#STOP DODGING MY ATTACKS YOU MOTHERFUCKER
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#twisted wonderland#riddle rosehearts#trey clover#ace trappola#yuuka hirasaka#comic#i have 200 sticks and all of them are for beating the shit out of lilia for his STUPID EVASION SPELLS#STOP DODGING MY ATTACKS YOU MOTHERFUCKER
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Listen, I know it’s not my usual thing, but I just re-read Dark Matter by mysterycyclone (iconic, so good, incredible, I’ve reread this at least ten times) and this newer work, Help Me, I Don’t Feel Like Myself Anymore by Astra_Nova_Kat (it’s off to a really good and fleshed out, very long start- it’s like 20k for the first chapter omg).
I just. Love?? Them??? They’re both, urg, so good. The writing style, the way the story moves, the natural progression of plot and their usage of tropes are so well done that rarely does it feel awkward. Amazing. Anyways, they inspired me to put my two cents into the proverbial offering hat and while this might not ever be a realized fanfic, here it is? This will have multiple parts.
Uh, I’m basing Peter’s personality off of the really tired millennial energy Tobey Maguire gives, the awkward but well meaning disaster vibes of Andrew Garfield, and the sassy acrobatic chaos gremlin of Tom Holland. All kind of mushed together with the hyper competence and maturity of both the PS4 spidey and pretty much most spider people. He’s 22, or something but that doesn’t really matter?? Background doesn’t really matter because I’m basically making my own spider-verse. Spider… past? Eh. New Peter!
Spider in Gotham AU- Pt.1
[Pt.2]
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Spider-Man swung through the skyscrapers of his city, enjoying the winds and sounds of New York as he kept a sharp eye out for crime.
He remembered doing this without any of the fancy tech his suit had now, when he was dressed in less protective clothing. God, 100% cotton while crime fighting? The spandex was better but god ugly.
His spider-sense blared. Spider-man quickly shot a web to the top of the building, going towards the danger instead of away from it.
He goes in feet first, years of knocking common thugs to legitimate gods to the ground making short work of the people on the roof top. He flips out of the way, dodging a blast of crackling green energy.
“Heyyyy, common robbers! What’s up with shiny lasers, huh? Breaking and entering not doing enough for ya?”
Spider-Man dodges a couple more shots, flipping again to knee a guy in the face, gently. The man goes down in one shot.
“Stay still, you motherfucker!”
“Does that actually work for you guys?? Like I’m down to get killed but, man, I’m not gonna stay still to get downed by some two bit thugs?” Spider-Man kept his words light and mocking, webbing up a laser gun and yanking it out of the woman’s hands. He punches her in the face and knocks her out, using the laser gun like a mildly bulky baton.
“Eat shit, Spider-bitch!”
“Ouch! Oh no, my feelings! You’ve hurt them!” Spider-Man shoots a web at the lady who’d shouted and yanked, before smacking her straight down to the concrete of the rooftop. His hearing picked up two people coming up the stairway and Spider-Man tossed two web bombs, the metal mechanism attached itself to the wall, waiting for their unknowing victims.
Spider-Man ducked and weaved, downing goons as they piled on him while shooting bullets, lasers, and just charging at him with a bat or a crowbar. After eight years of pretty much this exact thing, Spider-Man had gotten the science of breaking up goon dog piles without hurting them too much to an exact measurement. He quipped at them until they got annoyed, which made them sloppy. Spider-Man sighed as another guy came at him with a crow bar and a gun that he was pretty sure was still stuck on safety. He crouched, kicking out their legs and dodging a swipe of a bat where his ribs would have been and webbed the guy to the floor. Yeah, he’ll wrap this up and end patrol. Maybe he still had Mac n’ Cheese at home, or he could stop by Angelo’s for a sub?
Huh. His options for dinner was limited.
“Take this!”
Even without the forewarning of his spidey-sense, Spider-Man would have ducked out of the way regardless.
“Shouting your sneak attacks isn’t actually all that sneaky, you know!” Spider-Man kept his voice cheery and mocking.
“Get him!”
God, why were there so many people trying to break into an insurance company? This definitely doesn’t smell like a regular B&E. With the shit he’s seen in New York, if it smells like a plot, acts like a plot, then it’s probably a villain with a tragic backstory with big, annoying plans.
Great.
Oh, speak of the devil!
“Spider-Man.” His senses blared.
He couldn’t move out of the way fast enough, not without risking the life of the goon he was currently fighting, so Spider-Man took the blast the punched the breath out of his lungs. The wide eyes of the goon made up for some of the pain.
“Ugh!” Spider-Man slammed into an HVAC, denting the metal. His suit, made special polymer blend from Wakanda that he saved for months to get, absorbed some of the shock. Shit, he hoped it didn’t tear. It would be a bitch and a half to dip into the back up stock he had in his hammer space.
The goons left standing quickly rushed him and held him down to face the new boss.
“You’ve been getting on my nerves, Spider.”
“Yeah,” Spider-Man coughed out, letting the two goons think they could hold him down on his knees as he recovered his breath. “I have that effect on people.”
“But you could be an asset, if you’d join me?”
“Uh, I don’t join or sign things without knowing what I’m joining or signing, my guy. My lawyer said so.”
The villain paused, helmeted head cocking to the side.
“You have a lawyer?”
“Yeah. Kind of? He does pro-bono work for the helpless cases. You know, like, a well meaning, crime fighting vigilante?”
“…Does he do cases against insurance companies?”
“Oh man, you too? Dude, this place sucks,” Spider-Man sighed.
“You’ve had trouble too? Then you must see why I’m doing this!”
This was a bit weird, but if there’s anything that brings people together, it’d be corrupt insurance companies. He’s almost tempted to let them break in, just to be extra petty.
“Nah, my neighbor? Sweet old lady. They’re screwing her out of her entire place. I totally get it, man. Hey, if you need a referral, you can tell my lawyer that Spider sent you. He’s real good.”
“How good?” The goons release him and Spider-Man stood up, stretching his limbs.
“Like, Dare Devil good.”
“You know Matt Murdock??”
“Sure do.”
“He… he’ll take on our cases?”
“Dang, all of you?”
“Yes. We can pool enough money to pay him for one or two.”
“Nah, I’m pretty sure he’ll take you guys on for free. But it wouldn’t hurt if you all went to meet him, just so he can decide which one of you has a higher chance to win in court?”
“We will. Uh.” The villain paused sheepishly. Well, not a villain, more like an unfortunately angry and poor decision making citizen. “Sorry about… you know, the blast.”
“It’s cool. I mean,” Spider-Man gestured to the rooftop, the bodies of unconscious people kind of laying around where he knocked them down. “You guys might wanna check on them, yeah? I’ll let you go for now, but if you commit a B&E again, I’ll leave you webbed up for GCPD to find.”
“Got it. Sorry.”
Feeling good about himself, and plotting corporate espionage, Spider-Man went to help pry some people from his webs.
And of course, because Parker Luck kicks in only when Spider-Man felt like life was looking up for himself, Spider-Man’s senses blared once more as he knelt down to pull at some webbing.
“Oh, shit!” He heard, right before a cold blast of something slammed right into his head, knocking him out.
And Spider-Man
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Larry looked at the the empty space where Spider-Man, the guy who took a hit from his boss’ blaster so he wouldn’t get hurt, used to be.
He twisted.
“Boss, what the fuck?!”
“Shit! That was accident!” Boss pulled herself up from the concrete, where she just ate dirt.
“Where did he go?”
“I don’t know, Larry! That was the experimental warped mode! Crap!” His boss scrambled with the controls, desperately trying to see if the magic gun her magician friend had handed her years ago had a reverse button. It didn’t.
“Why would you bring a test weapon into the field?!”
“I gave you all of my other ones!” She threw up her hands. “Fuck, I feel so bad.”
Larry paled. “Dude, Dare Devil’s gonna kill us.”
“He doesn’t kill!” His boss hesitated. “I think.”
Larry pointed to the empty space. “Yeah? He might start with us. Spidey was a cool guy and you just disappeared him!”
“I know!”
Larry buried his head into his hands and tried not to hate himself for the entire situation.
——
Spider-man woke up, laid flat on the grimy ground of an alleyway.
“Ugh. Just my luck.” He kept his eyes closed for just a beat longer to allow himself time before having to pull his shit together. Why was his voice high? And a bit squeaky? He pulled himself together.
“Okay.” He whispered to himself, before sitting up and taking stock of the situation.
First thing that hit him was that it stunk to high heavens. Gagging, Spider-Man looked to the right and- yeah, that’ll do it. He stood up on wobbly legs to try to move away from the overflowing dumpster.
That’s when the second, more important and decidedly more troublesome, observation hit him.
He’s short. Shorter. And his suit was hanging off of him.
He could tell he still had his normal by now physiology, with the speeding heartbeat and the feeling of super strength. But he’s shorter. With a mounting sense of equal parts dread and resignation, he pulled at the hidden seam by his nape, relying on his both his enhanced senses and spidey-sense to tell if anyone was nearby or looking at him. He pulled the Spider-Man suit off, blankly folding it neatly as he stared dumbly at his hands. They’re small too. Shit. He stumbled to a nearby mud puddle and stared down, seeing his younger face in the contaminated water. Double shit.
He’s starting to loose his composure. He’d gone through a lot of bizarre things over the last eight years. But getting accidentally Detective Conan’ed by a person he just helped was a new low.
The black under layer of his suit, a slash proof and fire resistant polymer Peter had designed himself in MIT’s lab, was in a similar state.
With one hand, Peter Parker numbly rolled up his sleeves and pant hems. Great. Okay. Now what?
Ah. Shoes. He did not want to walk around in his too-big Spider-Man boots. He looked around. Well, there’s the laces of what looked to be like a pair of dumpster shoes. “Yeah, no.”
Shit. Does he still have access to his hammer space?
Peter reached into his pocket, and tried to reach for a pair of normal sneakers. His shoulder slumped as he produced a pair. Fuck yes. He still has access! And shoes! They’re ones he took off of a power line for a well off kid who didn’t want it anymore. He was going to donate them to F. E. A. S. T. but he’s thanking the stars he procrastinated a bit on swinging by the center. He put them on. They’re a bit big, but it’s better than the giant-in-comparison ones he normally wears. You know, as an adult.
He hesitated with his mask. He should at least figure out where he is. He hoped it was still in the states. His mask blinked, the HUD in his lenses informing him that it was trying to find a connection. “That’s weird.” He paused, grimacing at the sound of his voice. But it is weird, because he had his mask automatically connected to the world wide satellites Tony Stark had sent circling the globe for citizens without internet access as a back up option. So either he was somewhere even the Stark Satellites couldn’t reach or…
Peter swallowed, his mask pinging as it found a connection to piggy back on. He clicked his tongue twice to activate the voice controls.
“Connect to the local maps. Where am I?”
His masked followed the order. [Gotham. New Jersey.]
Peter stared at the words, gut churning.
Good news, he was still in the States. Bad news? He’s shrunk, in a totally different state, and possibly in a different world because he’s not connected to the Stark Satellites he knew operated in New Jersey.
Peter Parker tilted his head back and allowed himself one verbal, panic level six and up, curse word.
“Fuck.”
He took off his mask and leaned against a slightly cleaner part of the wall before hyperventilating.
——
Half an hour later, Peter smacked himself on the cheeks and pulled himself together.
“You’re Spider-Man,” he hissed to himself. “Have a mental breakdown somewhere warm, you dumbass.”
Peter Parker was a champion, world class expert at compartmentalization.
He slipped his mask back on, and pulled up his “So You’re Stuck in an Alternate Universe” list he had made with Ned so many years ago when they were high school kids and going through comic books to make contingencies because Peter was a little idiot vigilante hero.
“I didn’t think I’d actually ever need this kind of thing.” Peter muttered. He slipped his black back up gloves on to connect to his mask’s display in order to type.
“Okay,” he glanced at the side by side screens in his lenses. “Money.”
Five things.
1) The emergency cash he’d stashed on him thankfull matched the pictures of cash he’d found on this world’s internet. Yay!
2) He had $1000 tucked away. Not yay. Not if this might be a long term stay before he got back to his own dimension. Not if he wanted a place to sleep.
3) Luckily, thanks to his earlier search of where the hell he was, Peter figured out that due to the high crime rates- “Dang, that’s worse than New York on New Year’s Eve,” he had marveled- Gotham was dirt cheap and that that meant 1k dollars could actually last him a while and he could afford a room for a month on $250. A whole ass apartment for $550. Peter seriously considered staying in this universe just for the rent prices. So what if there’s rampant crimes? He’d deal with it if the rent was that cheap.
4) Problem? He’s fucking tiny. Who would rent to a person that looked like child? Not anyone upstanding, that’s for sure. He’s more likely to get mugged. Counterpoint: he’s in a city where apparently shady people are all around. Also? He doesn’t have an identity.
5) If the fact that he couldn’t connect to the Stark Satellites didn’t convince him he was either in another universe or an alternate dimension, the visual graphics of the websites he visited would. It was like looking at Windows in the early way before Stark Co. bought them out and improved the design. Nauseating.
Okay, so, money’s not too urgent of an issue. Next on Ned’s list: Places of Interest.
Namely, libraries, homeless shelters, crime hotspots, and the like.
Peter snorted when he came across an opinions article talking about how Park Row became Crime Alley. And then he frowned, because that story was not painting this place to be even remotely nice. Then again, considering the crime rates and the various Rogues this place seemed to have in spades, that wasn’t much of a surprise. Peter marks the place in his new mental map of Gotham as a potential area he could either disappear to or get a new identity at. He then marked the libraries, Gotham City Public Library and its many branches all funded by generous donations from a Bruce Wayne, the Martha Wayne foundations’ shelters and charities, two supermarkets near the library, and a coffee shop he thought looked warm and cozy from the shitty pictures they have uploaded online. He needed coffee, dammit, and he needed it hours ago. Alas, he probably wouldn’t get to go to one until he secured his finances.
Well, it’s not like he doesn’t have practice being poor.
