all on and made my eyes hurt. My breath was white from all the coldness of winter. I never looked back. The sirens ringing behind me was getting smaller and smaller until I couldn't hear them at all.

It was complete silence. I went into a nearby alley and caught my breath. I didn't know where to go, I was all alone without anybody else. I had nowhere to go, nothing else to hold onto. It was cold and I had nothing warm in my grasp, hell, not even myself was warm. I was far, very far from being warm.

-

I was known as the only one who can always cross the line of brutality and never get caught. I was seemingly... a well-known criminal, known well by the dark corners of Manhattan. I actually had a good family but when my wife knew my 'real self' that I tried to hide from her so badly... She left me without a word. A few months had passed from her leaving, and I was now here, caught by Evan.

"Well, sorry for tying you up, but I think you... hurt one of my friends, and I had to do this for him."

There was a group that grasped the whole dark society. Respria. Their leader, Evan, 'hired' me to deal with his problems for a while, then he just let me go on and live my life. Then some time later, I had an argument with him.

"I already told you that you shouldn't mess with me, Henry. You know who I am, since you've worked with me for quite a long time. And I thought that was enough time for you to understand me. Or was I wrong?"

-

I got into a fight with one of the trusted men of Respria, at a small bar. To defend myself, it wasn't totally my fault since he was the one to spit at me and punch my face. And I'm not short-tempered but... I lost it when he kicked me and talked about my wife, that he actually killed her. I didn't think about holding back anything.

After some time of beating him up, when I calmed down, all the people at the bar were looking at me. And when I looked down there was something red, blood on my hands. And no, it wasn't a symbolism or anything. It really was literal blood of the man. I punched him until he bled. I lost myself so much. When I looked at the man's face, which was almost mangled at that time... The realisation struck me at the back. 'Oh, I did it again.' It didn't really feel bad though. It was rather... good. Nobody called the police and they all frose there in fear, looking at me as if I was some monster or beast.

-

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, I am."

"You messed with the wrong person. You should pay for that, right?"

"I am afraid that... I shouldn't be messed with too, just like you. You know who I am. Even you won't be able to stop me then, I assure you."

"Well yes I do, of course. You're The Red Hands of Manhattan... or whatever those assholes call you as. But tell me,"

The leader slowly walked towards me and firmly grabbed my neck with his gloved hands.

"Do you even regret it? What you've done to him?"

I couldn't answer him. When if I say the truth I will die or go through something terrible. Even if I lie I had a scarce chance of getting out alive. The leader let go of my neck then came closer to me and stared into my eyes.

"... No, just forget about what I've said. Anyways, I should tell you a secret since you've helped me for so long..."

He turned back and grabbed something that was on the wooden table. Probably was a knife, now I had no choice. Right behind me was a door.

"Actually, I got rid of her myself."

I was on the verge of losing it again. I could hear my teeth grit.

"She knew too much about us. She was a journalist, right? Poor Percy dug in too deep. Do you want to know about her last words? ... She said 'Please help me, Henry'."

That's when I lost it. I failed to protect my wife. It was because of me. Because I was a criminal. I didn't know she would get hurt. Maybe deep within I knew it but tried to hide that feeling. I felt so bad. I couldn't even protect my loved one when I am feared among this world. I was worthless. If I could, I would've died and saved her. But I couldn't.

But then, a realisation came into my head. It was Evan that killed her. He killed her. And I have enough strengh to make him suffer.

I broke out of the ropes and pushed him. I heard something crack when he hit the floor, powerlessly. I managed to make Evan drop his knife on the floor. I grabbed his knife and... made my way out. I got rid of every single Respria member I met eyes with. I destroyed them. There was red on my hands and even on my face, and my clothes. I just kept running after that.

-

Anyways, that was what happened at 1990. It was such a cold day, and I had to keep running from the police until I fainted. Then I woke up at a small town's house. The woman who saved me told me that I could live with her until I get better. When I saw her, tears fell from my eyes. Maybe it was because she looked so badly like Percy. The woman told me that everything's okay and hugged me.

I hoped she never knew about my past... and after that I became a deputy of this county, because I regretted how much of a terrible person I've been. I've been so bad to my wife, and I couldn't say anything to her now, since she's gone. I couldn't apologise, which is my deepest regret in my life. And I'm trying to pay for what I've done in my life by doing good things. I hope... I can repent myself. And I hope nothing about my past gets known by anyone in the county. My hands were red, but I covered them blue.

[partyanimal167]

The Informant PT 5- Miguel x F!Reader

Jumping right in~

Part One Prev Chap

CW: fem reader, mdni, author knows some Spanish, some action, non-descriptive violence, Afro-Caribbean reader in mind, cussing

The alarm bells were ringing. Miguel had a gut feeling that was telling him things needed to be done now.

The knocking on the door persisted, and Miguel knew that he couldn't ignore it any longer. He had gotten home late after patrolling a couple boroughs, and he just needed to stay in bed. He had the day off. The Peters were holding down the fort with anomalies decreasing for the time being. If Miguel didn't take this time to rest now, he'd regret it later.

But the banging continued.

So he grumbled as he climbed out of bed, put on a shirt with his eyes closed, and meandered over to the door--barely awake.

A splash of water was a rude awakening that did the trick.

Miguel immediately wiped his face and peered down to see the small older woman glaring up at him. Now he was confused.

"Miss Pat-,"

"Where's deh girl?" she huffed out. The plastic cup in her hand crushed easily and trembled. Her chest rose and dropped quickly; fumes were nearly visible from her head.

"What-,"

"Raul nah see her, and me know she was with you." her voice trembled a bit. "She hasn't been home in three days." lips quivered, and it was hard to tell if the older woman wanted to cry or kill.

Miguel immediately stiffened at the news. The two of you had been going back and forth texting, so there wasn't anything that had caught him off guard. However, the old woman wouldn't be here if it wasn't true.

"I don't know." Miguel almost didn't want to say it. The woman's face immediately fell, and tears ran down her face.

"She a smart gyal. She know too much, but she mean well." her head dropped. "God please bring her back to me."

...

Miguel immediately threw on his suit and searched for footage of any and ever place that could be Kingpin's hideouts. He had some he knew about, but he couldn't waste time. Who knew what was happening to you? He wanted to be quick, so involving the other Spiders would take too much time in his opinion.

