#5'2 and crying! you never stood a chance!

[master-missysversion]

Ruby is also so small compared to Rose which prompted me to look up her height and that's how i found out Millie is the exact same height as Jenna Coleman 😭

[mistress-riddle]

𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. harry potter

cw. mentions of death, death, anxiety, panic attack?, violence, blood, war times yall. long chapter ahead. she/her pronouns.

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req/prompt(s). 3. "I don't know whether to laugh or cry." 22. "shut up and kiss me."

[name] could not believe her eyes.

harry potter was dead?

her lover was dead.

her best friend was dead.

one of her only comforts in this world was just... dead.

a heavy load of emotions washed over her and settled in her chest. what was she feeling? anger? grief? hurt? apathy? she wasn't sure. but if she was sure about one thing, it was that she hated this feeling the most. the feeling of a weight suffocating you whole, slowly compressing your heart until it beats no more? yeah, she did not enjoy it.

.

she tried again.

it was the same result.

the voice of her current greatest enemy and the sound of his minions laughter was fading away as she gripped her chest and attempted to take in more air.

the pressing feeling never relented as the voices turned into a ringing noise and she blanked out. she could see everything, her hearing failed her as it sounded as though she was kilometers away from everything and everyone.

she tried to focus on her breathing again, harry always told her to take a breath, count to three, then let it out.

she tried again, except this time she felt a warm hand on her back, leading her away from the front of the crowd and to the back.

"breathe with me, [name]." she heard a distant voice, and she tried focusing. soon enough, a blonde haired girl came into vision.

she felt her hand being taken and placed on a chest. the feeling of a heartbeat, and suddenly it sounded like it was closest thing to her.

"1.." she felt the chest expand, diaphragme rising and staying like that for a couple of seconds before decompressing "..2."

[name] followed along with the the blonde girl, allowing her chest to rise and fall.

"luna..." she breathed out, a cough following shortly after "thank you."

she wiped at her wet cheeks, unaware of when the tears had begun to flow.

"don't mention it." she smiled sweetly at [name], lunas face was dirtied by the battle that was happening- or had happened, but that was probably everyone's appearance at the moment.

except for the death eaters.

their faces remained perfectly clean from the dust, dirt and rubble of their doing.

the feeling of anger in which [name] had felt at the beginning had returned again and she was out for blood. her eye caught sight of voldemort leading the group from the middle.

she was going to get revenge right now and that was for sure.

but the question was, how?

the cruel dark lord held absolutely no one close to him and cared for no one nearly as much as he cared for his snake.

his snake.

she eyed the snake which rested by his side as he continued taunting the crowd.

it was no good, she was too close to him. she had no idea what the snake itself was capable of and for sure knew she could never stand a chance against the great lord voldemort, she stood a greater chance at defeating bellatrix before ever getting near to grazing voldemort-

bellatrix.

[name] moved her gaze from voldemort and his pet snake to bellatrix. she studied her. bellatrix was a beauty indeed. her aristocratic features made her appealing to those of any gender but due to the years of madness and suffering in azakaban along with mingling with the dark arts have caused those beautiful features to look psychotic and crazed.

she recalled the events at the department of mysteries and the fight after, happening in the center of the ministry. she remembered by the time she got there, she saw voldemort make an attempt at grabbing bellatrix with him and risk everyone knowing of his return.

surely, that's a sign of caring, right?

[name] set to sizing up the woman. she was around 5'2 or 5'3, didn't have much height to her but was exceptionally powerful with a wand and [name] had a feeling that even if she was successful in obtaining the witches' wand, she wouldn't be winning a physical fight with much ease.

oh well, you never know unless you try and [name] was going to try in, what would probably be, the last few minutes of her life.

she was deep in thought of what kind of spell she should use, how to create a distraction, when her attention fleeted towards nevilles flaming head. the sorting hat was burning.

the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard and chaos ensued. grawp, hagrids half brother interrupted voldemort "HAGGER!" he yelled, the giants on voldemorts side had marched over to him.

sounds of hooves followed along and the centaurs appeared, shooting their arrows at the death eaters.

it was a pleasant surprise, the defenders of hogwarts had felt as though a little hope was here as they got some aid.

[name] was pleased with neville as he sliced the head of the serpent that accompanied voldemort but was stopped in her place when she heard hagrids shouting "harry! where's harry?!"

[name] let out a scoff in disbelief. of course he didn't die, how dare she question his immortality.

the initial shock that took over the death eaters had faded as they refocused, harry potter was not dead and narcissa malfoy lied to them.

the malfoys who had cautiously walked further and further away as the entire focus was on harry's supposedly 'dead' body, had made it to the entrance of hogwarts and began running as certain death eaters trailed behind them in hopes of ending the lives of the traitors who lied to lord voldemort.

the battle commenced within the 'walls' of hogwarts, seeking refuge from the giants and other creatures stamping feet and chaos. wands connected in an attempt to deter the spell casted towards them. [name] began running inside as well, everyone was now battling in the entrance hall. voldemort stood in the center, waiting for anyone brave or foolish enough to come fight him. professor mcgonagall, slughorn and kingsley stepped up to the challenge.

[name] let her eyes drift and zero in on her decided target, bellatrix lestrange. the woman stood about 50 metres or so, away from voldemort, occupied with dueling against hermione.

[name] took the woman's distraction as an opportunity to strike and was pleased with finding a streak of blood dripping down her cheek.

'1 point to me for managing to cut her' but oh did that make her angry. voldemort's right hands' expression had gone from glee to anger to joyful in the span of a couple of seconds.

'fuck'

"want to play, pet?"

[name] gulped as memories rushed through her brain, harry's distraught over the loss of his beloved godfather, neville flinching in fear every time he heard the name of the person behind his living with his grandmother and dobby, poor, sweet helpful dobby who was willing to do anything for harry and his loved ones with a knife through his chest.

this was a gamble, [name] knew it. it was practically suicide but she was going to do it anyway, the high of too much adrenaline was still in her system "hermione, leave her to me, go help luna!"