3) Which brings him up to Ned’s next, surprisingly reasonable for a teenager hoped up on a mountain load of sugar, point. Level of Tech.
Peter hid next to the dumpster, melding in with the shadows, as he continued his research.
Tech here was… well, he probably wouldn’t have to worry. The thought of not having a Starkphone, even his older model, was painful considering the new versions of these WaynePhones were really… behind. Peter doesn’t remember the last time he had buttons on his phone or let alone a touch screen that didn’t use facial tracking and biometrics or even have a holographic display mode.
“Ugh. Okay. Not the end of the world, Parker.” Peter muttered.
Now… People of Interest.
This was underlined three times with Ned’s red pens, with extensive subcategories.
Subcategory A? Villains, because “what if they put out a warning for a known villain and you get your butt kicked because you didn’t know about them, Peter? Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?”
He had replied, half focused on the list and the other on savoring the Millennium Falcon Lego set May had saved up for months to get him for his birthday, “I feel like if I was getting my butt kicked by a villain, I’d probably have better things to worry about than my utter humiliation, Ned.”
“True that,” Ned had snicked and jotted it down anyways.
And… well, Gotham had a lot of villains. The Joker (ew, that’s a crusty man in crustier face paint. This guy could learn so much from the cool mimes busking in Central Park. Like, how to do face paint. Or how not to be a massive murderous jerk. There’s Clayface, Two-Face, a bald guy in “Metropolis” (a name Peter couldn’t help but snort at because a city named city? That’s like na’an bread being bread bread. Or chai tea being tea tea) named Lex Luthor, and Scarecrow. He tabbed all of them and marked them for further perusal at a later date. From experience, he knew villains with a prominent M.O. and themes usually did more damage. Case in point: Rhino, and the million dollars of property damage the guy did everytime he escaped the Raft. Peter was seriously considering petitioning for the Raft to be placed further out just so he could have more warning the next time some assholes decided to free the prisoners and helped them escape.
He narrowed his eyes at the screen, his mask’s lenses following the movement. He’ll have to pick up a gas mask. Apparently bio-weapons are just a regular thing here and he really didn’t want to get dosed with this “fear toxin.” It’d be dangerous for everyone involved. Maybe if he gets his hands on a sample, he could build up tolerance and see how his immune system and metabolic rates affected the normal progression of the toxin. Ah, off topic. He’s gotta focus.
Subcategory B: Local celebrities.
“Why would I need to know local celebrities?” He’d asked.
“If someone came up to you and asked “Who’s Tony Stark?”, wouldn’t you clock that as super weird? You gotta blend in, Peter. Plus, you gotta keep up with the pop culture, dude. It’s important.”
“You just want alternate universe memes,” Peter grinned.
“That too. If you ever go to an alternate universe and come back, you’d better bring me a truckload of memes or I’ll never forgive you.”
Yeah. So. Wayne? Super important. Like Tony Stark levels of important. He found threads about them and the local vigilantes and their charity works. Peter’s brain instantly catalogued the info, all but memorizing the deluge of pictures he found of Bruce Wayne and his kids. Maybe the man had an adoption problem? Conspiracy threads and memes popped up alongside his research. He tabbed one on secret societies, because as Spiderman, he had fought a disturbing amount of secret societies that, on hindsight, had been theorized about on threads he’s read on his free time. Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, a conspiracy theorist could be right. Peter’s not about to dismiss that. He also saved like thirty different memes to send to Ned when he got back. If he got back.
Peter smacked that thought away. He’ll get back to his city or die trying.
Subcategory C, underlined and starred: Other Superheroes and Vigilantes.
Yeah, Peter’s excited about this one too. After Matt stopped being Dare Devil (but did he actually ever stop?) and Wade dipping in and out of NY, Peter’s gotten lonely as Spider-Man. He missed training with them. Of course, the fantastic four were still operating, but he doesn’t actually interact with them or the Avengers at all. Miles hasn’t been cleared (by his mom) to go out as Spiderman with near as many hours as Peter cleared a night. Peter stood behind that because he remembered how horrible it was to work as Spiderman and try to balance school on top of it. Also, he was terrified of Mrs. Morales and would never endanger her son more than he already does. He did wave to Black Widow from a rooftop once, spider to spider, and that was pretty much the coolest moment of his life.
So. Uh. The amount of vigilantes and heroes in this world? Amazing. In Gotham? There’s like, a whole team of them.
Batman, Nightwing (who, Username: Draken Draken had theorized, was the first iteration of Batman’s sidekick Robin), Red Hood, Black Canary, Huntress, Red Robin, Spoiler, the “day vigilante” Signal, the current Robin, and whispers of a “Black Bat.”
And their unfortunate “No Meta” rule with the singular exception of Signal. Peter figured their term of Meta was essentially the same thing as his world’s mutants. He’s not sure which term he liked more. Eh, he’ll worry about that later.
And there’s a Justice League! Which, to Peter, is just a bigger Avengers. There’s aliens on this world too. Superman. Martian Manhunter.
Peter grinned from his place crouched next to the dumpster. Yeah, this is awesome. He quickly memorized everything he could find, cross referencing posts and picking out the nuggets of truth or at least popular truth from the posts he viewed. Like, Red Hood operated in Crime Alley and was a crime boss with morals. Cool.
He’ll go down the spiral later. He mentally thanked Ned who was the best guy in the chair a teenage vigilante could ask for. He should really text his friend when he got back.
For now, he’ll head to the library and see if he could use their computers. He might need a card though… Peter quickly pulled up the search engine and found an Internet cafe. Ah, 24 hour internet cafes, the savior of his college days. There first, and then library, Peter decided. He memorized the instructions and pulled his mask off, tucking it away in the hammer space.
He walked out the alley and turned left, only to double take at his reflection in a shop window that was partially boarded up. Holy shit, he’s a baby. He’s like. 10!
Oh my god.
Peter twitched, tearing himself away from the window before the shop owner decided he was less curious and more potential mugger before promptly remembering that he looked less of a threat than ever. Mixed feelings.
Peter hurried his way to the internet cafe, paying the guy at the front a little extra so he’d ignore the obvious minor without a guardian thing Peter hasn’t gotten used to. Ugh. That was going to be annoying. He only paid for two hours and pulled up as many listings for a room as possible. By the end of it, he came out with $1 worth of fliers printed out and having funneled some billionaire’s offshore accounts into a new bank account he’d made by hacking into the bank servers. Does he feel bad about stealing? Yeah. But Peter’s a vigilante. He’s done worse than nabbing a monthly sum of a couple of hundreds from Lex Luthor’s off shore accounts. He’s not gonna get caught, and considering the guy’s rants on meta humans, Peter’s not feeling particularly guilty about it. He’ll do something good later to make up for it. Once he gets his footholds and can prepare his way back, he’ll even return to the rest of the money. Probably.
Peter left the cafe with his sheaf of flyers, stopping by an informational stand with free tourist maps and plucked one quickly from its plastic holder. He’ll pick something up from the food vendors on his way to the apartments. Peter began walking, taking in the sights of the gargoyles and-
“Nope!” He caught the wrist of a pickpocket. It’s a kid and he immediately felt bad.
“Lemme go. I ain’t done nothing to ya, ya Yorker tourist.”
“Okay,” Peter shrugged. “Don’t get caught the next time?”
The kid gaped at him. “Shi’, you must be really good at it. I’ve never been caught before.”
Peter wisely refrained from telling the kid it was due to his spidey-sense. He let go of the kid’s wrist and let a bit more of his accent out. “Why’d you need money anyways?”
“Food, duh.”
“Dude, I’m starving. Tell you what. You show me the best sub shop nearby and I’ll pay for your food. Deal?”
The kid stared at him, wide eyed. “You’re fuckin’ nuts. Why’re you being nice?”
“I’m hungry? Do we have a deal, kid?”
“… Fuck it. Fine. And don’t call me kid, shrimp. You’re like what, eight?”
Oh. Yeah. Peter’s a kid now. He shrugged.
“I’m older than you. I’m twelve.”
Peter blinked, frowning at how thin the kid’s wrists were.
“I’m Peter!”
“… Frank.”
He let Frank lead the way. Stranger danger doesn’t apply to him, he’s a grown ass man. In the body of a ten year old him, but still. A couple of minutes, four sandwiches and a load of chips later, Frank was watching wide eyed as he demolished three four dollar subs.
“Holy shit. Where are you packing that away? You’re a stick!”
Peter took a big bite of the sandwich as an answer. Frank looked down at his meal.
“Uh. Hey.”
Peter made a muffled noise of question, mouth stuffed full of steak and cheese.
“Sorry about. Uh. Trynna nick from ya.”
Peter chewed faster.
Frank continued, looking like he hated himself. “I wouldn’t… normally steal from shrimps like you but I was desperate and… really hungry, so. My bad.”
Peter finished chewing. “All good, dude. Eat your sandwich.”
Peter had the sudden urge to adopt Frank. Unlike Wayne, he’s not a billionaire, so he smacked that urge down. He could use a friend though. Now… how to be friends with a literal child!
“If you feel that bad about it, you could… be my friend?”
Peter took in the wide eyed gaze from the twelve year old in front of him. Abort! Abort! That was too direct!
“You’re fucking weird. But… okay.”
“That was easy.”
Frank scowled, kicking Peter’s shin.
“Ow!”
“Whatever, shrimp.”
Peter scowled. On his baby face, it came out as a pout.
Do not start beef with a twelve year old, Peter. You’re a grown ass adult.
“Hey, you know I’m new here, right?”
“Duh.” Frank took a bite of his food.
“Can you tell me which one of these are legit?” Peter handed Frank the flyers. He took them, an odd look passing his face.
“You’re looking for a place?”
“Yeah? Why?”
Frank stared at him. Looked back down. He instantly got rid of four listings out of the ten. “These are too close to the Alley. They’re probably traffickers.”
Peter hummed in agreement. Frank paused.
“You’re just gonna trust me on that?”
“Yeah? I can tell when people are lying.” Well, his spidey sense could, when he cared enough about the subject.
“What the fuck.” Frank shoved the rest the papers at him and guiltily munched on his food. “Are Yorkers all just like you?”
“Dunno? Probably not.”
“… Whatever. The rest of the places should work. They probably won’t ask questions.” Frank flapped a hand at Peter’s new situation. Yeah, the shortness was getting to him too.
Peter nodded. Obviously, they were the more expensive places, but considering the new found resources he’d… acquired during his time at the cafe, it doesn’t really matter.
“Cool! Wanna go see it with me?”
Frank immediately took on a suspicious glare. “Why?”
“I dunno? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought since you know your way around…”
“Ugh. Fine. But if there’s anything shady, I’m fucking dipping out.”
“Okay!” Peter grinned for the first time the couple of hours he’d been trapped in this new world.
——
They’d found an apartment with a landlord that got a weird, sad face when she was talking to them about the apartment. After like, an hour of walking around and Peter’s spidey sense screaming at him not to even go near the places Frank had left in the pile of maybe’s.
“We walked all the way here. Ya not even gonna go in?”
“The vibes are off. It’s a no.”
And because Peter’s a genius idiot with no self preservation, he’d marked the places to investigate later.
Frank had blinked at him, mildly offended and nonplussed. After a while of spluttering, he just gave up. Eventually, they got here.
“I don’t normally rent to kids,” the landlord lady said. Peter immediately liked her. “But I’ll make an exception if you’ve got the cash.”
“I’d like to see the unit first, please” Peter said. He’s not stupid, and Gotham’s renting scene is both easier and harder than New York.
They toured it. Peter? He’d seen worse. He’d lived worse. Also, it had two bedroom and was $620. Yeah, Peter was really considering just staying here full time and commuting to his New York when he wanted to be a vigilante.
“I’ll take it, ma’am.” The landlord and Frank both snorted, sharing a Gothamite look.
“It’s Georgie, to you, brat. You just need the first month’s rent, since I’ll wave the deposit for you shrimps. Utilities included. Your friend stayin’?”
“No-” Frank had started.
“Yep!” Peter beamed, interrupting his new friend.
“What?” Frank turned, gaping again at this weird little kid who had enough money to rent a place and then invited a whole ass street kid he just met to live with him. “Are you stupid?! What if I rob you? Huh? I don’t need charity!”
Peter slowly looked around the empty unit.
“Uh.”
“No, that’s not the point!” Frank pointed a finger at Peter. “That’s how you get yourself killed!”
“But that’s why you should stay! I don’t know my way around Gotham so…”
Peter looked up at Frank, using his shortness for maximum devastation. “Please?”
Georgie leaned back on the heels of her feet, silently laughing. It’s not every day she sees a Gothamite street kid get out stubborned by an outsider, but she knows better than anyone that Gotham is weak to genuine kindness. And this Peter kid, the one that reminds her so much of her own? He’s practically filled with it.
“Yeah, kid,” she said to Frank, snickering. “Look at him. He’s gonna get mugged two steps into the Alley. Or anywhere.”
Frank flailed, but eventually, Peter handed over the money to an amused Georgie who gave them two keys in return and a move in gift of a pot pie.
“I gotta. Uh. Go get my stuff.” Frank had mumbled, dazed at whatever the hell just happened.
“Okay! I’ll see if I can go get furniture!”
“And lift them with your shrimpy arm? You wish.”
“I can use a cart.”
And really, he could, because Gotham had a lot of abandoned carts laying around. Like a concerning amount.
“Can you even reach the handle?”
“I’m not that short!”
Frank snorted, Georgie’s own chuckles following a beat after. Peter scowled at them.
“Be right back,” Frank promised, holding the key like it was treasure. He had been homeless for two and a half years now, so in his eyes, that key was as good as gold. He had somewhere warm to stay. Trying to pickpocket Peter was the best mistake he’s ever made in his short life. But he didn’t want to take advantage of that, well, no, he did want to, but he doesn’t want to take the genuine kindness for granted so he’ll see if there’s any street furniture he could haul back on his way.
“Okay!”
Georgie watched him go and turned to Peter.
“If you need stuff, there’s a thrift store and a grocery store that way.” She gave him the directions.