He switched over to city surveillance near your job and caught a black SUV at the edge of a frame. He could barely make out the license plate, but its position near an alley was suspicious. He changed the cameras and watched as identical cars split off and went in varying directions. You had to be in one of them; he knew it.

Three locations all distant from one another. But all utilized either by Kingpin or Alcehmax in some way.

It took him a couple hours, and luck was not on his side. Each building was filled with odd boxes and machinery or hidden labs, but Miguel didn't care. He had Lyla send those locations to HQ and kept going until he was at the third place--an old warehouse yard. He webbed his way inside one and hung from the ceiling to find a bloody scene with an empty chair in the middle. His heart immediately sunk. There was no way that Kingpin would do that to you. His heart rate increased, and he was ready to tear the place to shreds when he noticed two men walking up the stairs with takeout bags.

"I don't understand why the boss is treating this broad so nicely. I say we rough her up and get her talking." one goon grumbled on. He was immediately added to Miguel's shit list.

They went up the final set. "She stubborn and smart. No need to do all that extra work."

"Yeah, but the boss isn't always so patient. Time is running out."

~~~

You sat stiff and pretty as the man across from you filled your glass with wine. There was a restaurant-quality meal laid out between with white tablecloth and candle to complete. Kingpin ate enthusiastically--easily going back and forth between bites of food and his drink.

"Please, eat. There's nothing wrong with the food." he gestured in front of you. "You saw me unpack the food. I didn't do anything to it."

You didn't move. "That doesn't mean your men didn't."

Kingpin tensed for a second. "Then they would be going against my orders."

Wouldn't be the first time. "Maybe they're getting inpatient."

"Well, let them. I know how to work with people. And while things can be...unsavory, it's not how I like to handle my business." He wiped his face with a linen napkin and sighed. "So, still have no idea how to get in contact with your friend?"

"Not a clue."

Kingpin grunted and stood up. The chair groaned as it scrapped against the floor. He made his way to his desk. "Dear, I know you have family wondering where you are. I wouldn't want people causing some racket." he took a seat before pulling out a cigar. "But then again, people go missing all the time--running away."

"My family knows I wouldn't do that." you argued through gritted teeth.

"Wouldn't take much convincing. I mean, you've been in the city all your life. Got you a degree, but you're over helping the old woman. Maybe you got fed up, ran off with a boyfriend and got a new job." the large man made a show shaking his hands. The sound rumbled through the room "Rid yourself of those responsibilities. Easy, no?"

You didn't say a word.

"But then again, those islanders can be stubborn. Tch, well it wouldn't take much to get your grandmother to come. She-,"

"Don't you dare!" you barked out while jumping to your feet. "You leave them out of this. Do whatever you want with me, but bring them here, and I'll make sure you regret it!"

The Kingpin stared at you for a moment before starting a fit of laughter. "Ooof, watch it girlie. For a moment, I would have taken that threat seriously." his face quickly tightened up, and the air grew tense. "And we wouldn't want to see how I handle those."

You gulped before returning to your seat. To be honest, you were still trying to find a way to run out of here. The warehouse you were in was too deep in the yard to get far before they realized you were gone. Kingpin spent the day working with you in his office, and if he wasn't there, there was definitely someone making sure you stayed put.

You were stuck, and your stubbornness was soon going to start more problems for you.

...

"Wake up. Come on hermosa, wake up. It's time to go."

The whispers made you gasp out of your sleep as your eyes snapped open, and you looked up to see Spider-Man towering over your sleeping form--the dim lighting casting a halo around his body.

You tensed as you sat up. "Shit! What are you doing here!?" you whisper-yelled.

Spider-Man tilted his head. "That is not normally how people react when being rescued." he took your hand for you to stand, but you pushed it away. "What is wrong with you?"

"You need to go! Kingpin is looking for you. If he comes-,"

"Don't worry. We can leave now. I took care of those guards outside. We can-,"

The room lights came on, and you both turned to see the boss man filling the doorframe with a smirk on his face. "Spider-Man, so glad you came by. Though I will say these aren't my normal business hours."

You two stared with large eyes. "Run!" you agreed in unison.

Spider-Man chucked a office chair at the villain then the ceiling before pulling you towards him and webbing you both through the broken glass.

"Hold on!"

He ran on the roof before launching off and webbing to the next building. You screamed as you guys dropped before reeling back up. You were certain you were nearly choking the man with your arms wrapped around his neck, but you couldn't be bothered.

The sound of a car screeching caught your attention. You lifted your head and saw the blacked out SUV following you guys. Fuck! The sunroof opened, and Kingpin stood through it with a gun pointed out. Double fuck! "Uh...we have trouble!"

Spider-Man turned back and cussed. "Lyla!"

"What?"

"Not you, Lyla!" you saw a flash of light before a hologram of a woman appeared on the hero's other shoulder.

The woman perked up when she saw you. "Oh you got her back! That's great! Hi, I'm Lyla." she waved.

"Yeah, fantastic! We need help!" the hologram turned around and gasped. "Oh wow, an angry Kingpin--not fun. I'll send your location. Jessica and Peter 24 should be close by." a stream of bullets passed by you two. "Ooof, we're gonna need an army."

"Lyla, this is serious!" Spider-Man yelled back. "We need to get out of here!"

"Okay, okay jeez." she paused for a moment as if thinking. "Turn left! You're almost out of the yard, just scale the building. The police are already on their way."

"Thank you."

There was a pause in bullets which was a relief until you looked up again and groaned. "Uh miss hologram lady, do you know what that thing he's holding is?"

Lyla turned. "That- appears to be some sort of military grenade weapon. It's used to deliver electric shocks to vast areas. Very dangerous and good for dealing with large units of soldiers."

"What!" Spider-Man called out. "Direct it to the watch!"

The sphere was thrown passed where you guys swung by. It landed on the ground before pulsing and seemingly making the ground bounce. Spider-Man groaned as he had grabbed a rusted crane just as the shock carried on.

"Spider-Man!" you gasped as you felt only a quick shock.

"I'm fine! We're almost there."

He swung out of the yard, and you could saw the high-rise quickly coming closer. Police cars rushed by to the entrance of the yard, and you saw Kingpin's vehicle swerve away.

You sighed in relief, before gasping when you felt skin under your hands before the feeling of fabric return. What the heck?

Soon, there was a strong pull, and you squeaked in the air before being caught in Spider-Man's arms. You two were on top of the building by the spherical mass damper. You jumped to your feet panting hard and trying to catch your breath. "Oh my god, that was crazy! What the hell is wrong with that man?" you rested your hands on your knees and inhaled deeply. "Well at least, he's not following us, right Spider-Man?" you looked back at the man and gasped seeing him sitting against the wall while groaning.

You rushed over and noted how both red and bright blue static popped and cracked sporadically on his body. He was definitely in pain. "Spider-Man! Hologram lady! What happened?"

The woman appeared from the shocked watched and groaned. "It's -Ly-a, he- suit- too much of- shock." she was glitching and fading in certain spots. "Help- soon. Suit- messed-"

You took note of the random patches of skin that appeared and reappeared. There were bruised and nearly burned marks. The hero groaned and rolled his head down.

You caught it and held his cheeks tenderly in your cheeks. You tried to stay calm. "Fuck, it's okay, Spider-Man! Help is coming! Or I can call the ambulance. But fuck, how are they going to get up here?" more static red flashes appeared as fabric came in and out of existence. "Don't worry. It'll be okay! We'll-," you paused your frantic rant when you felt skin beneath your palms instead of fabric.

You looked down and gasped. Brown-red eyes were half-lidded as they fought to stay open and looked at your own.

"Miguel!?"