"confident? I like that."

hermione looked at [name] with hesitance as she took a step back, wand still aimed at bella "hermione, go!"

without further ado the younger girl sent a petrifying curse towards bellatrix, which she easily evaded and sent a blood freezing curse in retaliation, [name] quickly stepped to the side upon recognising the spell.

although others had distanced themselves from the dark arts - and [name] happened to do so too in the past - she had taken it upon herself to study as much as she could on the dark arts. what better defence than offense, specifically one that was to be used against her regardless. if others were going to play dirty then why shouldn't she? this was a war they were fighting so she couldn't go in there unprepared.

after casting a spell which would be frowned upon in a normal setting, bellatrixs smile grew larger "and here I was thinking this was going to be boring."

their fighting had gone on for a long time - or atleast [name] thought so - , each trying to damage the other as much as they could (although bellatrix's spells towards the end had alternated from red to green flashes). [name] was decorated with red patches around certain parts of her body, deep cuts here and there but she hadn't suffered as much as her opponent. bellatrix on the other hand had a burn on her face, there were more cuts on her and she had hives on her skin which irritated her greatly.

after much effort, [name] had successfully broken through bellatrix's shield and cast two spells after the other that bellatrix wasn't able to defend against; two repeated slowing charms. her movement decreased greatly as she slowly tried to hold out her wand.

wonderful.

that gave [name] time, she cast a severing charm aimed straight to her heart, hoping to cut the aorta when a splash of blood splattered on [name]'s figure and bellatrix's limp body lied on the floor, bleeding out on the stones of hogwarts.

'I did it' she thought tiredly, the fight had taken a lot out of her and she was basically swaying from left to right, drained from the duel and lack of energy.

she smiled victoriously, allowing herself to drown in the cheers of her comrades but the bliss was cut short by a loud yell, she looked around for a source and noticed it was coming from voldemort. he had blasted the adults he was fighting against and aimed his wand straight towards [name].

the girl was frozen in place, the sudden shift in target, her lack of energy and her injured form was unable to move as voldemort's ire turned towards her. she was barely even able to balance on her own two feet.

this was it for her, this was probably her final moment, dying by the hands of voldemort.

her panic came to a halt as a loud shout of "protego!" sounded through the great hall. [name] knew that voice and it only meant one thing...

harry fucking potter, was certainly well and alive.

voldemort immediately turned towards his destined opponent leaving [name] to be pulled away by ginny who wrapped her arms around the girl, offering her support.

"that was very badass." she whispered into her ear as harry and voldemort started circling each other after harry removed the invisibility cloak, seconds away from their final duel.

"I don't want anyone else to help." harry announced and most complied, although a bit unwillingly. they huddled together, giving harry his needed distance and watched on the spectacle.

they went back and forth, harry explained something to the dark lord, voldemort didn't accept it which made him angry per usual that was until either voldemort's patience finally ran out or harry struck a big nerve because voldemort had cast the killing curse, harry in retaliation casted 'expelliarmus'.

in a moment the dark lord's body fell to the floor with a thump. the room was in utter surprise, brimming in silence as their terror came to a halt.

seconds later cheers for the second time was heard and [name] felt herself become overcome by drowsiness so she sat beside neville to talk to him as ginny accompanied her mother.

after finishing her conversation she looked around for harry and found him seated by lunas side "mind if I steal him?" harry turned around startled as [name] placed her hands on his shoulders.

"of course not, I was just thinking up something to get rid of him." [name] nodded her head at the girl and offered her a thanks as she lead harry outside.

"I hate you." she enveloped the boy in a desperate hug that showcased the rawness of her emotions and her boyfriend did the same "I love you, too."

"how stupid can you be? marching to your own death to protect us? this was probably a part of dumbledore's big grand stupid idea wasn't it? you were basically meant to die either way weren't you? I don't know whether to laugh or cry-"

"how about you," harry loosened his hold on the girl as he interrupted her, squishing her cheeks together with a hand as he pulled her closer "just shut up and kiss me?" he leaned in and locked his lips with hers, gentle and passionate as they kissed. everything that transpired for the past few years easily pushed to the back of their minds as they focus on each other's liveliness and safety.

"you really do get on my nerves." she said, breaking the kiss for air and resting her forehead against harry's, noses bumping it each other and he cracked a boyish grin.

"then I must be doing something right."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒-𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 —all content rights belong to mistress-riddle. do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

[yaneyanedaze]

so, what got miss yane into making androids?

Oooh a very good question! This gives me the opportunity to explain her backstory to you guys.

(I guess this can be considered an alternate universe, because certain characters still exist along their android counterparts.)

Yane never was a stand user, all of her family practiced hamon. She was just your normal run of the mill student and teen. She was a normal black haired girl with honey colored eyes, she didn't stand out much.

There was a boy that Yane had a crush on back when she was in highschool, he was tall, dark and handsome. Barely said a word to anyone beside his one friend that he had, girls never had the chance to talk to him. Yane wanted to wait, wait until it was the right time to confess to him. She went out of her way to prepare something in time for white day, making several sweets for both him and his friend to at least start a friendship.

That was crushed when a group of girls corned her and stole the bags she had prepared and handed to the boys themselves. Making their reaction to what she made rude and annoyed. They returned the treats to the mean girls who in return crushed and smashed everything in the bags and kicked it back to Yane.

"They said they were nasty, just like you, a disgusting addition to our school"

"You'll never be us, bitch. So give up, they wont like you."

"Haha~ Stupid Isabella! Just do what you do best and stay invisible.

Yane stood their and watched as they walked away, something burning inside of her and emotion she couldn't identify.

That day afterschool it was raining, and she had forgotten her umbrella.

She usually left last after everyone cleared the school yard, so on her walk home she was soaking wet with no on around her. Silently crying to herself, she heard a males voice call out to her.

The man asked her "Do you believe in gravity, Miss Isabella."