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As soon as Frank and Georgie left, Peter immediately left his new place (and holy shit, he really didn’t expect things to be this easy. In New York, he had to spend at least a week checking out places because he had to figure out whether the problem that cause subtle twinges with his spider sense was worth living with. Here? It’s too obvious.) to buy supplies. He had $400. Until his new card came in, at least. He’d put his new address into that bank account addressed to a “Anthony Benjamin” before ordering a “replacement card.”
Peter ran to the thrift store, hurrying before the last traces of the sun dipped below the smog of Gotham. A frankly absurd amount of blankets, towels, pillows, clothes, packaged boxers, socks and shoes around his size went into the cart. To his chagrin, Peter couldn’t actually see much over the cart. Why the hell was he such a short ten year old? He blasted through the store, also guesstimating Frank’s sizes. He tossed in curtains, a used set of glow in the dark stars, and a lamp.
He also grabbed mismatched mugs, bowls, a bundle of cutlery, and a dented microwave he casually pretended to struggle getting onto the bottom part of the cart. It’s like lifting grapes for him, but he looks like a ten year old so…
He, guiltily, bought a mildly fancy camera in a set, with two separate lenses, even if one was cracked.
Not bad, for $150 total. Peter is going to definitely seriously consider commuting to New York. They didn’t even care when he walked out with the cart! Well, that might be because of the cashier who gave him a pitying glance.
He stopped by a general store on the way back, parking his cart in a rapidly shadowy alleyway. He swung by the new section of the store that reminded him of a Dollar Tree and got cleaning supplies, toiletries, and two pans and a pot. He grabbed some canned food and a couple of frozen meals in the back. Seasonings, ramen, general pantry staples went in. A role of paper towel. Nice. Venom would have loved this store. With half of his budget blown for essentials, Peter quickly cut his spending off and
He quickly gathered his stuff and went back to the apartment, using his strength a bit to lift the full cart up the stairs at the front doors and into the elevator. It creaked like the first time they used it to go see the apartment, but it worked. Peter set everything up in the living room, pillow and blanket wise, and put everything in its proper place. The lamp was put up, giving more light than the old bulb in the ceiling light.
All Peter wanted to do was pass out, but since his dumbass took in a child, he couldn’t sleep until this place was relatively fit for a kid to live in. He also wanted to wait for
So, that’s what he did. Taking a sponge and the cleaning supplies he’d picked up earlier, Peter tackled the living room, scrubbing away at old stains and spraying mildew. He marked trouble spots- like that splinter worthy piece of floor next to the doorway leading to the hall between the bedrooms. Then the kitchen. By the time Frank cautiously peeked his head in from the front door, Peter had already finished scrubbing the over.
“Hey.”
Peter turned, grime on his face but grinning. “Hey!” I bought some stuff!”
Frank snorted at his face before glancing around the living room, eyeing the cart parked neatly on the side.
“So you did. Didn’t get mugged, did ya?”
“Rude. No, of course not.”
Frank gave him a… frankly… unimpressed look and dumped his bag next to the pile of blankets and pillows Peter had piled onto the floor. Sue hi’, they didn’t have beds yet.
“Got somethin’ for ya,” Frank said neutrally before dragging in…
“A coffee table!” Peter bounced towards Frank, hugging him before lugging in the heavy wooden table in. “You’re the best! Where’d you find it?!”
The tension, anxiety about Peter’s reaction, in Frank’s shoulders relaxed and the kid grinned. “Alley. Some asshole just left it there for anyone to hit with their car so I took it.”
“Nice! We can eat on this!”
——
When they were getting ready for bed, Peter insisting on showers for both of them, Frank had reared up at the clothes Peter bought for him. Peter pretended like he didn’t see anything and shove a whole tube of toothpaste and a new toothbrush at him.
“Ew. Do I have to?” Frank asked, wrinkling his nose but taking the items anyways.
“Yeah.” Peter said seriously. Frank gave a moment to wonder why he was taking orders from an eight year old before shrugging. He could brush his teeth in exchange for a roof over his head, food, and clothes. It’s not even a fair trade, for Peter, anyways. Frank was enough of an alley rat to take advantage of that.
——
When Frank passed out, Peter couldn’t sleep. He’s exhausted, but he couldn’t sleep.
So he took his new camera and climbed the fire escape to the roof top.
An hour later, he met his first vigilante.
“Hey, kiddo. I’m gonna need you to back away from the edge.”
“Woah!” Peter startled, jolting slightly off of the ledge he was balanced on. He twisted around to see Red Robin, hand outstretched and panicked look in his eyes.
“Dude. Warn a guy!” Peter said, even though his spider sense warned him of an approaching person that was actively watching him.
Red Robin held his hands up. “My bad. Would you- uh, not be on that ledge?”
“Yeah, sure. My bad, bro.” Peter obligingly stood up and stepped away from the ledge. Red Robin relaxed then did a double take. Peter frowned. Is there something on his face?
“What are you doing up here, kiddo? It’s late.”
Peter decided to scope out the vigilante. “Couldn’t sleep,” he held up his camera. “I’m taking pictures.”
“Oh. That’s cool! Can I see?” Red Robin approached warily, but relaxed when Peter didn’t spook and try to take a shortcut to ground floor.
“Sure! It’s a new, well, not new but new to me, camera so I haven’t had all that time to mess with the specs but the pictures turned out pretty good-”
“Oh, woah. This one’s great. That composition? Amazing. You caught the light perfectly,” Red Robin complimented. Peter brightened, knowing a photography fan when he hears one.
“Photography buddy!” He cheered.
They talked for an hour after that, but Red Robin quickly sent him to bed once he remembered the time.
“Ah, shi- crap. It’s like 2AM. You’ve gotta go to bed.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry if I interrupted your patrol, Mr. Red Robin!”
“No problem, kid.” Peter slipped back down the fire escape, not caring if the vigilante saw where he lived.
——
Up on the rooftop, Red Robin pressed a hand to his comm.
“Red Robin to Nightwing.”
“What’s up, Red?”
“Do you have a kid you don’t know about?” Tim said, bluntly.
“… What?”
“Oracle, can you share my cowl footage?”
“Copy. Oh, that kid…”
“Looks exactly like Wing?” Tim said, peering down at the empty fire escape. “Yeah. Talked like him too.”
“Oh my god, he’s adorable.” Oracle said. Tim agreed. That curly hair? Baby face? Adorable. A bean. “Did you get DNA?”
“Ah, shit, I knew I forgot something.”
“Do not break into his place and nab a hair,” Nightwing reprimanded, but his voice sounded distracted.
“Holy shit, you guys nerded out about camera placement and lighting for an hour?” Hood piped up.
“Get some rest, Red Robin. You’ve been working too hard,” Batman grunted through the comms. Awkward… but he’s been getting better at communicating his worry for his kids.
“Sure thing, B. Heading back to the main cave. Red Robin out.
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Peter: lay low and get home
Also Peter: talks to a vigilante
None of them think Peter’s Nightwing’s yet. Peter will know before them… eventually. Once this world’s version of him gives up his memories to be absorbed by AU Peter.
#batman#peter parker#dc x marvel#Peter Parker gets yeeted into Gotham#spiderman#oc#red robin#dark matter#inspidered by the fic dark matter#yes that’s a pun#dick Grayson#nightwing#dick grayson is Richard Parker#richard parker#Oracle#Jason Todd#red hood#tfw you get conan’ed#Peter: making friends one roof top at a time#Spider in Gotham AU
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A very timid Hello from your best customer broko loco anyway hi I'm out of my request block anyway
How about some hurt/comfort with our baby gurl
Tara Carpenter
I had two prompts in mind either Tara having a nightmare about Gf killing R Orrrrrrr It was her killing R (
SPOILER IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN SREAM VI YOU'VE BEEN WARNED
(because she killed Ethan so her subconscious is making her see herself killing R) so R comforts her and reassures her
or
R getting into a fight when she was taking a stroll with Tara and Sam because some 4ssh0l3$ called our Fav duo murderers so Tara is patching up R afterwards
or
R taking care of T after the 2nd massacre like bringing her thing (painkillers, snacks, food, cuddles)
Those were my ideas but you can also do whatever you want Idm
Have a good day broko loco <3
Motherfucker
Tara Carpenter x reader
A/n: so I haven’t really been writing lately and I need to get back into it so yeah
“It’s just so much you know” Tara complained as you two and Sam walked around New York City. It was a small tradition you build up as soon as you moved here. You walked around to figure out the best ways through the city, it made Sam feel safer while you and Tara just liked to walk around. Her hand was slipped into yours, fingers carefully intervened.
Tara loved complaining about college during these walks, you loved listening to her and Sam would do anything for her little sister. There were a lot of people who didn’t recognized you guys but some did. Nobody ever said something, you were unsure of wether it was because of sams killer glare or just their common sense but you were happy about it.
You knew them during the attacks in woodsboro but you weren’t with them. At least not until the end, you and Tara kept your little flirt private which was why you weren’t attacked. You only arrived when everybody else was dead, you were at the party and you forgot your phone which was why you turned around. The way Tara broke down into your arms made you believe everything she told you, there was no way that she faked that.
“I know, but you’ll be fine. You’re a fighter through and through and something like college won’t bring you down” you told her, squeezing her hand for good measure. “She’s right, you’re gonna do great” Sam added smiling at her sister before checking the street over her shoulder.
You walked through a small park where a group of three boys, around 22, sat and watched the three of you. You watched them suspiciously, slipping your hand out of Tara’s and instead slipping your arm around her waist to pull her closer. Tara smiled up at you, unaware of the situation while Sam looked out for a man around the corner. You listened carefully, hoping to hear any kind of movement but it was quite for a moment.
“Look, that’s the murderer and her slut sister. I knew I recognized them from somewhere” one of the boys said causing you to slow down. “Fucking murderer. Both of them. They should have ended dead” another one added which made you stop. “I’d still fuck the slut tho” the third one said which finally made you snap. You turned on your heel and stalked over to the group. “What did you just say?!” You nearly screamed out on your way, Tara still standing at the same spot completely confused while Sam had a stare down with the man around the corner.
“What’s your problem huh?” You asked again, stepping up to the one who said he’d fuck Tara. “I could ask you the same thing, why don’t you go away with your two murderer friends?” He asked puffing out his chest, trying to scare you. At every other time you’d probably been scared but not now, now all you could feel was rage. “Say that again and watch what happens asshole” you dared. “They are murderer” the one next to him said. You were quick to punch him straight in the face, his nose immediately started bleeding and his eye started to swell. The one you talked to before drew his arm back but you were quick enough to dodge it, not seeing the third one make his way towards you, his fist landing in your stomach causing you to groan. You turned as quick as you could, your fist landing in his stomach this time before you turned and kicked the other one to the ground.
By now Sam was done with her stare down and finally noticed your fight, “fuck y/n” she mumbled and went to your help but Tara held her back. “She will kill you if you go there, she’s fighting because they called you a murderer and if you hit them it will be contra productive” she explained, it pained her to see you like this but she knew you were strong and she didn’t want Sam to suffer even more.
It took you five more minutes before they finally gave up, your face and hands were bruised and you were spitting blood but you won. “Gosh, you’re so stupid” Tara mumbled as she ran up to you and hugged you, pulling you close to her which caused you to wince. “Are you alright?” Sam asked as she walked closer, wrapping an arm around you shoulder. “M fine. Thanks. Can we maybe go back?” Both of them nodded and turned around to walk back to your apartment.
This time Tara wasn’t holding your hand, she was scared that she’d hurt you. The nervousness and the guilt was radiating off of her, so you wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled her into you which made her calm down. Sam was also somewhere else with her mind but you knew that something like a hug wouldn’t fix that and you knew she wasn’t going to talk about it in front of Tara so you decided to ask her about it later.
When you arrived home Tara immediately ran to the bathroom to get some things for your knuckles, giving you a moment with Sam. “You alright?” You asked her quietly so T wouldn’t hear.
“Yeah, it’s just that… thank you y/n. You protected us and you stood up for us. It was the nicest thing anyone ever did for us so, thanks” she answered squeezing your shoulder before disappeared into her room.
“I got everything that may be helpful. Like gauze, disinfectant, bandaids and some other stuff” she told you, quickly pulling everything out and cleaning your wounds on your hand. You kissed when the disinfectant started to seep into your flesh. The brunette quickly apologized before putting on the band aids.
When your hand was finally cleaned she moved on to your face, focusing on the wound above your eye. This time she warned you before putting on the disinfectant, which made it a bit less worse. You couldn’t help but admire her focused face, the way she bit her tongue and how her brows furrowed. It nearly made you forget about your headache.
“Do you need anything else? I’ll give you some painkillers as soon as you’re in bed and some snacks too” she told you and you smiled before pulling her closer to plant a small kiss on her lips. “Thank you” you said before kissing her another time and another, distracting her from her work.
“Stop, I gotta clean the rest of your wounds and I wanna take a look at your stomach” she giggled when she finally convinced herself to pull away. “And you taste like blood” she added. You smiled sheepishly and kissed her one last time before pulling back.
She sat on your lap as she looked at the cut you had on your lip, her legs on either side of you as she titled your head down to get a better angle. “This Looks okay I guess” she mumbled to herself as her fingers carefully touched the wound. You were getting bored and started to play with the hem of her shirt.
When she was done with your face she moved on to your stomach, there wasn’t really anything she could do about it. It was a bit bruised but there werent any cuts nor any placed that were so sensitive that she should be worried.
You both got changed and laid in bed, Tara made you swallow some painkillers and gave you some of your favorite chips before letting you decide what to watch. She made sure that you iced your hand and your nose, even if it might not be comfortable. She knew that you didn’t like the cold but there was nothing she could do. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Her voice was soft and still filled with guilt which made you hurt inside.
“T, you know that I did it on my own account right? It’s not your fault or anything. I decided to do what I did” you said as you cuddled closer to her. Her body melting into your which made you melt too. “And even more important, I’d do it again and again because nothing is as important to me as you are” you added and kissed her head.