~~~

Whew! We're saved! (Kinda)

But what else do we have to deal with now? We shall figure it out together! Thanks so much for reading~

Next Part

[countrymusiclover]

28 - Keys to the Kingdom

Part 29

Her Life Means Everything

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus

Pacing in front of the fireplace I held up the phone to my ear ranting to my sister Caroline. "Everything is fine, Care. I mean even though Elijah is being held captive by Marcel. And I think we saw a vision of our future twins...nevermind I guess everything isn't fine." Running my fingers through my hair I throw my head back feeling my fangs trying to come out since I haven't had blood yet today.

"Well it sounds bought as typical it does here. There's apparently this family of witches called the Gemini. They don't have their own magic so they have to siphon it from something else supernatural. And Alaric is dating one of them and she has a crazy pyscho twin brother." She responded through the phone clearly in a huff over everything that was happening. I knew we both just wished our lives could be normal for once.

Slumping down onto the couch I twirl pieces of my hair. "On a more normal note how's mom - oh!" I cut myself feeling two little kicks against my stomach.

"Mads, you okay?" My twin asked, concerned.

Even though she couldn't see me smiling I giggled as one baby kicked. "Yeah sis it's just they're kicking...baby 1.." Another kick followed shortly after where I rested my freehand there. "There's baby 2...Care I can't wait until they're born."

"Me too, Maddie. Oh my gosh we haven't even had a chance to throw you a baby shower yet!" She scoffed through the phone so disappointed in herself.

"It's alright, I don't need a baby shower... I have all that I need already " I replied turning her on video call so she could see I was serious.

"Every pregnant woman dreams of having one and I am going to make sure you have the best baby shower ever " Caroline exclaimed.

"Alright, fine you can plan it but please nothing too big " I said.

"Don't worry little sis, it won't be that granded " she replied with a tiny devilish smile which I noticed.

"Care, I mean it " I stated, staring at my sister knowing she was up to no good.

"Don't worry, It will be just a small gathering with just family and friends " she promised before I hung up the phone looking out the front door. Opening it I instantly grabbed my head feeling pain. Looking up I winced seeing a girl with brown hair holding her hand up meaning she was a witch.

She flickered her wrist snapping my neck before I could say anything. "Marcel told me about you and that baby." My head fell onto the curb until I woke up a few hours later laying in a circle full of vampires. Scanning the room I recognized Rebekah standing behind Marcel until she noticed me.

"I thought I said no harming her and the babies!" She scoffed bending down on a knee seeing that I'm not hurt right before someone vamped behind me.

She vamped back seeing it was Klaus. He helped me to my feet seeing the veins appearing underneath my eyes. "How about we get you some blood.." He looked around the room getting in a fighting stance beside me watching the vampires circle around us closer. "Vampires of New Orleans! Do recall that I am an Original. A hybrid. I cannot be killed. Eternity is an awfully long time. How long, do you think, Marcel will stay in power? What if one of you lot were to release me, knowing I will be eternally in your debt? Oh, I would pity those of you who dared to cross me. I can assure you, your ends would be spectacular. To borrow a trick from an old friend." He streches out a hand with a coin in it. "Whoever picks up... this coin... gets to live. Now which of you magnificent bastards wants to join me?"

Marcel looks around at his men who didn't make a move for the coin. "Anyone wants that coin, pledge allegiance to Klaus. Take it now. Go ahead. The choice is yours....Take him."

Two vampires moved forward where I grabbed one by the arm snapping their neck. Klaus breaks the other's leg then his neck raising his hands away from his sides smirking. "Even with my humanity on you won't hurt my twins." I said revealing my fangs with my hands into fists at my sides.

Some vampires behind is threw out chains wrapping them around his wrists but he throws them around for a few seconds. Three vampires raced directly for me but I twisted the arm of one throwing him against the wall. The second one I bite into his neck dropping him on the ground then the last one I choked them out until I could get a good hold and snap her neck. I felt a burning in my throat whipping my head around I gasped seeing that the vampires had overpowered him. They shoved Vervain and wolfbane in his mouth. He bends his head down then lifted it up revealing his hybrid eyes. "Running is the best option if I were you two." I suggested looking to Rebekah and Marcel.

Nik broke the chains wrapping them around a vampires throat killing two of them. Vamping forward towards the group I tilted my head motioning for the two boys to come at me. They do but I grabbed them by their shoulders slamming them back into each other where they landed flat on their backs. I winced sharply feeling a knife into my back by a blonde vampire. "Grah - Nik!" He whipped his head around ripping the heart out of the chest of the vampire that stabbed me. He draws the dagger out of my back slowly handing it to me.

A red head vampire tries to snap my neck but I shoved the blade into it. She dropped against my shirt staining it with blood. I shoved her off hearing Nik holler out covered in blood too ripping throats of some vampires. "Marcel! Come and finish this!"