She nodded slowly, A little freaked out that a man appeared of nowhere but nodded anyway. "Y-yes I do.."

The man took her hand and pulled her close to him, an umbrella sheltering them from the rain. Suddenly she felt a weird feeling in her back, looking down she sees a decorative arrow sticking through her. Weakly she looked up at the male who just held a smirk on his face.

"I am giving you something that you need Isabella, Something that will help you stick up for yourself. Something that will aid you along the way." He explained. Yane didn't have the energy to fight this male, besides, he was a hulking 6'3 with large muscles, she was a small petite girl only 5'2. She allowed the man to carry her to where ever he was taking her.

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Yane awoke in her own bed back at home, she reached for her stomach, sighing in relief when there was no pain. Yane got out of bed and reached for her phone only to have it zip into her hand, looking confused, she reached for a pair of headphones, only for them to fly across her room into her hands.

Confusion was written all over her face until a figure sat down in front of her.

It was a mechanical-looking humanoid figure with gears for eyes, it had a soft gentle smile as it left her bed, going to clean up around the room.

Yane moved from her bed and watched as the ghost floated around her room tidying things up until it felt it was done. It came back over to yane with a piece of paper, the words metallic heart written on it.

"Is this your name?" Yane asked, the ghost nodded and floated arond her, circling the girl until it backed away again. It pulled out a hammer and went away to the living room. Leaving Yane confused as hell as she sat back down on her bed.

First, she meets a strange man, he stabs her with an arrow, then she wakes up in her home with a ghost that listens to her beck and call.

Just what the hell was going on?

She didn't have time to answer her own question before the ghost came back with a box. A human-sized box.

Yane backed up in fear, thinking that her new friend had just murdered someone and put them in a box. But her fears were somewhat cleared when they opened it and saw a male inside, the only thing was, he was metallic-looking, like a robot, but a human-robot. He was tall, had pretty dark hair and was dressed as if he wasn't from this time period.

He stepped from the box, which caused Yane to jump back again, opening his eyes he looked at Yane with a smile.

"Hi! You must be my master! I am your own personal Android! Here to love, care and be here with you forever!"

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A shorter version of this is that Yane began making androids after experiencing what she did in high school. She figured if she did not have any friends, she would make herself friends using her newfound powers.

Then she realized, maybe there are others who are like her. People who need friends, people who need companions because no one wants to be their friend.

She started making them in the likeness of people in her life, and with the help of her stand. Made it into her own little business, where she makes androids so others won't be lonely like how she was.

[whimsywispsblog]

ALL’s Not Fair in Love and War (edited)

A/N: Hey Wispies! Here’s the edited version of chapter 1. So, there’s not much of a change in the plot. It stays the same. Hope y’all like this one!

CHAPTER 1- PAIN

2 Days Before Leaving for West Berlin

21th February, 1981

"I cannot believe you Russ! How could you!" Rei shouted. This was the nth fight she was having with her husband. Adler sat on the sofa, frustrated, his hand in his hair. "A fucking child! You're tormenting a fucking child, Russ!" Her face was red, she looked livid. She had always been against using the MK-ULTRA program on anyone, but now, they wanted to use it on a 16-year-old kid. What annoyed her more was Adler treating the kid like a tool- a loose end that needs to be tied up once they've achieved whatever they need.  "That kid should be out there with other children, enjoying and partying- not in a lab getting fried and then getting killed!" She screamed, her body shaking from anger.

The same fight on the same topic, just like the last two weeks ever since Adler had saved a kid from a near-death situation in Trabzon in Turkey- not just any random kid, no. But this kid was one of the few members of the inner circle of men Perseus trusted. Damn, he was one hell of a kid with a burning determination to survive. And to not give in to any amount of torture and interrogation thrown at him.

As a last resort, when Hudson finally lost the last drop of patience he had left for answers he "ordered" Adler to perform Mk-Ultra on the kid, which Adler could have easily denied to do, just like how he killed Qasim, despite Hudson's 'orders' to bring the man back alive.

As she kept shouting, Adler finally lost his cool. "Damn it Rei! Every fucking day- do you have to throw this shit at me?" Adler stood up. Adler ran his fingers through his hair, frustration and anger written all over his face. "You have fucking changed so much over the last few days- what is wrong with you?" Adler was never the kind to let his anger take over. He would always put on his calm facade, but today, he lost all his patience. A part of Rei wanted to back down- she knew she pushed all his buttons. But she didn't, she was just as adamant as Adler, if not, more.

"That fucking kid is a spy! He worked for Perseus-" Rei chuckled darkly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Perseus, yes. The only person you've been obsessed with. Wow, Adler!" Adler walked closer to Rei. He towered over her 5'2'' petite frame. "You fucking know why." He growled, deeply. "And from when did you start caring about a random kid so much?" Tears had already started streaming down her face. Her once beautifully painted eyeliner smudged and running down her cheeks. "Really? You don't know why I care so much?" The hiccups kept swallowing her words. "Adler that is a fucking 16 year old child! You are going to torture a child! What if this boy was someone like Ril-" Before she could complete her sentence, Adler slammed his hand on the table, earning a soft gasp from her.

Why is Perseus so important to Adler, you ask? Well, for one, it's the era of the Cold War: the legendary glaring competition between the United States and the Sovient Union. Second, the United States was hardly united on anything. Sadly, for Clandestine Special Officer of the CIA, Russell Adler, it was his job to make sure that with the current situation, Perseus should get NOT A SINGLE CHANCE to shift the balance of the Cold War, unless he wanted to be a part of the grand cremation of the West, sponsored by the USSR.

"Riley is fucking dead, Rei! Get the fuck over it" Adler shook Rei's shoulders vigorously. But once he saw her flinch after his sudden outburst, he knew that he messed up. She looked pale, like a small petrified cat. Her lips quivering and her eyes wide open. She stared at Adler, deep into his eyes- the anger in it now turned to regret and sorrow.She shook her head lightly, in disbelief. "You're an asshole, Adler."