“I love you, a lot. Not just because of what you did today obviously” she grinned and titled her head up motioning for you to give her a kiss which you did.
“I love you too baby” you grinned as your hand rubbed up and down her back.
#reader insert#brooooswriting#jenna ortega x reader#tara carpenter x y/n#sam carpenter x reader#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter#tara carpenter x you
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Omg can u js imagine lookism characters fighting you and they end up getting their ass beat by u? Basically js encountering someone that has 10x their own strength and their reactions would be so funny😭😭😭
Have I imagined being the peak of every fandom I have participated in? Yes. Yes I have.
Meeting Lookism Peak... YOU
You are onepunchman-ing through the Lookismverse.
J High Trio
You definitely weren't siding with Logan Lee and Vin Jin (wtf) but this Daniel Park, Vasco and Zack were causing a lot of trouble and you just wanted everyone to stfu so you can get decent grades.
It got even worse when Logan and Vin flanked you and held your hand. What is this throupling? GET OFF ME.
Vasco muttered about you being a bad guy and threw the first punch. Sigh - stupid birds of a stupid feather stupidly flocking together and before long Zack and Daniel joined in.
The strongest guys in J High? Now lying in a heap in a corner. You? Not even a scratch.
You approached them with tears in your eyes: "please, I'm just trying to learn"
Johan
You've acquired 3 new pups: Eden, Miro and Johan
This motherfucker tried to steal your shoes. Who tf does that. You were just minding your own business and walking home so of course you beat his ass.
And since that day, Johan likes to follow you around in the hopes of copying some of your moves. Shame you're able to KO him so quickly he can't copy anything. He learnt his lesson after the 27th time and doesn't try to steal your shoes anymore. He still follows you in case someone else fights you and he gets to copy.
Big Deal
You're the son of Gapryong Kim? Who's that? I'm just minding my own business and got accused of stealing from this street. No I didn't! I didn't even go into that store. THIS IS MY SHIRT.
This random guy is trying to take your clothes from you..what you gonna do? There's perverts everywhere. You tried to play nice and dodge his attacks but enough is enough. You're sick of people trying to steal your clothes and just knock him unconscious with one hit.
Uhhh where is this actual place and why has he got so much back up? This is Big Deal? What are you guys saying you're a Big Deal or... Oh you're actually called Big Deal?! Lol, losers.
Great. Now you're getting attacked by this ponytail guy. Sinu? and his invisible attacks? What invisible attacks. You can see them all clearly. Stop that. It's annoying. Please just SIT. DOWN.
The person with the biggest beef would be the big bald guy though (seriously who brings their dad to a fight?!) Jerry would go absolutely feral when you knocked out Jake. He's no match but every time he saw you after you can just feel the hate radiating.
Eugene & Workers
Sorry to say but this man is boring af. He seen you beating up his 'Gun and Goo' (this will never not be funny) and tried to recruit you.
You're in school. You're not interested in fighting for no 'Workers'. Besides a 9-5 sounds unbelievably boring right now. Why would you want to work and have responsibility when you can mess around all day. Youth IS wasted on the young, this dumbass.
He'll leave you alone as long as you stay out of his way.
Gun & Goo:
These 2 would just Never. Leave. You. Alone.
They've got eyes and ears everywhere so probably heard about one of your past fights.
First they would try to fight you cos of course they would. But the fact that you're so insanely strong and stronger than them turns them from
To
The fact you are so strong? That you could no diff them? They're just literally like wtf. They have never encountered anyone like you. They didn't even know your strength and fighting skills were possible. You will never know peace again.
Gun is more diplomatic and tries to approach you whenever he can to be his successor and just wanting to know who and what you are. But ultimately he will be itching for a fight each time. You're tired of this guy ripping his clothes off and squaring up to you.
And Goo is a fucking menace. After turning down Goo once to be his secret friend, he's just waiting around every corner with a steel pipe.
Are flies constantly buzzing around not annoying? Looks like you're stuck having to beat these guys up now and then to get them to fuck off and give you some peace but they still always return.
Samuel:
Oh boy. This man and his inferiority complex. He heard Goo mention you just the once ONCE and he got all worried about his Secret Friend status.
He uses his resources to find out about you but you seemed to live a relatively normal and quiet life.
Sammy is still threatened though and goes after you with his brass knuckles. Ok first you had people stealing your shoes and clothes, now you have a third homicidal maniac coming after you. Maybe you should just move.
You feel bad when he starts to have a breakdown after you beat him up. Then that bastard tries to bite your ankles so 🤷🏻♀️
DG: I can tell you the secrets to your powers
You: I don't care man, fuck off
DG: jk idk anything lol
#lookism#lookism headcanons#lookism hc#daniel park#vasco#zack lee#johan seong#big deal#jake kim#sinu han#jerry kwon#gun park#goo kim#samuel seo#lookism eugene#lookism fanfics#wannaeatramyeon
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Soldier
Author's Note: This is a request from @mehiwilldoitlater. I hope I did your boy proud! Smoker finds out that his lover, y/n, was kidnapped after being found out by enemy pirates. Warnings: Language, Violence, and fluff towards the end.
Smoker's eyes widened in horror as Doflamingo landed in front of him holding you by your neck. The fear and panic in your eyes were enough to make the seasoned Vice Admiral's stomach turn as you fought uselessly against the one hand that continued to squeeze around your airway.
"You wouldn't happen to know who this little kitten belongs to, would you, Smoker?" the Heavenly Demon cackled as he brought you closer to his face and licked along your cheek, enjoying the fact that you were beginning to turn purple at this point, clawing at his hand and trying to kick out of his iron-tight grip. The warlord threw you to the ground with a sickening thud, that caused you to scream in pain as you landed on your side, most likely breaking some ribs. You immediately began trying to move as far away from your kidnapper as fast as you could only to be stopped by Doflamingo pinning you down on the ground with his foot while he stared at your lover.
"Y/N!!!" Smoker shouted as he began to rush towards you.
"Ah..ah...ah...", the blonde tsked as he applied a bit more pressure to his foot, causing you to scream again, "any further and I may accidentally squish your poor little lover."
"Ah... CHASE!" you shouted as you tried to push the giant's foot off of you, "Don't worry about me! Motherfucker, get off me!"
"The Hell I won't worry about you!", the Marine growled as he spit his cigars out and readied his weapon, "GET OFF MY WOMAN, YOU BASTARD!"
The Logia Devil User lunged for the Paramecia User, being caught off guard as the latter kicked you up into the air towards the him, causing the younger man to drop his weapon and catch you. This gave the Heavenly Demon a chance to charge the both of you, knocking you and your lover back a good ways into a solid stone rock. "Chase!" you called his nickname as you tried to remain conscious enough to shake him awake, knowing that the warlord was making his way towards you both.
The white-haired man immediately engulfed you in his arms and caged you against the rock, trying desperately to keep the blows from Doflamingo reaching you. You began crying as you saw the inexplicable pain that the Marine tried to hide from you as he squinted, continuously bracing himself after every hit to make sure that you didn't feel any of it. "Baby!?" you cried out again as he tried to muster a painful smile.
"I got you, Baby Girl", he grunted as he tried to convey through his eyes what he couldn't physically explain right now as he took blow after blow.
He would die for you if he had to... if it meant protecting you in this fight, he'd gladly lay down his life, but he wasn't going to give up that easily. He had to get you out of there and to Tashigi and the rest of G5. He knew they would keep you safe as they knew the nature of your relationship to their leader. You were his childhood sweetheart, the only person in this world who had stood beside him for all these years. He'd be damned if after everything he lost you now and especially not to a piece of shit like Donquixote Doflamingo.
In between the barrage of fists and kicks, Smoker managed to dodge long enough to pull you to him and shoot off into the air. "Hold on, Baby Girl... I'm going to keep you safe", he coughed as he tried to keep his wits about him flying through the air, avoiding Doflamingo's aerial attacks as well as make sure he didn't drop you.
"Vice Admiral! Smoker!" he heard the shouts of his crew and he gripped you closer to him, kissing your forehead as he lowered himself just enough that he knew they could catch you. "I'm going to draw him off...."
"Chase! That's suicide!" you gripped him tighter, trying to make sure he couldn't drop you. If he was going to die, you were going to die with him. "Not without you!"
"STUBBORN ASS WOMAN!" he shouted as he pulled you from him, "We will both die if I cannot get you somewhere safe so that I can fight him with no worries."
Tears began pouring down your face as you realized he was doing this to protect you, to give himself a fighting chance to get back to you. "You better come back to me, Soldier!"
He chuckled as he swooped down and around again to avoid another attack from the warlord. "Yes, Ma'am", he promised, "Even if its on a stretcher for the dead... I'm coming back to you."
You kissed him as hard as you could, letting him know that he meant everything to you, before you let go of him as he dropped you into G5's awaiting arms. "Mrs. Smoker!" they shouted as they scrambled to get you away from the fray. "Be careful, she's hurt pretty bad!" "Watch it! Smokey will kill us if anything happens to his girl!" It was then that all of your injuries began to take a toll and you passed out as soon as Tashigi reached you. "Y/n!" she shouted as her face turned to darkness.
There were so many memories that you seemed to be reliving over and over. The first time you and Smoker met. The first time you both admitted to having feelings for each other. When he left to join the Marines and you had to go months without a word before finally getting letters. The first time you saw each other after he graduated from being a cadet to each promotion after that. His promise to love and protect you forever. The ring you knew he kept in his quarters that he thought you didn't know about.
After what felt like an eternity your body slammed back into consciousness and you awoke with a gasp and a grunt as you couldn't necessarily sit up in your current state. "Baby Girl!" your lover whispered as he gently caressed your forehead while kissing your lips carefully before cupping your face, "You're still here.... here with me..."
The white-haired man eased his forehead against yours as his non-existent grip on your cheeks began to increase in the slightest bits of pressure, fearfully trying not to cause any pain in your condition, "You almost left me.... "
Your tears were enough to let him know that it was not your intention to ever leave him as it was never his as well. Your eyes began to focus a bit more and you noticed all of his injuries. You scowled at him as you began raking your eyes all over him, assessing the damage. "You fucking, Beast.... " your voice hoarse from all of the shouting and the pain that had finally caught up to you.
"Right back at you, Sweetheart..." your Marine chuckled painfully as he grunted while situating himself precariously against you and gingerly taking you into his arms. You melted into his embrace.
"How did he get to you?" Smoker quietly spoke as he nuzzled into your neck, content to hear you breathing.
"I'm not exactly sure... one minute I'm in the kitchen talking to my cousin on the transponder snail and the next I'm flying over the ocean in that bastard's grip", you whispered back as you caressed your fingers through his white hair, enjoying the slight growl you solicited from him.
"I want you to move in with me at my post", he adjusted his head so that he was staring into your (e/c) eyes, taking a second to appreciate the light and life behind them.
"Stop looking at me like I'm dead, Baby...", you wrapped your arms around his head gently pulling him closer to your face as you peppered sweet kisses all over his bruised and battered face. You pulled away just enough to trace the scar over his face. "Takes more than Doucheflamingo to get rid of me."
"I'm serious, y/n..." Smoker stops your fingers caressing his face and gently kisses the inside of your palm before placing it on his chest, just above his heart, "Marry me... come be with me, Baby Girl..."
Your smile makes his heart skip a beat as you lean in and kiss him on his lips, once, twice... and the third lingered for good measure. The way the two of you always kissed before being separated for long periods of time. "I'll marry you, Chase... just always come back to me Soldier... that's an order."
"Aye aye..." he chuckled once more before pulling you into another kiss as he settled against your chest and fell asleep to your heartbeat, enamored by your voice saying, "I love you, Chase..."
The pair of you falling into a blissful sleep that was ruined the next morning by the G5 crew and Tashigi panicking trying to find the Vice Admiral only to find him passed out in bed with his lover. "Get the Hell outta here!" Smoker growled as he winced sitting up and trying to cover you as well.
You couldn't help but painfully laugh at the antics and knew that there would never be a dull moment with your soldier and his crew.
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A Heart-Wrenching Betrayal (remade ending)
Pairings: Ethan Landry x Male Reader
A/N; I kinda hated the og ending to my last story so i felt like redooing it. Also i changed the plot just a teeny tiny bit.
Part 1 // Part 2 (og ending) //
A/N; me when i become a ethan fanpage. scream requests r appreciated since im in my scream era
"Watch out-" Kirby yelled, but was quickly cut off after being shot multiple times by officer Bailey. Your eyes widened when Kirby dropped to the floor. You were even more shocked when one of the ghostfaces came up behind Bailey. A second after, the second ghostface came up behind him. "W-what the fuck..?" You spoke, but it was almost a whisper. "You..?" Tara asked in shocked. "Ehh, of course me. Frankly I expected more from the three of you, especially after what you did to us." He spoke, more focused on Tara and Sam. "What do you mean us?" Tara asked confused.
The first ghostface revealed themselves and you felt as if you could have died on the spot. Your heart dropped to your stomach, "Ethan...?" You spoke, his name almost coming out as a whisper. He looked at you with a sense of dread and regret in his eyes, but somehow they were still filled with evil. "Surprise baby, bet you didn't expect to see me here, hm? You know, Mindy was right! It was easy to juke the roommate lottery." His regretful eyes fully turned evil as he looked away from you towards his father.
"What the fuck Ethan? I- I loved you!" Tears ran down your face, "I fucking loved you.." You spoke lowly. You felt Ethans eye's look into your soul but he never said anything. Maybe there was a part of him that regretted the whole thing? Of course not, he wouldn't have done all this if it was purposely to hurt you, right?
"But if it's you two, then that just leaves... Mindy?" Sam questioned, fearing her good friend was behind the killings. The last ghostface revealed themselves. "Quinn?!" You spoke in a shocked tone. "Hey roomies, didn't see that one coming, did you?" she asked, clearly proud of herself. "No because you died!" Tara yelled. "Kinda didn't though.. It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Mindy, stab Gale Weathers." You were in utter shocked. You still couldn't comprehend that your boyfriend & friend were the ghostfaces.. and officer bailey.