She dropped the dagger in her hands vamping forward before he got himself killed. "No! Take the coin!"

"What?" He asked not understanding what she meant.

Rebekah gasped watching me sink my fangs into another girl who attempted to take the knife from me. "He won't stop until everyone is dead. And he will kill you too. End this. Pick up the coin!"

Nik and I nodded to each other vamping forward grabbing each of the vampires biting into their necks. Removing my fangs I sighed hearing Marcel holler out. "Enough!" Nik released the girl he had in a choke hold with blood still running down his chin like me.

"Well, well, well. The great Marcel, self-proclaimed king of New Orleans, bowing before me." Nik slowly walks forward intertwining his hand with mine while I wipe blood from my chin with my other hand feeling really tired now.

Marcel throws away the coin in our direction now on his knees in front of us. "There. I hereby pledge my allegiance to you. You have the keys to my kingdom. It's yours."

Nik glanced down to me smiling then back down to the vampire. "From here on out Maddie is your queen...and if you ever attempt to come after her again. I will kill you without hesitation." He wrapped his arms around my waist vamping me bridal style back to the compound.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[aromanticbuck]

#20, scream au please!

warnings: implied homophobia and transphobia (Mouse is non-binary and likes men and Thelma hates that), forced outing, gaslighting

20. "How long did you think you could hide that?"

Living alone wasn't exactly the worst thing he'd ever been through.

It was hard to top the literal bloodbath of the party he'd thrown a few years before. More than a dozen of his classmates, his friends had been killed, some even right in front of him. There wasn't a lot in the world that was worse than that, and he couldn't pretend otherwise. But living alone for one of the first times in his life still sucked.

At least, when he lived on school campuses, he had roommates. They were roommates who didn't want anything to do with him in case he brought more death to a new home, but at least he had company. He could have a constant presence to be aware of, something to distract himself from the sleepless nights. He could use one of the family cards to go out to lunch with Jay and Hailey on weekends. He could pretend his life was normal, like that party really was a distance memory.

But that was a lot harder when he was living alone and his parents didn't want much to do with him. They only cared when they could drag him into the public eye, dress him up like the perfect son and show him off for the cameras. Everyone behind the cameras knew what happened at that Halloween party, knew his part in what happened, blamed him for some level of the destruction. One brunch had just turned louder than the others, words and labels being thrown out when he didn't want them to be, where they could be heard by everyone at nearby tables. Showing him off as the perfect son only worked when that was what people thought he was. That couldn't exactly be the image presented to the public when he was going around sleeping with men and barely identifying as one himself.

The fact that he was out to his parents on both of those fronts was one thing, but having them practically yell it from the rooftops had made him freeze in his seat. In the middle of the Donovan Club, where everyone knew his face and his family name and his history, they suddenly knew all the things he didn't want publicly known, at least until he figured it all out for himself. Only a few people were supposed to know, and all of Chicago wasn't exactly on that list.

It had taken a few minutes for him to find his voice, to hiss across the table to make up for the fact that he couldn't get out of his chair. "Mom, can we wait and discuss this later? At the house, maybe?"

She'd tsked right back at him, shaking her head and sipping at her drink as if he wasn't turning a brighter shade of red, as if her loud comment hadn't drawn every pair of eyes in the room to their table. "Honestly, Gregory, first you want us to go on like it means nothing, and now you're acting like the sky is falling. It's none of anyone's business how you spend your time or who you spend it with, and if people are looking at you odd, isn't it their fault?"

"They're looking at us because you yelled about pronouns while everyone else is trying to eat in peace. And if I want people to know about any of it, it's up to me to tell them, not you."

"If you don't want people to know, you shouldn't dress like that, dear. I'm sure everyone knew as soon as you walked in with those pink flowers all over that shirt of yours. That is not the wardrobe of a man who enjoys the presence of a woman."

"Mom-"

"How long did you think you could hide that? You certainly aren't acting like it's a big secret. Do your little friends know? Hillary? And... the other one?"

"Jay and Hailey. And yes, they know. And you've known them for six years, so I know you know their names. At least pretend like you remember seeing their names next to mine in all those articles."

"You're causing far more of a fuss over this than I am, Gregory. If you don't want the attention, you should eat faster so we can leave and discuss this more privately."

[ hurt/comfort prompts ]

[pricescigar]

Cursed Ocean

(Pt.4)

It had been three months since Elvira had been kidnapped and taken on the Flying Dutchman, was it really that long? So long in fact that Naga reminded her that it's been three months since they found her, Elvira was shocked herself… Yet she wasn't surprised the more she thought about it. Those first couple of weeks were really hard on Elvira mentally. She had to get used to everyone, the Captain, the crew mates and the fact that no one would ever attempt to get her. It also didn't help she was still also trying to get over Ulrich's passing at that time, it was still recent then. She struggled to sleep most nights because of everything, when the times were hard Elvira isolated herself a couple of times because of it in order to cope.

 Since then she finally earned the respect of the other crew mates and Stitch as well. They no longer belittled her for every little thing she did anymore, she proved herself the moment they got betrayed by an old friend of theirs and she quickly took down the men before anything else had happened to them. Since then, she had been treated differently, she earned the respect back. 

Elvira actually felt welcomed for once, overtime she told a few things about herself to them. Still— Elvira Wolff was such a mystery to them, they only knew that she was a Captain. The goddaughter of Ulrich Wolff, the fact that her father abandoned her and that was it. They even apologised for insulting her in that manner, Elvira accepted their apology. It was all she wanted, an apology.

Elvira told them a story one night where she was held as Ransom at the ripe age of fifteen—Was she scared? No. Not really, what did she have to be scared of? Everyone in Germany knew her name, kidnapping her and holding her as ransom would be an awful idea, right? Well these bold mercenaries thought it was an amazing idea of course! She got stabbed in the stomach, since she refused to give information to them. At that point Ulrich found where Elvira was held captive, thanks to bystanders who watched the whole commotion and immediately found Ulrich.

Then of course you already know what Ulrich did to them, in a matter of time he came out of the building with Elvira and blood over his clothes. Ever since then, Ulrich became much more protective of Elvira. But… He could only do so much, and old age was starting to get to him until one day… He never woke up.