She pushed Adler off her. Taking her jacket, she left the cosy warm house into the biting cold streets. The house was a mess. Papers and files everywhere, clothes thrown on the floor and a hell lot of bags. With a frustrated sigh, Adler went to the kitchen to get a drink. "Fucking hell." He muttered, pulling out a bottle.

Hours passed since Rei stormed out. Adler had dozed off on the couch after finishing an entire bottle of Bourbon. The room was dark, with only a small ray of streetlight illuminating the room. He groggily woke up to the telephone rininging. Cursing under his breath after tripping over a chair on the way, he finally made it to the phone. "Hello?"

"Adler, it's time. West Berlin, by tomorrow night." It was Hudson. It was time for them to start off.

"Rei." No answer. "Rei?" Adler called out for her softly. Still no answer. His muscles tensed and heartbeat rising.

He walked into their bedroom. Opening her closets, there were only a few clothes that belonged to her. Papers- divorce papers. And a letter. 'Sign the papers. I will take the rest of my belongings after the mission.'

Letting out a deep sigh, Adler crumpled the letter and threw it away, after reading it. It was from Rei. Lighting a cigarette, he walked to his balcony. A lone tear fell off his eye as he looked out to the bright stars of the night sky. He missed her and he wanted her back.

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"Are you sure that's all you have?" Park asked Rei once more, before leaving for the airport. "Positive."

"Alright then."

When Rei left the house, she ran into Park at a little Café. Lucky for them, the plan was that Rei and Park travel together first, where they meet up with Lazar and Sims at the safehouse, while Adler join the team with Bell.

Special Officer Helen Park, from the MI6, personally recruited by Russell Adler for the hunt. It was one fine morning in London, one of the few days when sunshine actually seeped through the windows of her apartment that she got a call from Adler for the mission. It was easy for Adler to pull strings of Park, she being one of MI6 best assets especially in international assignments and biological warfare and because of their prior business.

Park and Rei's friendship goes long before both of their entry to the world of Intelligence, war and espionage. They were in the same college, Oxford. Although Park dropped out earlier after the death of her brother, they maintained their friendship through the years.

"Rei, I know you're against the whole idea of Mk-Ultra on Bell. But...now we know quite a lot about Perseus."

"It's not just about performing the programme on him, Helen. It's the whole idea of what happens after. For now he trusts us, and just like how he was betrayed by Arash, he'll face it again with us once we're done. Neither the CIA nor Adler will let him live." Park glanced briefly at Rei. Her eyes were swollen from crying.

"I know they won't. But since we made Bell a spy from Mi6, I think I can pull him out slowly." Rei smiled lightly, hoping that it would be possible. "Besides, the boy knows a great deal about Perseus. I'm sure he'll be of some use to MI6, with Perseus and his brilliant cryptography skills and multilingualism."

Adler was not the type to ignore an order unless he was convinced that there is either another way round or that the order might have adverse consequences. In this case, a very complicated case, Adler's stance was understandable, but Bell does deserve the benefit of doubt, doesn't he? Maybe Park and MI6 could pull him out of the sticky situation.

The rest of the ride went quietly. The airport was not crowded, much to Rei's happiness. A crowded airport was an unbearable one. Too many people, too much noise and too sweaty. Now all they had to do was finish their formalities, rest in a lounge and then go to Germany, finally to the safehouse that included two helicopter rides. "Ugh what a pain." Rei muttered, a scowl on her face.

-

"That wasn't so bad." Park chuckled nervously at a highly sleep-deprived and hungry Rei getting off the helicopter, walking towards their rented car. They had just finished their exhausting long journey. Airplanes and anything that flies- Rei hated them with a burning passion. Ironically, the girl loves to travel to different countries. Right now she was like a zombie. Rei just groaned. "Can we at least get some food before going to the safehouse?" She wailed softly. Park smiled at the girl, shaking her head lightly. "Alright. We'll get some take-out and go to the apartment first, freshen up and change and then head to the safehouse."

"Great!" Rei hopped towards her car, taking the driver's seat.

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[nitholites]

How would Mari react to Lex Luthor? Plus some scenes and bits

Oh she's on a warpath

She's been commissioned by him once and she knows exactly what kind of person he is

She and her family are immune to his 'charms' and not afraid to call him out on his BS

She's had enough practice with Lila, who changes situations to her benefit

Meanwhile, Luthor thrives in a known environment, taking calculations and most likely risks

He's not prepared for a 5'2 teen absolutely destroying him with two billionaires, a genius brother, two ninja brothers, a hacker sister, a Tameranian sister and niece, a grandfather who's not afraid to throw down like he did in his youth, a spider brother who's also a genius in his own right, a brother with a potato gun, Pepper (who deals with Tony's form of BS and the public), Penny (who's on the same tier as Pepper because Jagged is wilder, but with somehow less room to make her hair gray), Wayne and Stark lawyers, an ex-assassin aunt, a super-powered ex-assassin uncle, a crocodile, the entirety of the villains from Gotham, an Amazonian princess (who slays like the Queen she is), a mother who can and will throw down, like 4 archer aunts/uncles, two Kryptonians, two superheroes from Paris (who are screaming curses at him in French and every other language they may or may not know), and two major journalists waiting for a chance to dethrone Luthor

This is the one instance (minus anything related to the Joker) she lets Damian go wild with the katanas

"Now?" "Yes. Have fun." The grin Damian Wayne has fills even the Joker with fear should he see it

As it is, Luthor is really starting to panic on Plan B

He doesn't last long against the Mari Protection Squad™, and in a last-ditch effort, he tries taking a few hostages

Mari is one of them

Imagine his surprise when the 5'2 child who started this mess easily takes down his defenses and actually beats his arse

The Mari Protection Squad™ has never been prouder

"Look at our baby! She's all grown up, now!" "She's my kid, Stark, go get your own." "You have, like, seven, Wayne. You don't need anymore."