"I mean, it was just a little fake blood, a prosthetic.. you'd be surprised with what a grieving father can get away with." Officer Bailey said, proceeding to walk toward the small group.
//time skip to after explanation of richie//
The three had surrounded you, sam, and tara. You thought you would be doomed and gutted by your own boyfriend, but Sam had the bright idea to grab the bricks laying right beside you. Though it wasn't the best weapon ever, it could definitely help you. "You guys ready?" Sam asked, looking back at both you and Tara. You nodded and looked at your boyfriend, "Come on motherfucker!" you yelled and you all charged at the three surrounding you.
You lunged at your boyfriend with the brick in your hand. He dodged your first attack, slicing the side of your arm. You managed to hit him on your second attempt, knocking him to the ground. Blood poured down from his hair, "Guys, over there!" Sam yelled pointing towards the ladder. Sam managed to grab Billy's knife from the ground before the three of you ran towards the ladder, climbing it as quick as possible.
Once you guys made it up the ladder, you guys tried your best to cross the balcony as slow as possible considering it was small. As you made you way across, your foot slipped causing you to fall. Tara and Sam managed to grab your arm before your fell. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" You screamed, holding onto them for dear life. Ethan hadn't made it any easier because he tried grabbing and cutting you from below. "Ethan stop, why are you doing this?! I'm your fucking boyfriend!" You yelled at him, still clutching onto Tara and Sam.
"I need to, M/N! Maybe if it wasn't for your bitch sister I wouldn't be forced to do this!" He yelled back, still trying to grab you.
"Shit, I'm slipping! I don't think I can hold on!" You exclaimed. The blood on your guys' hand made it hard to hold on. "Let me go." You said, already knowing you may fall anyways. "No way, M/N! We aren't letting go!" Sam yelled back. "You have to let me go, Sam!" Sam and Tara heard footsteps from beside Sam and saw Quinn, her knife screeching on the rail as she walked closer to them. "Shit.." Tara mumbled. Luckily you had a plan.
You looked at Sam and then the knife she had on her. she nodded and gave you the knife before Tara and Sam let you go. You fell onto the floor. "Got ya, babe!" Ethan exclaimed, plunging the knife into your stomach. You winced at the pain but no noise came out of you. before he could do anything else, you repeatedly plunged your knife into his stomach. He yelled out in pain, dropping his knife onto the floor.
You pushed him onto the floor before climbing on top of him, lifting your knife in the air. Tears ran down your face as you looked at him. Memories of the two of you together came rushing to your mind as you continued to look at his face. "Do it.. M/N." He said, blood spilling out of his mouth and onto his chin. You nodded your head in disagreement, "No... no, don't- don't make me do this, Ethan.."
You knew he deserved to be killed for all the lives he took but you couldn't get yourself to do it. You didn't want to live with the guilt of knowing you murdered your boyfriend. "I'm so-sorry, M/N. I-...I'm sorry that... that I made you go through this." You lowered your knife before placing your other bloody hand on his cheek. "I-.. regret everything I did but... but you- you have to kill me."
You looked into his eyes with your teary ones, his pleading for you to end it all. "There has to- to be another way! Please Ethan I- I can't kill you. I don't wanna lose you!" You begged, wanting to do anything but kill your boyfriend. "M/N, please..!" His tears rolled onto down his face onto the ground. You nodded, finally giving in to his pleads. You lifted your knife in the air again before this time finally plunging it into his heart. You quickly kissed him one last time. He kissed back, but only for a second as his body came to a stop.
You pulled away from him, now staring at your boyfriends lifeless body, the knife still plunged into him. You cried out more, knowing he was officially gone.
You'd never be able to forgive yourself for killing your boyfriend.
A/N; Let me know if you like this ending more than the other one :D tbh i kinda prefer it more but idk lmk what u guys think. dont forget to send scream requests!
#male reader#male!reader#malereader#ethan landry x male reader#jack champion x male reader#scream x male reader#ethan landry imagine#ethan landry x reader#jack champion x reader#gay#scream x reader#jack champion imagine
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Ok I've been craving some protective Heimdall so hear me out.
Reader is getting harassed by someone and they eventually lay a hand on the reader bruising them pretty badly, Heimdall witnesses this and loses his shit. this could be a headcanon or a one-shot I don't mind
(f you somehow find this and want to write it can the reader please be male I'd really appreciate it) <3
Thank you for requesting! You requested it ages ago, but 'write block' kicked in :|| I'm trying to get back to you guys! Keep in mind that I'm also a slow writer so let me take my time C: As for this - not the best, kinda rushed, but I need to start with something in order to write as much as weeks ago.
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Summary: gender neutral reader is working for Odin and his family, but after getting into relationship with Heimdall they got better job and treatment, but not everyone likes it
Warning: swearing, abuse, killing, very short with not many details, maybe I'll write a one shot for this promp! Heimdall being overprotective
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Since you got officially in relationship with Heimdall something has changed and certain people started to treat you differently
Before you confessed to God of Foresight you were working for Odin as well as for the rest of Aesir and you knew how he was towards others. Despide this you develop feelings towards him and most imporant - eventually get his attention
After you two got together your job slightly changes. It was still work for Odin, but your tasks were different and they treated you better. Maybe that was the flash point for your three 'ex-coworkers'
At first there were only unpleasant comments and strange looks. You heard them gossip about you. It was annoying, but you didn't pay attention to it. You didn't even care when they started insulting you, that was just stupid trash-talk. But you got fed up when they sabotaged your work or even destroyed your stuff. ALWAYS when none was watching. Always when Heimdall wasn't around. You had enough
You decide to confront them and ask what did you do. You were always nice and polite, never refused to help. Nothing changed after Heimdall became your boyfriend. So why? But things turned not the way you would like to. It all happend so fast
"You didn't earn this job! You didn't earn to be treated better! You just fucked that asshole meanwhile we are working hard to be not treated like trash... To fucking survive in this world"
And one of them striked you right in the face. Of cource you could defend yourself, but you didn't understand. You didn't wish to fight them. You fell on the ground. Pain was overcoming your senses, but you could feel your cheek throbs. Everything was blurry, every sound and every person in front of you. A lonely tear ran down your cheek mixing with the blood you didn't even notice
"You motherfuckers"
It was Heimdall. He saw and heard everything. One thing he couldn't understand is how low creatures like them even thought about hurting you. Mentally and physically. His lover, the dearest person in the Nine Realms, you. They made you bleed. It made him furious.
He was striking really fast and most likely very painful. They couldn't touch him nor dodge his attacks so it was safe to say that their lifes were doomed. He was going straight for the kills, it wasn't the first time and just as then none can stop him.
It was the first time you saw Heimdall like that. Full of anger, savage. Was that the true face of the Gods? His true face? You watched the person you love kill those people, one by one. You saw some blood. He swinged his sword and other was down. Someone tasted his godly shoes. They were hopeless like little children lost in the fog.
Were you afraid? Rather not, it was more of a big shock. You didn't want this to happen. A thought cross your mind that that's the price to pay for being close to All-Father and his family.
It ended fast.
You finally got up from the ground covered in mud. Your clothes were fit only to be thrown away, but it wasn't cause for concern. You looked up at Heimdall. He stood with his back turned to you. A single strand of hair fell over his sweaty bloody face. He was panting heavily, his hands clenched into fists and jaw tightened.
"I'm sorry..."
"You are not the one who should be sorry" he said more calmly than you expected.
Your eyes meets his. You wanted to tell him everything, but not a single word could escape your mouth so you just say eveything in mind. More tears appeared on your red cheek. You sobbed quietly.
And then Heimdall took a few steps forward. In a blink of an eye you were in his arms. He rested his chin on your head and you snuggled into his chest. His grip tightened. It was very comforting. You felt safe.
"You should tell me right away when it started. None will rise their hand at you, hear me? None" he said harshly, but he wasn't upset with you. He just wanted to protect you.
"Now let's go. We need a bath and you need a solid rest. Don't worry, you're safe now, sunshine"
Little smiled crawled on your face. You two indeed looked awful. But you weren't sure if bath and sleep would erase everything that happend. It was too much for one day.
#gow#gow ragnarok#god of war#god of war ragnarok#gow x reader#god of wa ragnarok x reader#gow ragnarok x reader#heimdall#heimdall x reader#gow heimdall#gow heimdall x reader
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DECEMBER DRABBLE — 2. Angel Reyes 🌨️
A/N: gif belongs to [user: @pedropcl] now it seems like it’s next to impossible to find decent gifs through the gif search up here especially when it comes to this man. S/o to google this time around! Anyways here I am writing for another angel but the main angel? That I usually write for lol. For once it’s nothing too serious—well kinda…and might actually fit into the drabble category. Let’s pat myself on the back…maybe. I write my AN’s before I actually write the content 😬
S/N: decided to add Dante Torres from Chicago PD into the mix because I have a crush on Benjamin levy Aguilar and loved him in that Netflix series with Veronica mars (she’ll always be Veronica mars sorry y’all lol) and there’s no content on him. He’s only mentioned in this so don’t attack me too much if you read this and I’m new to the Chicago PD series and his character which is why I didn’t write any scenes specifically with him.
Prompt: #24. “Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree.” + #16. “We can’t put this photo in our Christmas card.”
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Angel didn’t like what he was seeing when he pulled up to his house that weekend. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions but he recognized the car that passed him by before he parked his bike next to your car in the driveway. He wasn’t late so he didn’t know why someone else was pulling up to his house uninvited.
And he had something to say about it.
“Yo!” Angel called into the house as he dropped his keys into the dish by the front door.
He stepped into the living room to see you swaying in front of the Christmas tree, joint attached to your full lips. Angel almost got distracted by the way your ass filled out those gym pants but he was on a mission. Then he picked up on the music full of Afro-Beats, which meant you were in a good mood and something inside of him provoked him to disrupt that.
Angel licked his bottom lip, getting one last look before he lightly touched your upper back to get your attention. And what did he do that for? You slightly jumped and spun to aim a high kick at your attacker, who you didnt recognize as Angel at the start.
Thankfully he dodged your long leg and called out to you, “whoa! Aye, querida. Relax! It’s just me.”
“Angel?! What are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” You muttered around the joint as you exhaled.
Angel sucked his teeth, “I called out to you as soon as walked in the door.”
“I’m having a jam session right now, you know I don’t hear nothing when I’m dancing.” You wiggled your hips and held out the joint to the man who plucked it from your hands.
He took a hit and deeply exhaled as you carried on, spinning around him while he lightly shook his head.
It was time to get down to business.
“Whatchu do all day? Have anybody over?”
“Mmm nope. Spent the day doing a wash and go, listening to music, and putting the tree up. Now I get to relax.” You told your boyfriend while you continued dancing.
Angel called out to alexa to stop the music, shutting it off much to your annoyance. You held your hands out silently asking what he did that for and awaited a response from the party crasher.
“I saw a car on my way coming in. The same car that pulled up to the club once before…you know anything about that?”
Why would you? Your poked your head out in confusion and rolled your hands, “just spit it out already Angel, you’re getting on my nerves trying to play the accusing game.”
“Are you cheating on me with that egghead oink oink motherfucker? D’Angelo?”
A laugh couldn’t help but to burst out at Angel’s description but the look on his face was anything but humor.
“You mean Dante?” You asked, turning back to the couch in search of the remote.
Angel waved his hand around, still holding onto your joint, “whatever his name is. Are you sleeping with him?”
“I don’t cheat on people I claim to love. I don’t move like that and you know it so stop insulting me.” A heated stare went his way and Angel felt himself having to take a deep breath.
Of course he knew that. That was his own insecurities and previous actions getting in the way. He knew you were solid and would never, you already warned him if that’s something he did or even thought about when it came to your relationship then it was automatically a wrap. You had such power about you, like it seemed like nothing could hurt you, like you were invincible and it was incredible to watch. Angel didn’t want to be the one to fuck with that, not purposely.
And he really did care for you, which is why he didn’t want to believe that you could cheat on him. However he knew that you could just get up and leave whenever you wanted and that thought alone scared him. He never felt that way more than once before.
You didn’t need him and he knew that. Yet you still showed him love in a way that he wasn’t used to. You were patient but firm, which is why you weren’t raising your voice at his foolish accusations.
“I—I’m sorry but he was here right? I’m not completely bugging, I know that much.”
Plopping down on the edge of the couch you waved the remote around as you briefly thought about it, “…yeah he was. He stopped by for a minute, he didn’t come in out of respect for me.”
Angel huffed, “respect for you? What about me? He don’t pay no bills around here, he should be asking my permission to be anywhere near you.”
Sighing you said, “he doesn’t need your ‘permission’ to be around me. He’s my friend and been my friend since we were teens. Also you don’t know if he was here because of whatever case he’s working on and before you get paranoid it has nothing to do with you or the club. I would let you know that. Do you see me on your dick about the bartenders you used to mess around with? Now no. So stop your bitching and lift me up so I can put the star on the tree.”
Angel took a long drag from the joint at your words. He didn’t know who you thought you were talking to but he liked it.
“Why don’t you call the egghead back over here and he could do the work,” Angel mocked, “you already put the tree up without me.”
“You told me it was fine! Every time we planned to do it during the weekend you got called into the club. I asked you not once but thrice so don’t start, angel.” You scowled, getting to your feet and pulling your gym pants further up your waist.
Sighing Angel leaned over you, placing the joint into the dish to hold for him. He stood in front of you who peered up at him with raised brows. His hands massaged the sides of your neck before trailing up to rest against your cheeks, his hands were always rough but cool thanks to the rings that decorated his fingers.
“Love you lots you know,” he started, making you roll your eyes, “no for real, listen I do. It’s just that im fully aware I got the full package here and I don’t want nobody getting in between that. Especially no fed that your friends with…I dunno what it is with you and my fucken brother being friends with the opps.”
You sent a jab to the man’s abdomen who winced as you said, “don’t talk about franky like that, you know that’s family.”
“Oh shit, I keep forgetting.”
“Yeah, I don’t see why after everything he’s done.”