Elvira was fully convinced he died of a broken heart, Ulrich found love in the unlikeliest of places, and when he least expected it. Just when Ulruch was convinced his heart couldn't love, he couldn't help but fall for Fritzi. She brought out the good in him, the goodness in him only Elvira and his crew mates ever saw. She Wished deep down that some day, she too would find someone like Ulrich; A man who would do almost anything for their woman, love them unconditionally as well.

Upon recently Stitch and Elvira grew close as well, even the teammates had begun to realise that too. Ever since Elvira had mended Stitch's wound, something was beginning to change within him deep down. He couldn't explain it, whatever it was… He didn't like it, Stitch swore on his own life that he would never fall in love again. What Calypso had done to him. It was unforgivable— And he knew later down the line, that Elvira would do the same thing too. Abandon him. Stitch would never let such a thing happen again. Stitch knew she was doing her job, there was no doubt about that. But every subtle movement she made to try and get closer to him, he immediately turned her down without hesitation. After all he was doing this for his own good, to protect himself… As to not fall in love ever again.

Elvira had more jobs to do around the Ship, so she wasn't cooking all the time which she loved. It was good to have a change here and there, though she still hated seeing men being captured and taken onto the Flying Dutchman or killed…. Slowly she was still getting used to all of that. Even now, Elvira prefers to kill the Prisoners, so they don't have to face working on the Flying Dutchman. In that way… That was her form of mercy, she didn't want people to have the same kind of fate that she did. 

Sometimes that was still inevitable thanks to Stitch. He would either take more men on the ship, or let them all drop dead like flies.

What Elvira hated was that she completely fell in love with Stitch, she hated herself for that… Yet at the same time she couldn't help it, there was something about him. Maybe it had to do with her own determination to break the curse so he could stop being the Captain of the flying Dutchman, and also the fact she spent time with him. Despite him being a sailor of the Flying Dutchman, he had an interesting personality. 

Stitch himself was in a bit of a predicament… He got word that a search party was sent out to get Elvira back, to rescue her from the Flying Dutchman? He could almost laugh, he thinks they can get her back? We'll see about that. 

It was the early morning and Elvira got up at her usual time, getting herself chanted into a new pair of clothes. It was the same old day like any other. She headed down to the Kitchen and began to prepare breakfast for everyone, so it would all be ready when they've fully awakened from their slumber. She was cutting the vegetables, humming to a song softly. A cannonball suddenly struck the ship which startled Elvira, causing her to cut her finger a little. Blood began to pour down her finger. That kind of ruckus  woke up everyone else who was trying to sleep.

"Scheisse…" Elvira cursed before pulling her knife away, hearing the commotion from up top she went back up to the ship.

"Adler's men have returned for another battle Captain!" Knight yelled to Stitch who came out of his Cabin, he got his telescope out. He zoomed in and saw Adler's ship in the distance, his ship was slowly approaching over to the Flying Dutchman… Adler sure had guts, this was the second time he was going to do this.

"We'll deal with them ourselves, leave no one alive." Stitch ordered his men and saw Elvira out on the ship before grabbing her arm. "You're going to stay in my Cabin, they're here to get you." He said.

"I want to help you fight." Elvira wasn't going to follow his orders, the least she could do was help but Stitch didn't listen to her and he took her into his Cabin without saying anything to her. She got annoyed that ignored her. "Come on, this isn't fair you can't fight them without support as well. I'm just a cook to everyone on this ship." Elvira negotiated with Stitch.

"Not to the others who are trying to get you back. Now you're going to stay here, if they come in here defend yourself." Stitch placed a pistol in her hands before walking out and closing the door behind her.

Adler's ship drew closer to the Flying Dutchman, and they successfully fought off the Kraken. Much to Stitch's surprise, but that was only a minor problem. He knew this was only just the beginning, hooks got thrown to the ship pulling them closer and closer to the enemy ship. Not long before Adler's men used the ropes and swung to get on the flying Dutchman and attack Stitch's men with no hesitation.

A diversion was then created, and a group of Adler's men began to attack the crew mates on the ship. While the latter managed to creep away from the fighting, in order to go and find Elvira. That was the plan Adler made with his crew mates, he wanted Stitch distracted as much as possible in order to get Elvira back.

Elvira hated this— It made her anxious, a little too anxious for her liking even. Hearing their swords clanging against each other, the sound of pistols non stop. Men screaming in pain, it was slowly beginning to become all too much, she began to pace around the Cabin. Before hearing the door fumbling a little… Someone was picking the lock, Elvira had her gun at the ready seeing the lock slowly turn. She kept her eyes firmly at the dark wooden door.

As the door opened Elvira then pulled the trigger and the pistol was lucky enough to strike on the door. The man who opened it moved away just in time, just as Elvira tried to get more gunpowder in it Adler's men had tackled her down on the ground.

"Hey what the hell?!" Elvira yelled, but the man coveted her mouth. She got pulled up and thrown over his shoulder, quickly walking out of the Cabin. 

"We're working for Adler! We're getting out of here, don't want to waste anymore time!" The man said he had Elvira over his shoulder, the man used the rope holding onto Elvira and he sung over back to Adler's ship with no additional problems. By that time Stitch was far too busy fighting someone on the other side of the ship, they got what they came for. Elvira.

Amidst all the fighting, Elvira had got taken away by Adler's sailors while Stitch was busy killing Adler's men. It was the only chance they had in order to get her back, and Adler took that chance with no hesitation. The fighting finally stopped when all the dead bodies of Adler's men were laying on the floor, Stitch looked around ro make sure all of his men were okay which they were. It was a relief for him, but something felt wrong… He counted all of his men's heads, they were missing someone.

"We're missing someone, Elvira… Where is she?!" Stitch felt the anger boiling up inside of him. 

"Adler took her! We… We tried to go and get her back! But it was far too late, they took her up on their ship…" The sailor spoke nervously.

"Tail that ship. We're going back." Stitch ordered and they set sail to follow the ship that was sailing away in the distance where they held Elvira captive. "I know where they're going…" He muttered.

Meanwhile. . . 

Elvira was on Adler's ship and got taken in Adler's Cabin and was waiting eagerly, he hoped they managed to get her. Hearing the door open, he turned to see Elvira and he was relieved.