Sabine smiles at the billionaires, a threatening aura around her.

"Don't you mean my baby?"

They respond at the same time. "Yes, Ma'am."

No one questions how sunshine incarnate got so many people in her protection squad

Everyone knows that, if Mari so asked, she'd get the entire world and everything in it within an hour, tops

But she never asks, and everyone wonders whether this child has any desires

Like, seriously kid, shouldn't you ask for something? Like, anything??

The only thing she asks for is for her family to stop embarrassing her

Alas, that's the one thing they can't give

Of course

Can't believe I forgot about Lex Luthor. Obviously, Marinette loathes liars and manipulators and bullies now, so imagine her fierce hatred for Lex.

Harley didn't expect this tiny little girl to go toe-to-toe with both him and Tony, but it's a welcome surprise. It's been a while since he's sassed someone this hard, and yeah, Pete's surprisingly sassy and sarcastic at times, but he's just too... pure. Nice. He usually ends up apologizing to whomever he sassed, and while nice, it kinda ruined the mood.

Mari, though?

She wasn't afraid to bite. And after meeting her mother... Harley knew where she got it from. It seemed the only one in Mari's family who was too nice to sass besides Peter was her father, who was hilarious in his own right. It seemed to Harley the sassing was genetic.

If Alfred was a lesser man, he would've stood gaping like a fish in the doorway. As it was, Master Jason, Master Damian, and Master Bruce weren't much better. Alfred didn't blame them, though, since Master Tim actually looked alive instead of the zombie he was. "How did you sleep, Master Tim?"

"Actually okay, Al. Pixie Pop makes a mean Sleepytime Tea."

Alfred made a mental note to get the recipe from Miss Marinette sooner rather than later.

Marinette frowned, crossing her arms and looking between the three boys on the couch, who were all fiddling in one way or another. Dick was crossing and uncrossing his arms, about five minutes apart. Jason's eyes flitted from one end of the room to the next faster than Tim's shuffle to the coffee machine in the morning. Tim was sitting ramrod straight, knee bouncing minutely. Damian's scowl had deepened so far Marinette feared it was etched into his face now. Bruce was standing (ahem brooding ahem) in the corner, but Marinette knew his gaze was marking and remarking the exits. Marinette's brow furrowed, her arms crossed and stance intimidating. "So you're telling me... every single one of you has died and been brought back to life?" It was phrased as a question, but said as a statement, her voice overly sweet and high pitched.

Shivers trailed down the BatFam's spines, the understanding that 'yes, we're dead. Again' flowing into their heads like a collective thought. They knew that tone, that voice. That's the voice she used when she was absolutely pissed. When she knew she was gonna win and kick arse. When she had a plan to destroy her prey. When she was done with whatever act she had up, her true colors shining free. The bright confidence and strength blinding to whoever wasn't expecting or used to it. She turned back to the Batman- Bruce Wayne- her face a chilling smile and deceptively sweet. "And you let them?"

Now, Bruce didn't scare easy. He's Batman, for crying out loud! But, for that one second... he was terrified. And he knew it wasn't just him. All his boys were scared beyond belief at the sheer.... emotion Marinette radiated, none of the Waynes emotionally competent enough to name the mixture, but they all knew anger was in there somewhere. It was there in that spark, gleaming proudly in her eyes.

The same one they saw in Sabine when she pummeled first the Joker, then Lila, then Lex Luthor. And the thought that Marinette shared that spark?

It terrified them, mainly because they saw the effects of that spark.

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It’s Blue - Kuroo x Reader

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I guess this is my contribution to all of the Kuroo writing out there with this cute match-up oneshot. lol.

Request from @jessie4098:

hi, I’m jessie, could I please have a matchup? I have long dirty blonde hair, that I constantly braid, I’m pale with freckles on my nose. I’m not that tall, I’m only 5'2" but that doesn’t stope me from playing volleyball. I’m a libero for my volleyball teams, I play for three teams, and just for fun I play beach volleyball with friends. I do well in school, and I volunteer a lot I am the grandma of the friend group, i know many weird home remedies, I love hard candy, I give good advice, I can sew, cook, I love books, and I’m always cold. I love both old music and new music. I have pretty bad insomnia, when I can’t sleep I will practice volleyball till ungodly hours. I’m a hard worker, and stubborn. I can make friends with anyone. I’m caring and loyal to my friends. I love affection and playing with peoples hair. Im a bubbly girl, who loves volleyball.Thank you!

Summary:

During Kuroo’s first year, a petite libero volunteers to cook at the training camp. She didn’t expect to leave with a crush on him. Kuroo noticed her feelings but is hesitant to accept them because of something blue during his childhood.

AO3 Link if you want to read there

I removed a part of what Jessie wrote in her request because it’ll actually spoil the story for everyone else. I’ll add it at the end. I also changed a tiny detail and didn’t hit every single thing listed for plot reasons.

Match-up stories taglist: @nagichi-deku, @nxlx96

It’s Blue - Kuroo x Reader

Words: 2,697

“You should be our manager, Y/n,” laughed Kai as he watched the brown-eyed girl chop onions with Nanako.

“What? Are you kidding me?” replied Y/n to her classmate. “I wouldn’t be able to play volleyball then.”

Y/n and Nanako were both on the girl’s volleyball team. Nanako was their third year setter and captain of their team. She only came with Y/n because she had forced her to. Y/n told Nanako that she needed to learn how to cook, especially if she wanted to survive after graduating high school. So Y/n volunteered to help with the boy’s training camp during Golden week to teach her.

That wasn’t the only reason she had offered to help cook. The girl’s team didn’t get their own camp because their coach always visited family out of town during Golden week. But Y/n loved volleyball a little too much, so she told the boys’ coach that she’d help with the food if she could sneak in some practice during their training camp.

“Seriously,” said Nanako, “this girl works too hard.”

“How else would I get better?” asked Y/n.

“You already receive our serves and spikes really well,” commented Nanako. “Well, I guess we don’t have a lot of strong spikers in the first place.”