Angel made a chirping movement with his hand and stepped back before you could fight him some more, “don’t expect me to be friendly with egghead Da Vinci either.”
“I don’t think he wants to be your friend anyways.” You answered, making Angel furrow his brows as he began removing his vest.
He tossed it on the couch as he exasperates, “why? What his ass say? I’ll fuck him up.”
Laughing to yourself you shook your head, not instigating anything further. You knew Dante scooped Angel out because he cared about your well-being and didn’t think the man was good enough for you. It was always like that when you started dating but Dante also knew you would do whatever you felt like doing no matter what someone had to say.
You always had a mind of your own.
Yet Dante Torres was diligent and rebellious and and that didn’t change when it came to you, his best friend.
Dante also knew the boundaries he had to respect out of the sake your relationship but that didn’t mean he had to like Angel Reyes. At the end of the day he had a job to do and when he was ready he could take down the whole club if he really wanted to. However he was leaving to Chicago for a couple of weeks and he just knew something would go down without him even prying.
“And then you’ll be in jail for assaulting a cop and that’s a hard charge to get out of.” You let out a low-whistle, remembering a family member who took that route in his early twenties and just got out at the age of thirty-four last year.
Angel scoffed but said nothing more not wanting to waste anymore breath on some guy that didn’t matter to him. Instead he searched the empty box for the crown that was your star for the tree and held it in between his teeth. While he did that you decided to turn the music back on, just in time for Angel to grip you by the waist to face him. He then pulled you around to be in front of him, you glancing back at him in question as he motioned for you.
“You know what to do, spread ‘em.”
“Ask nicely.”
Angel gave you a look making you laugh as you got into a jumping Jack pose without the jumping. Angel fixed the crown back between his lips before he crouched down in between your legs. Once his neck was in between your legs, he kept a tight grip on your legs before he lifted you up into the air.
“So this is what it’s like being seven feet tall?” You asked as Angel carried you over to the tree.
Reaching downwards you gently took the crown from his mouth and reached upwards. Angel’s hands tightened on your upper thighs as he leaned towards the tree more, eyeing as you slipped the crown right on top of the very decorative tree.
“Tree looks nice as fuck, Querida. How long it take you?” Angel used one hand to touch one the rose gold ribbons you had wrapped in it.
“Thank you, baby.” You beamed, knuckles now pressed into your hips as you admired your work, “I actually started on Friday, getting everything from the basement, mom came over on Saturday then she pissed me off trying to dictate how it should look as if she didn’t decorate her tree and my sister’s tree already. And I just finished today. It’s perfect.”
Angel chuckled to himself. He knew how your mom could be, she was a interior decorator herself so it only made since that she wanted to take over the whole process. Now angel was really kicking himself from missing out on this, you lost your cool whenever it came to your mom despite the love you had for her. Yet your mother is very stubborn and sensitive wrapped into one. He tried to question how your dad handled a woman like her but he knew your dad wasn’t rocking with him like that.
“Ah it is.” Angel began to crouch, making you grip for something as he began to do some squats.
“This what we doing?”
“I missed the entire weekend to work out, let me have this. Count for me?” Angel encouraged while you held on tighter.
The man slowly took working out seriously through persuasion of you. Also working as a phlebotomist encouraged you to take not only your health but others around you seriously. You always found health class and physiology interesting so it was no surprise to your family and friends that you got into this field.
And so you did, getting to fifty before Angel decided to call it quits.
“You did great,” you mentioned as Angel took the time to focus on slowing his breathing.
Once he did, he lowered you down to the ground with a nice slap to your ass of course.
“Thanks for being my weight and letting me in between those thighs.”
“Oh, shut up.” You playfully shoved the man, who laughed yanking you to his slightly sweaty frame to pepper your face with kisses.
Later…Angel sat at the kitchen table, eating the Sunday dinner you prepared while your eyes went over a series of photos on your laptop.
“Angel, what is this?”
Angel stopped chewing the lamb and peered over at you, “what?”
“Why did you move these into the possible Christmas card options?” You spun the laptop around to face the dark haired man who smirked at the image.
Angel continued eating, “What’s wrong with it?”
“Angel…” you exhaled and rested your fingertips against your forehead, “Our reenactment of Janet Jackson’s rolling stone cover and her ex husband with your hands on my breasts and you in a Santa hat is not appropriate to send to my granny or my parents. We can’t put this photo in our Christmas card.”
Angel shrugged his shoulders, “why not, it’s art? It’s Christmas, it’s supposed to be happy.”
“Would you like me sending this to pop?” You quizzed.
Angel pretended to think about it, “he wouldn’t keep it anyways and would probably call me up to yell at me about it. I’d love to see the look on his face though. We look sexy, what’s the problem?”
“These were for our eyes only. For fun.”
“Which is what Christmas is all about.”
“I thought it was about celebrating the birth of Jesus?”
“Fuck if I know, I was raised catholic.”
Your eyes instantly went to Angel’s who met your stare. He laughed to himself, “I know how that sounds, be quiet.”
Grabbing the computer back you shook your head at the unbelievable man. Scrunching up your nose, you lifted your glasses further up the bridge of your nose as you clicked onto the next set of photos.
Angel licked his fingers, finishing off his food before he patted his belly. “Here’s an idea, why don’t you send that one to your old homeboy? Maybe he’ll get the message to stop coming around when I’m not here.”
“I’m not doing that to feed your ego.” You easily responded, eyes trained on your screen.
Angel got up from the table to place his items into the sink. He actually took the time to wash them to place into the rack. Once finished he walked over to you, leaning over to see what other photos you were looking at. You took a good thirty photos together so there had to be something in there that was satisfactory in your eyes.
He didn’t really care to be honest, “Whatever you pick will be cute as shit that your granny will keep pushing for us to give her a great-grand baby.”
Almost gagging you shuddered at the thought. Being pregnant terrified you, sure babies were cute and everything but the whole process of carrying and actually giving birth did not sound like a 10/10. You’ve watched enough horror stories and heard enough horror stories to know that’s not exactly what you wanted right now. Or ever? Of course that could always change but the full discussion of children with Angel made you uneasy.
He already had a son and previously lost a son, which didn’t sit right with you, however it was none of your business. Although, you didn’t exactly enjoy the idea of possibly raising a child with a man that was hardly there…but that was not a conversation that you wanted to have tonight.
If Angel picked up on this, he chose not to say anything about it when you know he could have. Instead he just placed a kiss on your temple, his beard briefly scratching at your skin before he left your side, saying he was off to take a shower and leave you alone with your final decisions.
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Continue along with my anthology December prompts here.
#mayans mc fx#mayans mc s4#mayans mc x reader#Angel Reyes#angel reyes x black!reader#Ez Reyes#felipe reyes#clayton cardenas#dante torres#Dante Torres x reader#chicago pd#chicago pd x reader#december dialogue list#december prompts#winter prompts#winter dialogue list#queued
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ALRIGHT, LAST IDEA.
WHAT IF DEVON FOUGHT AGAINST A POSSESSED-BY-CHUCKY ANDY??
Okay, Devon knew he was fucked.
Like, royally fucked. Somehow, someway, Chucky managed to possess Andy and ruin the trio's chances of having a normal summer. Andy, somehow, got access to a sword while Devon didn't have any weapons. Hell, all he was wearing was a pair of swim-shorts, sandals and the popsicle stick in his mouth from just being in the pool at the hotel they were staying at.
"You still don't know who I am?" Andy asked, a smile on his face.
Devon scoffed. "I'm not an idiot, and you're Chucky." He spoke. "So, you don't only go after possessing underaged teens like the creep you are."
"No, of course not." Andy said. "And I don't think you have ANY right to call someone a creep when you, are a pervert yourself."
Devon frowned. "Don't try to bring my personal shit into this. None of that matters!"
"Well, I guess you do have a point. What only matters is me killing you." Andy said, making Devon hold back a laugh.
"Really? Try it then."
That's when the fight really began. Andy swung the sword, Devon easily dodging. Then he swung again, and again and again, Devon using simple dodging techniques and ending up behind the man, taking the popsicle stick out of his mouth and flicking it on the floor.
Chucky scoffed, before swinging the sword again, Devon dodging and ending up behind the man again, kicking his sandals off, one foot in front of the other, hands up. But that didn't stop the other as he swung again, eventually leading Devon to start running. The place they were at was too small for him to actually fight the man.
Where would he go, though? Which place has the most space?
That's when it clicked. Going upstairs and dodging the occasional swing or thrust of the sword, Devon ran into one of the adult's bars, which thankfully - no one was rarely in.
Even while in the bar, Devon kept his same moves. Weaving and dodging, dodging and weaving. Now, he stood on a couch, still dodging before grabbing the man's shoulder and jumping, pushing Chucky on the couch in the process and landing on his feet.
It was a temporary setback, but Chucky got back up, almost immediately. He came swinging again, and Devon grabbed a small coffee table, which the man cut through that.
He got up, still dodging as Chucky's attacks grew relentless, kicking him when Devon least expected it. Thankfully, Devon dodged but it led him to getting knocked into the bar, setting off flickering and bright party lights.
Even in the flickering, Devon could see the man smirking. "Hey, I gotta give you credit when credit is due, Dev. You're actually not bad, not bad at all." He complimented, but Devon couldn't help but rolling his eyes.
"Say, what'd you do before this?" He asked.
Devon paused, before deciding to answer. "I was a podcast host. I still am."
Chucky tilted his head, as Devon got into a similar fighting stance. "Well? Bring it, doll."
It was complete silence, before Chucky charged in, Devon once again dodging the swing and hitting the man twice in his stomach, staggering Chucky back.
But unfortunately, that possessing motherfucker just didn't know when to quit. But then, he looked at Devon's forearm, a smile on his face. Devon looked down, seeing the open wound.
Chucky managed to cut him.
Devon knew he had to disarm him, one way or another. So when Chucky just charged it, it was almost perfect. Clearly he knew how to use a sword, but not as well as Devon originally thought.
That's when the real combat began.
When Chucky charged it, Devon grabbed his wrist, setting in down on the floor, harshly. But Chucky could see was he was doing, grabbing the back of the boy's neck and spun them around, but Devon managed to kick the sword across the room last minute.
As expected, Chucky immediately went for the sword, feeling arms wrap around his neck as Devon at the very least tried to weaken him. Obviously, compared to a grown man, Devon had a disadvantage.
It led to the 17-year-old constantly blocking hit from behind the other, and just as Chucky was about to turn around, Devon jumped and kicked him in his chest, again, staggering him back..
Chucky had to admit, Devon was good. Better than he thought he was. He had taken Jake for someone who knew how to fight, but Devon? The twink?
He looked around, seeing discarded glass bottles.
Well, this just got easier.
Quickly, he got up and starting throwing them, left and right, not even for real aiming at Devon. When it came to dodging techniques, and strength, Chucky would say Devon was better than most boxers his age. Not to mention his punches felt like he was fighting a grown ass man.
Devon dodged, trying his best not to get hit, when Chucky just stopped, looking at his work. There was only a small circle of clear floor, the rest of it was glass. If Devon tried to fight, he would most likely step on it, weakening his fighting abilities and Chucky would kill him.
In short, Chucky set a trap, and Devon was a dumbass and walked into it. He could see the smirk on his face, the man being the only one wearing shoes as he picked up his sword.
"Let me guess, I bet you were one of those guys who constantly got into fights as a kid, aren't ya?" He asked.
"Maybe. Maybe not" Devon responded. "But, enough about me. Why don't you tell me something about you? About your past."
Chucky chuckled. "That's the thing Devon," He began. "Unlike most killers, I don't have a sobstory. I...don't have a past."
One second.
Two seconds.
That's when Devon started laughing, almost doubling over and laughing, loudly. It took him a while to get his composure back, as Chucky just looked at him unamused.
"Ah-hah. I'm sorry, really, I am." He apologized, wiping a tear from his eye. "It's just...now I think I finally get it." Devon began. "I guess, I hate to admit, but we're similar like that. We both despise or don't care for our pasts. You've completely turned your back on yours, as I have. But fuck that, now that's being a coward."
Chucky almost laughed. "What? Gonna start a therapy session now?"
"Nope. I'm gonna be honest," He began. "All this time, I've let you have control over me. Because you knew my past, you knew I was dangerously talented. And you used that, because you knew I was afraid of the people I loved leaving me because of it. You refuse to acknowledge your past, but me...I have no choice but to embrace mine. Accept what happened, what I did. Accept...me, I guess."
Chucky just laughed.
Devon took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He spread his feet apart, hands up and open to take anything. 'I'm staying calm,' He thought. 'Just like you taught me, Mom.'
He didn't care that he was opening himself to attack, or just relying on instinct. This was acceptance, this was bravery. As Chucky charged, Devon only turned his head, dodging the sword before disarming the man and elbowing him in the neck.
This is when he opened his eyes.
Quickly, he kicked the man in his chest and onto the ground. And with a grunt, quickly non-mercifully punched him, knocking both Chucky and Andy out cold.
"I didn't hesitate," he said out loud. "Just like you told me, Dad."
Thoughts?
Holy shit, I love this!!