"Kid…" Adler spoke softly, he gestured to the men to leave the room and so they did. The door closed and there was a moment of silence. "Did he… Did he hurt you?" He asked her.

Elvira shook her head. "Nein he didn't hurt me don't worry, I didn't do anything. All they did was insult me and that's it." She looked at Adler.

"Three whole months… I thought that he would kill you in the end." Adler lit his cigar and he exhaled the smoke. "No matter, we're going to the island where his heart is located to kill him."

"What? Are you crazy? We need the key. And I couldn't get the key because every time it was either on a necklace, or right next to him…" Elvira tried to explain to Adler.

"That's the thing, I know he's going to chase us. Let him chase us to the island, he put his heart there on that island for a reason." Adler explained. "Get some rest, it's going to be a long journey, in no time… You'll be back in Germany." He reassured her.

[lunarspiral1127]

So, I missed She-Hulk episode 6, so I'm just gonna say my thoughts about the episode. *SPOILERS*

Filler. That's what this episode feel like, and not the good kind.

Even though Jen got new clothes from that designer that's supposed to fit both forms, they still look a bit baggy on her.

Nearly everyone in the wedding is unlikeable. Like, they make her not be She-Hulk, they give more of a damn about her love life, they make her clean cause the bride's a total bridezilla who made the crew quit, and even make her iron all the guys' shirts cause they were playing on the Switch! She should've just left! The only exception is the cute dog (who I'm really concerned for his health cause the bride said that he was resuscitated before the wedding), Chet who's DJing the wedding, and Josh who likes not just She-Hulk but also Jen.

By the way, where the hell is the groom? Throughout the whole episode, we never see the groom at all. Why?!

Speaking of Josh, I don't trust him at all. This show has most of the men be jerks, sexists, idiots, or all of the above. I bet the show will make Josh unlikeable later on and have him be any of those categories or evil.

She-Hulk vs. Titania (oh yeah, she's in it too to get back at Jen). Honestly, it was a bit longer than their previous fight, but it was meh to me. Probably cause of the slomo being used that one time and the CGI. What I don't get though is that Titania gets punched in the face and doesn't get her teeth knocked out, yet she slips on some ice cubes, faceplants hard on the floor and THAT messes up her teeth. Hell, before that, Jen in her normal form gets punched in the face by Titania and her nose didn't break. There's no bruising or any damage on the face from that punch!

I don't like Titania. I don't like that she was turned into a Kardashian "celebrity" in the MCU.

Mr. Immortal jumping out the window to get away from Nikki and Malory is the most relatable thing and the best part in that entire episode.

Oh yeah, MR. IMMORTAL IS IN THE MCU....and he's butchered in it too. In the comics, he lost his parents, lived with an abusive foster father, his first love committed suicide, and he tried to end it all cause he couldn't take it anymore only to discover he couldn't die after many attempts. He was the founder of the Great Lakes Avengers and is meant to be the sole survivor of the universe and learn the "grand secret" that will reveal itself at the end of all things.  Also, Mr. Immortal would be the "appointed prince" by One Below All if Franklin Richards died. That's a big deal. So, what's his MCU counterpart? A guy who fakes his death to escape being with his wives and one husband because he can't confront them and be honest that he wants a divorce.....well, at least he's bi.

Seriously though, why would they make Mr. Immortal be like this?! It doesn't make sense when you read up on Craig Hollis and who he is. This guy lost his first love by suicide and tried to take his own life to join the ones he's lost! He wouldn't do what the MCU version would do!

It's also never explained how he and Titania got their abilities. I hope they're not gonna make them mutants like with Kamala. But, Craig has been around for decades, and SHIELD or anyone hasn't caught on that there's a guy who can't die? He killed himself multiple times to get away from his wives and husband and there hasn't been any footage or anything to show him coming back? It would've been better if the show introduced Craig as someone who recently discovered his powers.

Intelligencia is introduced in this episode. In the comics, it was a group comprised of some of the greatest and most sinister minds on Earth and they initially exchanged information between criminal geniuses. Members included Modok, Klaw, and Leader (who's gonna be in Captain America 4). Here, in the MCU, it's Reddit basically. And, someone going as Hulkking is the one who's after She-Hulk's blood. Some say it's Leader, but we won't know until later on.

As much as I like Malory and Nikki getting along, I just didn't care for this case compared to the previous ones. Just by how they acted towards their client and how Craig was ruined in the MCU by making him be another male character be a total jerk and a bad guy.

I think that's all I got from that episode. And in case you couldn't tell? Yes, I didn't like it.

[sims-half-crazy]

A week later, Gilbert and Effie called Eugene down to the living room. Eugene had been sick with worry for Gilbert these last weeks. He'd read to him as he recovered, and had loved when Gilbert placed his hand upon his as a way of saying thanks. Eugene worried about Effie as well. She was being strong for all of them. Estella retreated to her toys and Eugene tried to comfort her, but he didn't know what to do. These were the thoughts that hung in Eugene's mind as he sat down next to Gilbert.

"Eugene, there is something that you should've been told long ago and now with my health issues we can no longer keep it from you." Eugene faced Gilbert and saw how he wrestled with whatever emotions tormented him. Wanting to fill the silence, Gilbert continued, "Eugene, er, we're, ah, you are not Effie's brother. You are our son."

"No." Eugene's succinct answer broached no more conversation, but Gilbert was undeterred.

"You are. Effie, your mother, was pregnant with you when I left for University. I knew she was pregnant when I left - "

Standing up and flailing his arms about, Eugene interrupted him, "You abandoned her?! How could you? You -"

"I DID NOT ABANDON HER! I proposed to her. I loved her and love her still. My father kept me from her. My father sent me away. Your mother's family protected her, you, and me from ruin and still allowed all of us to be together as a family! We may not have made the right decisions, but we made the decisions we made so that we would all still be together," Gilbert argued. His face was flushed, but he couldn't find the strength to stand. Effie stood up with such fervor though that the rocking chair she'd been sitting hit the wall and bumped the Wardian case behind her.