“By the way, Y/n,” noted Kai. “How are you not crying right now?”

Nanako had been tearing up and sniffing the entire time from chopping onions. Y/n, on the other hand, seemed fine. “Oh, that’s because…,” she started to say. “I just have a secret remedy for that,” she said with a grin.

“Pfft,” Nanako laughed. “There you go with your home remedies again, Grandma.”

“This one actually isn’t a home remedy,” she replied. “But it’s a secret.”

“Grandma?” asked Kai. “But you’re in the same year as me.” Nanako laughed at Kai’s comment. She explained that even though she was the captain of the team, Y/n would ‘mother’ her enough that she would call her mom. But the other first years thought of Nanako as the mom of the team. As a result, Y/n got the name grandma instead.

Kuroo and Yaku entered the kitchen to mix some more of their sports drink. But when Kuroo noticed Y/n, he stopped walking and stared at her. “Do I know you?” Kuroo asked Y/n.

“Seriously?” asked Yaku with a laugh. “Already using pick up lines? That one’s a lame one.”

“No?” replied Y/n. She wasn’t sure why Kuroo was looking into her eyes so intently. “I don’t think I know you.”

Kuroo sighed, rubbed his hair and walked away with his sports drink. When Yaku joined him, Y/n heard Kuroo telling him to remember to eat his veggies. She laughed at their dynamic as she continued to teach Nanako how to cook.

Y/n later learned that Kuroo was the only one on the team who knew how to do a jump serve. She was impressed that he was able to do one even though he was only a first year like herself. None of the girls on her team could do one either. So when the boys had free practice, she took the opportunity to pull him aside and ask him to practise with her.

“Are you sure?” asked Kuroo. “Yaku is the only one who can receive my serve well right now.”

“Yes!” she said eagerly. “We might go against other teams with strong serves so I need to get better.”

During that week, she asked him to practise with her every chance she got. Kuroo would scold her for overworking herself. She’d retort that he’d been practising a lot more than she had been because she would have to go and cook. But one night, Kuroo saw her up late, practising her receives by herself. He snatched the ball from her and held it above her head.

“You’re only allowed to have the ball back if you’re able to take it from me,” Kuroo sneered at her. Of course, she wouldn’t be able to because she was only 5 feet and 2 inches tall.

Y/n, getting frustrated, couldn’t think of a witty comeback. Then, she gave him a smirk, “It’s not like your receives are any good anyway.”

“Ha?”

“Why is the one who’s bad at receives preventing the one who good at receives from practising?” she giggled.

“Why, you…”

The two of them laughed as they continued to bicker with each other. When they settled down, she did end up encouraging him to practise his receives more. “I know that attacks look a lot cooler in volleyball, but even the small and seemingly unimportant parts of a body are actually really important,” she told him. “It’s like how we never notice how much we use our fingers during the day. But once we get a paper cut, it’s like it affects the rest of the body.” She smiled and continued, “It’s like a team. When one member of the team isn’t doing well, the whole team is affected. The opponents are always looking for holes to pick at.”

“Ugh…,” complained Kuroo. “I guess that means I have to practise receiving more.” The two of them sat inside the gym against the wall. “Kenma was telling me otherwise because I’m tall and a middle blocker. He said that magic users in RPG games need to put their skill points in intelligence. So similarly, I should be focusing my skills on blocks and quick attacks. That’s why we practised our time difference attack a lot.” He smiled at the memory of practising with him. “But I guess you’re right too.”

“Who knows,” she said with a giggle, “Practising your receives might come in handy one day.”

He smirked at her, “You’re pretty smart.” He rubbed the dirty blonde hair on her head as he got up from the gym floor. “Here’s my jacket,” he said as he gave it to her. “You look cold.”

She was surprised he had noticed that. But then again, it was rare for her to not be cold, even though it was the beginning of May. She blushed as he scolded for her to go to sleep. With the rub in her hair, the jacket, and even the scolding, it was hard to not interpret these actions as being affectionate. She got a bit frustrated with herself because she had just met him earlier that week. She already knew that she was starting to have a crush on him.

*****

After Golden week, the two of them continued to be close friends. Although they were in different classes, they would greet each other and chat whenever they saw each other in the hallway. She was in Kai’s class and Kuroo and Yaku would come and meet up with him before practise. One day, as Kai wrapped up his notes, Kuroo and Yaku sat down as they waited for him.

“I still don’t understand why you like dogs,” mentioned Yaku.

“I don’t have to like cats just because I go to ‘Neko’-ma,” answered Kuroo. But he froze when he started to feel someone playing with his hair.

“How does your hair even get like this?” asked Y/n. “It just sticks up without any product at all!”

Kuroo started to feel a blush form on his cheeks. With a sigh, Kuroo asked her in a serious tone, “Y/n, can you stop playing with my hair?”

Y/n quickly pulled her hands away and apologized. When her teammate called her to go to practise, she left the classroom, leaving Kuroo, Yaku and Kai behind.

“Is she on the volleyball team?” asked Yaku.

“Yeah, she’s the libero,” replied Kai.

“Really?” Yaku said, suddenly more curious about her.

“Oy! You’re not allowed to be interested in her!” said Kuroo.

“What? Why not?”

“B- Because she has long hair,” replied Kuroo. When the two of them looked unconvinced, he added, “Didn’t you think that other girl was cute anyway?”

Yaku and Kai laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover up his crush on her. “You obviously like her,” commented Kai. “And it looks like she likes you too. What’s holding you back?”

Kuroo sighed. “I don’t like her okay?”

“What? Are you not over your first love or something?” Yaku asked sarcastically.

For a moment, Kuroo didn’t reply. He got up and told them, “Let’s just go to practice.” As they walked to the gym, Kai asked Yaku if he had tried to talk to the girl in his class yet. Yaku got flustered at the thought of talking to her. Kuroo strolled beside them, trying to remember something from his childhood days. “I’m pretty sure it was blue,” he thought to himself as he sighed.