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Character Trailer ONE; black Ash ( Top songs to listen too; hppe of morning by icon for hire, Off with her head by icon for hire and Hayloft II by Mother mother)
Around the evening, loud music through headphones can be heard revealing a person black and white monokuma hoodie with hood up and monokuma sunglasses on reading a comic book. The male groaned, " Seriously, they die in the end? Tsk predictable" he put the book back " that's why I'll never believe in fairy tales and happy endings" he stretch walking away " yo shop keeps I'll be leaving now" he motion goodbye to Tuckson before walking out to began until a voice in his head rang " kid.." it echoed, making the goth sigh unamused." Yes, marcus?" He looks down, watching a symbiote coming out looking at him with blood ruby eyes glowing." I'm sensing danger. Be careful, " marcus warned .aking Anthony sniff the air. " Huh.. two different grimms? Lucky day for us.. two " Anthony smirk." MOONSSOUL I SUMMON YOU!!!" He yelled as marcus turned into Anthony's famous scythe, which was swung around dramatically before stabbing into the ground as the silver eyes datted around." ok bastards..where are you?" He mumbled, only for blood red smoke appearing. "Poppy smoke?" Marcus asks." No. This isn't a horror game, marcus. This is just a red fog to throw us off our game, " Anthony answered, growling until they heard cackling." wendigo?" Marcus asked " wendigo" Anthony growl only for the Grimm to punch the ground right after the goth jump up kicking its face and landed on his feet switching his weapon with a thompason gun shooting fire bullets. The grim dodges and begin begin begin to mimic its last kills voice. " HELP ME!!!" The creature screams. Anthony rolled his eyes, annoyed. " Yep." He growls before running directly towards it to try beheading it. The creature moves swung its claws, hitting Anthony. " ACK!!" He hit the tree " fuck" he said breathlessly in pain " my back-" he said getting up tiredly then growl at the creature then eyes widen and frozen " what the fuck" he mumbled seeing the second Grimm growling and hissing " a hydra!?" Both Marcus and Anthony's spoke shocked at the Sametime until one of the heads shot out electricity." SHIT!!" Anthony dodged the attack, then dodged the wendigos claws "oh son of a bitch" he panted " this isn't good. Hey marcus?" " yeah kid?" " scan the threat while I fight these motherfuckers" Anthony ordered as the scythe's eye blink then look at Anthony " deal" marcus agreed making Anthony nodded and jump up in front of the moon and spun around holding his scythe trying to hit the wendigo first only to get blocked "hm. Not bad." " don't praise the Grimm anthony!!" Marcus demanded before the wendigo threw them..again but this time with an advantage Anthony used a camouflage in the snow attack dodging the electricity of course until the hydra smoke grew stronger making Anthony cough failing to camouflage " the..fuck?" He wheezed " Kizzzzz" the voice faded away leaving a terrible ring in Anthony's ears. " ow.." the goth mumbled looking around only to froze seeing a blood hair male " will?.." he said softly " do you regret it?" The blond ask " regret what babe?" Anthony smile " leaving me to die. Like the pathetic worm.you are" Anthony froze hearing will saying something out of character. Just as the goth open his mouth the wendigo fist appeared punching him knocking him down and out of the hallucinations " ow fuck!" Anthony yelp. " your welcome " Marcus scolled turn his arm to q scythe blade. Anthony grunted " thanks...so the level threat?" " honestly not that bad" marcus noted. Anthony stop blink stared down " you're deadhead threatened the weapon "been there done that NOW FOCUS!!" Marcus hissed watching the first grim charge at them "THE HEART STAB THEN BURN THE FUCKER DOWN!!" Marcus yelled and of course Anthony did JUST that. One Grimm down one more to go. Anthony groaned "shoot me" he mumbled now to figure out wtf to do with the hydra and just as he slashed the title shows up implications that the trailer ends
D A W M
After the credits role a small panting noise was made as the screen shows a stressed Anthony manage to defeat the hydra until he heard footsteps and a mysterious familiar voice " well,well well. That's a fight I hadn't seen in a long time " the voice chuckle. Anthony turned around seeing a tall ginger man with his accompliss with him "Roman..Neo..hey"
The screen turns black revealing all in a glowing red
COMING SOON...
#anthony kurosaki#will grossman#creeps comic#william grossman#multiverse oc#rwby#mercury black#frankie the undead#dawm#laughing jack#duncanyumedawm#roman torchwick#neopolitan#marcus black rwby
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HUGE fan of Naoto's shadow. The childishness of it, the big chunky ray guys, the jet wings, the racing stripes.
Naoto keeps being told he's so mature for his age, and it's very obvious that it comes from taking every youthful impulse and crushing it down into a little box until it reaches critical mass and explodes.
Also, this fight was pitifully easy lmao. Either I'm overleveled or the game was not prepared for me to bring in Kanji, who hits like a motherfucking truck. Also Yosuke now dodges like 90% of attacks and I have no idea how he's doing that but it's great.
hoooooly shit this is so affecting. gold star performance form the VA. the sniffly loneliness of the shadow is so good. i want to hug them.
KANJI THAT'S SWEET OF YOU BUT HE'S GOT A POINT, OKAY?
Naoto's gender is "detective" basically.
asldkjflskdf OMG THE PERSONA IS SO TINY EEEEEEEEEEEE ITS SO CUTE uwu
I KNEW IT WAS PART OF YOUR PLAN YOU LIL SHIT
also god i really need to contend with how to refer to Naoto. so far i just don't know enough about how they feel about their gender to just swap to "she", and BELIEVE ME, the way the game is doing it is giving me fucking agida, since I am looking through my screencaps and lemme tell you, Naoto doesn't indicate that's cool with them.
So yeah, I think I answered my own question there. Naoto is gonna be "them" in my mental narrative until further notice. Certainly until I know more about how they feel about all this.
I'm just saying, dude, if being a girl is a prison and being a boy is a slow poison, maybe opt out of both? That's what I'd do, pal.
back home, Adachi is drunk???? Why are you here. Why are you drunk? I spoke to him on the way to find Naoto and he didn't seem terribly concerned about the disappearance.
oh so dojima knows too. I wonder what his motivation is for not speaking up. He also, upon our return from Iwatodai, asked Reverie to befriend Naoto and indicated things were rough for them. So he's sympathetic to the ace detective's ideas about the case too.
(man even writing "them" is really hard. this whole situation sucks lmao. thanks persona. I might use they/he? nothing fits right.)
I wish I could record clips because. There is something about this line read that made me stop and just stare at the screen for a bit... Adachi really really does give me Ryoji vibes, as in intense "I cannot trust you" vibes. But I'll get into that some more next post, as I did hit Rank 6 on his SLink, which is apparently the final rank????
ALSO THERE IS A WEIRD MOMENT THAT I LITERALLY CANNOT CATCH WITH A SCREENCAP. While Dojima is in the room, Adachi is doing the swaying drunkenly thing that Yukiko and Rise did too when they were "drunk" at the party. But like the moment Dojima leaves?
He stops swaying.
/lifts eyebrow
WITH THAT, I FINISHED NAOTO'S DUNGEON ON THE FIRST DAY. I gave the fox so much yen and just kept powering thru. SINCE THEN, I HAVE MAXED OUT KANJI AND YUKIKO! And I made a lot of progress on others. I'll summarize that later, it is almost midnight.
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What have I always been writing from the I started this blog? X readers? Yes but no. Fluff. I’m talking about fluff here.
And what’s the opposite of fluff? Angst.
Today, I will be writing some angst.
Bakugo x Fem!reader
Prompt: After getting seriously injured during a fight, reader was unconscious, and your husband (Bakugo) got depressed.
Warning: Swearing
Authors note: This was so sad. I tried making this not too emotional. Will the reader wake up? We will have to wait and see.
Without further ado, get some tissues and enjoy!
I’ll always be by your side, no matter what.
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That day was a regular day. What do I mean by regular? You and Dynamite fighting a villain.
You guys were the best hero duo in Japan that would stop a villain in under five minutes.
Little did you guys know, you would both have lost that streak soon.
You managed to land a few powerful hits on the villain, dodging a few attacks from the villain afterwards. The fight was going well.
That was until the villain was landing a sudden attack on Dynamite.
Without thinking about it, your body responded before you could actually think. You dived in, pushing him aside and getting jabbed instead.
Poison? Oh fuck. That was your one weakness.
You were falling towards the ground thinking that would be the end of you.
Just then, you felt a pair of strong arms carrying out of harms way.
You could not feel your arms, nor your legs. We’re you dying? No, you could still breathe. You could still hear the noises on the background.
“Y/n, please don’t die on me. We still have our lives to spend together.”
“Bakugo…” You managed to mumble out despite your condition.
Your vision got blurry and you began to black out.
He placed you on some fallen debris, before turning back and fighting with all his strength power. You could hear him yell at the stop of his lungs.
“THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR ATTACKING MY WIFE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”
He won, but was not celebrating. He lifted you up and carried you before heading to the nearest hospital.
By the time you both got to the hospital, you could only hear mumbling on the background.
You could feel yourself lying in a bed while still moving in a rather quick pace.
“Patient is stabbed with a sharp object, take them to the operation room.” You could hear one of the medics say.
People who recognised your husband were crowding around him, blocking his path.
“Mr Dynamite sir, can I ask you a few questions?” One of the reporters blocking him asked.
Really not the best time to approach him, you would have said something if you could move your mouth. The poison is still affecting you.
The noises you heard got softer and softer, losing all your senses and not knowing what would happen next.
You were in a hospital bed. The good news is that the poison was not in affect anymore and they removed the sharp object from your body.
However, the bad news is that you were unconscious for quite some time.
When Bakugo first heard the news, he broke down, knowing that he would be alone for quite some time.
He would have to cry himself to sleep every night, while staring at the empty side of the shared bed you would sleep in every night with him.
Even Kirishima could not cheer him up.
All he would do is lie in bed most of the time, or go to the gym. At least he is still watching his figure.
He visited you every day because he wanted to apologise for being not aware and not blocking the attack himself. He feels so stupid for that.
Timeskip: Eight months later. He was visiting you when a miracle happened.
“I’m sorry love. I should be the one in that hospital bed. It’s my fault for being in danger. I’m sorry, I hope you can forgive me.” Bakugo sighed.
Your eyes opened, having to blink a few times to see your surroundings clearly. Your eyes met with a popcorn ceiling. (popcorn ceilings suck)
You looked around, and recognised where you were. You then remembered the events that happened before.
You smiled, knowing that your lover was in the same room as you were.
“Bakugo?”
His eyes widened in surprise. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he ran to the bed and hugged you.
“Y/n! I missed you.”
“I missed you too, I’m sorry I have been away for a while.”
He grinned from ear to ear.
“If this happens again I will kill you, conscious or unconscious you dumbass.”
“Okay, asshole.”
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What do you think? Added some fluff at the end to lighten the mood.
Have a good day!
Bye!
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are you a
"the boss hit us with a curse to only speak in song are you fucking kidding me i hope it dont last long maybe this thing can stop it dude flick that is a bong the boss has gone petrified ive seen this all before hes trapped in his own mind cant control curses no more youll have to go inside its just like challenge four god what is this now i have a big plow were getting hit with a curse storm i am the magical banana now i am just an ornana yes im back to my fursona am i that dumb bitch from persona how many times have we killed dogma guys im being pulled into the sun augh i think the storms over for now flick you gotta do something sure when i went into runes mind i used this here shrink ray it worked wonders last time so ill use it here today i just grew up thrice my size much to my dismay radmar surely you have a device to help with this i did but it got sucked up by that pc vortex biz maybe one of his curses will get us out of this i must naenae made you birthday cake its not his birthday thanks rdj i am yassified what a motherfucker gotta do for a high five hey guys my name is mindy xd still sunbound and its getting windy dodging all of these explosions your next curse is to be a fusion and just like that i found a way inside of runesters brain when youre fused together your thoughts are all the same so ive won this challenge and im farther in the game"
kinda person or a
"storage is back the timewarping crate youre the host with the most but you cant get a date so desperate for love you asked everyone out and then got it with somebody that you once hated youre rune but you never spit no ciphers goes to show youre nothing but a shit no lifer when people smoke weed you narc and call the cops youre tempos more jank than my fucking hitbox youre a dumbass and you suck so much i am good at gaming i love league of legends youre the worst competitor ive ever seen maybe you should go and join the dream smp i can rap even faster than a car ill end you six times call that a twelve bar got eliminated once theres no one deader html5 javascript header hold on before i start my verse i just wanna give a quick shoutout to my main mom momino mominos just a nickname her full name is mammacita g ino shes from philly she lives at 9 chickweed lane postal code g4f 9jo house is painted on blue on the outside you cant miss it love you mom alright time to start my verse were domino and were awesome turn up the mic im on the attack i got the gold medals that these bitches lack so if you wanna step in my bullion vaults youre gonna be hit with a billion volts im obelisk and im here to say i first appeared in challenge 8 i am one of runes siblings i do declare i am tall and made of stone so there extending the battle to new heights fermata how do i do it its simple i gotta marker whos the best rapper weve shown fermata makes the best rap battles owned its me firey sr i forget my line sorry rune i heard you rap faster than cars shitting on the mic i call that chocolate bars its about drive its about power we stay hungry we devour put in the work put in the hours and take whats ours dig up diamonds and craft those diamonds and make some armor get it baby go and forge that like you so mlg pro the swords made of diamonds so come at me bro huh training in your room under the torchlight hone that form to get you ready for the big fight"
kinda person... be honest
#runes immature party#rip camp#sure ill tag it#next tags are just sorting stuff for this blog sorry.#rip1#flick entries#storage entries#sorry this is nearly incomprehensible i typed the lyrics like that on purpose#for anyone wondering these are flick entry 15 and storage entry 14
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One thing I don't think I have said here before is how much YouTube and "content creators" is vexing me when it comes to game balancing and game reviewing.
Overall, I have 0 problem with random bloke going like "I played [X] and here are my thoughts". That's fair, I wish I knew enough editing software to be him, slay King or whatever heteros say. But when you have Mister Big Brain going with his unsolicited worst steaming hot garbage take on a game genra he never played before, I about to flip fucking tables.
When this happens (or situation akin to this; like uneducated hoes going on tiktok sharing 'psychological' advice, with sources from FUTA) I'm always like; hey do you see me making videos on quantum physics? No? Because I don't know anything about quantum physics. And neither do you when it comes to ARPGs, so, how about you shut the fuck up before somebody takes your 6 milion views video seriously?
And I really want to explain this as calmly as possible. Again there ain't nothing wrong with Filip age 25 making silly little video talking about experience playing Sekiro. His video will probably reach like 100k people at best and he's transparent on his status as strictly non-souls-like player. But then you have Arthur age 25 making 10:01 long video, securing that sexy sexy ad revenue, making same point 5 times because he literally has nothing to talk about, clickabait all over the goddamn place being like "this game is garbage!". And when asked how often he does play arpg games, because his complaints are about most common aspects of dungeon crawler arpgs, he's like "well, shut the fuck up". Like, my bitch. You should have just sat there and ate your damn food but no. Gotta get involved in shit that doesn't concern you. Happy 6 miliom views and engagement from hidden dislikes you absolute shit peddler.