"That is enough," she hissed through taut lips. Shaking with anger at the whole situation, if not a little bit at the two dense men before her. "Gilbert, calm yourself. I did not almost kill myself these last few weeks to see it undone by an angry conversation. Eugene, sit. Now," pointing at the chair she'd just vacated. Eugene sat with an exaggerated grace to irk them. "You are my son. I bore you with my mother by my side and my sister judging me from here to kingdom come. Yes, we had you before we were married, but we were in love. Still are and still will be until one of us is called home. Society is not kind to people who don't follow the rules and we did not want our follies to affect you. We wanted better for you. We have provided better for you. I'm sorry that we lied to you, but it was the only way we could see that we could all be together. I could not have imagined leaving you in Wythe and coming here. You're my son. You're my blood and I was not going to leave you. I know you're hurting and I'm sorry for that as well, but I will not be held to task by a boy who has had a better life than either of his parents because of the sacrifices those parents made for him. We love you. Always have and always will."

"I feel like I've been tricked. How can I believe anything you say," Eugene cried. Gilbert shakily stood up and grasped his son by the shoulders. He pulled him close, but Eugene resisted.

"You've been our son this whole time. Every decision we made was for you. So you could have the best life we could afford you, but we were also selfish. We didn't want someone else to raise you, to experience all those moments with someone else. We needed you near us because you were the first best thing we ever did. You are part of us. How could we not want you with us? We love you son, but we also understand if you're angry. This is a shock and an adjustment. Just know that we were acting out of love." Effie had come up behind him and as he left Gilbert's embrace, he turned towards her. Looking at her with eyes that mirrored her own. Freckles that matched his own, and the loving gaze that she'd always bestowed on him. Not the gaze of a sister to a brother, he knew that gaze. He looked at Estella that way. This was the gaze of a mother who held her children's hearts in her eyes and in her actions. Who acted selflessly to protect her family at any cost, even if it meant doing the unthinkable to keep them with her. She opened her arms to him and he rushed into her embrace.

"Mother," He sobbed into her shoulder. She stroked the back of his head and shushed him. He was almost as tall as she, but her presence was that of a mighty oak. "I'm still angry, but I do love you both. I don't like being tricked, but I have long pretended that I was your son or at least had someone to call mother and father on a regular basis. I know you didn't mean to make me feel like I didn't quite fit but it happened. I'm happy that I do have a place to fit right now, but I don't know that I want to fit just yet." Effie tightened her hold on him, and Gilbert came up behind to rub is back.

"We're here for you always. However long it takes you to work through all of this, just know that we love you and we'll always be here."

[theinheriteddutchess]

I used to watch "Dark Angel" religiously, but I was just a little shit, so I don't remember Jensen at all. 😂 I got tired of SPN after a while, but The Boys refueled my interest in Jensen 'cause he was really good. I'd like to see Misha in more projects too, I feel like Jensen and Misha have more potential than Jared (sorry Jay). But you know, there's nothing wrong with doing cons, JJM seem to enjoy it a lot. Chris though... I feel like he'd hate it, even tho I still think it's in his future.

You don't remember Jensen Ackles, who single handedly stole almost all the attention away from Michael Weatherly and was the cause for some of the drama behind the scenes because of his popularity?

This Jensen?:

Who had one episode as Ben, the x5 who went on a murder spree and Max had to kill so he wouldn't be taken back to Manticore and put with the "nomlies"? Who after that one episode convinced the makers to bring him back in a bigger role because they liked his work? Who was an instant hit with the viewers?

Or Alec who was supposed to be the bad guy but turned out to be fun and charming and who made Max look like a sour puss and Logan boring? Who has great expressions and deliveries of his lines?

You forgot about him?? 😲

I tried watching supernatural after dark angel, but i couldn't get into it, so forgot and then something got me on a jensen bender and i gave it another try and i got really into it. Until s5. Then i stopped buying the seasons dvds,and life interrupted, and then suddenly there were lots of other seasons that had passed me which they did suddenly send out (my country is really good with not showing anything, or behind your back years later continuing on a different channel at different times) ... and so i have watched some episodes of some later seasons, but missed a lot too.

Haven't watched the boys yet. I am on poor men's tv, and don't know how to be able to watch it without spending a lot more money and a lot more effort to find ways to see it. But i do want to watch it because Jensen is looking so so good...😳

And yeah i think those two might be easier to get a variety of roles and have proven to play different characters well.

Although look at the acting Jared shows in a Christmas Cottage, where his cry scene is top notch... I'm so sorry jared, it's just what i remember all these years later, is that it was a lot.

At least he's looking cozy and they styled his hair. It's almost unnerving.

Oh look i found some gifs to give you the idea if you haven't seen it:

I mean i want to add all of them, but you should really see for yourself. It's a lot! A lot.

And look at how different Jensen cries. I think we all wish we could look like this crying. We probably look more like Jared...

Shall i see how misha cries? Or is this post already too long? Ah who cares?

This is overused...

This one's weird

This is a picture of Toby Maguire crying, which has nothing to do with this whole subject but jeez it's ugly.

I was going to try to put Jeffrey in here, but tumblr said enough! Which might be wise but annoying.

As for your last sentence, there's a lot of Chris's. Chris Evans, Chris(tian) Kane, Chris Martin whose music i don't listen to, or know anything about and i don't think he does cons. What would he even talk about.

I hope it's not Chris Martin because I don't want to look him up and find anything out. Not that i hate him, i just never think of him. He just came up as one of the chris's in a search. He looks like a lot of British singers had a lovebaby together.

If it's chris evans, i feel he'll like the first one, does okay with the second, grows tired and bored an annoyed and anxious by the time the third one comes around. Honestly the crowds, inappropriate questions and the constant noise would wear me out very quickly too, so i can't blame him. They seem fun but once in a while.

Thanks for sending the ask, it probably wasn't what your were looking for👍

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I know my promises feel empty but I PROMISE this story has a happy ending it’s gonna be so much worse first tho -Danny

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viii: Zero’s Last Mission

"It's simple," the guy, who introduced himself as Kazi, told her, "you stand there..." he pointed at the rooftop, "make sure no one comes after us."

Cat examined the earpiece he'd handed her and put it in her ear. "You're forgetting something."

Kazi gave her a thick envelope with money. "No mistakes or we'll take it back."

"You got it," she winked at him. "See you later. Hopefully not."