*****

Several summers ago, Kuroo’s dad was preparing food that they had brought to the beach. So Kuroo was sitting at the picnic table near the barbeque grill his dad was using. Looking around, he saw a group of people playing beach volleyball. Before he realized it, he had wandered away from his dad and stood beside the court to watch.

A volleyball rolled over to him. “Mikasa?” he thought to himself as he read the brand name of the ball.

A young girl with a long braid ran over to him, presumably to retrieve the ball. But as she approached him, he looked away, trying not to make eye contact with her. He still wasn’t very comfortable around other people.

But she still tried to look at his face and told him that she had seen him watching them. “Did you want to join?” she asked with a smile. When he didn’t answer, she said, “You don’t have to be shy. Even though we’re both just kids, my parents will make sure we get an opportunity to hit the ball.”

Kuroo finally looked up and saw her face. His mouth was open as he stared into her eyes. “Y- You look like my dog!” he exclaimed.

She burst out in laughter. “What?” she said. She wasn’t expecting that to be his first impression of her. “Is that a good thing?”

After that day, Kuroo kept asking his parents to go to the beach. He had fun playing volleyball with her family. They made him feel welcome even though he wasn’t very good at volleyball. Her dad even pulled him aside from the game and took the time to teach him the basics. “Place your feet shoulder length apart. Bend your knees,” he instructed. “Put your arms in front. Turn them slightly out to make a flat surface with your forearms.”

But those days had to end when Kuroo told them that he was moving to Tokyo. “What? You’re moving?” she said with tears in her eyes.

“Yeah,” he responded. “That’s where my grandparents are.”

She gave him one last hug before he had to leave. But she clung on him tightly and didn’t want to let go. Kuroo blushed at her gesture. He didn’t have many friends but she made it easy.

He was thankful that he met Kenma after he moved. Without him, he wouldn’t have tried volleyball again and would have stuck to watching volleyball videos instead. Kuroo wondered if he would be able to see her again if he kept playing volleyball. He thought that it shouldn’t be too hard to find her if their paths crossed again. After all, she had a very distinctive trait.

*****

Kuroo arrived at school one day to see Y/n being scolded by the principal. “You’re not allowed to wear sunglasses in school,” he told her. After she bowed to him in apology, she turned to walk down the hall. Kuroo found it odd that she was covering her right eye with her hand. He chuckled when she almost walked into a wall.

“You know you don’t get any depth perception when you walk around like that,” he teased her.

“Oh! Hi, Kuroo,” she said as she smiled at him. But her right hand didn’t move from her face.

“Are you seriously going to walk around like that all day?” he asked.

“Well, I can try, can’t I?” she replied with a giggle. But when Kuroo saw that she was going to hurt herself if she did, he attempted to pry her hand off her face. She was relentless though.

“Why are you being so stubborn?”

“Gah! Stop it Kuroo!”

He stopped - only because she had used both of her hands to push him away. Y/n stood a few feet from him and glared at him as she caught her breath.

Kuroo’s eyes grew wide as he stared at her. “It’s blue,” Kuroo commented to himself. Y/n quickly covered her eye again. “It’s blue,” he repeated in disbelief.

Kuroo took a step back until his back hit the wall and stared at her. He then started to laugh at himself at how ridiculous the situation was if he had understood it correctly.

“Has your right eye always been blue?” he asked, trying to process everything.

“Yeah,” she simply replied.

“I’m guessing you’ve been wearing colored contacts to cover your heterochromia iridium?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because someone made fun of me,” she said. “Having different colored eyes isn’t exactly common.”

Kuroo vigorously rubbed his hair out of frustration. “So you mean if it wasn’t for some jerk, I would have asked you out a while ago?” he muttered to himself.

“Huh?”

“What?”

It took Kuroo a moment to realize that he just admitted to liking Y/n out loud. He started to panic and think of an explanation, but Y/n quickly latched on to what he had just said.

“Wait, what?! What do you mean?” she exclaimed as she freaked out. “Explain right now!” she demanded.

“Explain what?!” he yelled back. “That you’re my first love and that I’ve been looking for you for who knows how long?!”

Y/n was speechless. Kuroo knew she had a crush on him. But he had been so hung up over his childhood crush that it prevented him from allowing himself to fully like her back.

“I was worried that I only started liking you because you reminded me of my first love,” he explained. “But I guess I don’t have to worry about that anymore.” He then smiled at her, knowing that they had some catching up to do.

It took Y/n a while to fully process what had just happened. She didn’t remember Kuroo initially, but as he explained, she started to remember bits and pieces. Kuroo told her not to worry about it. She just left a big impression on him. She blushed in response. She never knew that what she thought were just small gestures of kindness would make a big impact on someone’s life.

But it wasn’t until Kuroo told their story to Kai and Yaku how big of a difference it really was.

“So wait a minute. She has long, braided hair…”

“She has a Mikasa beach volleyball…”

“Your dog also has different colored eyes…”

“And the two of you met at a beach during the summer”

“…”

Kuroo tried not to show his embarrassment, but they had totally seen right through him.

“That’s 4 out of the 7 things you like,” Kai chuckled at him.

“And I thought that you kept choosing what I didn’t like just to spite me,” Yaku laughed.

“Oh! But, he started playing volleyball because of her, so wouldn’t that be 5 out of 8?”

“What are they talking about?” asked Y/n.

“Nothing,” he said, as he quickly pushed her away from them.

“Hey Y/n! Do you like eating sweet curry?”

“Fish?”

“Japanese cuisine?”

“Shut up!”

*****

Extras

Y/n didn’t cry while chopping onions because she was wearing contacts. I don’t know if this actually works in real life, but just pretend it does for this story.

Kuroo is still concerned about his bedhead but doesn’t mind as much because she likes playing with his hair.

Their teams call them grandma and grandpa. :D It’s not surprising because Yaku called Kuroo an old man in first year and Kuroo considers everyone younger than him as youth or kids.