I don't speak out about high brow cinema masterpieces or whatever because I know little about criticising movies for their shots or music choices. I don't talk about wine tasting because for me all wine taste like piss and I cannot be asked to taste 9000 years old wine for sublime taste and aroma or whatever the fuck. But I can go on for 30 minutes talking about my favourite games and the genres they fit because I have hundred hours of different experiences racked up. I also have some idea about meta and how balancing works, so I can make some accurate remarks for changes.
It pisses me off because sometimes critism that is done super loudly and in the most obnoxious way possible, is being taken seriously and implemented but the actual problems and fixed are being misread and considered as "unpopular" opinions and go under the radar.
Like, Arthur nobody cares you've been one shot because you don't have fingers and eye to hand coordination and cannot dodge attack that is being delayed for an hour, please go kill yourself and stop making these motherfucking unfunny memes, I swear to Gods.
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BBS Dialogue Prompts #187
BBS Dialogue & Sentence Starter Prompts: [ 8 ]
SMII7Y
After all this time, the hammer finally gets some victims.
I think we just go up.
Somebody fuck that motherfucker up.
Stop trying to fuck me up, that’s my job.
Do you need help? It looks like you need help...I’ll help.
And my job is done, time to go.
Sorry...oh, not really though.
I didn’t think I could stab like that.
I appeared to have just murdered three people for no reason.
I don’t like people on horses.
It just came with the car, I bought it off EBay.
I’m sorry I made you walk!
I’m just going to keep you around 24/7.
If they come back around, tell them you were driving.
Good boy, I’m gonna go hide.
This is a great spot for a photo.
I don’t know if I signed up for this exactly.
Drop the toxicity.
God, I’m going to kiss you on the mouth!
Bro, kiss me.
MOO
What are you doing, stop!
I can see his truck from here.
I found it, I found the room.
Are you freaking kidding me!
Everything we dreamed of.
Yeah, that’s cool…
You just stole my joke.
I thought that one was dead.
I’m good with anything.
I won the practice one!
KRYOZ
Throw it away, love is cringe.
Who’s breaking fucking glass?
What do you mean it’s the wrong one?
What do you mean, you dumb fuck?
Did you see how close I was there, though.
I wanted to do it the same way.
What’s happening to me?
Shut up, literally shut the fuck up.
You missed, just reset.
We all did it at the same time.
H2ODELIRIOUS
I can stab and attack.
Oh my God, spikes.
How am I supposed to dodge that?
Back away, heathen!
That son-of-a-bitch tried to eat me.
Why is this a thing?
I don’t desperately need it.
You can’t let games defeat you.
Oh no, we’re being chased!
Do you think I don't see you.
ELILIKESRICE
I did not agree to getting stepped on.
Just get in the room.
I’m just going to run.
I don’t have anything to heal.
Is there a way out of here?
You don't need that cover.
Woah, woah, we have a runner!
I feared for my life.
He's got a gun.
How did he not die?
BYZE
You brought the devil with you tonight.
It’s something I cooked up.
I really need to organize these files.
I'm coming up, I want some smooches too!
They did it once and never again.
Oh, that didn't take him long to find, did it?
Why does it sound like someone’s hitting a bong, what’s that noise?
He’s talking to all three of us.
I want to see the tips!
I've seem them twice, but I want to see them again.
VANOSSGAMING
I did accidentally teleport.
That’s right, bitch, don’t you dare.
Give us some nice energy!
Oh, you are so close to dying though.
There’s so many.
Well, it could be worse.
That little bitch, he’s laughing at us.
What could it possibly give us?
I don’t know where we’re going.
At least stick around until his death.
WILDCAT
He hit the ground and died.
Well, he’s fucking dead now.
Yeah, I don’t care.
Oh, the one way over there.
Why do these guys hate us so much?
Let us have our fun, you fuckers.
I just saw it hit the ground.
I just Magnum’d him out of the sky.
I don’t know, but you killed six or seven.
Look out for the birds.
#banana bus squad#bbs#banana bus squad prompts#bbs prompts#smii7y#moo snuckel#kryoz#h2odelirious#elilikesrice#byze#vanossgaming#i am wildcat#prompts#tw swearing#dialogue prompts#sentence starter prompts#rpf#rpf prompts#text#words
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Welcome to S.U.I.T.S: Initiation By Fire
TERRAN 11 - THE RED LADY
"Kobayashi?" Kumiko exclaimed, her voice filled with desperation. "Please stay with me, Kobayashi!" She weakly slapped Issei's face in an attempt to wake him up, but it was futile as he succumbed to his injuries. "Don't leave me, Kobayashi." With her bloodied hand, Kumiko gently cradled his injured face and leaned closer. She pressed her forehead against his and softly kissed him. "I love you, Issei."
Suddenly, a hooded figure leapt off the rooftop and headed towards them. It let out a maniacal laugh and declared, "That boy belongs to me!"
Tears streamed down Kumiko's cheeks as she stared fiercely at the mysterious figure wearing a hood. She raised her arm defiantly and shouted with anger, "Come here!" In one smooth motion, she unleashed her extraordinary power. "First Earth: Wooden Spike!" Four wooden tendrils emerged from beneath the ground, coiling around her arm before forcefully shooting upwards into the sky. Her tail successfully wrapped around the hooded figure while her remaining tails pierced through the enemy's body. Kumiko held on tightly.
"Hideki, Ren, Nanako! We have an emergency!" Kumiko urgently spoke into her ear coms. "I need a medic near my location immediately! Issei is dying!"
"The barrier is activated!" Ren shouted back. "I see you in my sights!"
"Nanako and I will be there soon!" Hideki added.
“The barrier needs fill up the entire school, Ren!” Kumiko shouted.
“Impossible!” Ren shot back.
“I will destroy the infrastructures outside the barrier if I have to, to end this fucking hooded creature!” The hooded figure broke free from its restraint and retreated. “Don’t you run away, motherfucker!” Her tails trailed the hooded figure before restraining it again and violently throwing the hooded figure into the ground.
Hideki and Nanako finally arrived to her location. Kumiko sent the hooded figure flying as she chased after it. Nanako used her basic knowledge to heal Kobayashi’s wound while Hideki stood next to them.
“I don’t think we’re alone, Nanako.” Hideki’s voice shoot. “Did you also feel an overwhelming sense of dreadful energy.” Nanako shook nervously. A red figure in a dress suddenly appeared in front of them.
Armed with just one weapon, the hooded warrior engaged in an uneven battle against an uncontrollably violent Kumiko on the school grounds. Despite Kumiko's relentless assault, the hooded figure skillfully dodged her attacks, proving to be faster than her as several roots emerged from beneath it.
The hooded figure maintained a safe distance from Kumiko initially but eventually found themselves cornered against a wall. As Kumiko threw a forceful punch towards the structure, it narrowly evaded her attack. However, she didn't stop with just one blow. Delivering an even more powerful punch to its body, Kumiko sent the hooded figure hurtling through the school building.
Bursting out of the other side of the building, the hooded figure began to retreat while Kumiko continued to pursue it until they reached a barrier's end. A wooden wall suddenly rose in front of the hooded figure, abruptly halting its escape. The hooded figure turned around and was met with another strike from Kumiko as she yelled out angrily, "YOU THINK YOU CAN RUN AWAY FROM ME!" Her fist connected with its body once again. "BITCH!" The impact sent the hooded figure crashing through both walls - first through a wooden barrier and then into a restaurant filled with patrons.
Suddenly, static emitted from Nanako's ear coms and her voice trembled as she spoke urgently to Kumiko: "Kumiko come back." In that moment, an explosion echoed in the distance which caught Kumiko's attention. She followed the sound and discovered that flames had engulfed the school bell tower.
Realizing that Ren was possibly involved in this chaos at hand, she turned away from it all and faced back towards where she had previously encountered a barrier. She watched hooded figure fled from scene before she made up her mind to return to her friends.
The lady in the red dress remained motionless while bullets passed right through her. They observed as she lifted her arm, taking aim at the school bell tower. Suddenly, a burst of flames erupted from the tower, causing it to explode.
"Ren!" Nanako cried out, repeatedly tapping her earpiece. "Kumiko," she pleaded desperately. "We need your help." Tears streamed down her face. "Please come back."
With courage, Hideki charged towards the lady in red, swinging his sword with precision and accuracy. However, she proved to be faster than him and effortlessly countered his attacks with swift and powerful blows, toying with him in the process.
Nanako provided support from a distance, but it appeared that her arrows had no impact on the lady in red. The lady effortlessly caught one of the arrows aimed at her forehead and skillfully returned it to Nanako. Caught off guard, Nanako was hit in the chest by the arrow, causing her to lose balance and fall onto her back.
The focus of the lady in red shifted back to Hideki as she continued to play with him until she grew bored. She swiftly disarmed Hideki and threw his weapon away after catching it. Then, she grabbed Hideki's neck and lifted him up.
"Hmmm," she said, observing him. "I wondered how you guys managed to restrain it." As she slowly strangled Hideki, an arrow struck her knee with no effect.
“Release him!” The red lady shifted her attention to Kumiko that joined in the fight. “I said release him.” Kumiko demanded.
“A little bit demanding, aren’t you girlie.” She chuckled. The red lady released her hold on Hideki and kicked him through the building leaving an injured Nanako and Kumiko. “I hope you entertain me.” She gained at Kumiko. “Even if it’s just for a little bit.”
Kumiko sprinted towards the red lady, raising her wooden tails from the ground. However, the red lady effortlessly evaded Kumiko's attacks with ease. Despite Kumiko's relentless pursuit, it became evident that the battle was completely one-sided, with the red lady dominating.
The red lady shifted her attention to Nanako and Kobayashi. Weakly, Kumiko reached out and firmly grabbed the leg of the lady in red, desperately trying to hold her back before being flung into the same building Hideki had entered.
Nanako quickly got up and aimed her bow at the red lady, pulling an arrow out of her chest. While shooting arrows at her, Nanako pleaded, "Kobayashi, wake up! We need your help!" She stood her ground, continuously launching arrows from her bow. Though the arrows hit the red lady, they didn't stop her. Trembling with fear in her voice, Nanako called out again, "Kobayashi! Wake up!"
When the red lady approached, Nanako swiftly swung her bow, but it shattered upon impact. Fear consumed her as she found herself standing beneath the towering figure of the red lady. Tears streamed down Nanako's face as she felt a strong grip around her neck, lifting her off the ground. Despite fighting and struggling with all her might to break free from this woman in red, even delivering powerful kicks against her.
"Nanako pleaded desperately before losing consciousness. "Issei, help me!"
Suddenly, a bright dark crimson light emitted from Kobayashi's injured eye, simultaneously altering the sky above. Intrigued by this phenomenon, the red lady observed as Kobayashi's body lifted off the ground while his wounded eye became enveloped in a dark crimson hue.
"I have witnessed this before," spoke the red lady. "Very well." She casually tossed Nanako aside. "You have my undivided attention, little boy."
Kobayashi promptly materialized beneath her, capturing her interest. He fiercely swiped at her, cleanly cutting into the red lady's side and causing her to take a few steps back before she reached for Nanako and retreated towards a damaged building. Carefully, he leaned Nanako against the building.
"You've cut me," said the red lady. "This happens to be my favorite dress."
Kumiko emerged from within the building and noticed Kobayashi standing next to her. She observed that he looked completely different from before; his face was now half-covered in spreading dark crimson shades. "Issei?" she asked but received no answer.
Kobayashi launched another attack on the red lady; however this time she was prepared. The red lady swiftly produced a staff hidden within her sleeves. "Please, you are not worth fighting against, kid," she taunted while connecting her staff to Kobayashi's body.
His body was sent hurtling through multiple buildings across campus before rapidly returning to engage in combat with the red lady once more. The battle grew intense and high-speed, with the red lady having a significant advantage over Kobayashi. Each subsequent attack grew more powerful than the previous one, as destructive forces formed beneath them both.
The dark crimson shade gradually spread to his other face, gaining control over his body and shifting the advantage onto him. The fight became increasingly destructive with each passing moment, leaving Kumiko in awe. The crimson shade completely enveloped his entire face, focusing specifically on Kobayashi's right eye.
Instead of retreating, the red lady took another step forward to regain her advantage.
They didn't confine their battle to a single spot but used the school as their battleground, destroying anything in their path before returning to their original location, this time with the red lady having a death grip on Kobayashi's neck.
"You won't win, boy," she stated.
"Let him go!" Kumiko pleaded.
The red lady maintained her tight grip on Kobayashi until she turned around, finding herself surrounded by other people. She glared at the figure in the center of the group and smirked. "Ah, Shiro. I didn't expect to see you here. And you brought friends."
"Asuka," Kumiko whispered with relief. "Thank goodness Akane and Aikawa are here too." Kumiko fell to her knees.
"You know how this ends," Shiro stated firmly. "Release him, Raquel Gustov." Akane, Asuka, and Aikawa pointed their guns at Raquel.
"Feisty as always, Shiro," Raquel chuckled. There was a brief pause before she let go of Kobayashi. "Just so you know, I don't take orders from anyone. But I must say, I've missed having you in my bed. Why don't you join me later?" She vanished right before their eyes.
Kobayashi was on the ground, struggling to control the entity that had taken over him. His focus led him towards Kumiko, who was near the damaged building.
"Issei?" she whispered. "It's me, Issei," she pleaded. "Don't you recognize me?"
Aggressively crawling towards her, Kobayashi eventually stood up and lunged at Kumiko. Shiro appeared in front of her and firmly restrained Kobayashi as he violently thrashed about. Placing his thumb on Kobayashi's forehead, the dark crimson shade quickly retreated into his scar before being sealed away. The seal on Kobayashi's forehead briefly became visible before disappearing completely.
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