Cat sat on the ledge humming a song, she watched the men go inside the building, get the stuff, and go back to their truck. Far away from where she was, she caught a glimpse of Spider-man swinging across the city, she vaguely remembered patrolling with him for a few nights after moving into the Avengers tower.

It was funny, her time with Spider-man felt like a fever dream or a thing that'd happened a long, long time ago, but she'd worked with him last December, she remembered bits and pieces, she even had this crazy memory of him having two other heroes dress like him helping them out. He'd been a good friend at some point, she knew that much, but their paths had drifted apart.

He was a local hero, and there she was, a widely known agent but far from heroic. It should be noted that she was aware that the people she was helping weren't good. They had guns, and she hadn't seen the stuff they were transporting, but the less she knew the better, and at least it wasn't other people.

Cat wanted the night to be over, this was a low blow from Valentina, and possibly Yelena. They wanted her to know what kind of people had been paying for her services all those months so she couldn't feel free of guilt.

Cat tensed with an abrupt sensation of familiarity and talked to the others. "Someone's approaching, hurry up."

"Distract them."

"I'm afraid distracting won't do," she felt like her head was spinning. "This guy is pretty good at tracking down."

"Who is it?"

"Daredevil," she said, and her heart squeezed at the name. "You must be real shitty if he's here for you..."

Kazi urged his men into the truck. Daredevil was half a street away, he threw his baton keeping the back curtain of the truck open, and she had no choice but to act. Cat teleported and unstuck the weapon, then closed the curtain slamming it down.

She grabbed one of the guys on the truck and teleported him out, throwing him at the vigilante, she saw another guy run back to the truck's front and threw Daredevil's baton at his head, closing the door and muttering "Too slow".

"That was our driver!"

"Shut up," she hissed.

Cat turned on the ignition, she'd never driven anything that big except one of Tony's jets one time when she was helping out Spider-man.

"Turn right!"

Cat wrung the steering wheel, the vehicle tilted and one part of it bent a street light, but she didn't stop. "God, I hope I didn't kill anybody..."

"Have you done this before?"

"I can drive," she said grumpily.

"Not what I asked," Kazi yelped.

"You paid me to get your stuff out of the island and that's what I'm doing!"

"We lost two men!"

"What you need to worry about is them giving Daredevil the name of your boss, cause I bet he's after one man only and that's the rich guy that decided to get involved in organized crime—"

"LEFT! TURN LEFT!"

Cat drove like crazy until they reached the meeting spot. She teleported to the back, opening the curtain and urging Kazi and the other two guys to come and help her. She wasn't sure of how fast Matthew could be, but they had to leave soon.

"Mouse, any sightings of Daredevil?"

"Not yet."

"Tell me if you see him."

"Sure."

"That thing's like Iron Man's A.I?" One of the men pointed at her ear. "Where d'ya get it?"

"I made it."

The guy laughed. "Yeah sure, a government's bitch like you don't have the resources to do something like that."

Her eyes reflected the dim lights when she glared at him, he stumbled back. "An ass-for-brains like you would know that, right?"

"Hurry up!" Kazi intervened. "The ferry leaves in ten minutes!"

One of the guys took the truck away while Kazi and the man remaining climbed into the ferry to guard the cargo, stepping back to let her get in.

"Daredevil's entered the premises."

Cat backtracked. "Whatever you do, don't try to help. Leave him to me."

"But—"

"I don't wanna hear from you again."

Kazi didn't seem troubled by her orders. "Okay."

Copycat shifted into the guy that'd driven the truck away and waited. Daredevil showed up from the side, she drew out her gun and shot, the bullet scratched his helmet. Matthew jumped back, she tried to be as incompetent as possible without being too obvious.

Matt used his batons, and she did her best to keep him busy. He hit her in the face and the weapon made a loud metallic noise when it came into contact with her mask. ¡She was still wearing her mask! The woman kicked Daredevil and pressed the button on her earpiece, the sound of the nanotech folding on itself caught Matt's attention, and he tilted his head, lowering the weapons.

"Wha—"

Cat used her gun again, shooting at his feet several times to force him away from the dock, she just had to keep this up for another two or three minutes, enough so he couldn't get to the ferry. If she failed to get this done, they would give her more missions until they considered she could be released from her duties in a satisfactory way.

Matthew tried to disarm Copycat and made her drop the weapon twisting her wrist. With a loud, deep growl, she pulled out a pocket knife and got closer, aiming at Matthew's throat but moving slower than him so he could block the attack.

Daredevil used his arm to shield his face, then wrapped his hand around her throat, he wasn't holding back, and she was suffocating. Cat couldn't get away by teleporting or he'd know it was her, she searched the guy's mind to see if he knew self-defense but he was completely useless without a gun. She would have to cheat a little.

One of her hands —hairy ones that looked nothing like her real ones— reached out to take off Matt's helmet and the vigilante acted exactly as she'd expected, he threw her to the ground, then reached for her arm and twisted it on a weird angle.

Cat took a deep breath, and she pushed back to stand on both feet, using the top of her head to hit his chin and forcing him to let go. As she did, her shoulder popped out of place and she screamed.

The mutant looked at the ferry, already far from reach, and saw an opportunity to escape. She didn't wait to check if Matthew was okay, she hadn't heard any bones splintering except her own. The young woman could hear him chasing after her, but as soon as she reached a corner, she teleported back to her apartment.

Cat stumbled into the room with her arm tightly held against her. She startled Felix, who hissed at her and ran out of the room.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She walked into the bathroom. "Fucking Matthew and his fucking need to get involved in fucking everything!" Cat looked at herself in the mirror, still in the body of a thirty-year-old man, and scowled at the sight.

"Mouse, a little help?"

"Grab your wrist and lift the arm in a straight line, pull forward as hard as you can, it should pop back in."

Cat needed to be brave for this one. "God really has a sense of humor, huh? Can't believe my own boyfriend did this—"

"You can pull now."

She pulled roughly, heard the bone popping back in place, and cried out a few more curses in the process. She shifted back to her normal self and pushed the brown curls away from her eyes. "D'you think Matthew knew it was me?"

"You were not wearing the suit, and you were also a man. Would be hard to recognize you."

"Not for a guy like him," she huffed, still rubbing her shoulder. "I gotta fix myself up before he comes..."

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