Coach Nekomata returns from retirement around their second or third year and is pleasantly surprised that the players are still good receivers even when he wasn’t around. It’s all thanks to her and Kuroo. (I haven’t read the manga. Just going by the wiki.)

Her advice about a team being like a body gave Kuroo the inspiration for his mantra - much to Kenma’s dismay.

@jessie4098‘s full request:

(½) hi, I’m jessie, could I please have a matchup? I have long dirty blonde hair, that I constantly braid, I’m pale with freckles on my nose. I have one blue eye and one brown eye, I usually wear sunglasses, I used to get made fun of because of my eyes. I’m not that tall, I’m only 5’2” but that doesn’t stope me from playing volleyball. I’m a libero for my volleyball teams, I play for three teams, and just for fun I play beach volleyball with friends. I do well in school, and I volunteer a lot

(2/2) I am the grandma of the friend group, i know many weird home remedies, I love hard candy, I give good advice, I can sew, cook, I love books, and I’m always cold. I love both old music and new music. I have pretty bad insomnia, when I can’t sleep I will practice volleyball till ungodly hours. I’m a hard worker, and stubborn. I can make friends with anyone. I’m caring and loyal to my friends. I love affection and playing with peoples hair. Im a bubbly girl, who loves volleyball.Thank you!

I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, please like, reblog or send me a message. :) Let me know if you want to be tagged for the next match-up (whenever I actually do that.) Check out my other stories too. :)

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Matchup, please? I'm a boy, around 10-14 (between there i don't sharing age sorry) 5'2, mostly german a 25% irish, I like horror, conspiracy theories, and drawing, not a big fan kids (they cry like frick), I love dogs more than cats, favorite color is pastel pink, I like soft things, and my favorite animal are snails and frogs, born on the 13th of October, I love candy, or sweet things in general, i also like cottagecore and punk. Thank you in advance!

Hey Hun , Sorry it took awhile for me to answer I blacked out awhile ago! Anyway

I ship you with

Hoodie!

You heard rumors about the forest being haunted by strange creatures beyond human, at first the theories were very much unbelievably ridiculous but when you dug deeper into the subject it provided solid proof that something was lurking in the woods.

So you decided to explore and see for yourself if what they said really was true.

What's the worst that could happen?

The worst did happen.

While exploring and roaming aimlessly in the woods you somehow managed to get lost. Great just your luck.

It was getting dark and the place was really muddy because it had rained earlier that day.

That was when you heard twigs snapping and leaves crunching.

You turned around and saw a hooded man with a cloth mask walking towards you with a bloodied steel pipe.

You had to run and you meant to run but when your eyes landed on the snail that this man was about to step on.

You just had to do the initiative .

You tackled him down to the muddied ground filled with dried leaves to save this innocent creature.

Hoodie was so surprised he was used to his victims running away full speed when they see him. Not run directly at him for no apparent reason!.

You landed on top of this man's chest and you quickly sat up lecturing him.

" You could have stepped on that snail! An Innocent fucking snail! Look at how adorable it is and you have the nerves to fucking step on it!? You can murder me but I will never let you murder an Innocent snail! "

Ok what? You tackled a serial killer because he was about to step on a snail?.

Honestly hoodie didn't know how to react. Should he be surprised by your naive nature? Laugh? Or cry at how the mortals have stood this low?. He was feeling mixed emotions and it just confused him even more.

" .... So you did that because of a snail? " Hoodie spoke his voice didn't seem to falter and his expression behind the mask was nothing but mere confusion.

You answered him honestly and started ranting . Soon the two of you indulged in a conversation deeper than intended and hoodie for once considered you a sensible mortal. He even helped you get out if the forest after you made him swear to never hurt frogs and snails ever again.

One Day though. You heard police sirens in the distance and you didn't ponder over it much but much to your surprise.

Hoodie came right through your window all bloodied and dirty.

Of course you knew what he was doing since your first interaction. You weren't dumb.

So in the end Hoodie crashed in your place for the night.

You thought it would be the last time you'll see him but he had been crahsibg in your place for almost every mission he went. And by that time span you two got closer and he was even comfortable enough to take off his mask infront of you.

You two got to know each other so well that you could be considered best buddies.

One night when you and Hoodie were watching horror movies while laughing and commenting on how stupid most characters could be.

He actually knew how to laugh? He seems so closed off at first but he was getting warmer with you.

In the middle of your laughter he suddenly leaned closer to kiss you. At first you didn't know what to do and when he was about to pull away in dismay you pulled him back in for another kiss.

That's pretty much how you two got together.

Dates with him is fun and romantic, he knew your love for dogs and he even ' burrowed ' a dog for you so you could play and have fun with it.

Expect unexpected gifts from him and each gift had the same color. Pastel pink. May it be a new shirt or art supplies since he knew that you liked to draw.

Time passed and he was ready to take you home... To his home.

You didn't know if you'd fit in at first and the first few weeks were very awkward because some of the guys there were clearly older than you and Hoodie had to keep an eye on Laughing Jack who kept tricking you in taking his poisoned Candies.

You clicked well with Jane and Helen though. Jane because she liked seeing a normal fave in the mansion for once and Helen because you two share the same passion in drawing.

Hoodie didn't appreciate how close you were with Jane and Helen by the time being because... They may be potential love rivals and you had to pry him away from them as much a a possible because hoodie can be extremely territorial and he snatches you away with every chance he has.

Lots of strolls around the forest with Hoodie and he even Gifted you a cottage in the woods if ever you needed a place to escape to to be alone with him.

Expect him to be a big spoon and he likes inhaling your scent when you two cuddle. When he's going on a mission he'll slam your back against a wall and kiss you viciously until your lips turn red and swollen.

And don't forget he likes to squeeze you against his body while peppering you with kisses.

He's not a big fan of snails but he felt thankful to that snail back in the forest cause it was the reason why you two got along.

You'll always be his Snail Prince.